Middle school students keep a weekly diary of 500 words each.
"I can do it!" This sentence often hangs on my lips and almost becomes my mantra. No matter in my study or in my daily life, I always say to myself, "I can do it."
I still remember when I was in the fourth grade, once, the teacher assigned a composition topic-"A person I admire most" for us to finish at the weekend. When I got home, I thought about it and racked my brains, but I couldn't figure out how to write it, so I scribbled an article to cope with the teacher's homework. However, when I look at this composition again on Sunday, the more I read it, the more I feel that the sentence is not smooth, and I think, "If the composition is rejected by the teacher, I still want to rewrite it, isn't it a waste of time?" Suddenly an idea flashed through my mind, so I went to the computer and entered the composition topic. Just as I was about to copy, my mother came over and said to me earnestly, "son, this is someone else's thing." If there is such a question in the exam, it will be of no help. " Mom believes you can write your own article! "
Mom's words touched me, yes! I should believe in myself, I can do it! Then, according to my own thinking-by describing the language, movements and demeanor of the characters, I express a person I admire with specific examples. I wrote my composition neatly in my composition book, and suddenly the heavy burden seemed to be put down. Looking at my article, I smiled, and so did my mother. Of course, my composition has also been well received by the teacher.
Everything is difficult at the beginning, but as long as you believe in yourself and have confidence in yourself, there is no insurmountable difficulty. When in trouble, say to yourself, "I can do it!" " "I believe that you will be more and more successful in the future!
Middle school students' weekly diary 500 words two
Although I am fearless now, in fact, I was very timid when I was a child, and I would hide away even if I saw bugs. But what really scared me was in that gray childhood, because I had the experience of watching ghost films and believed in the existence of ghosts in this world.
Childhood psychology is the easiest thing to believe, and I am no exception. After watching ghost movies for the first time, I became suspicious, especially when I slept at night. Whenever I see a dark room, I am always afraid that a "ghost" will come out and eat me.
As usual, it was an ordinary night. Whenever I want to turn off the lights, I think of "ghosts", but I have to turn off the lights when I sleep. "Pa", the light is off. As the room darkened, my fear gradually increased. There was no light outside the window. I was so scared that I immediately closed my eyes and wrapped the quilt tightly around me. "No, I must be brave!" I don't know where this firm confidence comes from. I carefully moved the quilt down bit by bit, with my eyes half closed and half open. Seeing the dark room, I was so scared that I quickly closed my eyes. The heart of fear and the heart of overcoming fear have formed a strong collision in my heart. I don't know what to do. Finally I made up my mind to open my eyes. Slowly, slowly, the dark room appeared in front of my eyes again. I slowly looked around to see if there were any ghosts standing there. Looking at the darkness around me, scenes of horror clearly appeared in my mind, wandering back and forth over and over again. Fear grew stronger and stronger, and a few drops of cold sweat broke out on my forehead. I can't watch it anymore, "Ah!" Let out a cry and immediately put his head back on the bed.
After a while, out of curiosity, my head carefully poked out of bed again. So, in the face of fear, I slowly opened my eyes again. "ah!" There is a "ghost" dangling and bared its teeth as if to attack me. With the confidence to overcome my fear, I am ready for the "ghost" attack. But the "ghost" just swayed from side to side and didn't mean to attack me. Huh? What's going on here? I'm confused. composition
Fear was immediately occupied by curiosity. I opened my eyes wide to see clearly. Why is this "ghost" so similar to my curtains? The more I look at it, the more confused I am. Suddenly I looked back at my curtains, which were shaking in the wind. How can this curtain be so similar to that "ghost" I woke up suddenly and looked back at the "ghost". I have seen it many times, and my heart is relieved. It turns out that "ghost" is just the shadow of the curtain. So those "ghosts" I saw before are just shadows of something. The inner fear of "ghosts" has gradually disappeared. So I lay down and had a good sleep.
As Mr. Lu Xun said, "There is no road in the world. If there are more people walking, it will become a road." For me, "there is no ghost in the world, but there are ghosts when people talk more." All the fears in the world come from your own heart. As long as you overcome yourself, all your fears will vanish.
Middle school students' weekly diary 500 words three
Baiyun floats in the blue sky, drawing pictures of people, which is Baiyun's gratitude to the blue sky that raised it. Fallen leaves hover in the air, composing a movement of gratitude, which is the gratitude of the tree to the earth that nourishes it; Because of gratitude, there will be this colorful society, and because of gratitude, there will be sincere friendship. It is gratitude that makes us understand the true meaning of life.
Gratitude is respect. As a famous scientist, Madame Curie won the Nobel Prize twice, but she met her primary school teacher at the meeting and thanked her with a bunch of flowers. The great man Mao Zedong also expressed his deep gratitude to his teacher during the festival. Great men since ancient times have a grateful heart. Gratitude does not need to be earth-shattering, just a greeting, a call and a touch of emotion from you.
Gratitude is from the heart. As the saying goes, "the grace of dripping water is rewarded by the spring." What's more, parents, relatives and friends pay you not only a drop of water, but a piece of Wang Yang sea. Whether you give your parents a cup of warm tea after they are tired, or give them a card on their birthday, or give them some greetings and comfort when they are lost, they often pour their efforts and energy into us. How can we remember their birthdays, understand their fatigue, and whether we are aware of the wisps of silver and wrinkles? Gratitude requires you to feel and return with your heart.
Gratitude is meaningful. Love makes the world go round. Parents' efforts are far higher than mountains and deeper than the sea, but as us, we only know how to ask for food and clothes. It seems that there is another isolated area, which makes us selfish, forgetting the parents' efforts and the sound of happiness. Learning to appreciate others is a kind of conscience and filial piety, because only in this way can there be harmony, happiness and mutual respect.
Middle school students' weekly diary 500 words four
Loneliness is sometimes a person's carnival; Carnival is the loneliness of a group of people.
Night is destined to be a lonely companion. In the silent night, I can clearly hear my breathing. At that moment, the air solidified, time solidified, and the earth seemed to stop turning. I stood on tiptoe, trying to keep quiet. How much sadness, irritability, sadness and injustice are in my heart, just like a meteor, suddenly crossing the silent night sky.
The setting sun, "Twilight is full of love and water", when the golden dress covers the earth and loneliness pervades, a person is entangled, just sighing "to see the sun, for all his glory, buried by the coming night" at dusk, and his thoughts drift to another spiritual world to explore the mystery of another universe. Those, just need to grope for themselves. ...
Let the hair blow gently with the wind, blow away the sadness in my heart, and the melody lingers in my ears. Facing the noisy market, emptiness caused me to wander around, being pushed, wandering alone in the street, and everything around me was virtualized. However, the mind is calm.
I just want to pick up a cup of milk tea lazily, or pick up a book and sit in a corner of Liuxue 86 basking in the sun. Time slips through my fingers, gently, softly and without trace. Lonely precipitation, let me drink tea quietly and smile, let me hide my thoughts silently. "I can't see the rain and wet clothes, and I can't hear the idle flowers." Perhaps, those loneliness, as romain rolland said, "in the torrent of constant actions and feelings, we should keep a single room for ourselves, leave the crowd and live alone, so as to recognize our own strength and weakness, think deeply, and then touch the earth like Antai", just to better understand ourselves and build a barrier for ourselves at every moment.
The weekly diary of middle school students is 500 words and five words.
I didn't know what true friendship is until today. I really care about him and worry about him.
That classmate is missing! ? The news spread early this morning. It's confusing. It should be impossible! That's what I thought. How can a good girl like her disappear? ? The joke is too big! But that's the truth. As a representative of physics, she didn't come this morning. I'm beginning to believe it. In math class, the head teacher came and called away some of his close classmates, comforting her mother and asking about the situation. I am standing in the corridor on the third floor, chatting with some female classmates. Her mother and his grandmother were crying on the 1 floor below us. After several students came up, they all hugged and cried. I am deeply touched, but this is a true friendship, and no one can say that he is not.
The reason is this. Last night's parents' meeting made us all nervous. She was afraid because of family reasons, and her psychological endurance was not good, so she left home with a pack of photos and some clothes.
I didn't pay much attention in class and thought it was strange for her to take things from her boss's bag. It turned out that this thing was in it. Oh, that's terrible!
Time flies, and many beautiful and unpleasant memories flash through my mind, but I will never forget that precious memory. ...
On Children's Day, I broke my leg and couldn't move. My mother scolded me and said, "Why are you so careless?" I have no time to send you to school tomorrow. " I endure the pain and want to go to school tomorrow. ...
I got off the bus and limped along. Chen Yiran!' A familiar voice called my name, and I looked back. It was Liu. She jumped up and asked, "What happened to your leg?" Apparently, she found me limping. I was embarrassed, blushed and whispered, "Yesterday, I fell down yesterday." She immediately asked me with concern, "Are you in pain? Did you take your medicine? Tired? Let me help you with your schoolbag! " She hung the heavy schoolbag on my back on my shoulder, and then complained, "Why didn't your parents send you?" Really irresponsible ... "It seems that she fell instead of me. She held me with both hands and I limped along. When I got to the classroom, she was already sweating like a pig. I am embarrassed to smile at her. " What a bother! "She shook her hand." It's okay. This little thing is nothing. You're hurt. Don't wander around. "
On the physical education class, the students danced happily. I'm sitting on the playground alone, a little lost. I just heard the PE teacher say, "dismissed!" Liu Xian ran to me and asked me if I was better. I smiled and nodded and said, "well, you all go and play." I will stay here for a while. It's okay. " Several other students who came to see me all ran away, except Liu who was still sitting beside me and refused to leave. She patted me on the shoulder and said, "Let's play some hand games!" "We had a good time in the hot sun.
After class, she helped me upstairs again. I held the railing in one hand and her shoulder in the other. She told me jokes to distract my attention and make me forget the pain.
After school, she still helped me and sent me to the car.
After weeks of careful nursing, I recovered, but I can't forget this wonderful memory.
Middle school students' weekly diary 500 words six
The next day, the teacher said that he would give us an interesting physics experiment composition class, and the students couldn't wait to see it. But what is the interesting experiment? The teacher kept it a secret.
As soon as the bell rang, the teacher took out the equipment like magic: a big plastic bottle, three flexible straws, ink, glass cups ... The teacher first picked a colorful piece of rubber mud and blocked the bottle mouth to make it in a sealed state.
We all stared at the teacher's every move with rapt attention for fear of missing anything.
The teacher put other straws into plasticine and forced them in. He picked up several other straws and connected them with plasticine to form a long tube. Then I picked up a bottle of black ink and poured it into the glass. Ink like a naughty child, scrambling to jump into the glass to take a bath. Then, the teacher put the big plastic bottle into the prepared composition glass plate, and then folded the long tube that can bend freely and immersed it in the black water in the glass. Everyone stared intently, waiting for a miracle. The old teacher then poured a cup of hot water and splashed it on the wall of the plastic bottle. Suddenly, a miracle happened. A bunch of bubbles were discharged from the straw, which suddenly rushed out of the water and burst on the surface of the glass. These bubbles are like a bright black pearl, and we are dancing with joy. After the hot water was poured out, the teacher brought a glass of cold water and poured it into a big plastic bottle. The plastic bottle seems to be a person who just walked out of the desert, greedily sucking the water in the cup, and the long tube soon sucked a lot.
At this time, a big question mark popped up in our minds. At this time, the teacher uncovered the mystery. It turns out that this experiment is completed by using the principle that air expands with heat and contracts with cold. When hot water is poured on the plastic bottle wall, the air expands when heated, squeezing out small bubbles. When cold water is poured on the plastic bottle wall, the air contracts when it is cold, so the ink is sucked up.
Ah! Scientific experiments are so interesting that I want to be a scientist when I grow up and uncover more secrets.
Middle school students' weekly diary 500 words seven
This afternoon, the sky was beautiful, and a thunderstorm drove away the coolness and scorching sun in summer. My family and my father's instructor's family started a happy and pleasant trip to Qiandao Lake.
When I arrived at Qiandao Lake Pier, I couldn't help being surprised. Qiandao Lake is so beautiful! At first glance, the green lake looks like a flawless jade, as clear as a big mirror. The trees on the island are lush, like countless green guards guarding Qiandao Lake. The air here is clear and sweet, and the sky is blue and far-reaching. What a nice place!
We got on the speedboat and began to play. I opened the window of the speedboat, and a cool lake wind blew against my face. That's cool! I opened my eyes and looked out of the window. Wow! The waves stirred by speedboats are beautiful, sometimes like piles of white snow, and sometimes like white clouds. The speedboat was sailing fast on the lake, bumping like sitting on a pirate ship. It's really interesting and exciting!
Unconsciously, we have come to Monkey Island. There are so many monkeys on Monkey Island! The ground is everywhere, among gardenia flowers, on tall pine trees and on roofs. We took out peanuts and were about to feed them. They smelled them, swarmed around us and "squeaked" for peanuts. I took out a peanut and threw it into the air. I saw a monkey deftly jump into the air, grab peanuts, peel them and eat them. How fast! The cutest thing is that the little monkey is lying on his mother's stomach and nursing. Its hairy head clung to its mother and looked at us shyly with a red face.
Looks like Monkey Island, we're in Snake Island again. The boa constrictors, poisonous snakes and non-poisonous snakes here are all displayed in front of my eyes. Some of them are twisting their bodies and staring at the tourists, some seem to be dancing, and some are squinting and taking a nap. Each has its own posture, which is really interesting!
Snake Island is beautiful, and Bird Island is even more beautiful! There are green birds, red birds, white birds, yellow birds and colorful birds, which make the bird island more beautiful. A [China Composition Gang] has a different attitude. Some birds close their eyes, some fly high, some are combing their feathers, and some have to practice singing when they are chirping. It was really fun!
After Bird Island, we came to the fish pond. There were many red carp in four long square fish ponds. I went to the fish pond and threw a handful of fish food. I saw that Xiaoyu changed his usual slow and gentle behavior and rushed to eat fish food. The response was incredible. Countless small fish revolve around a handful of fish food, forming a very beautiful red whirlpool.
Qiandao Lake is so beautiful! Beautiful and fun.
Middle school students' weekly diary is 500 words and eight words.
Friendship is a cup of fragrant coffee, which is both bitter and sweet and worth savoring. Friendship is a kind greeting that makes you feel brave again in a desperate situation. Friendship is a boring breeze that blows away your heart.
She is of medium height, with long eyelashes flickering, a pair of big eyes embedded in her flawless face, a playful ponytail, and a small cherry mouth that adds a little charm to her appearance. Although I haven't contacted for a long time, there will always be a lovely name in my memory-Page.
However, after all, there will be cracks between us and we will quarrel. However, in a short time, we will make up again. Many times, he took the initiative to bow to me. However, after every quarrel, someone will always bow to the other side ... and this friendship, which is always accompanied by gunpowder, has been with us until now. Instead of diluting, it has become stronger and stronger like wine, and the longer it is, the more fragrant it is. We're even married.
In my impression, the worst time we quarreled was when the holiday was coming last semester, and neither side wanted to bow to the other. As a result, we broke up that semester But by the beginning of the second semester, we had forgotten the previous "grievances" and got back together. I remember she said to me, "When I am free, I always like to quarrel and not let the world." Yes, if two friends always obey each other and there is no storm in life, then life is less fun, isn't it?
Time is like running water, and years are like sharp arrows. Two years passed quickly, and I was about to forget her when I met her by chance in a performance. She hasn't changed much, but she is more mature. In the performance, she acted as the main dancer, and her beautiful figure and difficult movements made me stare at her. After the performance, I was sorting things out at the door, and I called out her name. First she looked up in surprise, and then she ran quickly. We hugged each other and tears ran down our cheeks. And agreed: I will stay at their house today. That night, we slept for more than an hour and kept whispering. When we left, we agreed not to cry, but as soon as I turned around, our agreement was betrayed by each other's tears. Yes, think about our past inseparable, and think about our rare meeting in the future. Pei, you will always be my best friend. I will never forget our friendship. Don't say good wishes and don't say goodbye. It's best to keep silent. Leave dreams to the night, tears to the sea, and hope to the future!
I once again sang an old song by Emil Wakin Chau-a friend: "Friends walk together all their lives, and those days are gone forever, in a word, all their lives;" The love of a lifetime, a glass of wine. Friends are never alone. Just call them friends and you will understand. ...
Middle school students' weekly diary 500 words nine
Spring blossoms. The breeze blew away a dandelion and my myriad thoughts. I suddenly realized that the last time I saw flowers seemed to be a long time ago, so that only a few scattered and prosperous memories about spring flowers remained in my mind. ...
When I was a child, I was a friend of flowers and plants, and I often lingered in flowers and plants. Spring is my festival. From the moment when the river sang and everything sprouted, I knew the growth of every flower and tree. A few drops of green are adorned from this tree, and the flowers are full of bones and flowers all over the garden. I shuttled through the bushes and watched bees and butterflies busy-but I never bothered them. They got into the flowers more deftly than I did, kissed their souls and took their work more seriously. Whenever the sun sets and the sky is yellow and dizzy, from time to time, there will be a loving whisper from the mother bird from where the trees can't see, and the golden red sun sinks in such an elegant Rondo. The evening breeze is blowing gently, and the colorful petals in the garden are shaking happily, shaking into a glossy satin woven by the weaver girl with the clouds on the horizon, reflecting the beautiful clouds lingering around the sun, and everything seems peaceful, gorgeous and quiet.
Later, I lost my former leisure. I just walked on a familiar path in the bushes for a few days, and then I passed. Now, time is pressing. The little tree, which was not taller than me before, has jumped up and pointed at the blue sky. The flowers are blooming and blooming. But I can't find my place. The familiar paths and places where I often stand may now be full of beautiful flowers and plants.
I'm afraid they will abandon me. Those timeless friendships are as insignificant as the remains of death in my mind. Once upon a time, the flowers and grass that I could reach out and catch began to slip away from my arms, slipping and falling.
I know, when I grow up, I squeeze them out of my arms, so I can't wait to come in without any preparation. When I grow up, I am silent and helpless.
Now, it's spring, and I stepped into the bushes and walked slowly along that familiar and unfamiliar path. I am slightly delighted to find that the grass has just pulled out a few buds. I squatted down to tease them and let the green grass wrap around my fingers. Flowers happily blew horns of different sizes and played welcome songs to celebrate my arrival. I stroked them and hugged the young trees. I don't seem to be forgotten here. Even if all the flowers bloom and the leaves wither, the last bright green in the bushes will insist on waiting for me, watching me leave, then smiling with tears and suddenly withering away.
I have never understood the process of being forgotten and then having it again so clearly. I am a child who grew up smelling the flowers, with a heavy heart and flowers.
Middle school students' weekly diary is 500 words and ten words.
We had a special and interesting class this morning. Our great and beautiful teacher Yu summed up the gifts we gave her and shared them with her classmates.
Careful teacher Yu took out his computer and opened the slide. I saw a beautiful card catch my eye. One big love and one small love form a great love. I think love is not just an ordinary love, but a love that contains the feelings of teachers and students.
I squinted at the gifts made by my classmates. Suddenly, the teacher's words suddenly aroused my appetite: "You all love me, and one of my classmates hates me." I stared at the name on it, but I couldn't get it out for a long time because of my eyesight. When the teacher said it was Dona, I froze there. The teacher read word by word, read and read crystal tears, and my eyes were full of tears. But inside, my eyes are blurred, and only some kind of liquid hangs around my eyes.
Tears flowed out unconsciously. I tried to wipe my eyes wet from crying and looked at the tears on the table. If it was before, I would clean it thoroughly, but today, I didn't give up and even watched it for a long time.
After reading the whole article of Donna, I was touched and a little flattered that it was written about me. But at the thought that we are going to graduate, an inexplicable bitterness suddenly welled up in my heart. I regret that I didn't cherish our time together before, and even feel that time is so slow that I can't wait to pass it quickly. But now, I feel that time flies so fast, as fast as the blink of an eye.
Students and teachers of Class Six and Seven, forgive my willfulness, my ignorance, my naughty behavior and my mistakes. Let's make this pot of stone soup more delicious these days before graduation, let it represent our elegance in June and July, and let it write about our progress.
Students, don't forget to continue chatting in class after graduation, and don't forget to continue to pay attention to our stone soup. I remember when I was in primary school, there was such a solidarity class of six or seven people.
A few days before graduation, let me give my most sincere wishes to the socks of Liuqi!
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