Find the four weekly diaries of the fifth and sixth grades about 300 children, not less than 250 chi

I'm also going to find someone to help write a weekly diary.

Now we are all busy with schoolwork, and all the time we should have taken off is taken up to study, and we are overwhelmed by piles of homework, but if you really ask us, "What do you want most?" "Most of us will tell you frankly – praise, not freedom.

Yes, why do we learn? It's just for the praise of teachers, elders, and classmates. Write homework seriously, take the first exam, go to a good school, for what? It's also to praise ......

Praise is our affirmation, praise and encouragement, is a kind of spiritual necessity, with praise, only then can we continue to make efforts, only then can we have glorious achievements. However, how harsh the teachers and elders are on their praise! When the children and students did good deeds to report the good news, although they said that they were indescribably happy in their hearts, they still looked indifferent on their faces, and they used a few simple words to dismiss us and pour cold water on us.

Suddenly, the joy was blown away like ashes by the wind, and what was left? Only a sigh of helplessness. So he was no longer angry, and he no longer tried; So I lost my self-motivation; So I don't want to tell others the good news, so that the good things will disappear in my heart and become a permanent memory ......

We hope that parents and teachers can give us praise again and again, even if it is a word of praise, an encouraging look, a sincere smile ......But they disappointed us again and again, blew away our joy again and again, and in this colorful world, there was less warmth.

However, who will really listen to our heartfelt cry? Who will really understand our thoughts? And who will really give us the praise we need most to fill the wounds in our hearts?

It's so classic, let the seat cross the street and clean up, just write it.

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Now someone helps, who will help with the exam.

Go shopping! The air is so fresh today, my mom and I are going to go shopping. We dressed ourselves up and then walked out into the street with our own bags!

As soon as I got out on the street, I was clamoring for candy and food, and my mother said, "You have to eat as soon as you go out on the street, and I won't take you to the street next time." When I heard what my mother said, I immediately shut up and went shopping with my mother without a sound.

We went to the wet market, to the clothing store, and so on, and so on, and so on. Finally, we went shopping for 2 hours, and my mom bought a lot of things, a dish to eat at noon, a few beautiful clothes, and of course, my snacks! In the end, we went home with a full load!

What a fun day! Because I bought a lot of delicious snacks!

Mid-Autumn Festival Essay: Mid-Autumn Festival Night.

The night of the Mid-Autumn Festival is a beautiful and peaceful night. Families gather together to taste mooncakes and melons and fruits, and enjoy the joy of family. "Prepare for the Mid-Autumn Festival", everyone hopes to be able to reunite with the whole family during the Mid-Autumn Festival, which is human nature, but it is always impossible for the family to get their wish.

My dad is a TV journalist, and because he is busy with work, he can't spend several Mid-Autumn Festivals with us. Thinking of this, I can't help but think of Su Shi's "Water Tune Song Head": "I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles."

Today is the 15th day of the eighth month of the lunar calendar, and it is the annual Mid-Autumn Festival. In the evening, my mother and I went back to my grandmother's house for the holidays. After the reunion dinner, I went to the rooftop with my brother to admire the moon.

The moon shyly covered itself with layers of veils, and it took a long time to gently lift its veil, gradually revealing its glowing face. I looked up at the moon carefully, and my heart was filled with infinite reverie for the distant moonlit sky...

The younger brother looked at the bright moon in the sky, turned his face sideways and asked playfully, "Sister, is this a ** plate?" I felt angry and funny when I heard this, he must have remembered the ancient poem "Gu Lang Yue Xing" I taught him, and he was deliberately showing off.

So, we recited aloud to the moon: "When you don't know the moon, call it a white jade plate." and suspicious Yaotai mirror, flying in the blue clouds.

The two of us chatted and ate mooncakes with relish, including five-kernel, lotus seed paste, and barbecued pork ......My favorite is still the double yellow, take a bite, it's sweet, and it tastes great!

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, it is already late at night, and we have to reluctantly go home. I wonder what the Mid-Autumn Festival will be like next year?

It was an ordinary scene, but it was also an unforgettable one.

On that day, the drizzle was pouring down, which made people feel a little cool. I was walking down the street and saw a woman in front of me holding a little girl in her hand, probably about two years old. His clothes were tattered and dirty, and he looked at the crowd of passers-by with begging eyes.

The child was dark and thin, with fingers in his mouth and stomach in the other, and I think they hadn't eaten for days. There were some onlookers around, and I couldn't help but stop and watch.

At this moment, a young boy of six or seven years old came over and looked at them with curiosity. I heard one woman say, "Little friend, give us some money, we haven't eaten for days, so have mercy on us!"

I looked at the little girl again, she was so young, and she didn't have the carefree look of a child of that age, but it made people feel like they had been through a lot of things. Look at the woman again, her eyes full of anticipation, silently begging the little boy. The little boy reached for a crumpled five-dollar note and handed it to the woman.

Don't give it to her! A beautiful young aunt said, "She's so good, why don't she go looking for a job, why bother begging here!" The people around him started talking:

Yes! It's definitely a lie! "These people are so hateful, they only pretend to be pitiful to gain the sympathy of others!

The little boy hesitated and reached back.

After a few minutes, the little boy reached out again and gave the woman the five dollars, which had been held hot. Only said in a sweet voice: "I believe in her!" Then he walked away.

I was stunned, and everyone was stunned, all amazed at what the little boy did. I was even more moved by his words. I thought the little boy would put the five dollars away and go shopping himself, but he gave the money to the woman.

You can see how much the little boy believed in this woman, and how much he sympathized with her! The people present also took out money to give the woman one after another, only the beautiful aunt just now was still stunned.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and a gust of wind was blowing, making people feel a little cold. Looking at the little boy's distant back, I felt a trace of warmth pouring into my heart, making my whole body warm. Looking back at the beautiful aunt who was just there, I suddenly felt that she was not very beautiful either

When I got home, I thought back to the scene and fell into deep thought. Although it was an ordinary scene, it moved me very much and made me unforgettable.

By the small bridge in front of my house, there is a very tall and burly magnolia, every time I see it, I am very emotional, because it has witnessed my growth. Today I saw it again - Old Tree, can I talk to you?

It is said that you were planted in the year I was born, and you should be the same age as me, but you have grown so fast, and now you are several times as tall as me. (The wind blew the branches gently patting my shoulders, the leaves rattled, and I heard the old tree laugh and say, "Xiaofang, you have also grown very tall!")

Old tree, I really like you, from a distance you look like a magical green mushroom, up close you look like a huge umbrella, standing under you, often have a kind of chick hiding under the wings of the mother chicken. Saying that you are old is really not old, look, it is late autumn, the grass has withered, the flowers have withered, many other trees are shivering in the cold autumn wind, the withered yellow leaves are constantly falling, but you are always full of life, each of your leaves is green and fat, shining in the sun.

Remember, Old Tree? I spent all my early childhood years by your side. The little house next to you used to be where mom worked.

I was just born, and you had just put down roots here. Mom said, when you were a child, you couldn't help but be weak, and I didn't "fertilize" you a lot - so, I still have a share of credit for your growth! So, you leaned on the bridge and the water, and soon grew up.

I am most infatuated with you in early summer, your green leaves are full of white and beautiful flowers, and the fragrance of flowers attracts many butterflies and bees, and also attracts me, I wander and wander around you.

I really like you, old tree, the air is fresh beside your tall body, and the sky is high among your thick foliage. With you, I'm growing, and so are you. Old tree, I like you so much!