Writing a weekly diary 400 words in the first year of junior high school is best written by classm

Only 600 words:

It's strange that I don't know when I just like to be alone: I rarely help others, and I don't want help from others. Even if you receive help from others, you will repay others as if you were paying off a debt.

I don't live up to the world, and don't let the world live up to me. However, the thoughts that had dominated me for so many years instantly became like a speck of dust in the light of that smile, drifting away without a trace......

It was after two days of heavy rain, and the concrete bridge over the river, which I had to cross every day to go to school, had been washed away by the river. Only the tall old wooden bridge still stands on both sides of the river. It was a bridge made of only two round, smooth logs side by side; Usually I walk across the bridge with my bare hands.

I hesitated in front of the bridge, and I was still 10 minutes away from class. I grabbed my bike and made a decision that even I couldn't believe: I walked over the wooden bridge with my bike on my shoulder.

At the beginning of the dozen meters, I was marching in a high-spirited atmosphere, and I didn't feel anything. Gradually, the wood under my feet was shaking desperately, and the rushing river under the wood made me dizzy, and my legs became weaker and weaker, as if it was difficult to support the weight of my body anymore. I have no idea how I got to the wooden bridge**.

There was only half the way to go, and I couldn't move my feet anymore. I tried to move back a little bit, but I couldn't even turn around, and the sound of running water in my ears made me almost desperate, and I wanted to throw my bicycle into the river several times.

I can't move forward. When you can't go back. Suddenly, the car on my shoulder suddenly became lighter, and then gradually left my shoulder.

It was a big hand that took the bike from my hand. At that moment, I couldn't really express how grateful I was. I slowly turned my head:

It was an unfamiliar face, full of smiles. Time didn't allow me to look closely, but for a moment, I felt that the smile was so sincere and lovely!

The car and I finally arrived safely on the other side, and I was full of gratitude to take a closer look at the smiling face: it was not a dark **, and the squinting eyes could not hide the sincere gaze. Fine wrinkles crawled all over the corners of his eyes, and his chapped lips opened slightly.

Ah, a simple farmer in his 40s.

What an ordinary smile! It couldn't be more ordinary, but it never forgot me, and it made me appreciate the best things between people for the first time, even if it was just a faint smile. That smile has been deeply embedded in my heart for many years, and I have learned to use the same smile to lift a child who has fallen, help push a truck that is struggling to walk, or give an umbrella to a classmate.

And every time you help others without expecting anything in return and smile sincerely, you will truly appreciate the true meaning and value of that smile buried in the bottom of your heart. It's a taste that isn't sublime, but it's something you can be proud of. Smile, with a beautiful emotion, I really can't find the right words to describe it, maybe this poem will express its meaning:

With people roses, leave a lingering fragrance! ”

Is that so?

The feeling of the first year of junior high school.

Today, we are no longer children who have played in the grass; Today, we are no longer elementary school students who read aloud "Moonlight in front of the bed"; Today we have said goodbye to childhood and moved towards youth. With a vision for the future, we came to the High School Affiliated to the National People's Congress and entered the first year of junior high school.

Before the start of school, I checked the information and had a certain understanding of the new environment. There are also many feelings in the face of the first year of junior high school.

When I was in the first year of junior high school, my first feeling was freshness. The campus is so clean and tidy, and it is full of trees; The teacher's lectures are so energetic and engaging; The students get along so well and happily; The modern library, audio-visual education center, Internet center and laboratories made me want to linger again. It's all very different from elementary school, and I find it very new and interesting.

In the first year of junior high school, the second feeling is the longing and yearning for the future. At the opening ceremony, we were excited to tie our good wishes to the balloon and release it into the blue sky. Everyone's wishes are varied, and some hope to be a home and promote China's tradition to the world; Some hope to be a journalist and let all mankind marvel at China's rapid development today; Some want to be a writer and let people hear the weak voices in the corners of society......Ideals can only be realized through action, and in the three years of junior high school, we will lay a solid foundation for the future and move towards our goals step by step.

It's the first year of junior high school, and the feeling of being nervous again. In secondary schools, especially excellent secondary schools, the competition for learning is quite fierce, and thus there is also a certain amount of pressure. If you don't pay attention to your grades, you will be at the back of the team, so you can't relax at all, and you have to be in a state of learning all the time.

We have to adapt to this intense learning atmosphere in order to achieve results in the three years of study.

It's the first year of junior high school, and I'm excited, expectant and nervous. But in any case, start from little by little, integrate into the new life, and let us face the first life of the new year with a high attitude.

Today is Saturday, and my cute and mischievous little cousin, Liu Xiang, is here. At that time, I was concentrating on drawing my computer drawing, and when I saw him coming, my concentration was reduced by more than half, and I thought, "Naughty bag is here again, I'm going to be unlucky as a sister."

But on the surface, he still pretends to be very welcome. Alas! There's really no way, who made us sisters!

I made a "welcome" gesture, grabbed a handful of candy and put it in his hand, and then began to concentrate on computer drawing again. But when Xiangxiang was not "honest", he asked me to play with him for a while, and asked me to play hide and seek with him for a while. I thought to myself:

I'm so old, and it's boring to play these kids' tricks with you. But no matter what, I'll have to play with him!

Playing and playing, Liu Xiang took advantage of my lack of attention and suddenly used his chubby little hands to knock on my "baby" computer like a drum. I looked back and quickly shouted, "Not good!

But it was too late, and the computer still froze. At that time, I was so angry that I couldn't cry or laugh, I didn't know what to say about him, I couldn't scold him or beat him, after all, he was only three years old this year. In this way, I have been coaxing Xiangxiang to play for most of the day.

After he left, I went back to my room, touched my computer and sighed, "Computer, I have to operate on you again!" ”

Alas, let's talk about it, is it really difficult to be a qualified sister?

Another week has passed, and the days have passed uneventfully and a little busy.

On the way home from tutoring today, the bus I took suddenly went wrong somehow, and the driver went down to check it out, and finally determined that he couldn't walk and asked everyone to get off the bus to do the next one. Everyone reluctantly muttered something as they got out of the car. I also got off the bus, but fortunately, it was only a little more than a stop from home.

I guess I'd better go back.

The winter air is cold and breathe in. Suddenly, I felt a freshness from my throat and eyes to my lungs and brain! It feels so good!

So I took a few hard breaths, greedy and enjoyed! The sun is also very warm, shining on the body warm, soft and comfortable. Look at the busy people around, there are office workers, there are non-working, small vendors, and old men and old women.

Each dressed in a variety of clothes and weaved through the crowd. Suddenly, I thought it would be interesting to look at life from the sidelines.

This reminds me of a philosopher who said that there is no lack of beauty in life, but a lack of eyes to find beauty!

Dwarf oil, oh God, swollen, write.

My childhood.

There are a lot of funny things about my childhood, but there is one thing that makes our family laugh when I think about it to this day. When I was younger, I always thought that it must be delicious when I saw adults drinking coffee, because it smelled so good. So I've always had a wish to have a cup of coffee, but the adults won't let me.

I saw the Chinese medicine on the table, and I thought angrily: Dad has coffee to drink but he doesn't tell me.

There are a lot of funny things about my childhood, but there is one thing that makes our family laugh when I think about it to this day.

When I was younger, I always thought that it must be delicious when I saw adults drinking coffee, because it smelled so good. So I've always had a wish to have a cup of coffee, but the adults won't let me.

I saw the Chinese medicine on the table, and I thought angrily: Dad has coffee to drink but won't tell me, hum! I secretly tasted a small bite. Yes! It's so bitter! I shut my mouth with my hand, and I almost screamed.

On second thought, maybe that's what coffee tastes like! I was afraid of waking my father up, so I crept to the kitchen on tiptoe and brought some sugar, and added three spoonfuls of sugar before I dared to take a sip. Wow!

Tastes great! I drank the rest in one gulp and slid downstairs on tiptoe to play.

When Dad woke up, he asked Mom, "Where's my medicine?" How is there only one empty bowl? Did it go back into the pot? "Mom said no, it was on the table.

My mother seemed to have fiery eyes, and immediately asked me, "Did you drink Dad's medicine?" ”

Mom and Dad actually laughed, and their laughter made me even more confused. My mother said to me, "Silly boy, that's the Chinese medicine your dad wants to drink, but fortunately it's not any other medicine!" ”

Now I finally taste the taste of real coffee, but I still love the "bitter coffee" of my childhood!

One of the supernatural events of the world, the wandering child. At 12:13 p.m., a child can be seen walking in the corner of the building, his face cannot be seen, if the news is not spread 5 posts, the family will be ruined, and the heart of the child who died will be killed.