Think of a weekly diary, the title is self proposed, about 400 words

Summer rain. At the beginning of this summer vacation, it rained for several days in a row, which extinguished the scorching sun, and the weather became very cool, and people felt very comfortable.

When it rains, I brew coffee, sit in my study and play games online, but I can't help but be attracted by the sound of rain outside. Raindrops hit the leaves; make a dull sound; Raindrops hit the pavement and splashed white foam; The raindrops hit the drying rack with a pleasant jingling sound.

Lying on the windowsill and watching the rain, the dense raindrops were like pearl curtains, hammering down from the sky, reaching out to grab a handful, she dodged it mischievously, leaving only a trace of coolness in the palm of her hand.

When the rain stopped, my friend and I went barefoot to play in the puddles in the community. My little feet were so comfortable through the rain that my little friends and I made a splash that got wet on each other's bodies, and we had a great time.

The rain not only brings us coolness, but also happiness.

Summer vacation diary. This week was the first week of summer vacation, and at first, I had not recovered from the stressful final exams, and instead of getting up early to go to school, I felt sick and listless all day. Mom and Dad had to go to work again, and it was boring to be home alone.

After a few days, I slowly entered the state of summer vacation, I first found the junior high school essay network on the Internet, it is this **, I found this ** is very good, I can come to publish my own essays. Later, I played some online games, and it was a lot of fun to play them.

Then my dad found out I was playing games and suggested that you shouldn't spend the whole summer playing games and that you should continue studying. With my mother's help, I went to the tutoring class outside for composition tutoring, and I had to go to composition classes every other day, and then I went to the bookstore to buy a few books and read them at home when I wasn't in class.

1. Life is wonderful because of youth.

2. Youth Baiwei.

3. Lost youth.

4. Smile and sing the ballad of youth.

5. Don't just meet youth.

6. The funeral of youth.

7. Lost youth.

8. Youth has been defined.

9. The monologue of youth.

10. Happy day.

11. A happy day.

12. A painful day.

13. A day of rapid and quiet hope.

14. A depressed day.

15. A touching scene of this debate.

16. Please use your conscience.

17. Unforgettable sports meeting.

18. One thing during the winter vacation.

19. The most thrilling one.

20. A successful attempt.

21. Things you don't want to mention.

Writing a weekly diary: When writing a weekly diary, you should write a record of the major events or impressive things that happened this week, and summarize the experience of the past week.

For example, at noon on Saturday, my mother and I went to the Linping Walmart supermarket, and I went in and exclaimed, "Wow! It's huge!

I came to the food place, I didn't expect that there was a free tasting here, I couldn't control my mouth, I ran here to eat food for a while, and then ran there to eat fruit, I was so happy to eat, other customers saw that I was here to eat!

Later, I saw tropical fish and various cacti in small bottles at the payment desk, which was really beautiful! I was reluctant to leave, and I had to ask my mother to bring me when I had time, because it was different from other supermarkets, and this day was the happiest day of the week.

Weekly diary format

The title of the weekly diary (Scope of writing: Feelings after reading; Sight and Hearing; Interesting; Mathematics Weekly ......The first line says the day of the month, the day of the week, and the weather; In the middle of the second line, write the title of the last week's trembling note; Write the child's name to the right of the third line; The fourth line begins with the contents of the weekly diary. Weekly, year, month, day, weather.

Fixed the format of the weekly diary of the sedan chair: write the date (year, month, week) and weather conditions at the beginning, and then the content of the record, and most of the weekly notes have added titles.

Weekly diary: A weekly written record of one's thoughts, studies, and life in writing for a week (one week). It is different from the "journal", in that the journal is to record what there is, no need to be decorated and sublimated, and there is no limit to how much, you can record anything every day within a week.

Poplar leaves from childhood.

When I was a child, I lived with my grandmother in a small courtyard with a large poplar tree with lush foliage, and he was a good friend of my childhood.

When I was very young, I always played under the poplar trees with my friends. The summer sun shone on the dense green leaves of the poplar trees, and a golden parasol was held up above our heads, and the leaves were as beautiful as a fairy tale. We play under the leaves and enjoy a relaxed life.

When I think back to that time, I always see the golden poplar leaves in front of me.

When I grew up a little bit, I would collect fallen poplar leaves every autumn, and my grandmother would always carefully help me sandwich them in an unknown book. At that time, I didn't know what a taxidermy was, and I didn't know why I was collecting fallen leaves, but every day I would bring back countless poplar leaves with gusto, and my grandmother would always smile and put them in her book. My neighbors saw me collecting fallen leaves and left them for me with beautiful colors every time they cleaned the yard.

Once, a neighbor's big sister gave me a boat made of yellow leaves, and I was so excited that I took the boat everywhere I went, and when I went to bed at night, I asked my grandmother to put it out of the reach of the pet puppy. The puppy was also a good friend of mine, but I guess he probably "fell out of favor" for a few days because of the leafy boat.

In winter, the poplar hides all his leaves. Whenever this happens, my grandmother takes out the fallen leaves that fall in the book. My grandmother taught me to draw on the leaves with colored pens, and after the painting was done, she put tape on both sides of the leaves, threaded the leaves together, and hung them on the door and wall.

My grandmother and I also worked with me to make a collage of poplar leaves. A few leaves, simply folded a few times, form a unique picture, which is very interesting. The walls are covered with these pictures, and my grandmother calls them my "leaf painting exhibition".

Every winter day is filled with strings of poplar leaves, leaf paintings, and grandma's loving smile.

Spring is coming, and the new green leaves leap onto the branches. Looking at the delicate new leaves, I began to hope that they would soon grow up and soon turn into the golden poplar leaves of the summer tree.

I grew up in the hope of year after year, and poplar leaves were my inseparable companions. It wasn't until that fall that we had to separate. In order to expand the road, the small courtyard will be demolished.

I picked up poplar leaves from the ground for the last time, and my grandmother tucked them into the book, just as before. On that day, I said goodbye to the poplar leaves that accompanied me through my childhood.

Later, I went back to that street. The courtyard is gone. To my disbelief, the big poplar tree was gone, and only the thick stump remained. A few months later I went back to that street, this time not even the stumps were gone, and the road widened.

I still treasure those last few poplar leaves. When I see a poplar tree, I think of the poplar leaves that accompanied me through my childhood.