Two sample essays for weekly diaries and 5 sample essays for weekly diagaries

This week, I helped my mother with a lot of household chores, and the most proud thing is that I have cleaned my school bag, and I haven't asked my mother to help me yet. In the morning, I got up early in the morning, got dressed, and accidentally looked at my dirty schoolbag, thinking: my schoolbag is so dirty, why don't you wash the schoolbag that I have used for a semester.

I can also help my mother with some housework.

I first found a big iron basin, poured water, first took out the contents of the schoolbag, then put the schoolbag into the water to soak, smeared some soap with a brush, and brushed vigorously to the dirty place until the black bubbles appeared, and then washed off the bubbles with water. Then, brush the bottom of the bag with a brush, brush it for about two minutes, rinse it with water, and now, the surface of the bag is brand new. Then, dip the inside of the schoolbag in laundry detergent, brush vigorously with a brush, brush off the ink inside, and then rinse the bubbles to basically "finish".

Lift it up and dry it and you're done! When my mother saw that I was so capable, she praised me for being a good boy, and I was very happy, and my heart was as sweet and delicious as honey.

Intense badminton match.

This Saturday, our family went out to play badminton, and my dad and I had a particularly intense badminton match.

I served first and gave my dad a "friendship ball", but I didn't expect my dad to give me a "smash". I was caught off guard. I lost a goal!

Looking at my father's smug expression, I thought, "Hmph, the tiger is not threatening, I am a sick cat!" Looks like I'm going to give you some color!

I waved the racket while thinking, and sent another ball, this time my dad gave me a "hanging ball", I picked the racket lightly, and the ball "hanged" again, my dad naturally would not lose this point, and picked it again, I looked, aha! Dad, your flaws are out! Who told you to stand in front of the net all the time?

Then eat me a far ball handle! With all my might, I slapped the shuttlecock that was flying in mid-air, and the shuttlecock flew past my father's ears with great force like a loaded bullet. I won a ball!

Now I looked at my dad proudly and thought: Now I have won! But Dad was not discouraged and planned to make a comeback.

He sent me a high ball and I thought, "If you don't do it now, when will you wait?" Bian slammed it down, and Dad calmly picked it up, and the ball flew back again.

How could I let go of this great opportunity and use all my strength to have a button. Dad picked it up again casually, and the ball flew back again, "Okay, Dad, you can catch my two 'smashes' and see if you can catch the third one!" I thought as I tried my best to pull it sometimes.

I didn't know that the boss had called back. Now, I don't have the strength to smash the ball anymore. You can only show your dad a normal ball.

Unexpectedly, my father reversed the "guard form" and changed to the "attack form". The ball was sent out left and right, forward, and hot, and I ran all over the field, and I was almost exhausted. At this moment, my father slammed it, and the ball flew past me like an arrow off the string.

Daddy won a goal!

At halftime, I couldn't help but exclaim, "Ah! Ginger is still old and spicy! ”

The weekly note is written about the week, and there should be something that can be written in a week, like our teacher said, if you really haven't written, you can excerpt a beautiful essay.

How do I know what happened to you this week?

I was holding an extracurricular book and reading it with relish.

Suddenly, my mother asked me loudly, "Honghong, what are you reading?" Is it the Chinese "One Staring Brigade Practice for Each Lesson" or the "Synchronous Practice" for Mathematics?

After saying that, she walked over again, and suddenly, she cried out as if she had discovered a new world: "Why are you reading such a book?" Make this book disappear or I'll let it be in pieces!

I know my mother's temper, she dares to act. But I still begged my mother: "Mom, this is not an ordinary book, it is "Childhood" written by Gorky.

Besides, I borrowed this book from my classmates, so you can't mess around. "I don't care what Gorky or Lower Gorky you are. The exam is coming soon, and you don't look at synchronous exercises, one practice per lesson, but you read this kind of book, you disappoint me so much.

After that, he came to snatch my book again. I hurriedly picked up the book and ran upstairs, until I had hidden the book, and then I was relieved to go downstairs to receive my mother's education ......

Mom, I really want to say to you: please understand me. Revision is really important, but extracurricular books are also important!

Teachers often ask us to read some extracurricular books to broaden our horizons and supplement the knowledge that we can't learn in class. But you want me to watch what synchronous exercises all day long, one practice per lesson. I'm not small anymore, plus my usual grades are also good, I have my own measure, please give me a little space!

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.