In daily life or work and study, everyone will inevitably come into contact with composition. Composition writing can exercise our habit of being alone, calm down our mind, and think about our future direction.
So how is a general composition written?
Below are 10 300-word essays for eighth grade that I carefully compiled for your reference. I hope it can help friends in need.
300-word composition for eighth grade, Part 1 Time flies as fast as water, six years of primary school have passed!
It's so fast, it's like I just entered elementary school yesterday, and today I stepped through the door of middle school!
Everything came so suddenly!
I'm so reluctant to leave, so nostalgic, but I can't, I really can't, I can't turn back time... I can't turn time back, and I can't stop time. Even if it goes backwards and stops, what's the point?
It will all pass eventually. I can only occasionally recall the happy days of primary school, but everything is always so empty and helpless.
When I was in elementary school, I didn't have many good friends. Even if they seemed to be friends, they were fake.
No one will listen to my inner thoughts, except for Xiaoxiao, who thinks that I regard him as my close friend. Friends are of great significance to me. I don’t care what others say about me, except for my good friends.
Seeing Rao Mingjun, Hu Qiming, and Zhong Ke talking and laughing, I’m really envious. Sometimes I wonder why I can’t be one of them?
Maybe our party friends are not suitable for each other. Sometimes, I feel that everything around me is false. I can’t put it into words. It feels like I have been abandoned by everyone. I feel cold and cold... Forget it.
...let the past go by, just grasp the present and the future; everything is the best; I will work hard!
study well!
Make progress every day!
300-word composition for eighth grade, Part 2. I don’t know what I am thinking or what I am doing. I only know that I feel bad and I have to vent, so I am now holding a pen to relieve my inner unhappiness.
I don’t know why, I feel so depressed, I always want to cry, no, I can’t, I’m not that fragile yet, even if I am really weak, I can’t show it, because only by being brave and strong can I get through it.
After the ups and downs of life, you reach the other side of success!
Recalling what happened in the past few days, a wry smile appeared on the corner of my mouth, hey, what is this?
!
It's just the embellishment of the fireworks across the shore. Soon it will become the smoke of the past, and then it will be forgotten. What will be left after it is forgotten?
remember?
No!
No memories!
Memories are hurtful. Memories always make people dissatisfied with themselves. Why?
Why are you dissatisfied with what you have already done?
As long as you remember one sentence, you may not be dissatisfied with yourself: there are no assumptions, no ifs, only results and consequences!
I don’t know why, but my heart is still in chaos. It’s true that “if you keep cutting, you’ll still be in chaos.” Maybe I should go out for a walk. My words may become a joke to others, and may be forgotten forever. However, I just want to vent.
One moment and nothing else.
It’s really time to go out for a walk... 300-word essay for eighth grade, Part 3. Speaking of people who have given me love and care, there are too many people, but if I will never forget it, there is no one more than her - my mother.
My mother is a changeable person. She didn’t allow me to do nonsensical things when I was a child. She always said that girls shouldn’t be so carefree and should be quieter. But I think children love to play after all, but my mother always restricted me to death.
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He doesn't allow me to lie. That's her basic principle, because she hates people who lie the most, but she always doesn't keep her word, always breaks her trust with me, doesn't set an example for me at all, and always nags her.
She kept telling me to restrain this and that, so I always tried to dodge her.
But no one is perfect, and no one is perfect. She also has a side that I admire. As a mother who loves her children deeply, she will never let her children be harmed in the slightest.
When I was innocently bullied or criticized, she would always be the first to stand up and defend me and help me without hesitation. I was used to her warm back. Whenever I was in trouble, the weak me would hide behind her.
, even though he said some inappropriate words when protecting me, this is also the first reaction of a mother to protect her child, so I can understand it.
I am both dependent and afraid of her.
I want to be close to her but want to keep her away thousands of miles away. Thinking of her kindness I want to hold her tightly and tell her the whispers between mother and daughter. Thinking of her nagging but want to stay far away from her and leave.
This complicated world.
Why!
I have changed too!
Like mother, like daughter!
300-word composition for eighth grade, Part 4 Eighth grade, are you ready?
I am in eighth grade, and I sigh: I have just understood the ups and downs of life, and I have just comprehended the mysteries of the world, and I am already in eighth grade!
Eighth grade?
I don't seem to understand it yet.
My face was still that youthful; my personality was still that playful. In an instant, I was actually an eighth-grade student!
The scene when I was just in the first grade of junior high school suddenly appeared before my eyes. At that time, I was so timid and fearful, so playful, and as playful as a primary school student.