For school auctions, write a diary, using a combination of points and faces, within 300 words.

Surface: scene description; Such as the crowd of people, the performance of the students.

Point: The performance of one of the people, or the auction of an item. Thank you.

I remember it was a winter ......The winter sun always brings inexplicable joy and emotion. Today is another sunny day. Pushing open the window, I was bathed in the ambiguous sunshine, closed my (up) eyes, stretched out my hand, I felt the sun dancing in my hand, I took a deep breath, so fragrant!

Is it the scent of the sun? The faint, vague fragrance intoxicated me. "Bang, bang, bang......"The sound of my mother patting the quilt came from the balcony.

It's rare to encounter such good weather, and my mother is still busy drying the quilt. "It would be nice if my mom could bask in the sun with me! I thought to myself.

I remember when I was a child, when winter came, my mother always loved to take me to the balcony to bask in the sun, and my mother always used her big hands to cover my little hands and rub them until they were hot. It's nice to sit in the sun, feel the warmth of the sun, breathe in the fresh air. Mom said to me:

Child, do you know that the sun is scented, and the fragrance is very special, ambiguous, faint, and people will be in a very good mood when they smell it! After saying that, my mother took a deep breath. I smiled, convinced that the sun had a scent, otherwise, how could I be in such a good mood?

Growing up, I don't bask in the sun with my mother anymore. The busyness of my studies sometimes makes me forget about the good weather outside. Outside the window, the sunlight faded a little, and the gold faded a little, replaced by a deep blue-black.

After finishing my homework, I was about to go into the bedroom to rest, but I found that my mother had already laid out the quilt for me. The moment I got into the bed, I smelled an ambiguous scent, the scent of the sun, which my mother had collected for me. My mother didn't have time to bask in the sun with me like she did when she was a child, but the futon warmed my whole body.

When I was a child, what I couldn't erase was the ambiguous smell of the sun, and it was my mother's ambiguous love.

When you enter the campus, you will see several cherry blossom trees. As soon as the wind blew, the cherry blossom petals fell from the trees, and the female classmates hurriedly ran over and bent down to pick up the cherry blossom petals, some grabbed a handful, and some picked a petal. A little girl holds a small box and spreads the small petals to the bottom of the box, and her face smiles like a flower.

There is a beautiful thing in everyone's heart, which dots the path of our life. In everyone's heart, it may be a bunch of flowers, a ray of sunshine, or a warm blessing. But in my heart, it is my campus life, and it renders a blue sky all the way on the road of my pale life.

The peach blossoms of childhood are always brilliant; The days of childhood are without sorrow; Campus life is innocent. beating hearts; The smiling faces full of youth, we sincerely recognize the moving song.

Whenever the teacher's sassy heroic posture appears on the three-foot podium, our hearts swim in the ocean of knowledge with the teacher, feel the fresh sunshine in another world, appreciate the exotic customs, and talk about how to experience it at length together. The recess was pleasant, with bright laughter everywhere, and the friendship and respect between teachers and students turned into strings of notes fluttering in the air, and everyone's hearts were beating with joy. When there is a wear at the end of the world, there is only no end to the teacher's grace.

Whenever I encountered setbacks and was depressed by failing exams, the teacher hung like a bright lamp in front of my helpless soul to teach me and urge me to be a strong person in life, because the joy of victory belongs only to the strong in life.

Friendship is the soul of life, the beacon of the soul, and my campus life is sweet. Because there are familiar faces in my life; A sweet smile; A warm blessing and greetings. In the days of our success, we cheer and share the fruits of every success; Let's play the music of the heart with happy notes.

We are in the same wind and rain, and we are happy and sorrowful. Every time I hear the song of the birds and the rustle of the leaves, my heart becomes more and more full. Walking on the grass under my feet, my troubles disappeared into the flowers with the stroll, everything was so natural, everything was so comfortable.

My campus life is like a babbling stream, which flows happily and splashes from time to time. Looking up is spring, bowing is autumn, the full moon is a painting, and the lack of a moon is a poem. The silent years of my campus life have embellished pictures of my life and filled my life with joy and fulfillment.

Campus life.

Life and death are only separated by a thin door, and if you open the door of death, you will never be able to return to life, life is so fragile and impermanent.

In 2008, the Chinese came out of the shadow of the snow disaster, but unexpectedly, it was a natural disaster, and a large ** on the Richter scale occurred in Wenchuan, Sichuan.

In order to help the people in the disaster area rebuild their homes as soon as possible, our school carried out a charity sale. Some students donated their favorite toys, and some students donated their pocket money that they had accumulated for many years, and everyone's enthusiasm was very high.

Among the dazzling array of items, the bazaar began, and I quickly discovered something I loved. But look up, huh? Why is our exhibition area unattended?

Why is it only Feng Siqi who is trying to shout, I hurriedly ran over to help him shout, but after shouting for nearly 5 minutes, his mouth was smoking, and no one came, so I changed the sales "tactics", stared at a second-grade girl, and introduced enthusiastically with a smile on her face: "Little sister, we have everything in class 42, including plush toys, books, decorations, etc.", but she only "hummed", didn't say anything, and left. What to do!

I can't come with such a customer! But when I thought of the disaster area, a pair of hands stretched out strongly from the ruins; When I thought that the child was rescued and saluted; When I think of a 9-year-old boy desperately rushing into the rubble to save his companions. My eyes moistened and I started selling again.

I suddenly noticed a little boy walking next to the exhibition area of our class, and I didn't want to miss this great opportunity! So he quickly ran to his side and asked kindly: "Little brother, what do you want, our class has all the items, especially books, literature includes "Children's Literature", "20,000 Leagues Under the Sea", fantasy "Harry Potter", etc.", "Is there anything that describes small animals?"

Yes. Fabre's Insects is one such book. He describes Fabre as having devoted his life to the study of insects with a love and respect for life.

We should learn from him to love life and insects. I said. He took out ten dollars and bought the book.

After the bazaar, although I was a little tired, I was very happy because I had contributed to the people in the disaster area through my own efforts.

Our campus is a big community, and life here is colorful. Here I learned to live together, to love, to help, and to learn. What a wonderful life on campus!

No one will write it for you, write it yourself.