In our daily study, work or life, we all have the experience of writing essays, and are familiar with essays, right? Writing essays can exercise our habit of being alone, quieting our mind and thinking about our future direction. How to write a thoughtful and literate essay? Here are the 5 diary entries about happy weekend that I brought to you for your reference!
Diary about Happy Weekend 1
In the past, every day was a brand new day. But when it comes to meaningful "weekends", a different picture unfolds in my mind ......
That time, my dad started a devilish training program for me. I stayed at home and was doing my homework when suddenly a hint of an eerie voice drifted in, "Running yet?" I was shocked, the soul-crushing question of these four words made me put on my running shoes and fly down like a rocket. Inked, needless to say it was another eight laps.
After warming up a bit, I started running. At first the first lap did not feel tired, looking at the big names of the grandparents, dancing amazons, playing children easily over a lap. The next is still the same, but to the fourth lap, just feel around the heat up, the wind seems to stand still, I am a little restless. Later slightly slowed down, and then feel the road is controlled by the heart of the apprehensive a little.
Until the fifth lap, I was sweating. I ran slower, feeling my body creeping and slowing like a snake. The trees next to me rustled, and I didn't care about these very annoying things, everything became a black and white picture, silent and colorless and light as paper. Suddenly, when I reached the big downhill slope, I felt a current of electricity penetrating every part of my body as if it were flawless, and my bones were soft and fragile, as if they were falling apart. In this is about to fall to the bottom of the idea is about to break, but my father's words have become my pain when the "support column" and "painkillers": tired, look up at the sky, grit your teeth and hang in there, things will always end!
Unsurprisingly, looking at the sky, a strange force from the bottom of my lungs, but pushed me to hoof it, continue to move forward: Well, I have to hold on! I leaned back and used all my body's strength to lunge forward. At this time I was a bright spot: somehow a bull-like force made me stick to the whole course!
Perhaps this is the sky to bring me a different kind of power - broad. It is because the sky has a broad "heart", let me get "do things to keep a broad mind and can stick to the end that is the victory" reason. And it's what made me feel the charm of this special weekend!
Diary of a Happy Weekend 2
It was another weekend, and I was so happy because it included my favorite chess class.
I came to the Youth Palace early in the morning, and it was unusually quiet, as if I could hear a pin drop on the ground. Classes in the place on the fifth floor, I walked out of breath, but the heart is very happy. Thinking about me and my classmates to play chess won, the teacher praised me, back home and mom and dad said, they also praised me, really too happy. Thinking about it, I came to the chess classroom, the teacher was already there, saw me kindly greeted me, and I also chatted with me happily.
The students came one after another, the music sounded, and the class started. We all listened to the class with the most serious and proper attitude, because we knew that the teacher was going to talk about another exciting game. The teacher said loudly, "Today we are going to talk about 'The Center Cannon Panhead Knight versus the Screen Knight' bis." After saying that, the teacher set up the pieces and explained. We shouted excitedly, "Good move!" "General, quick!"
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After the game, I was very happy because I learned something new.
Chess time came, the teacher arranged for me to play with Zhang Zhou, I did not expect his chess stinks, only a dozen moves, I won. Teacher helplessly shook his head: "You play chess too fast, are too boring in class, just arrange for you to break the chess stumps! You are divided into three groups, do the problems together, make a problem, each group is rewarded 1 yuan of shopping coupons, 50 cents each." Upon hearing that there is a reward, we all cheered. But I was surprised to be in a group with Zhang Zhou again, hey, I can't expect him to make a question. Teacher set up the game, said "start", we immediately began to use our brains, in a short while, I did it. The second question, I did it again, and got a dollar reward. But he did not do a question out, also have a reward, who called him and I group it, he can steal the joy.
After class, I took the $1 shopping coupon to the door of the store to buy food, really happy.
It was such a happy weekend!
Diary about Happy Weekend 3
The week went by fast too, and in the blink of an eye it was the weekend. This week's weekend. I had a great time with my family.
Because the weather was sunny on the weekend, many people chose to go out in this weekend. There were people everywhere, in the parks, in the squares. Some people set up tents on the lawn by the lake in the park, while others walked barefoot on the lawn, feeling the softness of the grass.
My family and I came here, and at first we were just going to get some fresh air, enjoy the view, and take a walk.
My family and I came here to enjoy the scenery and take a walk, but when I saw a lot of people flying kites on the side of the lawn, I was gradually attracted to the kites flying in the sky.
As if recognizing my interest, my father secretly bought a kite from a small store.
I looked at the kite suddenly appeared in front of my eyes, suddenly a happy, and then in the mom and dad's encouragement, I also joined the group of kite-flying partners, in the sunshine, in the breeze in my hands of the kite in a little bit of rise. Feeling my kite flying into the blue sky, I was so happy.
My mom and dad found a place to sit down and watched me play happily. When I finally flew the kite, mom and dad even applauded for me. The applause gave me great encouragement, so I became more and more serious, I hope I can fly my kite very high, so that the kite is infinitely close to the white clouds in the blue sky.
I tilted my head and flew my kite, as if I didn't know how tired I was, running against the wind, just for the sake of my kite to fly higher.
I looked at the kite flying up high, and I was so happy that I couldn't stop smiling. In this piece of park grass, my laughter is the most joyful, I am confident that the joyful laughter also attracted a lot of people's attention. There were even a few people cheering me on at the end of the day, and it was a great weekend.
Diary of a Happy Weekend 4
One day during winter vacation, I encountered a particularly interesting event.
A few afternoons ago, my mom said to me, "Today you accompany me to go to the cotton popping, you have not seen how the cotton is popped, but also to go to a long time." So, I readily agreed, and my mother also asked me to help her with the cotton.
We set off happily, mom brought a big bag of cotton, I also helped mom with a bag. Along the way we talked and laughed. Unconsciously arrived at the place of cotton popping.
An uncle skillfully to the old cotton to tear, then, put into the cotton popping machine, the old cotton wool into one end, pressed the switch, the machine began to send out a rumbling sound, it nonchalantly these cotton wool all swallowed into the mouth, can be magical, in a while, from the end of the machine miraculously turned out soft and fluffy cotton, as if the clouds in the sky, beautiful. Like the clouds in the sky, beautiful. Touch soft, can be comfortable. I think this is like magic General, I secretly marveled: the original power of science and technology is so great ah, far from looking, thought it was a bunch of cotton candy it. However, these cotton looks like cotton candy, in fact, it is cotton candy brother cotton. Auntie skillfully took a stick to the cotton as if the roll cake like a roll, cotton automatically rolled up. Auntie and Uncle rushed to measure the cotton on another big lying board and spread the gauze net. Auntie spread the cotton in an organized manner and laid a layer of gauze netting on top of it.
Then, you see, the uncle should use another big machine to press these cotton a little bit, to press them flat before, otherwise, the cotton is too fluffy. Push the cotton on the lying board under another machine, that machine can be fun, it seems like a dancing machine, in the cotton left twist, right shake, too interesting.
In a short while, the cotton is OK, as "reborn" as, really both new and flat, high-tech to bring people both convenient and good life.
Diary of a Happy Weekend5
The night had already fallen, and the golden light was wavering, making the fog of the meal even more indistinct. At the table, my brother used his chopsticks to knock the edge of the bowl with excitement at times, and then clapped his hands and cheered, and then gobbled down the food, and then fought with me for the food, with a look of a starving man, and with a vibrant mouth: after a hard day's work, let me let the finished product of this sweat-spattered labor go into my stomach! Hearing this, I can not help but recall the cheerful scene during the day.
The hillside that wielded the hoe, bowed back who is? That's mom. Who is that squatting on the ground, little hands skimming off the soil, tired huffing and puffing? That's my sister. Who is the child who bends down to look for something, sometimes squealing in surprise: I found it! Who is the child? That's me. And who is the one sitting on the ground with a dog's tail grass in his mouth? No need to guess, that's my damn brother. And what are we doing? You don't have to guess, that's our family digging wild vegetables again!
Wild vegetables, commonly known as ground vegetables, small, tender, but the size of my palm, jagged leaves close to the ground, like with some weeds clustered together, do not look carefully, it is not easy to find. Mom held up a sample of the weed while explaining it to us. I carefully scrutinized the leaves, and found that the dug-up wild vegetables gradually curled up and stretched downward, weighing in my hand, like a small green ball, which was quite interesting. I've been thinking about it for a long time, and I've got a big handful of wild greens in my mom's hand.
I saw my mom first use a shovel to gently pan a layer of soil, the handle of the hand a stretch a contraction a twist, pan the soil will be obediently piled up on the side. This time, the root of the jade-like roots will be presented in front of the eyes, as long as the scissors gently cut, a fresh wild vegetables will have been placed in the basket. I can not be so troublesome, first of all, the ground vegetables gently lifted up a corner, in a centimeter away from the place with the tip of the scissors to loosen the soil, then as long as gently lifting a tug, a still with the silk of the weeds, will be held in the hands.
As the sun was setting, the lights were already on in the street, and the lights were pulling our shadows long as we carried our baskets, swaying towards home.
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