Time flies really fast ah, in the blink of an eye, a week has passed, I believe we are doubly full, harvest a lot of it, why don't we take advantage of this to write a good weekly journal. But found that I do not know what to write, the following is my family weekly diary that I help you organize for your reference, I hope to help the friends in need.
My Family Weekly Journal 1My family life is rich! Rich in what? She is rich in the morning table, see, bitter melon with eggs, black rice porridge, hot white bun head, white sugar and chili ...... is not worse than foreign western food. She is also rich in my study table, which has colored paper, books, classmates' records, colored pencils, jewelry, fabrics ......
My family life is happy! Early in the morning, around six o'clock, my mom would wake me up and go for a walk with me to Chi Cheng. At night, when I was already asleep, Dad would get up and close the window and put my blanket over me.
My family life is still wonderful. This Saturday afternoon, Dad took my brother and me and Uncle Qinghe and his children to Pu Shangyuan, where my brother and I picked up snails under the lotus leaves and conchs on the beach, built earth castles, and caught little fishes....... How wonderful it was!
My family life also has responsibilities, as a student, my responsibility is mainly to study. In junior high school, despite a lot of homework, but I still one by one to complete the homework, and organized. Only in this way can I be praised by the teacher.
Fashion, painting, ancient costumes ...... are also part of my family life. When I'm not doing anything, I find a big piece of cloth and follow other dresses and transform them into my own, or, find a piece of white paper and trace down the pictures from an art book.
When I was happy, I would sneak over to my grandma's house to get a snack from my grandpa, or order some crunchy beans from my uncle .......
Family is synonymous with coziness, isn't it? Family is a society that embraces beauty, worry, warmth and hope. This little community is tenfold!
My Family Weekly Journal 2I have a happy, cozy family. There are: hard-working mom, capable dad, smart sister, and lovely me.
My dad is a laborer who works early and late every day. Sometimes until 12:00 at night to come back, dad every day so hard work, all for me and sister can study well. Dad I will study hard! My mom is a qualified housewife. Every day, my sister and I have to escape from my mom's nagging. I've memorized the words she nags me with when she comes back from work every day: Have you finished your homework? Finished writing let your sister check check, eat quickly, a moment to eat and then read a book, go to bed early, tomorrow well have to get up early, don't be late for school ...... Alas, if mom does not nagging at night are not sleep, are fast to me and my sister's ears nagging out of the cocoon.
My sister is a smart girl, this is not last year to take the high school, she was admitted. However, my sister is very fat you see only 18 years old on more than 120 pounds, alas, who can not help, but my sister designed a weight loss table for themselves, such as: get up in the morning to turn an hour of hula hoops, not to eat meat at noon and so on. But this is not yet a few days, my sister can not hold out, that night my sister will eat the refrigerator empty, this is not weight gained a lot, alas, who will save her ah! I am the happy fruit of the family, if I'm not there, the family will be cold and quiet, only I am at home will be full of laughter and happiness, so my father did not allow me to go out, alas, all day at home is not a way ah! I will quietly run out to play, sometimes while my father naps, sometimes while my father is not at home, anyway, he does not know, haha!
This is my family, a family full of happy flavor. Welcome not you come to my home as a guest oh!
My family weekly journal 3
My family is an ordinary family of three, there are dad, mom and me. Our life seems to be ordinary, but very happy.
Dad is tall and strong, of course, he is the most handsome in my heart. Dad often work in the field, although I can not have his company every day, but all the time to enjoy his full of love for me. Dad will bring me some small gifts every time he comes back from the field, but also often pick me up, happy to say: "Let me see my baby girl has grown taller or not? Has she gained weight?" Then they asked me how I was doing in school. How am I getting along with my classmates? I'm not sure if you want to see your father, but I'm not sure if you want to see him. ...... Dad also likes to watch ball games and martial arts, as long as he is at home, the evening TV will be able to let Dad choose the station to play these programs. Although I do not like to watch, but I will also snuggle in the side of the dad "resistance to the end".
Mom is a medium-sized woman with a round face, big eyes and long, beautiful hair. Mom is very hard, she has to transport me to school every day, counseling me to study, laundry, cooking, cleaning ...... trivial things are mom's work. Nonetheless, she doesn't relax at all on my study requirements: if I write a wrong word or a bad word, my mom will let me rewrite it, and sometimes she will double punish me. However, I knew that was also for my own good, and she often told me, "Do things right or simply don't do them at all." Under my mother's guidance, I grow up healthy and happy day by day ......
What about me? Have a chubby face, a pair of not too big and not too small eyes, or quite cute. I like to play the computer, once, I played from seven o'clock in the evening until two o'clock in the morning, the result is that my mother made a big fuss, but also said that if you can use the spirit of playing the computer in the study would be good ...... In the face of my mother's severe criticism, from which I also realize how serious their own mistakes, from that point on, I really put the game of the time are used in the I've been studying a lot since then. I know that "industry is better than hard work, but less than play." I want to be like a busy working father and hard and strict mother, do a good boy every day up.
This is my family, simple and happy home. I love my dad and mom, and I love our home even more.
My family weekly journal 4
What is home in the end? Ji Xianlin sent out a sentiment after he was seriously ill and discharged from the hospital. In my opinion, home is the place where joy is generated. Family life is a happy, humorous song.
"Dad, I'm home!" I just entered the house, taking off my shoes on one side and shouting on the other. "How is it? Did you get scolded by the teacher? Did you pass the math test yesterday?" "What ah, how can I fail? I scored 94!" "Yo, there's bragging about it!" "Well, which has so much time to mix and play, quick, quick, undress, eat, blow the horn, write homework, review!" "Hey ......"
Every day, can get along with the parents of the time up to only two, three hours, and during this period, parents are changing tricks to make me feel the warmth of home.
"Dinner's ready!" I shook the water from my hands and shouted, "What's for dinner?" "Today we eat pearl grain!" I opened the pot and saw that it was a pot of white rice. Then I looked at the food, which turned out to be my favorite persimmon scrambled eggs. I ate two bowls of rice in one breath, my mother pretended to be heartbroken and said, "Alas, can not afford to feed ah ......" I made a face, drilled into the bedroom, looking for my black pipe, blowing the horn ......
"The Four Little Swans" is my favorite tune, and I always play her as the last tune on the black pipe. By this time, my parents had finished eating and washed the dishes. When they heard this tune, they went inside and danced the Four Little Swans. To continue to accompany the music, you can only turn around, otherwise, I will be laughing and gasping for breath, my father is about the same height as me, but a 160 pounds of fat, dancing the four little swans, inevitably some funny meaning. I then accompanied by the joy, tucked into a happy mood, began the evening study.
Although after my tireless persuasion, parents still did not issue a "stay up late pass" for me just to ten o'clock, mom came out, urging me to wash my face, I always find excuses to delay another twenty minutes. In the end, the dad like carrying chickens like picking up from the seat, put in the bathroom. I had no choice but to end the day's study.
My family life is like a song, an endless, happy song, I bathed in this song, happy growth.
My Family Weekly Journal 5My family consists of only my father, my mother and I. My grandfather and grandmother are still working in Xinjiang, and my grandmother and grandfather are in the countryside to take care of my cute little cousins. So they can't come to take care of me. From the time I understood, I knew that my mom and dad were busy all day long. Because they have to go to work and take care of me, but they care about me all the time, which makes me feel very happy.
My dad is very busy at work, often leaving early and returning late, and sometimes he has to go on business trips! He is gone for days at a time, but he calls home every day. On weekends, my father will try to stay at home with me and my mother to play a good time, he taught me and my mother to play tai chi, listen to me tell stories, but also personally in the kitchen to do a table of rich meals, waiting for me and my mother to taste, although I think it is not as good as my mother to do delicious, but every time we ate a lot of food.
My mom is a very hard worker, she works hard and is now an engineer in their organization, but she does almost all the housework in our house. She always seems to be busy when she gets home from work, doing laundry, cooking, and looking up information on the Internet; when my dad doesn't come home because of work, she still has to tutor me in my homework, and then she watches TV while waiting for him.
My mom is kind-hearted, and my dad is an understanding person. They care about each other and seldom fight, so I feel very happy to be a daughter. I'm very happy to be a daughter!
My dad and I were sitting on the sofa discussing our studies, and my mom was bringing us boiling water. Dad accidentally threw a book to the place nearer to us, mom is smiling to the boiling water to us, who knows that mom stepped on the book dad threw, a slip of the foot, fell down. The boiling water spilled onto Dad's body. I heard dad's "ouch!" I hurriedly pulled up dad's pants leg, and then rushed to find medicine to rub on dad. But Dad did not care so much, but helped Mom up and said: "Did you fall pain? I'm sorry, I shouldn't have thrown anything." Mom said, "No, I didn't look at the road before I fell, so you--no more, do you hurt?" "No," Dad said with a smile. I saw this scene and smiled sweetly.
I love not only my family, but also my mom and dad.
My Family Journal 6
Last Sunday near noon, my father came back from the grocery shopping and asked my mom to wash the vegetables. But mom didn't agree as readily as usual, but stuck her hand in her waist and said loudly to me and dad, "I'll do today's lunch, so you two go and wash the dishes." Dad and I looked at each other and said in unison, "You can cook too?" As far as I could remember, mom had never cooked before. Mom seemed to be in a particularly good mood as she waved her head and said, "I'll show you what I can do today." Dad and I had no choice but to go and wash the dishes.
When we finished washing the dishes, mom confidently put on her apron and pushed dad and I out of the kitchen one by one, then closed the kitchen door. I was still a little uneasy, so I opened the kitchen door a crack, only to see my mom hand holding the oil pot along the edge of the pot around a circle to pour the oil in, the oil smoked, before my mom poured the chopped tomatoes in. "Sizzle--" the pot made a loud noise. Then mom clumsily poured the whisked eggs into the pan, shoveled the mixture around with a spatula, and finally put the lid on the pan. She wasn't idle at this point, and to my surprise, she was humming a song while actually walking around the kitchen to the steps of the square dance she had learned just a few days before. A tune is not yet finished, she suddenly stopped, as if she thought of something, and hastily opened the lid of the pot, muttering to herself, "Oops, I can't believe I forgot to put salt!" I breathlessly shrink back to the head ......
Mom fried the dishes, put the dishes on the table. I saw the steaming dish and had a bad feeling. As I expected, my father pointed to the plate of "tomato scrambled eggs" and said: "This dish how so salty ah, and seems to be a little paste flavor?" Mom's expression seemed to be petrified. I pointed to the plate of steamed fish and said, "This dish tastes a little better." Mom turned around and grinned in triumph when she heard me praising her. Dad glared at her, "There are only two dishes and one soup on the table, and that bowl of soup doesn't seem to have any salt in it, and you still have the nerve to smile?" Mom's smile immediately froze, as if struck by lightning generally stayed standing for a long time ......
My Family Weekly Journal 7I love my home! I am thankful for every single thing in my home that silently gives to us!
I am thankful for the lamp on the table. Whenever the sun goes down, the house will be dark and dark, then the table lamp on the table will shine her big eyes and illuminate the whole room to bring us light. We can read, write and play games under her light.
I am grateful for pens, paper and erasers. Without them, how could I draw beautiful pictures?
I am grateful for fun toys. I play and learn slowly grow up, and gradually learned how to use blocks to build a beautiful castle, how to use playdough to pinch out the cute little bee. It is a variety of toys that make me smarter, so that I can grow up happily.
I also want to thank the diaper. Without her, Baby would have drawn a big map on the bed.
I'd also like to thank Mr. Toilet in the bathroom. When we need to take a dump, Mr. Toilet swallows them up without a fuss. Think about it, if I didn't have her in my house and we had to hold our poop, we would definitely get sick.
I walked out of the building, came to the neighborhood, saw the car parked there, and remembered the time when my father drove her to take our family back home from Beijing to Jiangsu Province, she ran so hard all the way, but in order for us to get back to our hometown faster, she still ran in the direction of our home without a break. I am really grateful to her.
In the corner of the neighborhood stands a big trash can. Regardless of the wind, or rainstorms, she has always stood there tenaciously, not moving, do not mind the dirty, do not mind the smell, not afraid of flies and mosquitoes fly over, no regrets for us to accept a lot of garbage waste. I am certainly grateful to her!
I love my home! I live here and feel very happy!
My Family Weekly Journal 8The world says that home is a haven and a bay of love, and I agree with this statement, because I also have such a home, and she is full of warmth and happiness.
There are four members in my family, my father, my mother, my brother and I. We live together as a family and are very happy every day.
Dad stout, sturdy arm strength, carrying the hope of the whole family, holding up a piece of blue sky above our heads. Mom Danfeng eyes, shawl hair, a pair of bright eyes can always pass to me full of confidence and hope. My brother's body is a little thin like mine, but he's a little kid, quirky all day long. I am a happy fruit of the family, as long as I am there, the family is full of joyful laughter every day.
Mom and Dad's love is harsh, in the study, they always hit the nail on the head, with their fiery eyes, my faults one by one, will not let go of the slightest trace of the spider. Once after the exam, mom and dad took my test paper that scores not low, carefully check for a while, found a small mistake, pointing to me and said: "Jiahao, you have a wrong word in this question, should be deducted another point." I took a look, and it was just as mom had said. Alas, my one-word mistake was also picked out by that sharp "needle". Thanks to their tough love, so that I have developed a rigorous attitude in learning, the results have been among the top.
Mom and Dad's love is also warm, in the life of their care for me is also meticulous. Whether it is the reasonable collocation of three meals, or clothes to wear ...... all help us both arrange properly. Once, the day is a little hot, I want to wear less clothes, but mom said a while the day will become cold, I had no choice but to "full armor" to go out to play. As a result, the sky changed its face in a short while, and it was so cold that I was glad I listened to my mom, or else I would have been freezing my teeth off. The warm clothes made my heart warm.
Look, this is my family, she is full of warmth, full of happiness. I love my family!
My Family Weekly Journal 9When you look at the title, you will think that this person is me. But you are wrong, the "king of snacks at home" is not me, but my father.
Don't think that only we kids love to eat snacks, my dad loves to eat snacks even more than kids! My dad not only loves to eat snacks, but also eats fast and often. He's a great guy, and he's a great guy.
One summer, my mom and I went out shopping, leaving my dad to watch the house. We went out for about 30 minutes and came home. I opened the door to see, stunned: Dad is leisurely lying in bed, while watching TV, while eating snacks. He was holding three milk bars in his left hand, a popsicle in his right hand, and a lollipop in his mouth. And then look at the ground, a mess: there are bags of snacks everywhere ......
There is a beautiful box of candy in my house, which was given to me by my uncle on my 9th birthday. When my uncle told me, "That candy is delicious," my father's eyes flashed green like those of a hungry wolf. He couldn't stop staring at the box of candy and kept gulping. (Haha, if he didn't swallow, his saliva would have flowed out, and he would have been "drooling three thousand feet straight down his throat".) As soon as the guests left, Dad came over to please me: "Dingding, you are the best. You see dad every day wind, rain, morning and evening ...... you just comfort me, give me half of that sugar."
I could not withstand his rhetoric and agreed. When dad heard, his eyes lit up, immediately excitedly opened the box, and he ate it up. I was afraid that the sugar would be dad all eaten up, so I hid my sugar. After I hid it, I saw another candy on the ground and quickly picked it up. When Dad saw it, he said, "Dingding, let's rock, paper, scissors, whoever wins, eats it." "Okay." Three games down, I won. I tore open the candy paper and was about to eat it when suddenly, I heard my dad calling, "What's behind you?" I turned around in a hurry, and there was nothing. At this time, the sugar in my hand has been snatched by my father and put in his mouth.
Hey, look at my gluttonous dad, isn't he as big as me when it comes to snacks?
On Saturday night, my family held a "karaoke" singing contest. We invited the neighborhood children to be the audience, and my grandfather was the host and judge.
Grandpa announced the start of the contest. The first on the stage is the father, he strutted on stage, clear collar feeling throat to everyone said: "Today I sing the song is 'say a word from the heart. After saying that, dad right hand holding the microphone, along with the rhythm of the music on the TV to sing up, loud song echoed in the room.
Then on the stage is mom, mom sang "the sea ah, my hometown". The song is melodious and pleasing to the ear. Mom's voice just fell, the room resounded with a hot ^ Fan Wenquan strong applause.
The third on the stage is me. I was embarrassed to go on stage, sang the "Dimple", because I was nervous, like carrying a small rabbit thumping, even holding the microphone in the right hand of the heart are sweaty. At this time, my mother cast an encouraging glance, I just calmed down. So I stabilized my mood with the music and sang "Dimple long eyelashes, charming hopeless, I slowed down the pace, feel like a drunk finally found, the heart of the good, a lifetime of warm good, I will always love you to the old ......" With the beat, I danced and danced. beat, I danced, the more I sang, the more I got into it, and the song ended in a burst of applause.
After the game, to announce the name of the game, my heart beats non-stop, afraid of losing the name. At this time, grandpa came on stage, with his loud voice announced: I got the first place, mom second, dad third. I was so happy that I jumped up, everyone congratulated me, my cousin even took a bouquet of flowers to me, I quickly bowed to show my gratitude.
Yikes! What a fun race today!
My Family Weekly Journal 11There is an old birthday girl in my family, she is my mother's grandmother, is 97 years old, has been living in Ningxi retirement center, entrusted to the care of others. Our whole family is planning to go to see her. Along the way, I wondered: what kind of old person is she?
When we arrived at the retirement center, we saw many old people sitting in the yard sunbathing, each one gazing at us with unblinking eyes. Mom took me to a wheelchair, and affectionately shouted, "Grandma! We've come back to see you!" I carefully surveyed my great-grandmother, only to see her head full of white hair, her face covered with wrinkles, staring at us with a smile, reaching out her pale hand to pull me hard, her mouth let out an indistinct muffled voice: "Who are you?" I smiled and said sweetly, "My great grandmother, don't you recognize me? Are you in good health now?" "Good! Good! I eat well and live well! Good health too!" She waved her hand and said proudly, "You don't have to worry about me."
I heard that compared with previous years, although the ear is still very good, but life can not take care of themselves, to rely on the wheelchair to walk, talking is also a bit difficult, but also can not recognize who is looking at her. Every time someone comes, she always want to pull people chatting not to let go, always want to take out some food, teasing others to eat, more and more like a naive child.
While they were chatting, I looked at the other old people in the yard, some of them were chatting, some were sunbathing in silence, and some of them were smiling and surveying us. I thought to myself: are they missing their loved ones? I hurriedly brought fruits to share with them. After they politely pushed back, they ate it with satisfaction.
The sun was about to set, we reluctantly said goodbye, "Great grandmother, we will see you next time." I said. "Well well well, come back next time." Grandma Tai choked back a sob. Secretly wiping away the tears that were already filling her eyes with her sleeve. Our hearts sank, and we resolved to spend more time with her next time.
My Family Weekly Memoir 12There is an umbrella that refuses to be thrown away even when it is broken. Because, that umbrella stores the love my dad gave me; there is a pen, even if it is rusted, but also refused to accept. Because, that is the first gift from mom; there is a box, even if broken, mom and dad will make up. Because, that was the first time I made a gift for them with my hands. Many cozy scrolls make up my home that is both warm and lovely. I love my home because of her coziness. When I am very happy, I will tell her that I am happy, so that she can be happy with me; when I am sad, I will complain to her, and she? She will listen to my belly of bitterness, wait for me to pour out the bitterness, she will encourage me, so that I have confidence; when I am bored, she will joke with me, so that I laugh often open. Flavor bottles are not other people, it is the father and mother. It's hard enough for them to work during the day, but at night they have to care about me and take care of me. I should thank my mom and dad. For their sake, and more for my own, I should study hard and grow up.
I love my home because it is very lovely.
It is not without foundation that I say my home is lovely.
That day was the Dragon Boat Festival, and everyone on earth knows that it was the day Qu Yuan committed suicide by throwing himself into the river. Even I, who was only five years old, already knew this.
On that day, our family sat around the dinner table, ate delicious food, and talked about some family trivia. At that time, the young me to these trifles do not care. Full of mind, only know eat, play, learn three words. Plus, the table has a lot of good food, I have no intention of listening to my parents bitter, nagging.
I ate a lot of food, and my parents talked a lot about it.
Talking about it, the original smile on the face of the parents disappeared, instead of their face is a heavy and serious. Because of the age of the problem, so I do not know why mom and dad heavy. So, with my simple idea, I said to my parents, "Dad, Mom, Grandpa Qu Yuan is dead, will not come back to life, you are sorry for your loss, take care of yourself." Mom and Dad burst out laughing at my comment. I thought I had comforted them well, so I laughed along with them. Mom and Dad laughed even harder when they saw me laughing.
My warm and lovely home ah, I love you, love you, like a mouse loves rice.
My family weekly journal 13
There are three keys, they are firmly strung in a key ring, never separate. In fact, those three keys are like our family.
The biggest one is Dad, who is the "key" to our safe door. He was like a warrior, protecting us all the time and giving me and my brother and my mom a sense of security. I remember when I was a child, our family sat in the living room to watch TV, suddenly "bang" sound, my mother and I screamed in fear, but my father said with a smile, "nothing, just the wind put in the window glass bottle to knock over. We heard that, the stone hanging in the heart fell to the ground.
Dad is not only a safe door "key" or "key" to the treasure trove of knowledge, Dad will counsel me every day to do homework, if I don't understand which question, he will patiently teach me until I understand, Dad not only counsel me to do homework, but also teach me the truth of human nature.
This is the first time I've ever seen a man with the same name, and I've never seen a man with the same name.
The middle one is mom, she is our family life treasure chest "key". She put our life in order. She cleaned our home and wore clean and tidy uniforms to school, and she was so happy.
The smallest one is my brother and I, we are a happy "key" we grew up to be the hero of this family full of joy. I remember when I was a kid, I didn't know what to do, and I made a lot of jokes. Dad likes to drink, mom often blame dad: "drink too much wine hurt your body, you do not know ah!" When I heard that, I followed my mom's example and pointed at my dad's nose and said, "Drinking too much wine hurts your body, don't you know that!" Mom and Dad laughed. From then on, dad didn't drink as much as before.
Our family is because of this three "keys" by a key ring tightly set together, only full of warmth and happiness.