A 600 word weekly diary, fast junior high school level

We took the Yuping Cableway up the mountain. The first attraction is the Welcome Pine, whose branches only grow to the right, as if to salute the smiling and smiling salute of Zehongyuan. The great poets of the past, Zhen Jueyan, did not pay attention to morality, and although they left good calligraphy, they engraved the words on the belly of the Buddha.

Leaving the welcome pine, we walked towards the first line of heavenly grandchildren.

Mid-Autumn Festival Essay: Mid-Autumn Festival Night.

The night of the Mid-Autumn Festival is a beautiful and peaceful night. Families gather together to taste mooncakes and melons and fruits, and enjoy the joy of family. "Prepare for the Mid-Autumn Festival", everyone hopes to be able to reunite with the whole family during the Mid-Autumn Festival, which is human nature, but it is always impossible for the family to get their wish.

My dad is a TV journalist, and because he is busy with work, he can't spend several Mid-Autumn Festivals with us. Thinking of this, I can't help but think of Su Shi's "Water Tune Song Head": "I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles."

Today is the 15th day of the eighth month of the lunar calendar, and it is the annual Mid-Autumn Festival. In the evening, my mother and I went back to my grandmother's house for the holidays. After the reunion dinner, I went to the rooftop with my brother to admire the moon.

The moon shyly covered itself with layers of veils, and it took a long time to gently lift its veil, gradually revealing its glowing face. I looked up at the moon carefully, and my heart was filled with infinite reverie for the distant moonlit sky...

The younger brother looked at the bright moon in the sky, turned his face sideways and asked playfully, "Sister, is this a ** plate?" I felt angry and funny when I heard this, he must have remembered the ancient poem "Gu Lang Yue Xing" I taught him, and he was deliberately showing off.

So, we recited aloud to the moon: "When you don't know the moon, call it a white jade plate." and suspicious Yaotai mirror, flying in the blue clouds.

The two of us chatted and ate mooncakes with relish, including five-kernel, lotus seed paste, and barbecued pork ......My favorite is still the double yellow, take a bite, it's sweet, and it tastes great!

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, it is already late at night, and we have to reluctantly go home. I wonder what the Mid-Autumn Festival will be like next year?

The feeling of the first year of junior high school.

Today, we are no longer children who have played in the grass; Today, we are no longer elementary school students who read aloud "Moonlight in front of the bed"; Today we have said goodbye to childhood and moved towards youth. With a vision for the future, we came to the High School Affiliated to the National People's Congress and entered the first year of junior high school.

It's been a month since school started, and I have a certain understanding of the new environment. There are also many feelings in the face of the first year of junior high school.

When I was in the first year of junior high school, my first feeling was freshness. The campus is so clean and tidy, and it is full of trees; The teacher's lectures are so energetic and engaging; The students get along so well and happily; The modern library, audio-visual education center, Internet center and laboratories made me want to linger again. It's all very different from elementary school, and I find it very new and interesting.

In the first year of junior high school, the second feeling is the longing and yearning for the future. At the opening ceremony, we were excited to tie our good wishes to the balloon and release it into the blue sky. Everyone's wishes are varied, and some hope to be a home and promote China's tradition to the world; Some hope to be a journalist and let all mankind marvel at China's rapid development today; Some want to be a writer and let people hear the weak voices in the corners of society......Ideals can only be realized through action, and in the three years of junior high school, we will lay a solid foundation for the future and move towards our goals step by step.

It's the first year of junior high school, and the feeling of being nervous again. In secondary schools, especially excellent secondary schools, the competition for learning is quite fierce, and thus there is also a certain amount of pressure. If you don't pay attention to your grades, you will be at the back of the team, so you can't relax at all, and you have to be in a state of learning all the time.

We have to adapt to this intense learning atmosphere in order to achieve results in the three years of study.

It's the first year of junior high school, and I'm excited, expectant and nervous. But in any case, start from little by little, integrate into the new life, and let us face the first life of the new year with a high attitude.

Weekly Chronicle Year Month Week General Weather.

1.Introduce by borrowing.

2.Narrate things.

3.Enlighten. 4.Plan for next week.

The fixed format of the weekly diary: the date (year, month, week) and weather conditions are written at the beginning, and then the content is recorded, and most of the weekly journals have a title added.

Weekly diary: A weekly ideological record of one's thoughts, learning, and living conditions during a week (one week).

It is different from the "journal", in that the journal is recorded by what it is, without the need for decoration and sublimation of understanding, and there is no limit to how much, you can record anything every day within a week. And the weekly diary: once a week, and have a certain sublimation of their own life and learning thoughts.

The biggest difference from the diary is that it is more relaxed, but the feelings expressed are roughly the same.

A little thing that happened to me.

In ordinary life, there are so many trivial things that make people headaches, but I am always lost, so there are always stories happening to me. Just two days ago, I forgot to bring ** to the class leader, and I was in school at noon and didn't go home, so I called ** to my dad at home, because I was in a hurry, I only left a sentence: "** at the head of the bed, find it and send it."

But when I returned to the classroom after lunch, I saw a sweaty man rushing in from outside, and I saw that it was my father, and he ran over and said that he had not found it, and my heart full of hope was like being hit into the abyss by a big stone. I turned around and left, thinking that you can't even find a **. Without saying a word, Dad picked me up and got on the motorbike and drove home.

When I got home, I was stunned to find that everything in the bedside table had been emptied, and my room was a mess! Dad shook his head helplessly and said, "You said it's at the head of the bed, look, I've searched all over it, no, you have found it yourself, or not, you can figure it out yourself!"

When Dad said this, I felt how cruel Dad was to me! I won't even look for **.

But I found out afterwards that I was wrong!

I went back to school from home in a huff, not to mention how depressed I was. But when I got home at night, I was surprised to find a small bag on my desk, and when I opened it, it was actually my **. Looking at my busy dad, I couldn't stop crying.

The next morning, my father went to work early, and only my mother and I were left at home, and my mother told me that after I went back to school, my father looked for a long time at home, and I didn't even eat lunch. Hearing all this, my tears welled up again, and a warm current welled up in my heart......

Father's love is hidden in my heart, and my father is a person who is not good at expressing himself, but I feel my father's love for me, selfless love, from his silent "language".