Diary 250 words 5 minutes to complete, journal 250 words

I love flying kites. Every time I fly a kite, all my worries will be thrown out of the clouds, and I will be very happy and proud to fly the kite high and far away.

Today was a good day to fly a kite, and early in the morning, I took the kite to the park.

After choosing an open field, I asked a child to help me hold up the kite, and I ran by myself. But the sky is not beautiful, there is not a breeze blowing, and the kite can only fly by relying on my running. But as soon as I stopped, it fell rapidly.

Don't play, don't play, it's not fun at all! I lost my patience and said disappointed and irritated. At this time, an amiable old man came over with a long dragon kite in his hand and said to me with a smile

Kid, why don't you let it go? "No wind, no flying. I said.

The old man patted me on the shoulder and said to me seriously: "Life is like flying a kite, it can't be smooth sailing forever, you will encounter a lot of setbacks, and it is precisely because of these setbacks that success is more exciting!" "Hmm.

I nodded knowingly. It didn't take long for a breeze to blow, and my kite flew into the sky on its own, as if it had sensed, and I quickly grabbed the ball of thread. It didn't take long for my kite to fly high, and inadvertently, I looked up and saw my grandfather's dragon kite swaying high in the sky, like a real dragon flying in the sky.

Through this kite flying experience, I not only gained the joy of flying, but also learned a simple truth: life cannot be smooth sailing, there will be many difficulties and obstacles, and only by overcoming these difficulties and obstacles can we achieve success.

Mom, you've worked hard.

Growing up, you cared about me every moment.

I remember one time, on a rainy day, I was sick, you were very busy with work, but you gave up your job, told me, reassured me not to be afraid, I was naïve at that time, I believed you, you gave me a little drip, gave me a little medicine. It's been a long time, but it's not good. You were anxious, scared, and the black hair turned into white hair in a blink of an eye, but you didn't care about it, and you were busy giving me an infusion.

Sometimes you buy an apple and ask me if I want to eat it, and I nod it with that heavy head, and you're busy peeling the apple for me. That's one of the things you've worked for me.

Mom, no matter how busy you are, you will take a little time to teach me, and my grades will gradually improve, this is all your work!

This is my mother's love for me, and my daughter will never forget it, because mother's love is great, so I will always be my mother, I really want to say to my mother: I love you!

Last Saturday, Zhou Yuheng and Wu Qianyang agreed to play together. We went to bake sweet potatoes, danced, and went to Song Yanjun's house. On the way to Song Yanjun's house again, we were blowing a cool breeze and had indescribable joy in our hearts.

Zhou Yuheng rode me, and Wu Qianyang rode a car alone. I said to Zhou Yuheng: "Why don't I ride you!"

Zhou Yuheng immediately said: "Okay! And so we embarked on a thrilling journey.

I rode crookedly, but soon I was on my feet. I looked at the bridge in front of me and became scared. The dragon head shook, and then almost knocked Zhou Yuheng down, Zhou Yuheng immediately jumped down when he saw this, so as not to cause a big disaster.

This is thrilling and fearful!

Falling from the sky".

When I was queuing up after school tonight, I had just walked a few steps when I heard a noise, and at first glance, it turned out to be a drink bottle. "Oh! Who dares to do such a thing without public morality!

Wen Xinrong shouted. Xiao Deng said to me, "This person is littering!

I said, "I really don't have a sense of public morality, I don't know if I will hit someone?" I think it's very likely that those sixth-grade older siblings threw it.

Alas! Nowadays, we often find this situation in our school! If everyone takes good care of their school, our school will be more prosperous.

Answer: The diary is 250 words.

At noon today, the three classmates went to throw a bag of golden eggshells together, and I also went to help, but I couldn't lift it on the left or move it on the right. Harvey proposed, "Let's drag it out."

But as soon as I walked the bag, a small hole was drawn, and the hole became bigger and bigger, and the golden eggshells on the last road were like little people walking down the stairs.

One of my brothers and I grabbed a broom and a bucket and went to sweep the garbage on the stairs. We first swept the golden eggshells from the first floor to the third floor, piled them together and swept a clean path for walking.

My brother and I picked up the broom and swept it hard, I put the bucket under the first floor, and swept it down one by one, and the golden eggshells came up like seawater, and soon the bucket was full. My brother and I took turns taking out the garbage, and finally the garbage on the stairs was finally gone! But there is still one at the door, I asked my brother:

Do you want to sweep the doorway? The elder brother said, "Sweep it to the garbage can."

Finally swept up. I went upstairs in high spirits.