In our daily study, work and life, we are no strangers to essay writing, which is a way of narrative in which people express in written form the relevant knowledge, experiences and ideas stored in their memories. Still at a loss for compositions? The following is my carefully organized 10 pieces of 8th grade writing essays, just for reference, I hope it can help you.
Eighth grade writing scene essay Part 1Outside the window, the rain densely slanting, accompanied by the yellowish light of the house, I sat on a small stool, looking at the rippling stagnant water. Fog-like filaments blowing on the face, cool, such a rain, such a scene, such a person, each picture intertwined, so beautiful and beautiful.
I love the rain, perhaps because of this, my character calm and gentle, as the rain, I think looking at the rain, the rain also read my heart.
Today's rain, not as hurried as in the past, but with a touch of slow and gentle, stay a little longer, at least can bring people some cool, some comfort. Whenever I look at the rain, I always think about it, life is long, why we do not cherish some of it, perhaps, the life of the last only left to wander just, why can say no. Rain is just a cloud of smoke, but brought the thought of life, rain is a gift from heaven, come and go every spring and fall, gave us the enlightenment of life.
In winter, rain seems to patronize less. Hail and snow is the protagonist of winter, but I do not like the winter, hail is too raw, crackling on the ground, listen to the mess, hail is not in order dolls, unlike the rain, listen to, tick tock, a sound sound crisp, and organized; snow seems to be nothing bad, silver, yes, the snow is beautiful, but in contrast, snow is still worse than the rain, in the winter, the snow is always early, the snow, the snow, the snow, the snow, the snow, the snow, the snow, the snow, the snow, the snow is always early. However, everything withers in winter, the trees are bare, the grass is yellow, just like a quiet and lonely. Rain, whenever it comes, always bring the news of spring, summer cool, autumn harvest. Give people the light of hope. Rain, ah, a frank and open gentleman, expressed how much ambition. An indecisive emperor, the verdict of how many omens of drought.
I am still gazing at the rain, vague, I seem to have some feelings, in the distant tomorrow's yearning ah, still beckoning me, once the past memories ah, forget all the unhappy, because, there is still a road ahead ah, let the rain accompanied by me toward the future to go on. No matter how hard the road, don't forget, there are a lot of caring people behind me watching me, try to do it.
The Lantern Festival has the custom of watching lanterns and fireworks since ancient times. In this wonderful festival, our neighborhood square held a fireworks display.
After seven o'clock in the evening, people gathered from all directions, a sea of people, a dark and pressurized.
After about ten minutes, a string of 10,000 firecrackers kicked off the show, so loud that the ground trembled, so bright that even if you stood between the crowd, you could see the bright light it emitted. Then, a curtain of golden waterfalls falling from the sky, dazzling gold blocked everything behind, so that people feel only waterfalls in front of the flow. The bright spots in the waterfall were like stars. What a beautiful Milky Way! As Li Bai's poem "suspected that the Milky Way fell nine days"! But I think the "Milky Way" that Li Bai saw must not be as brilliant as this waterfall!
The flashing "Milky Way" just flowed through, the fireworks show in the air began. Just see a colorful ball of light up in the air, one after another in the vast night sky bloomed, forming a red comet, dragging a golden tail, much like a dynamic ermine ah! Immediately after, the air and bloomed a colorful lotus: red, yellow, green ...... colorful, with the comet across the sky intertwined, appear more beautiful. Immediately after, a fire dragon leaped out of the low altitude, flying out in a whirlwind, blooming golden daisies in the air. Countless small daisies bloomed together, linked together, weaving a piece of stretching satin, like the sky's haze as dazzling ......
Low-altitude daisies are still blooming, the high-altitude show has appeared again. Deep blue night bloomed a cluster of large flower clusters, flower clusters in the red flowers, green grass, there are stars of purple and blue wildflowers, large and small flower clusters actually bloom, really like a hundred gardens! At this time, the hundred gardens appeared in the smiling face, needless to say, must be the heavenly fairies are attracted by the wonders of the earth, take the bouquet of flowers scattered flowers to come, you see that the air sprinkled with pieces of petals, floating, colorful.
After more than an hour, the fireworks show is nearing the end, only to see the high school and low altitude fireworks have bloomed: low altitude fire dragon dance, daisy bloom; mid-air comet flew away, the lotus bloomed; high-altitude flowers, smiling face ...... well not lively! At this time, the night as day, that have to rise fireworks such as the stars twinkle, I seem to be in the world of heaven!
After the fireworks show, on the way home, I couldn't help but be excited about the poetry:
Qingpingle
Fireworks
Fireworks show
The Lantern Festival is full of moonlight, the fireworks square to see. The fireworks are a great way to make a difference in the lives of people.
High-altitude flowers, mid-altitude comet flying, low altitude fire dragon flying, the show came to a successful conclusion!
This is really "this scene should only be on the sky, on earth can have a few times heard" ah.
The snow and ice melted, the willows were green and red, and the sky was blue and flawless, which made people feel refreshed.
The spring creek is crystal clear, like a crystal clear crystal, but also like a silver ribbon, meandering eastward. Spring water tinkling sound, as if the spring girl played the music, this wonderful music, mixed with birdsong, wind, people talk to the sound of ...... the sound of this many, many voices, ensemble into a "Spring Symphony", all the joys and beauties of the spring. The spring symphony", all the joys of spring, the beauty of the best show out!
Spring mountain verdant, unlike the winter as a desolate, it is vibrant, full of vitality, full of passion. Being in the mountains, like walking into a picture, the crystal dewdrops on the leaves in the early morning, clearer than the stream, sweeter than honey. There are many flowers in the mountains: orchids, pears, peach blossoms, apricot blossoms ...... colorful flowers can even see a little plum blossom figure, it blossomed in the wind, bright eye-catching, in the flowers belonging to the spring in the composition of the proudly independent, there is a kind of "this flower bloomed out of the more flowery "The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the flowers, and then you will be able to see the flowers.
The spring breeze combed the hair of the willow tree, the willow tree swinging charming long hair, proudly combing the river. Look, the spring breeze blew the green mountains, blew the ice and snow, blew the flowers nodding, blew the willow dancing, but also the children's faces blew red .
Green grass is like a lively child, from the ground mischievously poking his head out, feet on it, soft, as if stepping on the turquoise carpet, as the spring wind blew, they meet the wind and dance happily.
My favorite on the number of spring rain, it is like a kind mother, with both hands touching each of her children, a flower in the spring rain under the moisturizing one after another bloom, wonderful; a crop of crops in the spring rain in the watering of the growth, unlimited vitality. Into the field, "plowing oxen everywhere," the entire farmland is a busy scene, in the spring rains under the moisturizing, the farmers are smiling.
Spring, vibrant, beautiful, let us into the spring, into this colorful spring full of vitality!
Eighth grade writing composition Part 4The snow drifted slowly, it knocked on the window of the spring girl, came to earth. Spring girl got up, the snowflakes smiled and welcomed. "Drip by drip" everything melted. They bloomed the "miracle of spring" with their lives.
The green grass poked its head out; the trickling river caught up with the road; the grandpa tree straightened his back. Spring has come quietly. Push open the door, the fragrance of the earth came to my face, say goodbye to the world of silver, right? Greet me will be full of purples and reds!
Maybe it's because this year's spring has accumulated too much strength, or maybe it's because there has just been a big snowfall. Usually full of grass on the ground was a few green "small life" their branches seem to be budding buds, and like a green lantern. Small branches on the flow of life color, its top is half-brown, very dazzling. Maybe one day it will bloom and blossom with the colors of its own life!
Walking to the gate of the family home, the high poles appeared again familiar back, and appeared that beautiful "five-line score", yes! They are back, the birds are back! One by one, the brown beak sings the hymn of spring! Fixed eyes, the birds of the wings in the wear and tear of time slowly full, pieces of feathers seem to become huge wings, with my infinite longing, flying into the distance.
With my footsteps, came to the front of the school, the big trees also grew new branches and leaves, the huge canopy is hung with stars and green. Like a delicate little soccer ball, and like a delicious candy, but the weathered face of the big trees is full of the vicissitudes of history, they do not know how many springs they have spent, but I believe that they will bloom in the present to belong to their own value! A big tree straighten the waist, they seem to have an agreement with the spring girl - to guard the color of this life!
Walking into the campus, usually yellow lawn, as if alive, the ruddy yellow leaves grew a piece of green, I can not help but squat down, look carefully: that green is not the general color, it is so fresh, so dynamic, so full of life vitality. As if it is no longer a color, but a clear spring of the soul, flowing into my heart, flowing into the indelible heart of my heart.
Spring came to earth with pleasant footsteps, bringing life and the color of life - green - to the world.
8th Grade Writing Composition Part 5As if all the winds and all the clouds had made an appointment, just all of a sudden, the weather was surprisingly hot. The sunlight seems to be a weaving up a dense giant net, the碌碌的我们网住, the more struggle, the more likely to be drowned by sweat and heat waves.
When I cross the street in the glare, I feel like I'm in last year's Beijing. The air is still the same, cut into piece after piece by the heat, leaving only a narrow gap, squeezing out no semblance of coolness. The sticky heat curled around my arms, around the damp hair at my temples, around my eyes that were barely open. In those days, everyone's clothes must have been half-soaked on the walk, and the beads of sweat on their necks shone brightly, suggesting something of the bitter traveler. But to this day, I am like, like this nostalgic feeling, things are not people.
There is less than a week to go before the final exams. I found myself panicked, even, rush not up. Just as many people said, "How to do, how to do? I'm sure I won't be able to memorize Civics and History." In the midst of such words, I was still sluggishly, sluggishly turning a page, drawing a most skillful leather bubble villain - I still knew how to forgive, forgive my heart with the test that gradually sailed from the future. The coast needs to endure the rolling waves, the lapping of shells and water, and when the sea finally smoothes out its edges, it can no longer sink into anguish. If I cannot refuse to be a coast, cannot refuse pain and suffering, I am willing to raise my arms to embrace the incoming waves and wait for it to grant me a soft soul.
We always fantasize about the future, and when it really comes to life, it is only then that we can realize: our so-called dreadful future turns out to be nothing more than an ordinary pattern. And we are only easily conquered by the inner cowardly master. Last year, when I was approaching the exams, I still think of it as a difficult time, so difficult that it is ridiculous. I used to look at my book and throw it aside impatiently, burrowing under my desk, breathing in the dust and darkness and shedding tears. What I keep thinking is that when I sit in the examination room, facing the pale cold paper, will realize that I can not remember anything, endure the hot sweat and mosquitoes to write down the words, seems to have been stolen by the time, can not be freely back out. However, the real examination is just a warm, reminiscent of writing, no forgetfulness and shock, thoughts are just faint, like running water on the paper. I remember very well that it was the only time that I wrote an examination essay with which I was satisfied.
In the afternoon, it rained unexpectedly. The rain was very rapid, to the end of the school day but gradually subsided to a fine drizzle, fresh breath very quickly shattered the stagnant heat block. Carrying a schoolbag when walking through the trees, a wind blowing, the trees will roll down a few strings of water droplets, and occasionally "tick" a drop on my short hair, emitting a very light and faint odor, I then looked up at the bright green leaves, laughing out loud lightly. It's been a long time since I've been this happy.
8th Grade Writing Composition Part 6My alma mater, Camel Center Elementary School, is a picturesque school.
On an ancient wall there is an electronic display, that electronic display is rectangular. Red and yellow characters are reflected on it, and I feel close to it when I look at the characters on it whenever school is over.
Next to the electronic display is the gate of our school. The gate is shaped like a camel, no wonder it is called Camel Center School! Every morning it seems to open a smile to meet the morning golden sunshine in, welcome our arrival. Every evening it is in the golden glow of the setting sun, send us off, whether it is windy or rainy, it is like a loyal guard, guarding the campus.
Walking into the school gate, is the flag-raising platform. We are on the flag-raising platform every day, raising the national flag and singing the majestic national anthem. The left side of the flag-raising platform is the airplane apron. The airplane on the apron is white, the wings are like a roc spreading its wings. The nose of the plane is facing east, as if it is ready to take off at any time. It also has a glorious history! It has served in the battlefield and killed the enemy. Although it is now retired, it is still an honorable war hero! Every time I see it, I am determined to study hard and become a real eagle in the sky of knowledge.
The west side of the flag-raising platform is a small river, in the spring, a willow tree like a girl in the river combing hair. In summer, the lotus blooms happily! A lotus flower is reflected in a piece of lotus leaves. There are also small fish under the leaves! In the fall, the fragrance of osmanthus is so pleasant that it makes people happy. In winter, the river is frozen, everywhere is ice, a good pink jade world, beautiful!
The most vibrant is to count the playground.
The most vibrant is the playground. The track line on the playground is white, and I am seeing athletes training on the track line.
Our campus is beautiful.
Eighth grade writing composition Part 7Today, I woke up and pulled open the curtains, only to see a white blanket outside the window, the roofs, trees, streets are covered with snow, the sky a piece of just like goose feather snowflakes fluttering, and occasionally there are a few pieces of mischievous stay in our window glass, "Wow, it's snowing!" I shouted happily to my mom and dad, thinking that something interesting might happen today. I hurriedly brushed my teeth and washed my face and ate some breakfast before excitedly putting on my backpack and heading downstairs.
" Ouch!" Because of the open-air stairs with snow, I accidentally slipped a fall, "Hey, excited too much, a moment to be careful." Thinking about it, I carefully tensed my feet, step by step, pulling the stair railing down the stairs. Just see the people on the street with umbrellas, walking slowly, but umbrellas can not block the oncoming snowflakes, some shoulders and back stained with some white, some pants legs splashed on the ground of the wet snow, and even I saw my father's eyebrows are stuck with a few flakes, just a moment on the disappeared.
Into the campus, do not dare to rush, for fear of falling again, step by step slowly walking, finally came to the stairway, may be the cause of the sole, a foot on the slippery down, and tried again or slippery, step on how to do? Only a different way to go, fortunately, temporary change of mind, smooth to the classroom. Later, I heard from my classmates that one of the children in the class took the stairs and fell down accidentally, and I can't help but sympathize with them, and I'm a little glad that I didn't try to be brave.
Snow, for me, like a small animal as happy and joyful, you can play snowball fights, snowman, leaving their own string of footprints on the snow is particularly interesting, but listen to my mother said that it is a pity is a spring snow, although the beauty of the impact of the crop harvest, sweet spring snow can nourish the vermin, the farmers prefer the winter snow, like the crops covered with a layer of thick quilts, and will be The bugs are frozen to death, the next year will also be a harvest year. I didn't realize there was so much to learn about snow, I've learned a lot!
eighth grade writing essay part 8The mountains are full of green, there are a few streams in the woods hidden, out of nowhere added a vitality, from time to time there are groups of birds startled. The heart of a trace of coziness
Wandering in the mountains and forests, greedily sucking the fresh air. Even the soil gives off a fragrance. The woods cut up the sunlight and threw it on the ground. It all looks very harmonious together, only the wind is teasing the leaves - rustling sound. And the most beautiful is the mountain rain, mountain rain always let people catch people by surprise; mountain rain stirred up the music of the sparks is also so wonderful, and always go out of the way. The lucky to go to the mountain forest to experience a mountain rain change is also a beautiful thing.
A rain is coming, I hid. More and more feel sultry, overhead also from time to time a few swallows swept over. This clattering sound from a small slowly become louder, until I also have rain in front of my eyes beat the leaves, the ground, the creek on. Here comes the rain! The leaves seemed to become greener and the flowers more colorful. I wondered when one mushroom would appear. The rain is getting heavier and heavier, the ranks of the rivers are gradually expanding, and the soil is soaked, so that if you step on it, it can't let you go. In this rain, I see everything growing at a "fast" pace. The sun was already halfway up. I walked into the rainy mountains and forests as if by magic, and became one of them, accepting the gift of rain, the baptism of rain.
The rain cleared up, and there was a freshness in the air, and a rainbow hung in the sky. Mountain rain, is the architect of nature. You see, the mountains and forests are a few more beautiful, is not it? Looking at it from a distance, it seems to have become even more eye-opening. There are a few families in the clearing behind the woods, smoke rising from their cooking, and a small stream in front of them. Can't help but remind me of "small bridges and flowing homes", seems to be a peach blossom, a closer look at the tiny mushrooms have grown. It is the mountain rain that makes this place more beautiful and vibrant.
Mountain rain, like an architect, like a painter. Mountain rain is the most beautiful in this world, it is the mountain rain let me light up, throw away the trouble and the noise of the city, let a person quiet down. It is the mountain rain that makes me admire nature immensely mountain rain, forming a clear spring that flows into my heart. Mountain rain makes me feel the beauty of the mountains.
Mountain rain! How nice!
Eighth grade writing composition Part 9My hometown in Baiyangdian, perhaps you have heard of but can not think of where it is, then I hint, this is the old home of the little soldier Zhang Ga.
This year returned to my hometown, I have a new understanding of my hometown.
A few years ago, due to the lack of water, Baiyangdian became a dry pit. 1987 under the leadership of the party and the government, the people of the hometown for Baiyangdian to bring water, Baiyangdian and vibrantly live up.
Early in the morning on the second day of my return home, I asked my childhood friends to ride to the Baiyangdian I miss day and night.
Along the way, dense forests, birds and flowers, fresh air, wide and straight asphalt road. Come to Baiyangdian big gate, oh, here ten thousand heads, people are boisterous. There are farmers and city dwellers, food sellers and boat renters. I was surprised to ask: "How did this place become so lively?" My friends told me, "We have opened this place as a new tourist spot!"
I stood on the big gate to the precipitation look, only to see the water moored rows of dragon boats, very spectacular. Partner to get a small rowboat, we rowed to the center of the precipitation. Baiyangdian water is clear to the bottom, groups of fish and shrimp in the water shuttle, colorful water plants floating in the water. In the distance, large pieces of reeds stretch to the water and sky. My partner told me that nowadays, after the contracting of reed ponds, the growth is very good. The reeds have become the treasure of the people of Baiyangdian area to become rich.
Lotus is also a "specialty" of Baiyangdian. Our boat rowed to the lotus pool, only to see around the natural barrier of reeds, the center is filled with brightly colored lotus. Pink, white, standing, petals on the dew rolling, really moving.
Almost noon, we went ashore to my aunt's house. The village tiled houses connected to a piece, the former shaky thatched adobe houses disappeared; aunt's home furnishings from the past a table, two stools and a kang, become modernized, color TV, refrigerator, new furniture, has far exceeded the level of the city people. Aunt said: "Since the Baiyangdian have water, here day by day rich ......" Baiyangdian unique natural conditions, coupled with the hard work of the people here, in exchange for the Baiyangdian five industries thrive today.
Baiyangdian changed, my hometown changed, become more beautiful, more rich!
I am convinced that with the reform and opening up, with the party's policy of enrichment, Baiyangdian will become more and more beautiful. The full expression of the plum "lonely and proud". Although lonely, but not lose pride; although cold, but do not admit defeat to the difficulties. This is exactly why I appreciate the plum.
I went to Harbin to play once in the New Year, and the plums there are really proud!
I clearly remember that day was minus 20 degrees Celsius, the people on the street is a little gas. The city was like an empty city. But I want to see the plum mood and broke through the wall of the heart, I came to the park to enjoy the plum.
The park is full of plums, yellow, pink and white. Plum in the snow, not afraid of the cold, endure the wind and snow, brave and snow fight. The snow covered my forefoot, I looked up, the plum blossoms bloomed bigger, rounder and more beautiful. The snow kept falling, and the speed gradually increased, but in the end, it could not fight the plum. Only hopelessly lowered the high head. The bigger the snow, the plum blossom is more beautiful, although it is waxy plum, only to see that the petals are fully open, each exquisite cause, each one is golden and shiny, like with honey wax dip. White plum is not shy, because the color and snow quite, so she is trying to bloom, show style, white plum bloom, a branch condensed into a string of white snow, exudes a refreshing fragrance. Of course, the red plum blossom will not be merciful, she is more or less the same difference with the snow, so she shows her graceful body in the snow dancing with the snow, fast and slow. The whole park is immersed in the world of plum.
Plum is the last and only remaining flower in winter, or is it the earliest blooming branch in spring? When the snow crushed the branches, all the flowers withered, plum blossom it with the arrival of the wind and snow. And when winter and spring come, everything wakes up, full of flowers in the garden, plum blossom but a person first to go. Is it tracking the snow and wind to go? Or leave the spring it attracted on earth?
If life is also a plum blossom, I think I will choose the wind and snow, rather than warm spring into. Because people who are honed in difficulties have super perseverance, and you will always use this perseverance to overcome every difficulty. The reason why the plum blossom is so fragrant and beautiful is because she has the determination to overcome difficulties.
Isn't it the same with people? I think I am the one that is silently blooming plum blossom.