In study, work and life, you must have come into contact with essays, which is a style of writing consisting of words, considered by the human mind, and organized through language to express the meaning of a subject. In order to make it easier and more convenient for you to write essays, here are 8 weekly essays that I have collected for you.
Weekly Memoir Essay Part 1Whenever it comes to summer, I always remember the old fish fun.
The thing is like this, I used to be small, in order to amuse me, my father always got up early in the summer and went to catch fish with me. I remember once, my father and I came to Celebrity Square, my father went to buy a fish tackle, we will catch fish. First of all, I became the "observation long", specifically to "inspect" where there are fish, suddenly, my eyes light up, found a small fish is leisurely in the water shaking their heads and tails, dad came, also found, so dad began to quietly go into the water, with a handful of mud, mud to the bank a throw, I thought I was going to catch a fish. Throw the mud to the shore, I thought I had caught the ecstatic, but the good times do not last long, a moment of work, we found the fish has gone nowhere, I looked into the water, found that the fish is still swimming around freely, as if to say: "You want to catch me, not even the door!" Dad had an idea: don't you have a fishing gear? Why don't you put the net underneath, I put a few bread crumbs on the net, not long after, we walked away, when we went back, we were already loaded, we went back to the place where we put the net to take a look, the fish was really trapped, it was eating my bread! I lifted the netting up and the fish was caught. We put all the caught fish in one piece, only to see that some of them are fluttering their tails around, as if they regret to jump up; some of them are motionless there, as if they are remembering what happened just now; and some of them are swimming quickly around the container, as if they are thinking how to escape from death.
With a jar full of "trophies" home, I am really happy not to mention. Every time I think back, I can't help but laugh a few times.
I once read in a book that there is a distance between life and death, which is called life, and how to walk through this distance is called life, so in the gradual growth of time, I think the most is why I was born, and then, how to live. I have always thought that life has a great connection with life, and the singularity of life makes me kind of inexplicably confused. Every day, I was like a robot, doing the same things over and over again. Wake up, eat, go to class, do my homework, go to bed. Once I think of the past days are the same as the first day, it is chilling to the heart, and even, and wonder if I am still alive, I often ask myself, since your life has no meaning, why do you still want to live?
I have tried to use technology to solve this abstract problem, but the facts show that science can not explain the spiritual doubts. Aspirants on the Internet have each explored the meaning of life. Some people believe that the meaning of life is to contribute to society: life is short, and if you can contribute to society by benefiting mankind, your life is full of meaning for the whole society. Some people refute that the meaning of life lies in thought: some people live as if they were dead, while some people die but still alive, life is limited, thought is infinite, the limited life on the infinite thought, people have to live and die to have meaning to talk about. People express their own thoughts, and there are even people who say that the meaning of life is to find the meaning of life.
For now, if I want to express the meaning of life, I would say that life itself is meaningless, to say that there is a meaning, that is, things themselves give life a meaning.
For example, for the earth, the meaning of life is to bring vitality to the earth.
For example, for the Earth, the meaning of life is to bring vitality to the Earth.
Thus, the meaning of life is different for different things, and spreading the thought, it follows that the meaning of life is different for different things.
A scientist might say that the meaning of life is creation.
A thinker might say that the meaning of life is to think.
The meaning of life for the sad and sorrowful is the pursuit of pleasure.
The meaning of the life of the destitute is the pursuit of wealth.
Perhaps, then, the meaning of life is the fulfillment of needs and the achievement of goals. When needs and goals are realized, life is no longer a soulless shell, and every life jumps on the earth and continues its journey in pursuit of the meaning of life!
Weekly Essay Part 3A week of life passed quickly, within this week, is nervous, excited and thrilled. Within the school county to be busy reviewing, because of the midterm exams to be faced, and it is because of this news, seven courses of teachers together to surround us. Let us stop for a moment, write this and that, write that and this, there are so many homework assignments that they can punch the sky. Hey! Who made us students? Listen to the teacher's orders is the vocation.
So all day long diffuse in the teacher's saliva, the previous period of time is okay, especially the last few days, the first day of the test language and history, the whole day in the language and history, the last review, we are seriously listening to the class, but there are still some students do not listen to it, it is estimated that this time will not be a good test. This order has continued.
To the midterm exams, just finished two I returned to the classroom to hear someone cheating, was caught, refused to say to zero points processing. I really feel sad for them, when it is not good to hear, and now cheating, bad luck! I thought after this lesson will not be cheating, but the results .......
Such a tense atmosphere lasted a few days, finally finished the test, but there are still homework ......
Weekly Essay Part 4Now all of us are very busy with homework, the time that should be rested all taken up to study, a pile of homework pressed us breathless, but if you really ask us: But if you really ask us, "What do you want most?" Most of us will tell you honestly - praise, not freedom.
Yes, why do we study? But for the praise of teachers, elders and classmates. Do your homework carefully, get first place, go to a good school, for what? Also for praise ......
Praise is our affirmation, praise and encouragement, a necessity of the heart, with praise, there is our continuous efforts, there is our glorious achievements.
However, how harsh teachers and elders are on their praise! When the children, students do good things to report, although said the heart is indescribably happy, but the face is still a look of indifference, the mouth with a few simple words to send us off, to splash us with a pot of cold water. All of a sudden, the joy as ash was blown away by the wind, what is left? Only helpless sighs. So no longer angry, no longer work hard; so the loss of motivation; so there is a good news do not want to tell others, let the good things, annihilated in the bottom of the heart, become a permanent memory ......
We again and again look forward to parents and teachers can give us praise, even if it is a word of praise, an encouraging look, a sincere smile ...... But they let us down again and again, again and again to blow away our joy, in this colorful world, less a warm.
However, and who will really listen to our heartfelt cries; and who will really know what we think; and who will really give us the praise we most need to fill the wounds of our hearts?
Friendship record
Nostalgia, as if a nostalgic movie, gently wet the mind, nostalgia, as if the colorful dream, loaded with intricate mood.
Childhood memories are a dust, falling in the past fell in the eyes of the strict, want to shed tears, I know that childhood has been far away from me, the rainy season of life, is not a pot of tea as calm and bland. I miss the days of childhood, with tears, with heart, with words ......
This part of my childhood has made me walk through part of my life in a down-to-earth manner. It sends me through a peaceful and happy journey to its end, with a hand gently send him away, in the future will usher in the course of wind and rain, he baptized me, encouraged me, is my strong, but I will still dream of that ray of sunshine in childhood; dream of seeing that fine rain in childhood.
The mood changes with time, age changes with time, now I grew up, lost my friends ---- "childhood" only left a record of our friendship.
This week, the same table has a red eye, the day before yesterday did not go to school, today is not completely good to go to school, the eyes are red.
When she first came back, everyone was surprised, especially me. I didn't dare to look at her and told her not to look at me, and I asked other students if she was better, and they all said, "Not yet, don't believe you see." I didn't dare to look. Later, C whispered to me, "Don't talk about her." I immediately closed my mouth, thinking about it, she is my friend, or C has a deep sense of humor. Then I went back into my seat. Later, I looked at her a few times, the first time I didn't see her too clearly and thought no. The second and third time I looked at her I thought her eyes were really red, they weren't healed yet. After a few classes, I forgot she had red eyes and got very close to her, laying on her, asking her about math. Originally, people said: "people have red eyes do not touch her things, otherwise it will be contagious" I also use the same fruit juice, ruler, ah, I also want to give a piece of paper she wiped her eyes and then give me a wipe to see how.
After school, I and PT down the stairs, he was very fussed, told me not to touch her, said I and the desk so close, told me to go home to disinfect, do not infect her. q students also told me not to touch her, in fact, they are joking with me. I was so scared when I heard them say that red-eye had to be quarantined, that I couldn't go to school, and that my eyes hurt ...... They said it was scary. When I got home from school I immediately took eye drops out and dropped them several times and drank herbal tea.
To say a sincere word: in fact, I am also quite afraid of the red eye to come to their own, I care about the friendship with her, because in that class, the only one who insisted on studying with her, suffering and ****. That's how I got over the fact that she had red eye that could infect me. Hopefully, the red eye will not come to me.
Weekly Memoirs Essay Part 6This Friday's classroom class was prepared by us for the two students who went to study in Canada. The classroom was decorated by us with colorful balloons, ribbons, and some ornaments made up of bits and pieces of hanging decorations, and those things were dressed up by most of the students in the class. Blow up the balloon, first of all, blow up the balloon to seal the mouth, not knot, directly stick to the wall, but most of the leakage, so I took down the leakage of the 'ball' ball, and blow up again, some people suggested that it is better to tie a knot. Yikes, knots are good too, it saves a lot of heartache.
Snapped a balloon burst, it was Lou Cheng Yi blew up, when he still want to blow, just take the ball, someone said you do not blow again, you blow a burst a strange waste, he had to return to his seat in a bummer. I had to go to my table, together to help and blow and knot.
ding zero zero class, suddenly popped a balloon was broken, the beginning of the squad class, we each returned to their own seats, class teacher Li teacher came in and said: Mr. Zhang also want to participate in the squad class. The students gave gifts to their Canadian classmates and sang or spoke from the heart. The students who presided over the class team let Qiu Yifei sing, but he had a small request is to give him ten cookies, perhaps feel that it is not cost-effective or do not go on the stage, then Lei Chao on, he got two cookies, if there are no cookies he may not sing.
The last session is our most interesting session, that is, the host sent us each two pieces of paper, must be very fun. We were asked to write a place on one piece of paper and what we were doing on the other. Then the class wrote a mixture of people are put together, the host called the students arbitrarily draw out two pieces of paper, interestingly enough, even drew out two pieces of paper connected to read is Mr. Li swimming in the restaurant. The host finished our class laughed, someone repeated that you see Mr. Li swimming in the dining room, everyone again a burst of laughter. The host said everyone quiet a moment, I want to ask another student to draw two more arbitrary paper, the result is drawn out Zhang teacher in the dumpster to see the crickets can make us laugh, I laughed so much that I almost fell off the chair. The next draw was Cheng Feiyu driving a car in a fish tank, Chen Kexin K in a bar, Shen Jiahao pooping in a bar, etc. This program really made us happy. This program really made us happy for quite some time.
See, this class team activity is really fun and the best gift to send off the students who are going to Canada.
I have a weekly notebook that is densely packed with things that are on my mind. I have this weekly notebook is issued by the teacher, every week to write, there are many of my heart to tell the teacher. For example, who fought with whom in the class, the teacher does not know, I will tell the teacher one by one. I found something new, I will tell the teacher and the teacher to share; sad things, I will also tell the teacher, for example, I was beaten by classmates cried, fell down will also share the sadness with the teacher. Sometimes I'm happy or go where to play very happy more will rush to tell the teacher.
Once I wrote an important thing, a classmate broke the glass of another class, the teacher of the class had to compensate for his money, the classmate borrowed 5 dollars from his classmates to the class. I thought the teacher would ask me, "Did that teacher scold him?" But the teacher didn't say anything, which really disappointed me. I left a comment in my weekly notebook.
Sometimes, very like to see people's weekly diary leader to see my weekly diary, I was very angry and shouted: "You look at my weekly diary again, be careful I told the teacher not to let you be the leader." He immediately dared not look at it, because these are my private matters, do not want to let classmates know, so I am the last to hand in every time, but sometimes forget to hand in because of this.
This weekly diary, I collect very well, never give others to see, in addition to the teacher, but I hope the teacher can seriously look at my weekly diary.
On Father's Day, my father got up and went to work as usual. He seemed to have forgotten about his own holiday long ago. I said to my dad in a pleading tone, "Today is your holiday, let's go out to play?" Dad, however, stroked my head, smiled and shook his head.
My dad is average in size, average in body, but do the work but energetic, he works at least fourteen hours a day. He eats home-cooked meals and wears plain clothes. Dad loved me and mom, he was frugal, he never spend a penny, but as long as I need to go to school, he will be generous money for me to buy. The life of the family is also organized by Dad, is my mother and I are very satisfied. Dad is the pride and backbone of our family, he is a competent and good father.
Today is Dad's holiday, I do not have a gift to give Dad, I feel very guilty. However, my father's greatest wish is that I grow up to be outstanding. I must study hard and hug my dad back with the best grades, which, I think, is the best gift for my dad.