Essay on a torn diary book 450 words

I often hear teachers say that mother's love is selfless and warm. However, I have never understood how selfless and warm a mother's love is.

When I was in kindergarten, the teacher taught us a lot of songs about my mother. Whenever I sang to my mother, she would have a big smile on her wrinkled face, and her smile always made people feel very comfortable, very refreshing, and very gentle.

From that childish childhood, when I walked briskly, in the blink of an eye, I had reached the fifth grade, I had grown up, and I knew a lot. At this point, I understood why the teacher said that.

During the Chinese New Year, my mother and I went to the streets to buy things for the Chinese New Year. At that time, I really wanted to buy a diary to record everything that happened to me and my classmates at school, and take it out to read when I grew up, maybe it is the best memory of the unique. I told my mom about my idea.

What is there to buy, there are many things to buy these days" Mom said angrily, and turned around and left. I sadly followed my mother, thinking to myself: Isn't it just a diary, what's the big deal, is it necessary to be so angry?

It's almost my birthday, and I don't think they will buy me a gift, not even a diary, so they won't be able to give a gift. On the evening of my birthday, I pushed open the door, and the dark room suddenly lit up. "Happy Birthday!

The whole room was filled with the sound of the voice, and the applause. "Yes, this journal is your gift. "In front of me was a big cake and a sparkling diary.

Mom, I'm sorry. My nose ached, and I threw myself into my mother's arms and said, "I won't be so willful next time." Only then did I realize that my mother had deliberately done it that day to surprise me.

Mom, your love is warm, and in this warm love, I gradually grow up; Mom, your love is great, and I have learned a lot in this great love. Thank you, my dear mother.

On top of the bell full of oracle bones, read the spirituality of the motherland's childhood; On the Great Wall full of beacon fires, read the boldness of the motherland's youth; On the land full of poetry and science, read the mature ...... of the motherland in its prime

I want to say but I don't want to say it, I have also seen the weakness of the motherland, on the scorched ruins of the Old Summer Palace, I see the motherland as a pool of blood; On Deng Shichang's brave "Zhiyuan Ship", I see the motherland as a fire. But my motherland did not sink, and in the eastern part of Asia, with my broad arms, I lifted up the mountains and seas, took the descendants of Yan and Huang in my arms, repaired the broken years with thatch and adobe bricks, and fed the hungry life with wild herbs and gruel. Mr. Nakayama, start the rules in the dark.

Drawing a strategy for governing the country, ***, in the barren land, supporting the flesh and bones of the nation; , magnify the pupils that have been through the vicissitudes of life, guide the motherland with many disasters and difficulties, and magically walk through the wind and rain of the century!

Along the source of the Yellow River and the Yangtze River, drift down, cross Hukou, break through the Guandong, walk the Three Gorges, and run to the sea. In the Hexi Corridor and the North China Plain, I see the richness and vastness of the motherland, and the transcendence of the motherland day and night; In the Yangtze River Delta and the Pearl River Delta, look at the nobility and majesty of the motherland, and see the neon lights of the motherland's prosperity flickering day and night, as bright as the ...... of the Milky Way

Give me the motherland of skin color, give me the motherland of wisdom and courage. Although in the countryside, there are still longing eyes of dropout children; Although there are still laid-off female workers in the cities and towns who complain helplessly, I know that there are more waves of reform one after another, breaking through the shackles of the old concepts and the old system, and ushering in the majestic sunrise of the new century!

This is a motherland that has eliminated the old and established the new. This is a boiling rising motherland; This is a motherland that is in full swing. There are so many words that I have become a history, and my words are so many that they can form a galaxy, but the most spoken and emotional sentence is - take off the motherland, the motherland is auspicious, and the motherland is auspicious.

The protagonists of the "Book Tearing War" are Peng and Tu. The students in our class were all witnesses.

Here's the thing: During recess, Peng, a student on duty, was meticulously cleaning the classroom full of confetti. He swept and swept to Tu's seat and found that there was garbage under the table.

Peng yelled at Tu: "There is garbage under your seat!" Tu was having a good time with others and ignored Peng.

The teacher used to announce that if there was garbage under someone's seat, if they didn't pick it up in time, they would deduct a star. So, Peng walked over, took out Tu's language book, and deducted a star from him. Tu was not convinced, snatched Peng's language book and tore it up.

When Peng saw it, he was very angry, his eyes were red, like a crazy beast, and he also snatched Tu's language books, tearing them one by one, and the shredded paper fell from the air in a circle, as if he was sad about his situation! After a while, Tu's language book became a pile of waste paper. After witnessing this, some students hurriedly told the teacher that the war had finally been quelled.

A trivial matter, but it triggered a fierce "book tearing war", which deeply hurt the friendship between classmates. If we all remember to love each other, how harmonious and beautiful the world would be!

This afternoon, Teacher Lian was reading a book on the bookshelf. When I saw Zheng Xiaoming's "Grimm's Fairy Tales", I don't know how the book became tattered, and the pages became one by one.

Teacher Lian was very angry, she told us that her father had also collected books before, and he took the books to the sun every time, and disinfected them with alcohol to remove the bacteria on them to protect the books, because there are many bacteria on people's hands, so they need to be disinfected.

Teacher Lian also told us that she had read an article before, which was about a class in a reading class, and their class was very quiet, so quiet that there was no sound of turning a book, they gently turned and took it gently.

However, some students in our class did not care about books very much, and even tore up the books, which is really undeserved.

Brief comment: Yes, books are our teachers and friends, and we should love books as much as we love our eyes.

A very unhappy thing happened today. I write half-heartedly, and my words are crooked like many tadpoles. Mei Da yelled at me in a super loud voice, "Get out of the study!" ”。

The scorching sun outside was like a pillar of fire burning in a furnace, but Meida's anger burned like a raging fire. I was terrified, because Mei Dasheng was angry and would ignore me.

But after she taught me, she tore up the diary, and I felt aggrieved and tolerant. I was so sad that I had the feeling of watching the vegetables I had worked so hard to grow being plucked out by others. Mei Da slowly regained her calm mood and reasoned with me seriously.

I also realized that if I don't write seriously, perfunctory things are like covering my ears and stealing the bell, and I will suffer in the end.

Through communication, my mood is much better, and I will do everything seriously in the future.

In the quiet campus, the junior high school students are nervously facing the high school entrance examination. The second year of junior high school is also working hard to review the raw land and try to get the first A. The first year of junior high school is also tormented by the newly started weekly examination system.

Perhaps it was because we were too nervous about studying, and the school leaders deliberately played some jokes with us.

The birth hall entrance examination is coming, and the people are breathless. At this time, college students can graduate, so the graduation photos of college students began to go viral on the Internet. One of the things that attracted us the most was of course tearing books.

So a few days before the entrance exam, a few students with excellent grades but hated the geography teacher began to tear up the geography books and review materials, and then threw them out the window, which was simply spectacular. Although then they relaxed and were happy. However, the next day, people from the Education Department began to question them.

By Friday's radio conference, their glorious deeds were finally known to the whole school. The names of several of them also left an impression on the hearts of the whole school, but the impression was not because of the bad thing of tearing up the book, but because the words of the director of the education department were memorable. He started by saying the names of the classmates, but they got their last names wrong, making the class laugh.

Even the head teacher couldn't hold it down, and then he began to talk about what happened, and after a few words, the classmates couldn't help laughing, and the head teacher couldn't help it, pretending to be wiping the blackboard.

As the saying goes, blessings are incomparable, and disasters are not only the right answers in biology class after the birth test, but in fact, there is no good place to be right, because the questionnaires are all received, and who remembers the answers. No, a classmate's story will be reduced to pieces. After class, the classmate was about to take out the garbage when he saw his friend sitting on the windowsill chatting with others.

So he was clever enough to pat the man on the head. The guy took an arrow step and kicked it up, but he didn't kick it, but the fragments in his hand were uncontrollable and flew down the stairs again. It's two of the same events in one class, one month.

This time, the Education Department felt that the broadcast would be useless. So, after school, the director came to our class to educate us. I always thought that the first half of his life was very reasonable, but in the second half he actually brought us into the topic of life ideals, and talked about how difficult it is for parents to provide for us to go to school.

I didn't dare to laugh at the time, but after class, my classmates burst into laughter.

The campus, a place full of tension and at the same time without losing the vitality of youth.