The middle school weekly diary is about 500 words. Be realistic

On Sunday morning, I opened the door and stood on the balcony, the sun was warm and shining, and the flowers I planted on the balcony were bright and dazzling. I let out a long stretch, how pleasant!

Bang! Bang! There was a sound of the quilt lapping upstairs, and then cotton wool and dust fell from the sky.

I couldn't dodge it, and I was disgraced. So I couldn't help but yell upstairs, "What a shot!"

Polluted air early in the morning! But the slapping of the ants above not only did not stop, but became more violent.

Helplessly, people occupy a favorable position in the world, and I have to retreat. After a while, the beating stopped, and I hurried out, and the kettle gave a "shower" to the poor flowers who had been subjected to "air raids".

I took the opportunity to look down, yo, those water droplets fell on the quilt drying downstairs with all the sail limbs impartial, I jumped up, what should I do?

At this time, the grandmother downstairs stuck out her head and looked up. I was even more afraid, afraid that he would open his mouth and scold me. But she smiled kindly at me, and said kindly

The weather is good, it's time to water the flowers! Look how beautiful this flower is! With that, she moved the quilt to the side and went back to the house.

I was stunned, and I couldn't come back to my senses for a while. Grandma's actions seemed to give me some inspiration.

I tried to think about it, but the sound of the quilt being slapped again upstairs interrupted me. "Oh, I see! "I stuck my head out and looked up, just in time to meet my aunt who was slapping the quilt on it.

I smiled and said to her, "Auntie, the weather is so good, do you want to dry the quilt?" The aunt nodded awkwardly, and only patted it lightly twice before going back.

I tried to think about it, but the sound of the quilt being slapped again upstairs interrupted me. "Oh, I see! "I stuck my head out and looked up, just in time to meet my aunt who was slapping the quilt on it.

I smiled and said to her, "Auntie, the weather is so good, do you want to dry the quilt?" The aunt nodded awkwardly, and only patted it lightly twice before going back.

After school at noon, my mother said that she had brought me something interesting, and my curiosity lasted for a long time.

When I got home, my mother gave me a big cardboard box and said, "Open it and take it apart!" I thought: such a big box must have a big bag, so I opened the box: "Wow! A ** machine! ”

Why did you send me a ** machine? ”

Our unit's ** machine is broken, and it can only be sold for 1 yuan if you like to dismantle things, so it is better to give it to you. ”

I ran to the toolbox, took a series of tools such as hammers, screwdrivers, pliers, etc., sat on the ground and dismantled the ** machine.

I pondered and asked, "Mom, what's wrong with this, maybe I can fix it!" ”

Well, there is no sound when this **key is pressed, and there is no sound when it is connected**. ”

Just do it and pick up a screwdriver. Unplug the excess thread next to the **. Use a screwdriver to unscrew all the screws on the surface of the ** and get it.

Hey? Why don't you open it? "I stared at the **, looking around for the mystery.

I searched for a long time, and when I was desperate, a striking focus woke me up, is there something hidden behind this paper label?

I carefully poked it open with a screwdriver, "Oh, god! And guess what? There was a screw hidden behind the paper label, I unscrewed it with a screwdriver, and finally unloaded the ** machine, which contained various circuit boards.

Oh, here's the problem! "After a few hours of fiddling with me, coupled with the repair knowledge I usually accumulate, I finally repaired the ** machine.

Reassemble it, plug in the wires, and give Dad a **, ** and it's back to normal.

Playing the ** machine today is really a "famous"!

What does life taste like? Some say that it is sour, leaving many secrets of bitterness before sweetness; Some say that it is sweet and leaves many moments of joy and brilliance; Some people say that it is bitter, leaving many bumpy footprints; Some people even say that it is spicy and has left many unforgettable memories, just like Malatang, which is so spicy that it is full of tears but has a kind of fire ......

In the eyes of our generation of middle school students, life has been filled with references, that is to say, life has become plain water, light and tasteless, without a bit of taste. Is it just for the envy of classmates and the smile of teachers? No, learning is important, but aside from the references, you should see yourself and see your future.

Yes, a bright future requires a wealth of knowledge to explore, but I don't want to let learning bury me. After studying, you should broaden your horizons and let go of your brain. I will let art paint life with color, I will let ** sprinkle spices on life, and I will let literature add wonder to life.

In short, I don't want to be a so-called "high-scoring and low-ability" student, the builders of the motherland need all kinds of talents, and those who just learn by death and can't use them flexibly will definitely be eliminated by fierce social competition!

In my opinion, life should be sweet, although there will be various difficulties in life, but the dawn of overcoming difficulties is sweet after all, friends, don't forget to add some sugar to life.

In the summer vacation, the students are like an unrestrained bird, without the heavy burden of studying, without the intermittent nagging of their mothers, flying freely in their own space, playing by the swimming pool, letting the crystal water droplets jump around, to the picturesque East Lake, experiencing the different style of the lake soaked in the group shirts, walking into the lively supermarket, tasting the coolness brought by the air conditioner, sitting in front of the computer desk, and letting the computer keyboard play a wonderful movement of "crackling" between the fingers. And me? Not only was it a suffocating study assignment.

Moreover, it has also lost its original status as a parent.

Think back to the days of school. Every morning, my mom would wake up early and bring me a nutritious breakfast designed just for me. But now it's good.

My stomach growls with hunger, mom pushes dad, dad pushes mom. In the end, it was unanimously agreed that I was unreasonable and was at home on vacation, but I didn't let my parents sleep lazily and have a good rest. It's so inconsiderate of the hard work of my parents.

In the end, I could only study hungry until noon, and breakfast was saved.

In the afternoon, I was doing an exercise. Dad shouted outside, "Daughter, pour us a glass of water."

It turned out that while I was at home during the holidays, I didn't have to worry about affecting my studies. Dad invited a group of colleagues to come to the "Great Wall". Well, pour a glass of water, and forget the answer you just came up with.

Normally, you can write four exercises in an afternoon, but now you can only write one in an afternoon. I used to complain that I was lonely and bored at home alone. What now?

It's lively, but it's become a waiter.

Everyone looks forward to winter in the summer, and in the winter they look forward to the summer, and as soon as school starts, I look forward to the holidays, but I want to go to school again during the holidays. This awareness is especially strong this summer.