How to write a diary, how to use good words, how to use rhetorical sentences

The diary generally writes the title in the middle of the first line, (sometimes you don't need to write the title if you only read it yourself), and writes the year, month, day, week, and weather conditions in the second line. Write the text from the third line. The diary mainly records what I feel is necessary to write down, plus some of my own feelings.

In terms of wording, it is not necessary to be beautiful, and the words used can be truthfully recorded in their own situation. Rhetorical devices are also used according to needs. Of course, as a student, the purpose of writing a diary is to observe life, record life, feel life, accumulate life materials, and improve language expression skills.

The rhetorical aspect will also be more handy. In fact, this is also one of the purposes of keeping a diary as a student.

If it's a diary for yourself, you can record it in more detail, from things to feelings. I kept a diary for many years. Of course, there were interruptions in between.

When I look back now, I feel that only those that have been recorded in the diary are colored, and those that have not been recorded seem to be blank, and I don't remember anything. If it's just a so-called essay given to the teacher, it depends on how much of your inner world you are willing to share with the teacher. In general, a diary is a record of the mind that can be confided in as a friend.

That's why it's meaningful to have real feelings.

Diary 2 of the fifth day of the Lunar New Year: Diary of the fifth day of the Lunar New Year (380 words) Friday, February 19 Weather: Sunny Today, I went back to Nanjing, sitting next to my desk, and I felt different!

I was about to start doing my homework when there was a sudden sound of "Boom!" outside. Cracking sound!! Voice.

The sound came so suddenly that I was so startled that I almost fell off my chair! I listened carefully again, "Crackling! Cracking sound!!

Although the voice is still so loud, I sound much more "gentle" than just now, probably because I was mentally prepared this time, but not last time! During the break, I play in the living room. Suddenly, I noticed that there were firecrackers outside not only my south-facing room, but also outside my father-in-law and mother-in-law's north-facing room

AhhNow I can say "two-faced"!Haha!

I continued to do my homework, and the sound of firecrackers still echoed in my ears, and for a long, long time I thought that firecrackers were the messengers of excitement. The silent night becomes lively with it, doesn't it?

I have a nice little world of my own. Here, whether it is all kinds of toys or textbooks, I have recorded my growth process. There is the innocence of childhood, and the bitterness and bitterness of school.

The moment you walk into the house, you'll be dazzled. In that small space, there are a lot of things but they are well organized. Looking at the surrounding walls, the faint blue color makes people feel refreshed and relaxed, and a breeze blows in, as if they are in the middle of heaven and earth.

And when you open your eyes again, it's still in this small bedroom.

On the right hand side of the door is a cute baseball bat hanger, and at the bottom right of the hanger is a small, fat bedside table, which is always "crouching" there steadily, with an artistic lamp on its head. The base of the table lamp is made of matte stainless steel, which makes it look unique. The lampshade is cylindrical and slender.

There is also a super abstract painting on it (which I can understand to this day), probably by Picasso!

Next to the bedside table is my favorite cot. The small bed is 2 meters wide and 2 meters long. With him, I don't have to endure the cold on winter nights!

On the wall above it, there is my favorite anime character, Detective Conan!The foot of the bed is "leaning" against my little wardrobe, and all my clothes are packed in his "big belly"!

Next to the wardrobe is the windowsill, which is very large!My height can't stand up to the top of the head!It's because of it that my little world is filled with sunshine.

On the other side of the windowsill is a writing desk, where the four treasures of the study, dictionaries and other learning utensils are placed. Every night, I have to study, work hard, and struggle here. It's my favorite place.

Now that there are so many computers here, it's much easier for me to learn than before!Composition.

Directly behind the desk is a multifunctional bookcase – with books underneath and trinkets on top. The small bookcase holds my infinite memories. From kindergarten children's books to now middle school students' books, I have recorded my growth experience.

On the shelves above, there are ** and exquisite handicrafts that I have traveled to the north and south of the mountains.

My bedroom is so small, it's a veritable "little world", but how cozy it is!

There is a bridge in my hometown. The bridge spans the creek in front of the village and was built with funds raised by the villagers. It is 15 meters long and 5 meters wide, and is a stone bridge with a reinforced concrete deck.

The deck is very smooth, like a large stone slab that has been smoothed. Two tall stone walls support the entire bridge underneath, and the meandering river flows slowly through the middle of the arches.

I heard my father say that there was no bridge on the river when he was a child, and it was very inconvenient for the villagers to travel. Usually, adults build two logs on both sides of the river as a single-plank bridge. However, once the river flooded, the single-plank bridge was washed away, and people had to cross the river barefoot.

In autumn, the fields are full of melons and fruits, and there is a bumper harvest scene, but due to the inconvenience of transportation, the melons and fruits cannot be transported, and the income of the villagers cannot be increased.

Since the construction of the bridge, the villagers no longer have to cross the river barefoot, and the children do not have to worry about accidentally falling into the river while walking on the single-plank bridge. Every day, whether it is dawn or dusk, a string of footprints is printed on the bridge, and strings of sweat are sprinkled. It was the villagers who drove their farm vehicles safely across the small bridge to sell cash crops such as melons, fruits and vegetables.

The income of the villagers has increased.

Life is also better, and there is no need to worry about those melons and fruits rotting in the ground.

The river surging in my heart stirred up sweet waves. Whisper in the bottom of your heart: The small bridge in your hometown, you are the most beautiful bridge in the world!