If you ask for a diary of 400 words, it should be true.

I learned to find beauty.

On the growing boulevard, beauty is like a colorful little flower on the roadside, dancing in the spring rain, swaying in the vigorous summer thunder, spinning in the bleak autumn wind, and standing tall in the winter snow. As long as you observe carefully and keep an eye on your surroundings, you will find that, in fact, beauty is all around us.

On a spring day when "the little lotus shows its sharp corners", walk aimlessly on the streets, enjoying the fresh breath of nature drenched by the spring rain. I saw a large group of people in front of me, it turned out that I don't know which immoral and mischievous guy opened the manhole cover, a passer-by was trapped inside, and several young and strong men were trying to pull the passer-by up, and the crowd of onlookers gradually dispersed. I could see the rescued person clearly, wearing a straight suit and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, perhaps trapped, looking a little tired, and his hair a little messy, but his eyes were still bright.

He pulled on his suit, put aside the briefcase in his hand, put the manhole cover back on the ground, and then left in good spirits. Caring for the personal safety of others is love! In the winter day of "thousands of trees and pear blossoms", the sky is fluttering with clear snow, a few children wearing red vests are holding loudspeakers, some holding signs, and some are holding donation boxes, their hands and faces are frozen red, just like their red vests, there are not many pedestrians on the road, they rush over as long as they see a passerby, surround him, when the man generously takes out his wallet to donate, they thank the person loudly, and bow neatly; Someone also waved their hands mercilessly to let them go away, the red vests seemed to have lost their luster, and they all looked a little lost, but they also quickly collected their moods and rushed towards the next passerby.

I wondered who they were donating for, so I waved to them, and they ran up to me, one by one, saying, "Sister, give a love and help the children with leukemia!" I took out the money and stuffed it into the cash box happily, they looked at each other and smiled, their little faces turned redder, and they said in unison

Thank you, thank you. Looking at their distant backs, the red vest was like a burning flame, which made people's hearts warm.

Give your own love, this is love!

Growing up itself is an extremely painful thing, not only when you know that you are wrong and you don't have the opportunity to correct it, but also some of the pain you have to face - separation, and some of the transformations you have to go through, and so on, all of which add up to your youth.

Those youthful memories, those innocent thoughts, those words that touch the heart, those who once gave you infinite courage in the days of your inferiority, those who rejoiced with you in the days of your pride, those who let you know that there are many people in this world that are worthy of your cherishment. All of these have made you and me youthful.

Things are people, not everything, I look at the years and want to cry first.

Cherish the youth, but there is no emotion, look forward to the autumn and autumn, a few points of sycamore rain.

The warm rain and light wind are frozen at the beginning, the sun is high and the smoke is gathering, and it is more sunny at the end of the day.

How nice it would be if life was just the first sight! In that case, I will never expect any gorgeous ending, so that time will stand still at the moment when you and I first meet!

After all, people have to lose their feathers in the struggle, and eventually turn their feathers into butterflies. Not all growth has to bear the pain of parting and separation, not all growth is accompanied by a ** tear, and then put on a mask and say, I am not alone. I think that since I firmly believe that I can turn a feather into a butterfly, I should endure the pain and bite through the cocoon I weave, and since I firmly believe that I can become an eagle, I should work hard to flutter my wings!

I don't regret the ending, whether it's good or bad, maybe there may not be a rainbow after the storm, but I can still harvest the clarity of the sky!

You and my youth don't need to be sacrificed, please don't treat life as hell, and don't waste your youth, it's not that youth forgets us, but that you and I see it too cheaply.

One day, I was holding an extracurricular book and reading it with relish.

Suddenly, my mother asked me aloud, "What are you reading?" Is it "one practice per lesson" in Chinese, or "synchronous practice" in mathematics?

After saying that, she walked over again, and suddenly, she cried out as if she had discovered a new world: "Why are you reading such books?" Make this book disappear or I'll let it be in pieces!

I know my mother's temper, she dares to act. But I still begged my mother: "Mom, this is not an ordinary book, it is "Childhood" written by Gorky.

Besides, I borrowed this book from my classmates, so you can't mess around. "I don't care what Gorky or Lower Gorky you are. The exam is coming soon, and you don't look at synchronous exercises, one practice per lesson, but you read this kind of book, you disappoint me so much.

After that, he came to snatch my book again. I hurriedly picked up the book and ran upstairs, until I had hidden the book, and then I was relieved to go downstairs to receive my mother's education ......

Mom, I really want to say to you: please understand me. Revision is really important, but extracurricular books are also important!

Teachers often ask us to read some extracurricular books to broaden our horizons and supplement the knowledge that we can't learn in class. But you want me to watch what synchronous exercises all day long, one practice per lesson. I'm not small anymore, plus my usual grades are also good, I have my own measure, please give me a little space!

Why are you still asking questions here, didn't I tell you that I would borrow you to copy it, by the way, don't use my avatar again, otherwise you will bear the consequences.

At dinner on Sunday afternoon, I volunteered to hold a family quiz at home, but my parents refused to agree after repeated requests. I am a small examiner, put forward the rules, all rush to answer, the first guess the word puzzle, the second guess the afterword, guess a family ten. The winner played with the computer for a week and lost washing the dishes and chopsticks for a week.

The rules are certain, and Mom and Dad said in unison, "Let's start now!" I picked up the microphone, cleared my throat and said

What is the word that is one horizontal difference at the top and a little less at the bottom? Start answering! Mom said

It's not a word! I said, "Okay, add 10 points, mom keep trying."

At the same time, Dad was not far behind and said, "Let's get started!" I said

There are also up and down dropping two grains of sand, like a cross, and they start to answer. Dad blurted out and said, "That's not simple, it's a card word."

Now the charade is over and the aftermath contest begins. "As soon as I gave the order, my parents were ready. I order:

The turtle cushioned the foot of the bed and began to answer. Mom and Dad seemed a little bit wrong, and began to rack their brains to think about it, I hinted a little, and Dad said magically: "Hard brace."

I clapped my hands, but my mother seemed a little unconvinced, and I said, "Mom, you have to come on, don't be discouraged." "Dad and Mom were thinking again, and I reminded them several times, but they still hadn't guessed."

I finally said the answer: "head picking" Dad and Mom suddenly realized. The game continues ......

Go find Luo Guanzhong, he's waiting for you.