Help me find two diaries for middle school students and three diaries for junior high school student

You can write about the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter, and you can also write about your classmates, teachers and alma mater. These are all topics that can be written, as long as you carefully observe the little things in life, there are topics to write about!

Reprint with preface. Chapter I.

Chapter II. Chapter III.

Chapter IV. Chapter 5.

Chapter VI. Chapter VII.

Chapter VIII. CHAPTER IX.

Chapter X. CHAPTER XI.

Chapter XII. CHAPTER XIII.

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I'm not too young now, so I should learn how to make something too. My favorite is the egg noodles that my dad makes, but sometimes when my dad is not at home, he can't eat them. My dad didn't go to work today, so I asked him to teach me how to make egg noodles.

In the evening, I asked my father to teach me how to make egg noodles, and my father agreed to teach me how to make egg noodles. It's like a poor man has found a treasure.

Dad told me to beat two eggs and then put some salt, so I did as Dad said, first beat two eggs and then put some salt. When I was about to stir the eggs, my father said, "Put some green onions."

Don't forget to cut the green onion into sections. "I thought: Oh no, I don't know how to cut shallots.

I was in a hurry when an idea slipped through my head: go ask my father. I saw that my father first cut the green onion in half, and when my father cut it halfway, I followed my father's example and cut the green onion in half

Good". Dad cut a small half of the green onion into chunks, and after Dad finished cutting it, I continued to cut the bottom one, and at first I cut it too big, and slowly I got the hang of it. I cut the green onion into small pieces and stirred them with the eggs.

The next step is to pour oil and **, I pour oil into the pan first and then turn on the heat. After a while, the oil opened, like a small flower dripping from the rain to the ground. I poured the churned eggs into the pan, and the eggs made a sizzling sound and slowly expanded.

Dad was busy turning the eggs over with a shovel, and I imitated Dad and turned the eggs over and over. After a while, the eggs were cooked, and a smell came to my nose, and I couldn't help but exclaim: "Ah!

It's so fragrant! I also stirred it with chopsticks a few times and covered the pot with a lid. After a while, a bowl of hot egg noodles appeared in front of my eyes.

My heart is sweeter than honey. I hurriedly grabbed a pair of chopsticks and devoured them.

Tonight, I ate more delicious than my father's previous egg noodles, because I made them myself, which was very rewarding. This made me also experience the joy of labor!

Mom said we were going to make dumplings today for today's dinner. I danced with joy.

We prepared the ingredients: dough and minced meat. Then I picked up a sheet of dough, spread it out in my hand, scooped up a lot of meat with a spoon, and put it in the middle of the dough, I thought to myself:

It's delicious when you have more minced meat. I folded the dough in half to wrap the filling. But there was too much stuffing, and I couldn't wrap it at all, so I hurriedly dug some and put it back, and folded the dumpling skin in half again, pinching the two ends tightly.

Ha! This time it was folded, but just when I was proud, the dumpling broke a hole! I was frightened, and hurriedly re-wrapped one, and now it was finally wrapped, but it was too ugly, it was simply a "four dislike".

I can't manage that much, so I've packed a lot of them in one go. When I looked, some of them had too much stuffing, and their stomachs were bulging, as if they were about to be worn out; Some have too little stuffing, like a skinny old man; Some of the skins were not pinched tightly, and the skins were scattered, like a beggar with tattered clothes; Look at my mother's bag again, all of them are like energetic generals. Standing on the battlefield, and I, before I got to the battlefield, I lay down.

My mother smiled and said to me, "You can't have too much stuffing, it will break if you have too much, and you can't have too little, too little will not look good." After listening to my mother's words, I nodded, and under my mother's guidance, my dumplings got better and better, and all of them looked like generals who came back from a victorious battle.

I smiled happily.