A junior high school narrative weekly, the subject matter should be novel and urgent!!

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? Haha, this is the weekly diary I originally wrote, you see if it will work.

On Sunday morning, I woke up early and strolled the streets of Licheng to enjoy the pleasant scenery of the city morning.

As I walked down the street, I looked to the east and saw rays of light shining through the thin clouds, spilling onto the earth, on people's faces, and gilding everyone's hair, as if the morning glow was going to give everyone a laurel crown. At the same time, I felt the freshness of the morning, there was no noise in my ears, no beeping of car horns, only the morning breeze whispering in my ears, blowing my somewhat loose hair.

Morning joggers enjoy the natural beauty of nature's bounty as they run leisurely. Seeing such a scene, I also sincerely yearned for it, and I couldn't help but join the team for the morning jog. In a square on the side of the road, there are dozens of old aunts in red clothes, holding flower fans, smiling, waving their hands and twisting their waists, dancing in the morning breeze, looking very happy.

The crowd that stopped **, some of them also used "force" for it, and it seems that they also want to enter its "realm".

In the morning, how many people want to go to the time, fresh air, beautiful scenery, leisurely mood, I am deeply moved by it, and I am reminded of a sentence taught by the teacher: the plan of the day lies in the morning. I think that every Sunday morning in the future, I will get up early, go out for a walk, integrate into the environment, integrate into society, and move from morning to a better tomorrow.

Probably so, if the number of words is not enough, it will be passed by adding a few words of oil and vinegar! o( o haha

I think this article is more like a weekly journal about life on a Sunday morning! Recommend!!!

The reason why the expression of this film is not inconsistent is because modern people have mobile phones and computers, and they look at it all day, and for these electronic screens that are not film mediums but we touch every day, they become the best material for movies.

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Weekly Diary Sample Essay 3: The Harvest of Reading Ancient Poems (Weekly Diary Sample Essay for Primary School Students).

When I was in the third grade, my mother bought me 80 ancient poems, and at first I could only memorize ancient poems and didn't understand the meaning. When Mom and Dad asked me to explain, I didn't understand anything, and Mom and Dad said that you have to understand the meaning and not memorize it.

Now I open this ancient poem 80 again, some of the verses I have forgotten, I will revisit it one by one, among the many ancient poems, my favorite is the famous Tang Dynasty poet Meng Jiao's "wandering son". Whenever I read the poem "Mother's hand is on the line, and the wandering son is on the top." Before leaving, I am afraid that I will return late.

Whoever says an inch is careless, and he can hold Sanchunhui. "It will let me know how much love a great mother has for her son in the dead of night, sewing clothes for her son, and that stitch is how much a mother loves and cares about her son. It also made me feel that there is nothing greater in the world than mother's love!

Reading ancient poems is really rewarding!

Weekly Diary Sample Essay 4: A Sunny Weekend (Junior High School Weekly Diary Sample Text).

The sun shines all over the earth, and the grass and flowers on the roadside compete to enjoy the warm sunshine. A breeze blew, and the sycamore blossomed all its petals, and the whole sycamore tree became like an immortal, beckoning to me slightly. My dad and I were walking on the road.

There is a willow tree lined with grass, and the branches are very neatly arranged, like a 3,000-foot "Xingyun Waterfall". By the small river on the side of the road, I saw a grandfather who was fishing. I saw my grandfather skillfully throw the fishing rod first and wait patiently for the ......Suddenly, Grandpa's fishing rod moved, and he immediately skillfully retracted the rod and caught a big fish.

Grandpa smiled and showed it to his companions.

Huh"? How do you get sticky under your feet? I looked down and it was slimy. "Yikes"! Sticky. A drop of oil dripped onto my pants. Yes! It turned out to be the oil dripping from the tree. For the first time, I knew that trees "sweat".

The LEGO Robotics Center arrived, and an aunt came out to greet us. I'm here for a trial class. As soon as I entered the room, I was greeted by a lot of building toys, from airplanes to robots and my favorite crafts.

After coming out of Lego, my dad and I went to South Lake Park to see the azaleas in full bloom at this time. The petals of the azalea are as thin as paper, and the petals are still shining with crystals. The stamens in the flower are like candles, and a smell of its fragrance is sure to make people fascinated.

Unexpectedly, this ordinary flower is so dazzling in the sun.

Before I knew it, the sunset had dyed the rhododendrons red, and my father and I had to reluctantly go home.