In daily life or work and study, we are no strangers to essay writing, writing essays is an important means of cultivating people's observation, association, imagination, thinking and memory. So, how to go about writing essays? The following is my compilation of my eighth grade essay 9, welcome to learn and reference, I hope it will help you.
My eighth grade essay Part 1Night, very quiet, I lie in my own cot, a hundred boredom, I pulled open the curtains, looking at the quiet night sky, suddenly, deep inside, there is an impulse to cry.
When I was a kid, I used to cry and shout to my parents, "I'm hungry!" After going to kindergarten, the number of times I cried was less, and only when I was wronged would I cry and snitch to the teacher. In six years of elementary school, I cried even less, only three times in my memory, and all of them were scolded by the teacher. Now I have been a middle school student, I learned to cherish the tears, even if you cry, do not let anyone know, but to find a dark, no one knows the little corner of the sneaky cry.
Walking in the youth of the road, will inevitably be unexpected setbacks, when they really can not bear the time, if it is me, I think the best way is to cry to vent their hearts unpleasant, if it is a child, I will not hesitate to think of mom and dad's bitter. And now, I will not, I will a let you secretly pile in a place to cry, do not want to let be known by others I cried, but also do not know the reason. I think it is because of the age difference. Sometimes, for some things they learn to make a choice, but it is difficult to do a full score. My heart will be full of contradictions, now I realize. The road of youth is full of thorns, that road and a long time, it needs, we go one by one to overcome.
Lift your head, the sky is quiet and terrible, everything seems to have stopped, and this is I can no longer hold back, shed tears, I do not know what is the flavor, a little bitter, like coffee, a little sour, like lemon, a little like fruit candy.
Although I have a smile on all my faces, who knows how I feel deep inside? All of us must think that I must have rarely cried after I went to middle school, right? Wrong. I cried almost every day, and no one knew it.
In our face the most true, the sweetest smile a few left!
My Eighth Grade Essay Part 2In the tinkling crunch of purple wind chimes, a girl with her hands on her cheeks imagines me in all seasons.
The sound of a babbling brook opens the whole picture. Blue sky, green lawn, red flowers form a picture of vibrant spring intentions. A girl wearing a pink jacket and a long plaid pleated skirt sits on a boulder by the stream. Gazing at the crystal clear water in the stream frolicking small fish, listening to the pleasant sound of the water from the top of the cascade, so motionless sitting, quietly feeling the breath of spring, enjoying the good mood given by nature. I'm not going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said!
Summer is a lively season. I like to look at the street that flow of color: passionate red, far away blue, fresh green ...... I like in the dusk of the evening sky, folding a small paper boat, they will be released to fly in the river, so that they float along the river float. I like to wear a green dress, standing in the lake under the willow fiddling with a flute. The green dress and black hair fluttered in the breeze, and the melodious sound of the flute melted in the air. I'm a good romantic, dashing pursuit of me!
The golden colors and tired fruits constitute the unique scenery of autumn. I climbed the skyscraper, overlooking the world full of vitality, full of harvest, broad-minded for the opening. I can not help but think of two lines of poetry: "The long wind will break the waves sometimes, hanging straight from the clouds to sail the sea." At once a wave of pride surged to the heart, to the sky can not help but yell: my future is not a dream! A good ambition, heroic me!
The winter is here, a good icy, clean, powdery world! I put on a white suit, put on a red scarf, and a group of friends rushed into the snow, pile snowman, snowball fight. Although I was covered in snow, I didn't feel cold at all, young people! My silver bell-like laughter burst into the branches of the tree, shaking down a mass of white snow. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm sure you'll be able to get a good look at this!
Oh, the four seasons of me, like a dream, like a picture, like a poem!
My eighth grade essay Part 3Every girl has special charms that belong to her. They are attracted by these charms and repel each other. Each girl is like a different flower, blooming in a different time and place but invariably rendering a distinctive beauty.
The charm of the girls in my eyes is to be helpful. There is a saying, help others to be happy, help others is to help yourself, when you help others inadvertently, you may think it's nothing, but the people you help will feel very warm, leaving the first impression of others will be very good, from the action you help others can let others feel your charm.
The charm of girls in my eyes is lively. They will not be stingy to bloom their own smile, smile is incomparable lively and lovely. They will take the initiative to chat and talk with you to make friends, will laugh and answer your questions, will show her unique style. You will also find their long hair flying when they run, light posture, brisk footsteps. They are so lively and lovely, showing the vigorous life of their age. The charm of girls in my eyes is quiet. They are always uncontested, always with a faint smile on their faces. Give a person a different temperament and feeling, in the lively crowd is especially eye-catching. Just sit quietly with a book and spend a long afternoon.
The charm in my eyes is sincerity. Sincerity is a clear spring, it can purify people's hearts; sincerity is a touch of sunshine in winter, it can dissolve the frost on other people's faces; sincerity is the cornerstone, is to establish the basis of friendship. As the saying goes, what others do to you, you will do to others, and vice versa, what you do to others, others will do to you. Therefore, I like to make friends with sincere people, and I believe most people are like that. The charm of girls in my eyes is kindness. Smile, the beginning of man, nature is good, in all moral qualities, good nature in the world is the most need, Wilcox said: "When life is as light and smooth as a song, smile is easy; and in everything is not good when still can smile when the person, to live a worthy life!"
The charm of girls in my eyes is filial piety. Filial piety is priceless, to be the first to do "filial piety", Russell said "as a person, to parents to honor, to children to love, to poor relatives to be generous, to all people to be polite". In the touching program "The Most Beautiful Filial Youth", there is a 6-year-old girl, Huang Feng, who supports a family alone, takes care of her sick father and blind grandmother, and when she was 9 years old, she pushed her father 500 kilometers to Shanghai to see a doctor; and there is also a girl who runs, Lu Yuting, who uses her lunch breaks to help her sick mother with her bicycle! She used her lunch break to ride her bicycle to help her sick mother deliver tickets, and she ran on the road in a race against time, not even caring to drink her saliva. These beautiful girls let us know what filial piety is, and know what gratitude is.
My 8th Grade Essay Part 4An angel - a messenger sent by God to guard fragile humans. She flapped her snow-white feathered wings and traveled through the streets and alleys of this big city. Occasionally, in the azure high sky, a white feather falls, floating down with the wind, revealing a charming and sincere smile, at that moment of life.
There is an asphalt road in front of the house, which is the main road connecting the neighboring towns, so it is often a traffic jam, the gate is full of people. The road is not far away, is an elementary school. Every time the school hours, there will be a lot of students wearing a red scarf stepped on the road, embarked on the road home.
It was a normal afternoon, a group of schoolchildren in groups from the school gate fish out of the front of the road, behind the teacher, waiting for the red light to go out, the street lamps flashing light. In the west, the setting sun dyed the western half of the sky a bright red, shining with a soft light.
At one end of the road, looking down a row of houses, a boy of seven or eight years old, carrying a small school bag, walked out of the school, and came to the road step by step, he looked up at the red light that had not yet faded away in front of him, and disdainfully walked towards the other end of the road with his own pace. In the distance, a light blue-bodied cab whistled its horn and sped toward this intersection, and the pedestrians on the side of the road couldn't help but be startled. Nearby, the boy was still in the road his bright red neckerchief fluttering in the afternoon breeze. However, the boy was roaring from the vehicle stunned, standing still, waiting for the "beast" of the bite and devour, the pedestrian's heart hung in the throat. The road seems to be quiet, people are praying that the child can escape.
At this point, a young girl wearing a snow-white dress, wearing a pair of red-framed glasses, an arrow step towards the boy rushed over, blood red high heels step on the road "when when" sound. He rushed to the side of the child, a grabbed the child and ran to the side of the road. The pedestrians on the side of the road are holding their breath, staring at them, their heartbeat seems to have stopped.
Teenage girls with children rushed to the opposite side of the road, the child's shoulder bag was shaken to fall on the road, the speed of the cab and they passed by, the people of the road high heart all of a sudden put back into the chest. On the opposite side of the road, a young girl did not stand still, wearing glasses on the face flew out, smashed on the road, issued a crisp sound, fell a shattered, glass slag sprinkled on the road.
The young girl lowered her head and looked at the boy who had long been crying with a face full of snot and tears, wiped away the tears on his face with both hands, and held her in her own arms, letting his tears and snot wipe on the snow-white dress. The child's sobs diminished, and the young girl looked at the boy, smiled, and said, "Be careful crossing the street from now on, and watch out for cars." That smile, which I have not yet forgotten, was as gentle as the hazy moonlight and the morning mist of roses; as fragrant as a lover's honeyed words; as a breeze brushing across the strings of a piano; as falling flowers floating on the water. The young girl then turned around and walked towards the faint reddish haze in the west, her snow-white dress fluttering in the wind, drawing a graceful arc in the air. And I, a passing pedestrian, after witnessing all this, came to the realization that: all the darkness and fear in the world are not terrible, so that people are afraid of the darkness in front of the heart without a light.
Angels in this afternoon, in this intersection, showing a sincere smile. And then, and wings away, in the blood-colored sunset, leaving a streak of feathers.
My eighth-grade essay Part 5Who is it that can force the mountains?
Who can make the high gorges above the flat lake out?
Who can change the sea into a mulberry field?
It is it - science and technology!
Science and technology is the first productive force. This phrase has long been familiar to us. If science and technology are developed, the country will naturally be rich and strong. The country is rich and strong will have the ability to defend their own territory, defend their own dignity, to ensure that their 'nationals live and work in peace and happiness.
As a middle school student, I feel more and more y the fruitfulness of science and technology.
Yuan Longping, the father of hybrid rice, used technology to solve China's food problem.
In the past, China produced up to 400 kilograms of grain per acre, and Yuan Longping helped you solve this problem. Through research and evidence, he knew that China has a large number of people and little land, the phenomenon of insufficient food supply, in countless experiments, he finally developed a "hybrid rice" this new variety, so that the yield per mu of land up to 800 kilograms. This has increased both the yield of food and the yield of vegetables.
It is because China has such a great person as Yuan Longping, so that now China with only 7% of the arable land to feed 23% of the world's population, from this event, China's scientific and technological power in the development of China's progress, not only so that hundreds of millions of Chinese people have enough to eat, but also let the people experience the greatness of science and technology, improve people's living standards and social environment. Because of this, people's interest in science has also greatly increased, the same impact on me as a worldly middle school students, see the great impact of science on people.
In the exhibition hall of scientific and technological achievements, we saw a robot that can talk and play chess, every great invention is not the work of mankind!
Science for the benefit of mankind, science for the benefit of the future, science for the benefit of every corner of the world, we as the successor to the construction of the cause of the future of science in our body is a heavy load and a long way to go, we have to suck the Yellow River water, bearing in mind the teacher's wise teachings, "exploring the knowledge, reading hard" Let us stand on the shoulders of scientific workers to unlock more scientific mysteries. Let us stand on the shoulders of scientific workers to solve more scientific mysteries and create a more brilliant scientific and technological civilization.
My eighth grade essay Part 6My cat is called "move", maybe you think it is very strange! You can guess why I named it "Movin'", hey! I heard someone over there say, "I guess it's because he's very active, that's why he's called Movin'." Yikes! That's a big mistake! That's because I'm called "Jing Jing", and Jing Jing is the opposite of Jing Jing, so that's why it's called Moving Mo!
This is a white cat with black eyes like two black jewels, which emphasizes the white color of its body, a pink nose like a cherry, pink feet like a sofa, and a long white tail like a scarf! This "move" it, on the special understanding, remember October 1, 2008 is the 60th birthday of the motherland, we got up early in the morning to see the ceremony! Usually it gets up early in the morning and goes to the sunny balcony to sleep or play ping-pong, but that day, it did not do anything! We watched the National Day, it lay on the soles of our feet as a foot cushion, the two words "comfortable", and indeed comfortable enough! Another time, neighbor, Grandma Chen knitted a sweater! And this "Moves" went to someone else's house to do what? To make a vibration, and to play with the wool of other people's knitting as a ball! There were 3 balls of thread on the floor: purple, orange and blue. It will play with this color ball for a while, play with that one for a while, bite this one for a while, bite that one for a while, and all of a sudden, "decorate" Grandma Chen's house with threads all over the floor, but it is a very special floor! This is also quite "characteristic", which also let me desperately busy, spent a lot of time to these wool one by one to organize, but also to Grandma Chen apologized several times. It also sometimes go to the balcony to mess with mom's flowers and plants, so that the branches and flowers fall, put that account? Needless to say, it all goes into my pocket! But what makes me most happy is that it will look at the face, when I'm happy, it will gently touch my feet, knowing that I will not be angry. When I was wronged very sad, she will come over and rub my legs with her head, when I encountered a difficult problem can not be solved, it will be "meow meow" screamed twice, so that I can relax under the head of ......
Even if the "moving
Even though all the trouble caused by the "move" is in my account, I still like it, because it is very cute and understand, so I like my "move".
My eighth grade essay Part 7The sky at dusk is the most beautiful, a group of geese neat and orderly fast forward, while a small bird is lonely in the sky wandering around, like a child who can not find home. Loneliness, an unnerving black color.
In elementary school, I have long been accustomed to being surrounded by people, shining in the crowd. Elementary school I and loneliness is completely unrelated, I have a lot of friends, go to school together, play together, go to the bathroom together, after school together ...... I never alone, and it is impossible to be alone.
People always have to grow up, but we do not want to grow up. After junior high school, too many "one person" let me feel sad and that unprecedented sense of loneliness. Just after the opening of the class, there is no one in the class to recognize. When I went to the bathroom, I silently left my seat and quietly left the laughter of my classmates. The corridor is like a time and space tunnel that you can't walk through, looking at the surrounding groups of students walking in groups, I was the only one walking alone. Heartache in the bottom of my heart flooded, lonely dark moments with me. I looked at the sky that dazzling light, the warmth of the sun does not seem to shine on me at all, can not cover the deep darkness.
I hate this loneliness, I hate that terrible black color, I hate walking alone under the default. Loneliness was like an abyss that left me wandering in the darkness, lost. Until that day, a little bird's dying struggle made me realize. It was a windy, rainy afternoon, and I was awakened by the terrifying sound of thunder, and stood in front of the empty window to look at the "view". The gray sky and let me think of my lonely self, a trace of sadness straight to the heart, I want to cry! Suddenly, I was attracted by a small bird outside the window. It was knocked down on the grass by the gusty wind, and the heavy rain fell on its body, and its black fur looked dazzling after being washed away. I thought for sure it would be at the mercy of the sky, but unexpectedly it flapped its wings vigorously, trying to fly into the sky again. It persisted in its attempts. Once, twice, three times ...... "Ah! It finally flew!" I couldn't help but clap my hands. It was always on its own from the process of knocking down on the ground and flying up, and it relied on its own strength to glide in the sky again. The gray sky, its all-enveloping glossy feathers look so beautiful, it is also alone and self-sustaining one, but that is not loneliness, but independence.
Yes! A person is not lonely, but a kind of independence behind the loneliness. Loneliness is not black, it is colorful, it is a million colors. When I enjoy the quiet of a person, when I enjoy the happiness of a person, when I enjoy the uniqueness of a person, it is not the black of loneliness, but another growth of loneliness, which is colorful. A lone bird may appreciate the scenery that a group of geese can not see in a hurry, and enjoy the freedom that a group of geese can not have.
I changed the color of loneliness.
My eighth grade essay Part 8
There are people, small to the dust, but also always show a charming charm to attract you close.
He spoke in a staccato, like the ancients to speak with "uh" head; not good-looking, in any case, not to suave; skin from the childhood "white" to the current "dark", really from white potatoes to the "dark", and the "dark", the "dark", the "dark", the "dark", the "dark", the "dark", the "dark", the "dark", the "dark", the "dark". ", really from white potatoes to potatoes of the metamorphosis; his teeth can not say is "sky package ground" or "ground package sky", always a smile will be "gums" exposed. But he is a real black horse, but also a real bird of God, a shocking, in fact, you want to understand him, follow his example, close to him, worship him.
That time in the open class, an error-prone equation is difficult to many people, a student back is still studying their own fault. That question I'm not right, but according to that student's thoughts go down really can not find the reason. I didn't really think about it afterward, but told myself that I could just get it right. He, on the other hand, was already "dominant" in math, but he didn't let go. The whole class period, he was staring at that question. Suddenly, the potatoes showed signs of new life, and he cheered with excitement, "unveiling the mystery" with a big smile on his face. I have to say, every single thing he said, every single thing he said was rigorous and serious, and there were no loopholes.
Another time, I have made up my mind, after the math test not to find him on the answer, or and he met. When I saw him, he was still holding a pen in his hand, there is no draft paper around, only a strong hand to write. He was studying the paper on the finale question, although he undoubtedly did the right, but he still have to think. We went up to talk to him, and he only said:-"Wait, wait a minute." Then, he went on drilling, and now that I think about it, there was a bit of Mr. Wen about him. He was thinking, I also think, I figured out a problem that has been bothering me for a long time: why is he good at math? Rigorous thinking, three-dimensional abstraction? No; accumulation of rich, learned five cars? No. The real reason, is now a minute and a second, the same meter long road, I only footsteps forward a meter, but his thinking led the brain forward I do not know how many meters.
Such an insignificant person, with the rigor of learning and thirst for knowledge, incarnated in ten thousand rays of light, so that I can not help but want to admire, close.
My 8th Grade Essay Part 9There has been so much unhappiness during this time. Losing everything from my past is like losing my childhood innocence. Wouldn't be laughing, wouldn't be in the mood anymore. I would be a devil at night and mourn during the day. I often thought of my grandpa's words: grandpa is your angel and will never leave you. But he eventually left, leaving the place where he still had his treasures.
Tonight, I had the same nightmare, and I saw many demons. People say that bad people become demons after they die and continue to harm others, but good people become angels. Grandpa passed away and I wondered if he was already living in heaven! Those demons looked very scary and disgusting. I had nothing to fear, I just stood there, in in my dream, not saying a word. I believed the dream to be false, and would have nothing to hide from, and every time, always, I woke up just as they were coming towards me. This time, there was no such thing; the whole world, as if exposed, became incredibly transparent. It was a long time before I saw the world, a very different place. There were many things here that I didn't recognize, like people, like elves, maybe a little more like ghosts! I thought: am I dead, dead in my dream? This ridiculous opinion, though, was soon shattered.
Suddenly, an unidentified object came crashing down on me, and before I could see what it was, it was gone. Something I had just described flew by. It was pretty, dressed all in white, with a pair of small wings. But I always felt its scent was familiar, and he just stood there. I took it upon myself to walk up to it and say, "Hello, I'm from a dream, may I ask where this is?" Then I held out my hand like a friendly gesture to it, and it slowly approached me with its hand up. Suddenly, just at that moment of touch, my whole face changed. I saw everything I loved, the cabin, the man sitting on the stump, the cactus that Grandpa and I had planted with our own hands, and the dogs sleeping outside the door. I finally understood, and instantly tears filled my eyes and fell one by one. Every second I was on screen here was one of my fondest memories. I didn't look back until he let go of my hand at some point. I looked at it, and he looked at me, and just stood there for who knows how long. I believed that it was Grandpa, my angel, and that it hadn't left me. I no longer have nightmares, just I believe that the angel has always been with me, that everything is also everything belongs to me, just I did not believe it before, not strong.
Back home from school, sitting on the desk very close to the window, looking at that from the past to move to this everything, and saw it again, is watering the cactus, and the dog is playing, waving to me, see Grandpa's figure is permanent, and then smile at me. It is my favorite person, the angel of my dreams.