Weekly diary 200 300 words or so Write about the actual points in real life

4th week of November 2012.

Our class ushered in the weekly shift that can only be taken for a year, and I hope that I can be sent to other classes to check, how majestic it is! But it's not as good as it could be. They actually sent me to pick up garbage.

Fortunately, it was picked up in the school building. But if you run into an acquaintance, what a loss of face! So keep your head down.

Even when he met the teacher, he just hid away in horror. I don't even have the courage to say hello.

In fact, the floor was quite clean, and there was nothing to pick up, so I just stupidly watched my classmates shuttling back and forth in the hallway. If you have nothing to do, you just lean on the window of the aisle and look outside, because there is no clock and I don't know the time. I had to look at the place where my classmates were standing guard from a distance.

I didn't go back to the classroom until they dispersed.

I just hold a clip every day, and I don't know what I'm picking up. It can only be said that picking one up counts as one. Fifteen minutes in the morning and fifteen minutes in the middle of the day, that's a long time!

Nanqiao Town Experimental Middle School Class 7 (6) No. 43 Xu Cheng.

Idea: Do what you find interesting during the week.

This week, our whole family made ravioli.

My mother and grandmother made the stuffing, they first washed the leeks, then chopped the leeks, mixed them with the meat puree, stirred constantly, and finally added condiments, so that the filling was made.

Here's where the two men come out. Just do it, and our whole family has its own responsibilities. My grandmother and I were in charge of making the wontons, my dad was in charge of spreading the wonton wrappers and putting the fillings, and my mother was in charge of cooking the wontons.

I folded the wonton wrappers in half and then folded them in half, then gently twisted around the corner, and then gently dipped the two skins together with water, and in a blink of an eye, a wonton was wrapped. Grandma's wrapping is skinny ravioli, and I'm wrapping fat ravioli, hehe, it's so interesting!

At the end, I ate the ravioli I wrapped myself, and I thought it was very delicious!

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?

The weekly diary in life mainly writes about the feelings of life.

Elementary? Or junior high school? Do you want to have depth?

The fifth grade is over. We're in for a new summer vacation. In the first week of this summer vacation, my triple-A school also opened.

I am happy. Because of participating in the triple-A school, I can not only learn a lot of knowledge, but also play with my classmates in the Olympiad class.

Today is the first day of school, and the principal gave us an important speech. The principal said, "Your study tasks this holiday are very difficult.

Because Jianzi guessed that there are many key middle schools, such as the High School Affiliated to Western University of Technology and the High School Affiliated to Jiaotong University, they all have to come to us to select students. If you do well, you will be admitted to their junior high school. Only when they go to junior high school can they go to their key high school in the future.

If you go to a key high school, you will be able to be admitted to a key university in the future. Therefore, this is a re-choice in your life. This choice will affect you for the rest of your life.

You have to find pressure on yourself, only when there is pressure can you be motivated, and only when you are motivated can you learn well. I hope you can all be admitted to key schools from our teaching class. ”

After listening to the principal's words, I secretly made up my mind: I must not be afraid of hardships, study hard, and strive to "be on the list" and "hit the list" in the battle to sprint to a famous school.

Today, I went to the supermarket with my mother. At the door of the supermarket, I saw it.

It was a beggar with a bowl beside him with a lot of bits and pieces of money on it, and the beggar was kneeling on the ground and seemed to be muttering something in his mouth. Ah, he, isn't he the one I saw the day before yesterday, he also bumped into me, but he didn't apologize, yes, it's him, it's him, my eyes were angry, and I suddenly remembered the day before yesterday.

He seemed to see me and buried his head in it, and I was so angry that I could only stare dryly, hum. gave him a look like an enemy.

When I returned home, I felt angry when I thought about it, but I felt compassion and sorrow for the beggar: I have my own wealth, why not create it, my hands are the greatest wealth.