Time slips away, in the blink of an eye, a week has passed, we have both increased insight, but also exercise itself, it is time to carefully write a weekly journal. How to write a good weekly journal? The following is my collection of writing weekly journal 600 words, welcome to learn and reference, I hope it will help you.
Writing a weekly journal 600 words Part 1"Ding bell" the doorbell rang, the door opened, it turned out to be the new little girl who moved in. "Let's go out and play together!" The little girl said kindly. "Yes, yes," I replied happily.
The wind whistled and blew against our cheeks. Out of nowhere a drink bottle flew over. Oh no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. The little girl was new and usually so clean, surely she wouldn't pick up that dirty drink bottle. I was about to walk over to her when she bent down, and I was almost certain that her next move would be to kick it away with her foot. For a moment the atmosphere stiffened, and, not caring about that, I hurriedly called out, "Don't kick." The little girl looked at me with a surprised look, then turned back and gently picked up the drink bottle with her hand. I couldn't help but be relieved as she explained, "I think you misunderstood, I was trying to pick it up and throw it in the trash. I know from your words that you are a public-spirited person." The shame I felt inside couldn't help but disappear when I heard this. I looked up and our eyes met, looking at each other, and we both smiled.
"When you picked up the drink bottle, I kind of got to know you, you're a good girl." I said with a smile.
Life is often so, deliberately often can not shorten the distance between each other, but inadvertently a detail, a move, but between people to build a beautiful bridge, shorten the distance between people.
I did not expect an inconspicuous drink bottle can be in my mind and the little girl's mind to build a beautiful bridge to light up the light between people, so that there is no distance between people.
In fact, to shorten the distance between others, the most important thing is to get along with others sincerely, I believe that with your sincerity, enough to make two strangers, the heart of each other close to the very close, very close ......
Write Weekly Writings 600 Words Part 220xx xx month xx week x sunny
A long time ago, there was a girl who had a drink bottle, and it was a beautiful bridge between her and the little girl. p> A long, long time ago, there was a monkey who climbed down a tree, despite the sneering eyes of his kind, and took his first brave step with two feet, no matter how dangerous the ground was, he insisted on walking on two feet. Thus, a miracle was born, and mankind emerged from it, and that monkey became the ancestor of mankind. The monkey that canceled him and remained in the tree is now in the zoo, and has become an ornamental animal.
This is the distance of one step.
In the eyes of ordinary people, one step is just a small distance. Yes, if only refers to the unit of measurement of length, I said to take a step requires great courage will make people snicker, but in the scientific truth, a step requires great courage and even to have the preparation of sacrifice. Wasn't Bruno burned alive by the Inquisition for his adherence to heliocentrism? Wasn't Galileo laughed at for suggesting that two balls of different masses would fall to the ground at the same time? Of course, they knew what their move meant, but they still took the first step bravely because they firmly believed that their theories would be proved one day, they firmly believed that people would accept their theories, and they firmly believed that science and truth were more important than life and freedom. History proves that they were right, and their names will live on in history forever. The persecution of the Church could not stop their progress. They were the first monkeys to walk on two feet, the pioneers of mankind.
The first step, many times, is to rely on great courage as strength, many times is to rely on strong faith as a pillar, and many times, is to rely on strong perseverance as a backbone. Armstrong, the first historical figure to land on the moon, had the dream of landing on the moon when he was young. In order to realize the dream of life, he has been working hard for decades, finally one day full of confidence and ideals, bravely embarked on the journey, when the spaceship landed, the hatch opened, he walked out of a small step in the moment, his struggle, beliefs are integrated into this step across history. But this small step is a milestone for mankind.
The big wave of sand, leaving is the real gold. Students, in the climb on the road of science bravely take the first step, I believe that your bravery will be rewarded with an unexpected harvest!
Writing Weekly Journal 600 Words Part 320xx xx month xx week x sunny
There is a kind of distance that can't be traced with a ruler, and can't be marked with a unit to him. It seems to be always so ethereal, indefinable, yet omnipresent. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night. The people who have left their mark on the inner depths of their hearts, those who have been forgotten in the corner of the mind of the memory of the zero fall.
Being separated by thousands of mountains and tens of thousands of water he, but always let you feel like around, there will always be something that allows you to cross the gap between space and time, through the words that carry the heart, the usual nagging, inadvertently a word of concern or greetings. The voice of the heart can always stir up the reverberation through the flood caused by the **** song. Words and language between you and me set up a bridge of the heart.
The furthest distance in the world is the heart, and the closest distance is the heart.
The corner of the sea, the end of the world. A care and thoughts from the depths of the heart can make these two hearts feel so close, just like Wang Wei's poem "A friend in the sea, the sky is far away". Perhaps two people will never meet. Or night and day relative, no heart to heart communication, even if he exhausted the lips is in vain, heart to heart distance is still so unattainable, walking with strangers. Doomed to just a long way to grow a person a hasty passer-by.
But the distance between people must not be less. It is because of the distance, the human relationship between the stranger, friend, relative, lover. How to grasp the distance between the mind and the heart but very important. Closed mind will make us suffocate in the struggle, so the mind and heart must leave a bridge of communication, the heart and mind leaning together will be warm, otherwise it will be in the loneliness of the silence of the death.
Remember Hugo has a sentence, the general meaning is wider than the land ocean, wider than the ocean is the sky, wider than the sky is people's hearts. The distance between the mind and the heart will not become distant because of the vastness, on the contrary, it will become closer because of the vastness. So we have to have the courage to break through the walls of the heart, open the wings of the heart, in the vast sea of people looking for the heart and the heart of the harbor.
From this place to the other place, is the distance of the journey. The heart is the distance between the heart and the mind.
Writing Weekly Journal 600 Words Part 4In a corner of Lychee Park, a boy was standing there fishing. Suddenly, he was not paying attention, the bottom of his foot slipped, stepped on a thick layer of moss, "thunk" fell into the water ......
Guess who the boy is? I'm not going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it. Let's hear it from me.
"Dad, today I take my aunt to Lychee Park to enjoy the southern scenery, OK?"
I asked my father. "NO, PROBLEM, but you have to finish this English paper first." Said my dad, juggling like a juggler and pulling out from behind him a paper with as many questions as there are stars in the sky. "OH, MY, GOD!" when I finished writing the English test paper, my dad let it go.
When I took my fishing rod and felt Lychee Park with my aunt, it was almost 3:30, and the fishing platform must be every seat! So we quickly ran into the Lychee Park gate, straight to the fishing platform. But when my aunt and I rushed to the fishing, "full" sign was already hanging above. "What bad luck!" I muttered. Suddenly, I saw a bright light, the face is not really a fishing "feng shui treasure land"! I rushed over and jumped from the bank to a rock on the river. In fact, I said fishing "feng shui treasure land" is in the river water on a big rock. After I stood up, I immediately put on the bait and threw it to the center of the river. This is really a piece of "wind and water"! Sure enough, not even five minutes, the buoy moved, I hurriedly gently pulled the rod, eat rod force is not small, must be a big carp. I waited until the hook hooked to its mouth, I hurriedly stood up, but I did not expect a slip of the foot, fell into the water. After choking on a few mouthfuls of water, my aunt hastened to give me her hand. I grabbed her hand and climbed up. When I climbed to the shore, I hurriedly put the fishing rod that fell in the water, and the fish ran away! The big carp was just gone! You know, it was the first time I caught such a big fish!
This is my winter vacation "adventure".
This is my winter vacation "adventure". 600 words of weekly writing Part 5
Three years have passed, I do not know if this three years, leaving China's small q can be well?
On that day, the students who were still na?ve would not have thought that the so-called "Black Friday" in the western countries would be so effective!
On a Friday in third grade, the teacher suddenly told us that because of his parents' work, Q was going to transfer to Italy!
The teacher suddenly told us that because of his parents' work, Q was going to be transferred to Italy!
The teacher broke through our whispers, "Let's have a farewell party for Little q." Suddenly, the classroom was quiet. Everyone clearly saw that the teacher's eyes dripped tears, one drop, two drops ......
The students froze, a slight sob came out of the classroom, and a few of them cried. I couldn't quite believe it was real. It all came too suddenly, didn't it? How could Little Q just leave like that? Why didn't he say something to us first? "Don't worry everyone, I will definitely come back to see everyone next year." Little q suddenly spoke. He also had an expression that made him want to cry, but was still smiling. Little q was gone. The next year, our whole class looked forward to Little q's return. The year passed in that anticipation, and Little q still didn't come back. This year, 2018, the teacher told us, "Little q might come back next year!"
The classroom exploded, some people are a face of anticipation, some people do not quite believe, "the year before last did not come back, last year did not come back, this year did not come back, next year is not likely to come back!" However, I firmly believe that Xiao q will definitely come back next year. Little q, even if this encounter is late, we will certainly always wait for you to come back, we look forward to the reunion of a long time.
The adults often say, "You were picked up in the trash." When I was a kid, I might have cried a lot when I heard it, but when I grew up, I would just laugh it off.
But have you ever thought about it? What if it's true? I don't think I am, and I hope you aren't either.
First, there's my appearance. My dad and mom have very large eyes and distinct double eyelids, and I'm no exception; when my classmate was hanging out with our family, she said, "Your family, the most similar thing about you is your eyes."
My mother's writing is very good, many of my essays, after her "point of view", in my grandmother's house, I also saw my mother's "excellent literary society" medal it! And I not only became a "literary society director" in school, and in the city and province have won a lot of composition awards. My mom has a complaint problem, for example, once we went to my sister-in-law's university to play, there is a full convenience store has a full 50 minus 10 yuan activity, but did not write the activity time, when we buy enough money, the salesman claimed that there is no activity, my mom will call the complaint phone, finally, the "Monk Mom" finally defeated the "Wukong shopkeeper"! In the end, the "Monk's mom" finally beat the "Wukong shopkeeper" and got 10 yuan off. I am the same, as long as there is someone fighting in the class, I will always be the first to report to the teacher.
My dad is very good at some ppt ah, programming ah what, I also like these, but "the blue is better than the blue", and now my dad saw the programming teacher left homework, he sometimes can not get clear "so and so", but I can I can do it easily. I'm not sure if I'm a good person, but I'm a good person, and I'm a good person, and I'm a good person, and I'm a good person, and I'm a good person, and I'm a good person, and I'm a good person.
My sister didn't have double eyelids before, but they have grown out. According to my sister's words, "Genes can be naughty, good ones are inherited and bad ones are inherited."
Writing Weekly Journal 600 Words Part 7On March 15, the sky was extraordinarily clear.
On this sunny day, the school organized our fourth-grade students to fly kites in Qingchun Square.
Along the way, we jumped and hopped, thinking about how high our kites could fly while enjoying the spring scenery along the road. The willow tree there has sprouted new buds, green and tender. A breeze blew and the willow branches floated up! Look! Cherry blossoms bloom here, the wind gently blowing, floating a burst of refreshing fragrance, how intoxicating ah! To the Qingchun Square, I looked around. I saw a large platform in front, the center of the platform is a fountain, we are going to fly kites on this platform. The platform has been someone in the release, I look at the heart of the itch, the students are also eager to try.
The students are eager to start flying kites, some run with a kite, some pull the line to chase the kite, a wind blew, kites fluttering in the wind, the sky above the square suddenly became a sea of kites, there is a piece of the small kites, there are sun kites, there are hot-air balloon kites, there is a phoenix kite and so on, it is very nice; the ground is more students are cheering and leaping, very excited. At this time, there were more people in the square, and it was very lively. After a while, the wind gradually decreased, my lovely kite and my classmate's kite got entangled together, and the two kites seemed to be friends, talking and laughing together, but we were in a hurry. It was hard to separate them. We ran together, accompanied by the laughter of our classmates, the kite rose again, it rides the wind slowly rising, flying freely in the air.
Looking at the kite in the air, I suddenly felt that I had turned into a kite and flew to Taiwan, driving side by side with the kites of the Taiwanese children and traveling together in the blue sky.
Writing Weekly Journal 600 Words Part 8I love flowers, but I never had the chance to raise them. However, usually my dad would always be busy to keep flowers. Dad especially loves flowers, no matter how busy he is, he will always find time to water this and move that pot.
Dad planted a kind of ordinary flowers called orchids. The reason why Dad chose this flower is because the orchid is not delicate, it will struggle on its own, easy to live, and do not often have to worry about it will die. Therefore, Dad had to raise a good kind of easy-to-live orchid.
Dad usually planted hanging orchids, very concerned about them. One by one, he felt some of the doorway: although the orchid is easy to grow and live, but the watering should be appropriate, not more, not less. More, the orchid will drown, less it will wither naturally. Moreover, in winter, the orchid must be placed inside the house to avoid freezing. Touch the doorway, flowers and plants naturally live, and three years five years old alive.
I remember, one time the orchid divided the roots, opened a small white flowers. Dad asked a few friends to enjoy the flowers, but also let them take a few home to plant. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good deal on this, but I'm sure you're going to be able to get a good deal on this," he said.
Of course, there are also sad times. In February and March last year, my mom's clothes hanger fell off and landed right on the orchid. The orchid was broken a root. Now, it broke Dad's baby. Mom was very upset. Dad was even more sad, he did not smile for a few days.
In fact, planting flowers is not difficult, as long as you are observant, patient and know the way. It seems: there are joys and sorrows, laughter and tears, flowers and fruits, fragrance and color. Both subject to labor, but also long knowledge this is the pleasure of your flowers.
The weekly writing 600 words Part 9
In the process of our growth, we have felt different tastes, happy tastes, sad tastes, the taste of learning ...... but I feel the deepest taste is the taste of labor. How do I feel this taste? Then please read on!
It was a Sunday, my homework has finished, and was about to turn on the TV when my mother came over: "You even have nothing to do, then do housework with me!" I muttered in my heart: doing housework? I must be very tired, I'd rather watch TV! Mom seemed to know what I was thinking, immediately put on a big smile: "But there are rewards! Big meal, computer, your choice!" Big meal! Computer! So good! I thought about not only drooled down. Immediately agreed.
"Then you clean the kitchen floor and your room!" "OK" I thought to myself, this is not going to be hard! It's fall now! But for my meal, my computer, spell!
Finally finished brushing the floor, but I have entered my `room, ah I was shocked! It's a mess! Usually do not clean do not feel, but now "alas -" I sighed. I thought of my mom, she has to do it every day, and tired some!
In the evening, I sat at the computer, eating KFC I can not help but think of the taste of labor. Is it salty? The taste of sweat. Is fragrant? KFC flavor. Or bitter? The taste of mom's heart as she does her chores every day. Please help me think about it!
Writing Weekly Words 600 words Part 10I think the house of my grandfather's family has a history of at least twenty years. Why? Because many places on the third floor where no one has been are gathering dust.
Across from that dining room, there was a wooden door, and looking in through the glass of the door, I could only see a few cabinets and many toys from my childhood. My curiosity came at once - there might be many interesting things inside.
This door, is it locked? I looked at this age-old door. I'm really afraid that it will fall down all at once and crush me on the floor.
I tried to open the door, twisted the handle, and it opened, unlocked. It squeaked and groaned in pain.
Inside, the dusty, old time smells.
It seemed like another world, with sunlight streaming through the windows and onto the floor. Dust looms in and out of the air.
I suddenly had a hallucination, feeling that the noisy tricycles on the road had become quiet; feeling that the street vendors had become silent; and even the birds fluttering their wings in the sky had become quiet. Everything is immersed in this wonderful silence.
The solid wood cabinets were opened, and an air of age gushed out, and ancient books played the music of time like musical notes. Pick up a textbook, maybe it's dad's, maybe it's grandpa's, whoever it is, it's overflowing with an ancient and magnificent flavor.
On the side of the desk, I saw the breath of my childhood, that collection in the box of the abacus, is young and naive me as a skateboard to play. Sort of a memento, I will wipe it clean, ready to collect in their own home, look at the abacus on the uneven, I found the marks of childhood.
The setting sun was blocked by the building, the light in the room was dark, and the noisy voices returned to my ears. Closing the door behind me, I quietly walked out of the room.
Writing Weekly Journal 600 Words Part 11My winter vacation life is almost over, looking back this winter vacation is still quite interesting.
Winter vacation life just started I unfortunately received a notice, why is it unfortunate, ah only blame me usually do not love to learn English, the notice came down I was dumbfounded, the English scores are flat, seriously affecting my overall performance! Dad look after more angry, I split head and face a stink of damage, usually protect my mom this time also do not care about me, tears in the eye box in the spinning, just do not flow out, perhaps because I am very clear that this achievement is caused by my own, my heart can only use a word to describe "acid".
The best thing about winter vacation is that you don't have to get up early to memorize your vocabulary, and you don't have to work hard on your homework. Now every day, I sleep until I wake up naturally, so I can make up for the lack of sleep when I was studying. In the afternoon I often ask Wang Ying to go to Qingkelong to read books, winter vacation is not yet over I finished "Dream of the Red Chamber". It's a great feeling to take advantage of people.
This winter I have been "back in business" picked up two years have not touched the ice skates back to the ice rink, think back to the time when I skated in the speed of the children of the same age and I was one of the best. Today I stood proudly in the ice rink, perhaps "old" it, just stood up on the fall, this action is sitting down to rest a "little fat" to laugh, I thought: when I find the feeling of certain and you compared to let you know what is a "tall man". I thought to myself: "When I find the feeling, I will definitely compete with you, so that you know what is a "tall person". Skate a few laps, the little fat man even issued a letter of war to me, I certainly take the battle, the little fat man let me first slip a curve, I heart wild laughter, laugh at him lightly. Looks like I'm going to win, I thought to myself. The result of the game let me dumbfounded, lost badly. Look at the little fat that triumphant eyes, I was really embarrassed, "bitter" unbearable.
Experience is wealth, this winter vacation I still have a very fulfilling.
Later, the teacher said to us, "His mother has passed away, and his father works very hard, with a monthly salary of only a thousand or so, and he has to take care of him and his sister." At that time, I didn't feel much pity for him.
It wasn't until we were in the first book of the fourth grade that an unfortunate piece of news reached the ears of our class - his father had also passed away! At first I didn't think it mattered, because the parents of one of my classmates sponsored him with a small amount of money every month.
Once, at a 10th birthday party organized by the class, we were going to play a game called "Heart to Heart". The rules were that a student would draw a picture on the blackboard, and the student's parent would have to guess the idiom based on the child's drawing. When it was his turn, his parents didn't show up, and I realized that his sister was hiding behind the podium, crying quietly. By then, I realized how difficult it was for him! His sister in order to take care of him, even gave up their own schooling, every day, from morning to night to work, just to be able to let his brother to study well.
This makes me think: How many other lonely children in the world can't read? In the eyes of ordinary people, simple life, reading, they are hard to come by.
I hope he can study well and live up to his sister's expectations of him.
Because of him, I understand how lucky I am, and those who are less fortunate than me, they understand how difficult life is, and work harder, so there is even less reason for us to complain.
Writing Weekly 600 words Part 13In second grade, my parents took my sister and me to the market. There were a lot of little things in there. It was so pretty! I was attracted to one stall, where I looked for a long time, but without realizing it, my parents and sister were getting farther and farther away from me. I looked around for my mother, but there was no sign of my mother anywhere. I was in a hurry and kept turning around where I was. At that moment, a voice came from behind me, "Son, what's wrong with you? Where are your parents?" I turned around and saw that it was an aunt who was pulling a sister three or four years older than me, and I replied, "I got separated from my mom!" Don't worry." Auntie gently asked me, "What's your mom's phone number? My aunt will help you!
The fear inside me dissipated, picked up the phone, dialed my mom's number, and after a while, my dad rushed to find me, and my aunt said thank you, and my aunt smiled and said, "It's okay!" She disappeared into the crowd with her sister. Dad took me to my mom and sister's party
, in third grade, my mom went downstairs to buy groceries and asked me to take care of my sister, so I had to do it. My sister and I were sitting on the couch bored. My sister asked me, "My sister, where are mom and dad?" "They're gone," I said helplessly, and my sister seemed a little nervous, "Sister, I'm scared, why don't you play with me!" There's nothing to be nervous about. Come on, what are you playing?" Playing house, so my sister and I played house, ugh. It's been a long time. Why isn't mom back yet? Just like that, my sister dragged me to cook and sleep. After a long time, mom came back with a smile on her face, "Shumi has grown up and can help mom take care of her sister", I smiled bitterly, but it seems that I can really help mom take care of my sister.
Writing Weekly 600 words Part 14Two years ago I played with a foreigner who came back from Italy, because of a bit of an emergency, did not even say a word of goodbye and left, and this year on New Year's Eve, we met again to together.
At noon on the first day of the New Year, I was reading a book and asked my mom, "Will that friend of mine meet today?" Suddenly I heard a big knock on the door, and also heard the person outside the door breathing rapidly, I opened the door to see, almost did not and he embraced, I waited for a long time "Italian gun" is back, this time to meet, really speak of the devil. But it wasn't easy to meet him, he had traveled all the way from Italy to China to escape the "epidemic", and he had a fever that day, which scared everyone silly. We played a game together for a while, not long, we have to get together with the big and small to pay tribute to the New Year, to pay tribute to the New Year, we collect red envelopes, chatting, it seems that there is no cell phone, the friend also took a red envelope, we get together and go to the fireworks, fireworks, the friend did not control the fire, his ring finger burned, fortunately only a little bit! ......
Back home, we picked up our cell phones and played games together, but unfortunately only for a little while, because it was too late for him to go home. As he was about to leave my mom told me the good news, "andy can sleep at our house." I was ecstatic at that moment. The next morning we had to pay our respects to the New Year, so we had to let him go home first. After we paid our respects, my mom and "Italian Cannon's" mom met up for a mahjong game and took us both with them, and this time, because there were no special circumstances, we didn't go back until the sixth day of the lunar month, but this time, he was going to go to Hangzhou for his studies, so I don't know when we will meet up next time.
I hope the next time to get together quickly.