What does a weekly notebook look like, is it an ordinary grid book, or is it like a text? Who knows?

The strip book, like a text, is used by elementary school students.

Write a weekly diary at the beginning, and then write it like an essay, and we have to write it every week.

1. Before and after the section test.

2. My advice for self-study classes.

3. My advice for lessons.

4. I always ...... in class

5. Suppose I am a subject teacher.

6. Ten minutes after class.

7. My favorite subject.

8. I would like to say ...... to my classmates

9. The man of the year in the class.

10. I think this class is ......

11. I would like to say ...... to the teacher

12. The advice I would like to give to the school is ......

13. Suppose I am the principal.

14. The outdoor teaching activities that I most hope the school can handle are ......15. The class activity I most hope to be able to handle in the class is ......1. Talk about me

2. My family.

3. My idol is ......

4. During the holidays, I am ......

5. I'm annoyed ......

6. Mom and Dad say ...... to me most often

7. One thing I regret the most.

8. Me in the eyes of others.

9. One thing I want to do the most.

10. Whenever I'm sad, ......

11. The person I remember the most is ......

12. My best friend is ......

13. I want to become a ...... the most

14. Ten years later, I am.

15. What I want most is ......

Every autumn, I would collect the fallen poplar leaves, 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.

Ants who are afraid of mothballs.

There are a lot of ants in my family's neighborhood. Every time I see them walking happily and freely, I wonder: Is there anything I can do to stop them from walking, or change their path?

Today is Sunday, and when I was opening my little bookcase in the afternoon, I smelled a special smell coming to my face, it turned out that there were mothballs in the bookcase! It occurred to me that I was going to do an experiment.

I searched in the bookcase for a long time, and finally found a few mothballs, and found these mothballs that exuded a magical and strange smell. I immediately went downstairs and carried out my experiment.

After looking for a long time on the road, "Wow! I screamed in amazement, it turned out to be a nest. I drew a circle around the no-nest with mothballs, and I circled all these little guys, and thought to myself, "Haha! Now you have nowhere to run! ”

And so it was! Some of the little ones are running around like headless flies; Some are motionless, as if they are thinking about countermeasures; There were a few more, looking weak, struggling, rolling ......

At this time, a few of the larger ones are about to break out of the "line of defense"! No, I haven't looked into it yet, I have to step up my defenses! Therefore, I added a deep "line of defense" to the "line of defense", but I pity these big ants, who have crossed the first line of "line of defense", and circled in the second "line of defense", and are a swarm of "headless flies"!

Ten minutes passed, the smell of mothballs gradually subsided, and the ant warriors finally recovered their vitality and rushed out of my "defense line".

Yes! Ants are really afraid of the smell of mothballs!

Give me !!

Thursday July 8th, xx Weather: Fine.

Time is like an arrow, the sun and the moon are like a shuttle. In the blink of an eye, I was 11 years old. When I was 5 years old, my mother said something to me that I remember vividly and still touch.

Many years have passed, but I still remember what my mother said to me. Because it made me feel my mother's love, it made me feel extremely warm.

It was one day when I was 5 years old, and I went to an English cram school. After class, my mother was already waiting at the door early, waiting for me to get out of school. My mom and I walked down a narrow, dimly lit alley.

Due to the rain that day, there was a lot of water in the alley, and the road was slippery. So, my mother said to me kindly, "The road is slippery on rainy days, be careful."

Although this ordinary sentence may be insignificant to others, for me, this sentence contains my mother's strong maternal love, which touches me very much. So, I also said to my mother, "Thank you, Mom, you should be careful."

Then it began to drizzle again. At this time, a drop of water slowly flowed down my face, and I don't know whether it was cold rain or tears. The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and my mother was afraid that I would be drenched in the rain, so she took off her coat and put it on my head.

When we got home, I found my mom soaking wet. I said to my mother in distress, "Mom, go take a bath, beware of the cold."

At this time, I couldn't help but burst into tears again, and I was touched by my mother's profound maternal love.

I'm 11 years old now, and it's been many years since this happened, but my mother's words of concern still echo in my head. Through this incident, I realized that mother's love is one of the greatest forces in the world. Mother's love makes me feel extremely warm and touched.

Love Weekly.

What is love? Love is something that everyone should have. What is your love? Hear now what my love is like.

Once, my grandfather and sister went to Boku Book City to buy books, we took the No. 76 bus, where it was very crowded, I finally found a seat, and then an old grandmother came up, I ran over and said cordially: "Grandma, can you sit in my seat?" The old woman said

Thank you, good boy! "My sister and grandfather praised me when they saw my behavior.

Once, my mom and I went on a trip to the countryside. It's finally here. I heard the scream of a bird, and I immediately ran to see that the bird could not fly out of the cage.

So I opened the cage and let the bird out. The birds chirp as if to say, "Thank you!"

Once, I went to the sea with my mother and aunt, and when I got to the sea, I screamed, walked left, walked right, and suddenly I saw an uncle fishing with a hook. I ran up to stop him. My mother and aunt saw it and praised me.

Another time, I went out to play and accidentally tripped over a puppy, it had tears in its eyes, it turned out to be a stray dog, it hadn't drunk water for a day, so I gave the puppy some water, and the puppy was very happy.

A friend of mine died in this tragic.

She was bored at home and used her own home** to dial her own home**, and after many times she finally dialed, she heard a hollow sound, like an echo valley and the sound of water droplets.

3) Once, at 12 o'clock in the evening, I was returning home with my friend after dinner, and I passed by a place where there was a grave, and my friend was very scared, and the next morning he was always in good spirits, and he often said these words: Someone crawled out of the grave, they were laughing, they were bleeding.

4) There was a power outage in my house one night, and it turned out that there were only white candles to look for and sleep, and I looked in the mirror behind the bedside to sleep, but that day I felt tightness in my chest, I couldn't breathe, and I looked over and over as if I was pressed by something, and after looking in the mirror, I found that I was carrying my grandmother's bag! I obviously didn't carry it!

The whole lake turned red (it was blood), a hand reached out from the lake, grabbed the girl's feet, and pulled her into the lake, and then, people found the girl's body and clothes 100 kilometers away from the forest, but her head was missing, people opened her backpack, frightened, the bag was her head, she left, and from then on, no one dared to go to the forest.

If you read this post, please reply to the post immediately, and click "Post this in another bar**3 copies, if you don't send it, that hand will reach out when you take a shower, and you will end up the same as that girl!" Be sure that everything is true.

Don't be a weird couple, even if you are forced to be helpless, you accidentally read someone else's post!! Bodhisattva bless.

Search the diary directly, and the diary can also be written as a weekly note...

I didn't understand before.,Look at the post and always don't reply.,I haven't upgraded the level and increased experience.,Now I understand.,Anyway, you can upgrade the post.,You can also earn experience.,And upgrading requires experience.,I'll copy this sentence.,Fill the water when you encounter the post.,Catch the experience on the flash.。

Teacher Ye has to take two or three classes a day, and she has to correct homework, she is very hard, but she never complains, and still gives us every class seriously. I remember one time, Teacher Ye was sick and her voice was hoarse, but she still insisted on teaching us with great difficulty. I want to study hard, be disciplined, and live up to Mr. Ye's expectations.

When I grow up, I must repay my teachers well.

My homeroom teacher is also my Chinese teacher, her name is Ms. Huang. Mr. Huang has a round face and big eyes. I love to laugh. A pair of talking eyes make her so approachable. But sometimes it's harsh.

Ms. Huang has been with us for a year, and what impressed me the most was her rich classroom knowledge and her dedication to her profession.

Mr. Huang taught us Chinese. I picked it up when we were in the fourth grade. The new semester began, and my mom met her when she took me to pay my tuition.

She's our new teacher? I looked at her carefully, and I was very impressed by this teacher. She said with a kind look

Since the beginning of this semester, I have been in charge of the Chinese teaching of your class, and I hope that we will support and cooperate with each other in the future. ”

In the past, I was very timid, never dared to raise my hand to speak, the teacher asked me to answer the question I didn't dare to stand up, as soon as I spoke, I was nervous, and then Mr. Huang found out about my problem, so he took the initiative to talk to me, explained and analyzed the reasons for my timidity, gave me encouragement, gave me opportunities, asked me to answer questions in every class, and looked at me with a smile, Mr. Huang trained my courage and trained my ability. And then what I like more is that every time I answer the right teacher's questions, Teacher Huang gives me the greatest encouragement.

I like to listen to Ms. Huang's lectures, every time she will tell the text vividly, every time I can associate the story, and it is closely related to our life and study, and from time to time I also say some famous sayings, ancient poems and songs, gradually, my speaking ability has improved.

I remember one time at noon, Mr. Huang was sick and had a terrible stomach ache, and he was still taking care of us in the canteen. The classmates asked the teacher to take a break, and the teacher said that she would leave only after watching us eat a good meal.

Mr. Huang is a good teacher, and it is precisely because of such a good teacher that our Chinese scores can rise very quickly, and our class has also improved into an excellent class, Mr. Huang! We love you forever!

Combine some and you'll be your own

My most respected teacher.

One of the teachers I respect the most is my homeroom teacher, Ms. Zhang. She was as strict with us as a mother and loved us.

Teacher Zhang has long hair, she is kind-hearted and amiable. Once, my writing was crooked and very ugly. Teacher Zhang kept me and asked me to rewrite.

I was asked to write neatly and standardly, and Mr. Zhang let me go home. I hated Mr. Zhang very much at that time, and thought: Isn't it just a few words?

Isn't it all the same to write good and bad? Why write it over and over again, it's a waste of time. When I got home, I told my mom the reason for my stay, and she said to me

Words are the façade, and a person's character can be seen from the writing. Mr. Zhang's strict requirements are right, he is responsible for you, and you write a good handwriting by yourself, and no one can steal it. "After listening to my mother's words, I understood Mr. Zhang's intentions and made me admire Mr. Zhang even more.

Since then, I have been like a first-grade elementary school student, insisting on practicing calligraphy every day, no matter what homework I write, I insist on writing neatly and standardly. After a while, my handwriting became more beautiful and standardized than before, and I was praised by the teacher many times. This is the result of Mr. Zhang's strict requirements!

Mr. Zhang is strict with us in learning and cares about us in life. There are 46 students in our class, and in order to make the students devote themselves to their studies, Ms. Zhang used the break time to visit each family, and knew the family situation of each child well, so as to give us timely care. Mr. Zhang will also observe words and colors!

Whenever a classmate is sick, she always takes the initiative to ask her classmates what is wrong, whether they are taking medicine, and if the condition is serious, she will personally take her classmates to the doctor, so that the classmates' illnesses can be timely. Once, when I was playing, I accidentally broke my hand, and the teacher found out and hurriedly took me to the school clinic to deal with it. The bleeding stopped and I was put on a band-aid, and I was so excited that I was so proud to have such a demanding and caring teacher.

This is one of the teachers I respect the most, Mr. Zhang.