A diary is 500 words, a little more ordinary.

Write about the person or thing you see today.

Everything depends on the brain, just observe life by yourself, and you will be able to write.

How can a diary be 500 words???

The high speed is still more comfortable for the driver, and the century baby is not good.

Every time it comes to the first day of school, everyone is busy.

The morning air is good, I haven't breathed fresh air for a long time (I wake up late every time). Inhale and exhale slowly, and the whole person is much more relaxed.

New air, new pace, let go of the heavy burden in your heart, and have a new beginning.

I remember that on the first day of each semester, there would be such a sentence in my diary: "This semester must study hard, get rid of the previous bad habits, and start again!" As a result, after a semester, not only did I not study very hard, but my bad problems still did not get rid of.

But I still comfort myself in my heart and say, "Next semester, from the beginning of the next semester, you have to work really hard!" ”

The sixth grade is the adaptation stage, and if you don't do well in the exam, it doesn't matter; The seventh grade is the familiarization stage, and if you don't do well in the exam, it doesn't matter; Eighth grade, is the first stage of the sprint, if you don't do well in the exam, it matters! Maybe.

I just played in the sixth and seventh grades, and I didn't give my best effort at all, after all, I hadn't reached the important eighth grade, and I didn't do well in the exam, so I forgave myself in my heart. But, now, I'm really an eighth-grader. There are obviously more textbooks than before, and the pressure is significantly greater than before.

It's no longer the kid who doesn't understand anything.

15 years old, should be older.

Eighth grade, what does it mean to us?

One more responsibility, one less ignorance; More understanding, less capriciousness; More effort, less playfulness.

It means that you can't be like you used to be like that anymore, you have to work hard, you have to be sensible.

Looking back at the 7 school years that have passed, I find that I have changed a lot, and it is indeed different.

will no longer cry when you are wronged like before; No more falling out with friends over a favorite thing like before; No one will be excluded as before.

Tell yourself: Be worthy of the sunset ...... every day

With a new textbook in your hand and a new mindset, walk in the busy crowd and create a new beginning for yourself with your hands.

Whether it's elementary school or junior high school or high school.

You can take a look.

You have to write your own diary, and only you know what you want to write.

Today, my mother came back from shopping for vegetables early in the morning, and when she got home, she shouted: "Eat the dragon's eyes!" "I was reading a book in my bedroom and I heard it and thought to myself

Hey, what are the dragon's eyes? Curious, I ran to the living room to see what the "dragon's eyes" were.

At a glance, I realized that the longan that was originally called "longan"! Hey? At this time, I wondered, why is longan called "dragon's eye"? Curiosity forced me to find out the origin of the "dragon's eye".

I asked my parents to find out the origin of "longan". It turns out that legend has it that a long time ago, in the Fujian area, there was an evil dragon, every August when the sea tide was high, it would make waves, and countless people and animals were killed. At this time, a young man with strong martial arts, named Guiyuan, put the pork soaked in wine on the ground, and when the evil dragon saw it, his saliva flowed three thousand feet, and he ate the pork in a few bites.

In a few moments, the dragon fell to the ground drunk. At this time, Gui Yuan took the opportunity to raise the steel knife and stabbed it towards the dragon's left eye, and the dragon's eye was stabbed out, and the evil dragon rolled back and forth in pain. Just as he was about to escape, Guiyuan grabbed the dragon's horns and rode on the dragon.

When the evil dragon tried to get rid of Guiyuan, Guiyuan stabbed the evil dragon in the right eye with a steel knife, and the evil dragon's eyes were stabbed, and he screamed in pain, and life was worse than death. After a bloody battle, the evil dragon died due to excessive blood loss, and Guiyuan also died heroically due to his injuries! After that, a fruit grows in this place, which is called "longan", also known as "longan".

There are many more about the origin of "dragon's eye", do you know?

November 26th.

Sunny week 5. Today, Dad went to play badminton as usual, and Mom made an exception to go swimming. That means I'm going to be home alone. That's not going to work, I'm going to die of boredom at home alone! I came up with a way to play ball with my dad.

After that, Dad changed his clothes and went to fight. I didn't want to sit next to me, so I picked up my racket and started playing with my dad. After a few rounds, thanks to my efforts, my dad only got a little higher than me!

After a few more rounds, I lost badly. Badminton is not as simple as I thought, and it takes a lot of skills to play badminton well. Dad seemed to know my feelings, so he comforted:

Don't be discouraged, you've made a lot of progress. Let's keep up the good work next time. "Good!

I said it out loud. After playing badminton, I told myself: one day in the future, you will definitely surpass your dad!

If he doesn't like it, you can change someone.

Pick watermelons. Aunt Zhang is a colleague of her mother and lives in Xinpu, a suburb of Zunyi. She invited us to pick watermelons from them.

One day, she went to Sinpu with her father, mother, and me. It was already about 5 o'clock in the afternoon, we got on the bus to Xinpu and went straight to Xinpu, on the way, there were endless green mountains and green waters, farmhouse crops, corn had already ripened, some had been harvested, long cowpeas hung on the vines one by one, grapes were almost ripe, and bunches were hanging dripping. What I saw was a picture of a bent harvest.

But the car drove too fast, and all kinds of scenery flew behind like arrows. We got off the bus, and at this time, I realized that the car we were sitting in was a new car from Jishunda Bus Company. I was in the middle of my excitement, and suddenly my father called me, and before I knew it, I got into the van again, got out of Xinpu, and went straight to Zhongqiao.

When we arrived at Zhongqiao, a man with a hand-eye disability came out to greet us, he was a classmate of Aunt Zhang. I called him uncle, and he nodded happily. Although his hands and eyes are disabled, and his legs are still a little lame, God is really unfair sometimes, as if all misfortunes have befallen him alone.

He hasn't started a family yet, perhaps because of his disability. But he was very industrious, he didn't complain, and lived happily. One man planted watermelons, grapes, eggplants, cowpeas, cucumbers, and cabbage.

Now it is a pleasure for people in the city to go to the countryside to pick fresh fruits, or I have picked strawberries, cherries, bayberry, and corn, but I have not picked watermelons, and today I can get my wish. My uncle seemed to see my thoughts, and he knew that I wanted to pick watermelons quickly, and he said, "Let's go to dinner, and we'll go pick watermelons after dinner."

The thought of picking watermelons in a moment filled my heart with joy, and I was so happy that I didn't even bother to eat, and when they finished eating, I pulled them and ran to the watermelon field.

At this time, night slowly fell, and we arrived at the watermelon field, wow, a green watermelon vine hidden a large yellow and green watermelon, round and spread all over the ground. This is the first time I have seen the watermelon field, I am happy, we went down the watermelon field, looking at the big watermelon one by one, I suddenly thought of the story of Zhu Bajie eating watermelon, telling the story of Zhu Bajie to pick watermelon, saw a big one, cut into four pieces, originally a piece for the master, one for the sand monk, one for the monkey brother, but then all eaten. But I'm not Zhu Bajie, I won't be so greedy, we chose three big watermelons, one for Aunt Zhang, one for my family, and one for my grandparents.

National Day holiday. Mom and Dad took me and my sister to Tianmu Lake to play. We packed our things on the 2nd and set off. We came to the gate of Tianmu Lake, only to see two gates with the words "Benevolent Leshan" and "Wise Lewai". As soon as I entered the gate, I went to Tianmu Lake Water World.

Dumplings 450 words.

Today is the weekend and our family gets together to make dumplings.

Dad first went to the market to buy dumpling wrappers and fresh pork, and then minced the meat. Next is to make dumplings.

Mom told us to wash our hands first and then dry them. My mother began to teach me step by step, and I saw my mother spread a piece of dumpling wrapper on her left palm, and then scooped some meat with a spoon and placed it in the middle of the dumpling wrapper. I watched carefully and followed my mom step by step.

Then, my mother dipped her hand in some water and applied it around the dumpling wrapper, and I asked suspiciously, "Why do you want to apply this water?" Mom smiled and said

This prevents the skin from being too dry and difficult to stick together, you see, "Mom said and demonstrated, she first closed the two sides of the skin, wrapped the meat, and then used the index finger and thumb of both hands to glue the skin together and beat it into beautiful folds, so that a beautiful and lovely dumpling like a crescent moon with a bulging belly was made. Although the dumplings I make are not as beautiful as my mother's, I am confident that I can surpass my mother.

Haha, the next step, of course, is to cook dumplings. Cooking, too, is particular, you must first boil the water, and then put in the dumplings, so that the boiled dumplings will not be old, and the skin will not break. After the dumplings were cooked, my mother fished out the dumplings one by one and put them in a bowl, the house was filled with the aroma of dumplings, and our family tasted them with relish, and I was the happiest, because I finally learned to make dumplings.

Experimental Primary School 3rd Grade: Liang Jiaxin.

Make dumplings. There are many things in my memory, like stars in the sky, that I can't count. I'll pick one of the brightest stars and tell you about it!

One day, I went to my teacher's house. As soon as I arrived at the teacher's house, I heard a lot of noise in the house. I asked the teacher what was wrong. The teacher said, "Let's make dumplings today." "I thought: Oops! What if I don't know how to foreskin?

I started packing. The teacher said, "I bought this skin in the market myself."

To hold the skin with your left hand, then dip your right hand in the water, then rub it on the skin, wrap the filling, and finally wrap the skin. "I didn't look good at first, but the teacher taught us how to make a dumpling that could stand up. I still can't wrap well.

However, I didn't give up, I kept wrapping, and finally I made a paper-plane shaped dumpling. Listening to the crown on the opposite side wrapped a signature dumpling, we laughed and smiled happily. The teacher came to check and asked the boys to pinch the skin tightly, and we pinched it to the tightest as if it were glued together.

The crown wrapped another dumpling like his ears. I said, "You can do it!"

I saw that everyone made a lot of dumplings, and I wrapped them seriously. After a while, we made more than 40 dumplings. We all laughed.

After wrapping, the teacher went to cook it for us. After a while, the fragrant dumplings were freshly baked. The students said as they ate, "It's delicious, it's delicious." Among them, Yang He said: "Next time we want to pack." Next time I buy 10 pounds. ”

I thought: next time I'll pack a few better ones.