Ask for some little stories about you that you can use to write a weekly diary, about 300 words

When I came back from school today, my mother hadn't made dinner yet. I sat in front of the window and picked up the "Big Wisdom in Small Stories" series of books that my father had bought for me, "The Hidden Door". I flipped through it, and an eye-catching title caught my eye - "The Material of the Great Vessel".

I read it impatiently.

It turns out that this story is about: Bill Gates, a genius in the information age, a tycoon at Microsoft Computer Corporation, and the richest man in the United States, was recommended to the school library to help organize books when he was in the fourth grade of elementary school. He was bright and studious, and despite his small stature, he was very serious about his work.

He arrives early every day and spares no effort to weave through the labyrinth of bookshelves, picking out misplaced books like a little detective and putting them back where they should be. Later, his family moved to another nearby residential area, and he was transferred out of the library. But he always remembered in his heart, "When I'm gone, who will sort out those books that are on the wrong line?"

After thinking about it, he asked his mother to transfer him back to his original school. He told the librarian, "Now my dad takes me to school in a car, and if he doesn't take me, I'll walk." ”

After reading this story, I was touched by Bill's serious spirit. A teenager who is so serious and determined is so determined that there is nothing that cannot be done in the world. It occurred to me that in many great or outstanding people, there are always many things that are superior or different from ordinary people, and these will sooner or later be revealed in their life deeds.

Before becoming famous, these may be overlooked, but after becoming famous, people think of how extraordinary they were at the beginning. But whether it is a record before or after the event, it is undoubtedly a masterpiece left to mankind.

[Interesting thing].

One day, there were many guests at home, and my father asked me to pour the freshly boiled hot water into the thermos and make tea for the guests.

I poured boiling water into the thermos and went to get the tea, I just walked a few steps, only to hear a "bang" sound, which startled me, turned around and looked, it turned out to be the lid of the thermos popped out, I picked up the lid and pressed it down, turned around and left. I thought to myself: Is it legging?

This time I pressed down hard with the lid in both hands, and I looked at it for a while, and then I left with peace of mind after confirming that it was okay, but the unexpected happened again, and the bottle cap jumped up again, but this time I jumped higher and farther, "There is a ghost", I quickly ran out of the kitchen with my head in my hands. Dad saw it and hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?" What's wrong?

I told my dad what had happened, and he laughed, pulled me into the kitchen, and said, "Gently close the lid and give it a try." "I tried it, and sure enough, it didn't pop up again, so I brewed the tea and served it to the guests.

It's a lot of fun. In the evening, I checked the information with my father, and it turned out that there was a lot of hot air in the thermos, and the cap was on or too tightly closed, and the air inside could not circulate, so the cap would be propped up, so that the cap would jump. Oh, I see, I'll be sure to deflate when I close the cap again.

It seems that there is observation everywhere in life, and there is learning everywhere!

After finishing everything, I heard my mother's **. Mom said, "It's getting dark, come home, aren't you afraid of getting dark, then ride home." "However, I still asked my mother to pick me up.

I hummed a song and rode the bike. I rode fast because there weren't too many people. I saw two people, and I didn't know where to go.

Because it's too dark. It wasn't until my dad spoke to me that I realized it was my dad. I didn't think I said to my father

Dad, if you hadn't spoken, I would have been rushing home! Dad smiled and said, "Then you go first, the car is slower."

But who knows, danger is approaching me step by step.

I was going uphill and I heard a voice in the old yard, 'Meow-' of a ** cat'Call. I was so frightened that my soul flew away. I 'flew' the bike and almost fell.

I hurried home, and my nervousness had not yet been put down. The withered screams echoed in my heart. It's just a cat, but it's a night cat.

Cats' eyes at night can be terrifying, terrifying. I couldn't sleep at the thought of such a terrible environment.

It's hard not to be filial piety Wang Yi is strong like this, and he was disturbed by a damn cat.

Sunlight shone into the room through the curtains, and I squinted and said, "A good day has started again!" Today is a holiday, according to the usual schedule, I finished breakfast, finished homework, and started watching cartoons.

At noon, Mom and Dad went out on something, and I was the only one left at home. I watched the animals in the cartoon helping Mom and Dad with the housework, and I thought: Can I do the same?

First, I sorted the books on the coffee table, then swept the floor, and finally wiped the window next to the sofa until I was satisfied. After doing the housework, I rewarded myself by grabbing a bottle of drink and a little snack from the fridge and starting to enjoy TV again. In the afternoon, Mom and Dad came back and said:

Why is the home so tidy? Is grandma coming? I said angrily

I'm doing it all by myself! Although the labor is tiring, the process of labor can make me enjoy it and give me a sense of accomplishment. What a meaningful day.