10 articles of the weekly diary 300 400 words or so, don t search the network to come out of the wee

The little things that happened around me.

In ordinary life, there are so many trivial things that make people headaches, but I am always lost, so there are always stories happening to me. Just two days ago, I forgot to bring ** to the class leader, and I was in school at noon and didn't go home, so I called ** to my dad at home, because I was in a hurry, I only left a sentence: "** at the head of the bed, find it and send it."

But when I returned to the classroom after lunch, I saw a sweaty man rushing in from outside, and I saw that it was my father, and he ran over and said that he had not found it, and my heart full of hope was like being hit into the abyss by a big stone. I turned around and left, thinking that you can't even find a **. Without saying a word, Dad picked me up and got on the motorbike and drove home.

When I got home, I was stunned to find that everything in the bedside table had been emptied, and my room was a mess! Dad shook his head helplessly and said, "You said it's at the head of the bed, look, I've searched all over it, no, you have found it yourself, or not, you can figure it out yourself!"

When Dad said this, I felt how cruel Dad was to me! I won't even look for **.

But I found out afterwards that I was wrong!

I went back to school from home in a huff, not to mention how depressed I was. But when I got home at night, I was surprised to find a small bag on my desk, and when I opened it, it was actually my **. Looking at my busy dad, I couldn't stop crying.

The next morning, my father went to work early, and only my mother and I were left at home, and my mother told me that after I went back to school, my father looked for a long time at home, and I didn't even eat lunch. Hearing all this, my tears welled up again, and a warm current welled up in my heart......

Father's love is hidden in my heart, and my father is a person who is not good at expressing himself, but I feel my father's love for me from his silent "language", selfless love!

Weekly Notes, a copy of the rules.

Raid the third week of September.

This bai week is Mandarin propaganda du week, I have a full and happy life, and the harvest is great!

At this event, I heard a joke: a Cantonese man went on a business trip to a foreign country and he walked into a restaurant. A waiter saw it and walked up to him, trying to communicate with the Cantonese people in Mandarin :

What are you going to eat? The Cantonese people couldn't understand what the waiter said, so they scratched the back of their heads before they figured it out, so they said, "I want to eat steamed buns."

When the waiter heard this, he mistakenly thought that the Cantonese people wanted to read the newspaper. She hurriedly took out this issue of the newspaper and handed it to the Cantonese people, who saw it and knew a little in their hearts, and couldn't cry or laugh. The Cantonese shook his head and said:

I want big fat chickens. The waiter said, "It's still early for a flight!"

Cantonese people smiled wryly.

China is a powerful country, and Mandarin is the main language in our country, the most spoken language in the world, and one of the most developed languages in the world. As students of the new century and teenagers of the new century, we should not only master cultural knowledge, but also learn Putonghua well. Language is a tool for communication, but also for social struggle and development.

As the saying goes: "Learn Mandarin well, and you won't be afraid to travel all over the country!" ”

In September, the school year began, I was like a scattered dead leaf, looking for another embrace, I was blown by the autumn wind to a big tree, I waved my hand to say goodbye to him, it is my alma mater. Inspired by the autumn wind, I came to another big tree, I looked at it, so tall and mighty, that burly body, warm embrace, let me can't help but lean on its arms, the wind can't move, the tree can't shake, it's my school - the high school attached to the University of Science and Technology.

Walking into its arms, I felt a fresh breeze blowing, which was both cool and comfortable.

Sure enough, one after another teaching buildings stood on the small bridge and flowing water, and the reflection of the teaching building faintly appeared in the water.

Ding, ding, ding" The class bell rang, I quickly ran back to the classroom, this is a Chinese class, I listened very carefully, when the teacher said "take a step, take another step", I suddenly fell into deep thought.

One step, one more step. Does the teacher mean to be down-to-earth? Still is?

I thought about it, people have to take one step at a time, this is down-to-earth. So, don't you set your goals too far, but take small goals one by one to further achieve it? Perhaps, as this text says, whatever you do, make it big and small, and divide the seemingly impossible into countless small goals to accomplish it, and you will overcome him.

I learned a lot from this lesson. He firmly took my first step: to get to know my new classmates.

This week, I will never forget that moment – the campaign.

I mustered up the courage to walk up to the podium, the "soul" in my heart was no longer under my control, and I was trying to escape from the "prison car", and he almost managed to escape from prison. My face is not under my command, a **, my face is flushed, I am not angry, nor drunk, but I have a feeling of fever, which is no different from Guan Yu. That was the first time I lost the election campaign, the first time I felt frustrated, and I came home disheartened, and my mother said to me earnestly

Child, don't care too much about the result, the process is the most beautiful. If you can participate in the election, you will be more than half successful. Your excitement has just begun, and Mom and Dad always believe that you are the best.

Since then, I have faced learning with a new mentality, believing in myself, every day is new, don't bring yesterday's mood to today, don't bring today's mood to tomorrow, every day is beautiful.

Now, I know my second step: go to happiness.

A week has passed in the blink of an eye, and I hope that I will set off for a new life in the first year of junior high school in the future.

Sunset 1) Stop and smell the incense.

For people at the beginning of summer.

There is a courtyard at home, and the grandparents have nothing to do on weekdays, so they always have to pick some "work" to do in the "leisure". Inevitably take care of some flowers and plants. So there is always a bit of elegance in the home!

At the beginning of summer, it's like after a rain, it's amazing! Colorful, colorful flowers, elegant houses, charming rainbows, and the fragrance of various flowers and grasses in the air are overwhelming!

Flowers! See! Knowing the non-stop flowers in the singer. Singing summer, the cicadas chirp one after another, crisp and tactful, however, there is a little "transparency" in the brightness. As the saying goes, "it melts in the ear".

Student, are you tired after running on the happy and tortuous road to study for so long? Then take a break. Stop, lower your head, close your eyes, and take a deep breath desperately at your favorite flower.

Wanderer, after surviving in the bumpy wandering life for so long, are you tired, then go home first. Then get a good night's sleep, and throw away all the parts and grievances of the past and wandering in the deep sea in your dreams. Finally, stop, stop and smell the fragrance, and design a blueprint for tomorrow's rise!

Office workers: "Oh, don't get carried away by the panic, don't just see the bouquet of flowers in front of you and forget the sea of flowers waiting for you in front of you!" So, don't work yourself too hard, have a space of your own, stop and smell the fragrance in your free time, and harvest spiritual pearls!

Parents, don't worry about your children. Although the child is a child, he has grown up. Don't worry about adults, all you have to do is stop and smell the incense.

The garden is full of flowers, flowers are falling everywhere, and you are in it, stop and smell the fragrance.

Portrait of the week. Take me.

Just write like this, what does the intermediate think.

Very good, yes, can you change the composition of the third unit.