2. Are there any eight-character questions about friendship composition? Love in the rain, small eyes, high nose, thin lips and ear-length short hair make people know at a glance that she is a lively and lovely girl.
This is my friend-Xiaoxiao. We met in elementary school.
It was a rainy day, and I was walking on the playground alone. Just then, Xiaoxiao ran over and asked me why I didn't bring an umbrella.
I told her that I like the rain, especially the cool feeling of raindrops hitting me. She said she likes rain, too.
So, two girls who love rain naturally came together. From then on, whenever it rains, we will take an umbrella.
In this warm world under the umbrella, we chatted heartily, weaving girls' beautiful dreams with interesting stories that we all love to listen to ... Gradually, I found that Xiao Yan was eloquent and well written. And she also knows that I'm not good at writing.
In order to improve my composition, Xiaoxiao and I have a beautiful agreement: write a letter to each other every week. So, I wrote every letter carefully and told her my happiness and troubles.
At the same time, I also carefully read the letter she wrote to me and learned the essence from it. After a period of time, my writing level has improved a lot, and letters have become a special tool for us to maintain friendship.
On rainy days, we go to special classes to study, go to bookstores to buy books, and walk home from school together ... Xiaoxiao is my first and best confidant. Although the days we spent together included "war" and peace, they were more joy and sweetness ... Now, we are no longer in junior high school in the same school, but I still remember my little help, her sweet smiling face under the umbrella in the rain, and the colorful days we walked together.
Everything stays in that eternal memory. It is another rainy day.
When I walk on the playground alone again, I have a feeling that I can't say it. Did you lose it? Is it bitter? Still lonely? I don't know.
A sour feeling surges from the bottom of my heart, which is indescribable. At this point, giving does not bring me * * *, but only brings the sadness of losing my bosom friend.
The weather is cold, and my heart is cold. When you lose it, it is so beautiful and warm. The scene of rain remains the same, but it will rain again, and there will be less fun with the little ones.
I like the snow in winter.
I love spring with flowers and birds, I love hot summer, I love fruitful autumn, but I love snowy winter, because I like snow, which adds infinite joy to our children.
Winter is coming, and when the cold wind blows, my face is like a knife. Snow, the spirit of winter, falls from the sky and dances to every corner of the world. Inadvertently, it has put roofs, trees, grasslands and highways. . As their own stage, competing to perform.
Yesterday morning, snow suddenly floated in the sky. I watched the snowflakes carefully. At first it was still underground bit by bit. Gradually, large tracts of snowflakes fell from the cloudy sky like white clouds. The snow is getting heavier and heavier. Soon, the earth put on a thick white cotton-padded jacket and the whole world was white. They were all hugged tightly by the snow.
The snow stopped, and some friends and I happily ran into the snow hand in hand. In the snow, "wow! We screamed, the snow is really white, as white as sketch paper; The snow is thick and covers your feet; There is so much snow that the whole ground is covered. " We trudged to the middle of the snow, grabbed a handful of snow from the snow, wrapped it in a ball, chased each other and kept throwing it at each other. "One, two, three, four, five. . "I only heard a bang.
After a while, all my friends went home and I ran home. As soon as I got home, in my room, I saw a layer of frost on the window. I can write and draw by touching it with my hand. I wrote a few words on the window with my hand: "I love you, snow in winter".
Ah! Winter snow, your heart is so pure, my friends and I can't forget your beauty, let alone all your dedication to children. Every winter, you are silently paying for us. You are so pure and kind.
I love you, snow in winter.
The feeling of autumn
4. Describing the teacher's eight-character composition topic is a bright light in growth.
Time flies, the sun and the moon fly, and now I am a teenager. My mother always accompanied me when I was growing up. She is not only my first teacher, but also a bright light in my growing up.
My mother is plain and nothing stands out, but she has given me great support and encouragement in my life.
It was a speech contest. Because I caught a cold and was still very nervous, I forgot my words during the game. I stood on the stage and looked at the audience in panic. At this moment, I saw my mother sitting in the middle. Her smiling eyes showed a little longing. I tried to think about it, but I just couldn't remember it. At this time, there was a little commotion under the stage. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but I felt that their fingers were clearly pointing at me, but my mother didn't. Still sitting like that, smiling eyes sent encouragement, so I danced a lot to continue my speech. Series connection is very inappropriate, but I have to bite the bullet and continue. The speech is finally over. I almost ran off the stage, and there was silence. The other contestants got thunderous applause. I cried, silently shed tears. When I got home, I lay in bed and cried, because I had never been so bad as today. At this time, my mother came over, smiled and stroked my head, and said softly, son, you spoke very well today. In my mother's heart, you are always the best. After listening to my mother's words, I cried more sadly, but her words gave me strength and made me forget my sadness. Since then, I have been practicing very hard to get more exercise.
When I am confused, my mother always shows me the brightest way. I remember that I failed the exam. I went home in tears, waiting for my mother's reprimand, but when I got home, my mother didn't blame me, but patiently sat next to me and rewrote it with me.
I can never finish talking about my mother. My mother is great, kind and full of love. In short, my mother is a bright light in my growth, which helps me to light up the road ahead and let me go further and further and fly higher and higher.
The atmosphere of the teacher's lecture is very vivid. My teacher's composition is 100 words. The classes you teach are so colorful that each chapter seems to open a window in front of me and let me see a new world.
Teacher, whenever I think of you, I can't help but feel ups and downs, and the gate of memory can't help but open. It's like a movie, playing in my mind. She is as strict with us as her mother, loves us and is amiable.
She has long hair and watery eyes. Although she is over 40 years old, she is still so beautiful in my heart. She came to teach us when I was in the eighth grade. When I first met her, I thought she was very strict. Sure enough, the first time I wrote a weekly diary, I copied it because the words were too ugly and the content was too little. My classmates and I were called outside by her and stood aside.
Her face is full of anger and she wants to eat us all at once. I was afraid that she would be cruel for the first time (telling her parents). As a result, I thought too much She said at that time: "Words are a facade, from which you can see a person's character. No one can steal your good handwriting! " Then he gently tugged at my ear. "Do you remember what I said? If there is a next time, you know the consequences. " I just whispered "hmm" and pulled another person's ear after answering. Then she said loudly, "You must rewrite it for me before self-study on Tuesday night. If you fail, continue to rewrite! " ! I am right to be strict. I am responsible for you. A great teacher makes a great apprentice! "When I got back to my seat, I was thinking about what the teacher said. I think it's reasonable. When I was in elementary school, my teacher said something about me, but when I was in junior high school, I was still told by my teacher. I decided to write my words well.
I have already handed in the "Military Order". Where there is a will, there is a way. The teacher gave me an A in my diary. Although I didn't get an A+, I was still a little happy, because most of my primary school compositions were good and few were excellent. At that time, I liked Chinese very much (so did other classes). If I can fight the blue sky, you gave me wings to fly. If I am a warrior who breaks the waves, you have given me the power to make waves; If I am an immortal torch, it is you who give me the light of youth! I am proud to have a teacher like you! My teacher writes 600 words. My teacher is strict and kind.
Because the teacher is strict, we have learned to be strict with ourselves; Because of the kindness of the teacher, we felt warm and learned countless knowledge. My teacher looks strict, but in fact, she is kind at heart. Her kindness will last forever like a wave and will not change.
Her eyes are as bright as the sun, full of wisdom, and she smiles very naturally and kindly. Her mind is the source of wisdom. When she asks the teacher questions, she will immediately answer wonderful answers, lead us to the ocean of knowledge, open the magical door with the key of wisdom, share knowledge and discuss problems together.
The teacher uses her strict requirements to make us succeed day by day. The teacher's strictness lies in what is required of her.
For example, there should be no smearing or pulling when writing. For example, we should keep a correct sitting posture when writing, such as reciting texts. For example, we all have to abide by these requirements to grow. Our progress is the result of teachers' strict demands on us.
Why? Just look at the severity of the teacher. One day, a classmate made a mistake, and the teacher saw it and punished him for writing a review.
That classmate tried to blame others for the mistake, but it was found by the teacher's eyes, so he was punished twice so that he wouldn't make such a mistake again. In fact, the teacher gave us many opportunities to correct our mistakes. If we make a mistake for the first time, we will only remind him or her. If we make a mistake for the second time, we will punish him or her for writing. If we make the third mistake, there is no chance, and we will punish him or her dozens of times.
The teacher gives us the opportunity to correct it, just to let us correct it when we know our mistakes. Teachers sow the seeds of literature in our hearts, and then moisten us with the rain and dew of knowledge.
We should make good use of the rain and dew, take root and sprout under it and grow into towering trees. Teacher, we know how hard you work.
You've given us a lot over the years. It is the teacher who grows with us and teaches us knowledge.
When we grow up, we will never let our teachers down. We should study hard and make progress every day.
Three generations of gentlemen. We will never forget the kindness of the teacher's church! In my life, you showed me the way. Without you, I am like a sailboat without a compass on the sea. In the face of problems, I will be like a monk in Zhang Er.
Thank you! My math teacher's composition is 600 words. Miss Wang, the math teacher in our class, is like an ever-changing book. In class, he is like an encyclopedia, he knows everything, and all the formulas, formulas and problem-solving ideas are clear.
Once, Sean Xiao asked the teacher a question, and Teacher Wang said it like a jingle. Tan Xiao followed Sean Xiao's question and asked Mr. Wang a long list of questions. Mr. Wang was not to be outdone, and answered them one by one in combination with other topics. However, Tan Xiao is a man who can't get what he wants, but what are some questions that the encyclopedia doesn't know? Like a tongue twister, Teacher Wang persuaded Tan Xiao, a classmate in our class, that no matter who he was or what questions he had, he could answer them, and he was well informed. What is the so-called debate among scholars! After class, Mr. Wang became humorous and laughed with his classmates. He told us a story about a man who was retaliated by others and put in the soil with only one head exposed, and then the horses rushed here and kicked the man's head off. We all laughed.
Once, in primary school, our joke king Lu Xiao and Mr. Wang exchanged jokes. See who tells the funniest story. As I expected, Xiao Lu, the king of jokes, lost to our humor. When telling the story, the whole class laughed, even the least funny kid in the class laughed. He is called "the man who doesn't laugh"! His jokes made us laugh like medicine. No matter who he is, I think I will laugh after hearing it. No matter who is sad, he starts laughing as soon as the medicine comes, because he is humorous.
If someone's things are missing or damaged, but they don't know who did it, they will become one.
6. Are there any eight-character questions about friendship composition? Love in the rain.
Small eyes, high nose, thin lips and ear-length short hair let people know that she is a lively and lovely girl. This is my friend-Xiaoxiao.
We met in elementary school. It was a rainy day, and I was walking on the playground alone. Just then, Xiaoxiao ran over and asked me why I didn't bring an umbrella. I told her that I like the rain, especially the cool feeling of raindrops hitting me. She said she likes rain, too. So, two girls who love rain naturally came together. From then on, whenever it rains, we will take an umbrella. In this warm world under the umbrella, we chat heartily and weave beautiful dreams for girls with interesting stories that we all love to hear. ...
Gradually, I found that Xiao Yan's eloquence was very good, and his articles were well written. And she also knows that I'm not good at writing. In order to improve my composition, Xiaoxiao and I have a beautiful agreement: write a letter to each other every week. So, I wrote every letter carefully and told her my happiness and troubles. At the same time, I also carefully read the letter she wrote to me and learned the essence from it. After a period of time, my writing level has improved a lot, and letters have become a special tool for us to maintain friendship.
On rainy days, we go to special classes to study, go to bookstores to buy books, and walk home from school together ... Xiaoxiao is my first and best confidant. Although there are "wars" and peace in the days of getting along, it is more joy and sweetness. ...
Now, we are no longer in junior high school in the same school, but I still remember that little help, her sweet smile when holding an umbrella in the rain, and the colorful days we spent together. Everything stays in that eternal memory.
It is another rainy day. When I walk on the playground alone again, I have a feeling that I can't say it. Did you lose it? Is it bitter? Still lonely? I don't know. A sour feeling surges from the bottom of my heart, which is indescribable. At this point, giving does not bring me * * *, but only brings the sadness of losing my bosom friend. The weather is cold, and my heart is cold. When you lose it, it is so beautiful and warm.
The scene of rain remains the same, but it will rain again, and there will be less fun with the little ones.
7. Twenty diaries need about 80 words. 1 My mother is so playful! Last night, my mother invited several colleagues to go shopping in Zhongnan Shopping Mall, and didn't come back until after eleven o'clock in the evening, so I had to stay up with her.
This morning, she got up early and was not affected by staying up late last night. She resolutely went to work and took me with her. How can I be so unlucky! In the afternoon, after struggling repeatedly with my mother, my mother finally let me go home.
When I got home, I turned on the TV and transferred to Shandong Satellite TV to see that there were children at home. It mainly tells interesting stories about three children and two parents. It can relax our nervous mood and let us spend a holiday with laughter. I prefer to watch CCTV 10 in the evening, because there are very good-looking programs from 6:45, such as Telling, Exploration and Discovery.
I like listening to Oscar songs in the evening. These songs make me unforgettable. 2. It has been raining cautiously and continuously every day since the holiday of the primary school reunion, and it finally clears up today. I am very happy to see such fine weather. Today is the day for our high school classmates to get together.
In the morning, after breakfast, I left home early and walked to our alma mater. I was full of thoughts along the way, imagining the changes of my classmates, imagining what would happen after meeting them, and so on.
Time passed unconsciously and finally came to our alma mater. As soon as I entered the campus, the previous scene was vivid and I suddenly felt a sense of intimacy. At the same time, I found that our alma mater has undergone tremendous changes.
First of all, the teaching building was put on new clothes and painted, then the canteen changed and the library was completed, all of which appeared after we left. Walking on the avenue and on campus, he carefully recalled his previous study and life, which really had a different taste.
At this time, I saw several students who were making up lessons walking on the path. They are in a hurry, and now time is too precious for them. Along the tree-lined path, I came to the place where we met-the classroom where we used to study. At this time, several students have arrived. I stepped forward and shouted their names. At this time, there was naturally a greeting, and everyone's face was full of surprises.
Next, in the laughter of everyone, the students came one after another. After exchanging pleasantries, we walked towards our next destination-the teacher's house. Our head teacher speaks humorously.
In the following time, everyone will have dinner and have a good time ... the day ends in laughter, and it's good to meet again! After the winter vacation exam, I found my own shortcomings. In this winter vacation, I will try my best to improve myself. First of all, I will read some excellent articles this winter vacation to improve my writing level.
Secondly, I want to do my homework on time this winter vacation, and I can't make up my homework just before school starts, as I did in the past winter vacation. Thirdly, I will use this winter vacation to learn the content of next semester in advance, so that I can study better next semester.
Fourth, I will insist on writing an article about my daily experience on my blog every day. Fifth, practice a chapter every day to write your own words better.
Sixth, I want to watch the news for an hour every day and care about national affairs. Seventh, finally, I want to review my knowledge this semester so that I don't forget my past knowledge.
Eighth, I want to spend this winter vacation happily, studying and playing. Is it a combination of work and rest? Diary of being cheated 4. The year of New Year's Eve diary is over. New Year's Eve is a night of reunion. Every household is decorated with lanterns to celebrate the peace at the end of the year and the start of the new year. On New Year's Eve, everyone is busy posting Spring Festival couplets, and our family is no exception. This year, I posted couplets at home.
In fact, the knowledge of this couplet is also quite great. As long as you look at this couplet last year, you will know the family's hopes and plans in the new year, and you will also know what happy events have happened in this family's family in the past year. Look at this couplet. Of course, we are the happiest on this day, and we call on adults to celebrate the New Year early, because fireworks can also be set off after the New Year.
Everyone cheered when the fireworks were set off, not to mention how happy they were. Even the adults were infected by us and cried. After the fireworks, the family sat around the table for a reunion dinner. The most interesting thing is that you can get money by eating jiaozi and jiaozi. Whoever gets the money will have the best luck in the New Year, so everyone scrambled to eat and see who grabbed the rich jiaozi, but no matter what you ate or didn't eat, the atmosphere of scrambling to eat jiaozi was the most unforgettable night ...! 5. The vaccination diary is so big, what is the vaccination?
Oh, it hurts! This morning, my mother said that she would give me a vaccination at night, and my heart began to get nervous. I kept saying, "Time passes slowly, slowly, not at night." But the evening doesn't come very slowly, but it seems to come faster than before.
My heart beats faster and faster when I practice the piano at night. My mother asked me to play it again. I have to play it several times. In fact, there is only one purpose, that is, to postpone the vaccination time for a longer time. It's time for vaccination. My heart is pounding.
Before the injection, I turned on the TV, tuned to my favorite program, and then put a rock candy bayberry in my mouth, hoping to distract my attention and forget the pain. When I am ready, my mother will start giving me injections. I rolled up my sleeves, my mother put iodophor on my arm, and then I stabbed it and said it was unfortunate. As soon as the needle went in, the TV program suddenly became an advertisement, which could not distract me. "All right," mom said.
I am finally relieved. I feel really comfortable after the injection! There is no burden in my heart! 6. Diary (practicing calligraphy) Since I studied, what impressed me most was that almost every Chinese teacher asked us to write well and practice calligraphy.
Although I listened to my teacher at that time, I didn't stick to it. I just practice occasionally. Looking at my handwriting now, I really regret that I wasted too much time and didn't practice well. Just this winter vacation, the school arranged a winter vacation homework for us, so I want to use it to practice calligraphy.
But three days later,
8. Unforgettable eight-character composition 300 words There are all kinds of medicines in the world, but there is no regret medicine. What happened has to start from that day.
"Where's my protractor?" I kept shouting in the classroom, but no one answered.
I turned my schoolbag upside down, but it was still missing. Suddenly, my eyes lit up. There is a protractor on Xiao Ming's desk, which is exactly the same as mine-the protractor is missing a corner, and that is my mark.
I went up to Xiaoming and asked, "Why did you take my protractor?" Xiao Ming replied, "This is mine. I didn't take your protractor. " "Don't put on airs, this protractor is missing an angle, and this is the evidence. You can't have this mark on your protractor! Give it back to me. "
I said angrily. I think: Last time I lost a protractor, my mother scolded me. I decided it was mine, and I'll bring it here anyway this time.
After some arguments, Xiao Ming couldn't beat me: with his head down and tears in his eyes, he grabbed a protractor and threw it at me. After I caught it, I stood there for a long time and slowly put my protractor in my pencil case.
When I came home from school, I took out my book and prepared to start my homework. When I opened the book, I suddenly found a protractor in it. I thought: I obviously put the protractor in the pencil box. How did it jump out by itself? I quickly opened the pencil box and found an identical one in it.
I picked them up and watched them again and again.
Only then did I realize that I had misjudged Xiao Ming. Looking at these two protractors, my muscles seem to be shaking.
Although it has been a long time, I will never forget it.