Junior High School Weekly Diary Integrity 400 500 words

Junior high school life is like flowers, delicate and moving; Junior high school life is like wisps of green smoke, curling smoke; The life of junior high school is like a drizzle, continuous. The junior high school life I had coexisted with troubles, sweetness and melancholy. The three often coincide with each other, neither dodging nor dodging, which makes me at a loss.

Compared with junior high school, there is no repeated supervision in primary school life, and strict discipline is indeed much inferior. Junior high school life is intense and orderly, and although there is plenty of time, it will bring you infinite challenges, allowing you to discover the mystery and experience the meaning of it yourself. You surrender, you fall, and the future will be dark; On the contrary, you struggle, you forge ahead, and the bright dawn will always shine on you.

When I was in elementary school, I was sunny, cheerful, and carefree, with no burden on my shoulders, and only one belief in my heart: what I thought was right and worthwhile, just do what I wanted, never care about its consequences, even if it was full of mistakes, I was indifferent. But now I am no longer the "optimist" I used to be, even the laughter is a little false, and my academic performance has plummeted.

I was at a loss for what to do, but what better way to solve it? Gradually, I realized that the consequences of such a sinking would be serious, so I tried my best to get rid of it, and moved towards the light little by little, step by step away from the darkness. I learned to compare myself to the top students, to target them, and to catch them up one by one.

It doesn't work once, and there is a second time, and the second time it doesn't, and there is a third ......I encourage myself again and again, turning a sigh at dusk into motivation, no matter how difficult it is, I am not afraid! To be honest, in the face of difficulties, I often bow my head, whenever I see the "*" question, I haven't reviewed the question, I feel that I can't do it, but when I take a closer look, I understand that the topic is not difficult, so I have less and less self-confidence in myself. In real life, I was timid and couldn't bear the difficulties; I was deterred from being able to speak frankly.

Over time, this has become an indelible shadow in my heart. Although I was no longer negligent with the teacher, I still couldn't get me to speak freely and go with the flow. My junior high school life was rainy, sunny and cloudy, just like the weather, no one could predict what would evolve into the future, maybe the road ahead would be bumpy and full of thorns, maybe it would be smooth sailing and bright.

I always firmly believe that the rainbow after the wind and rain must be the most beautiful! Friends, let's work together to make junior high school life full of brilliance!

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 of all?" "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, we continue to make great efforts, only to have our 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 filial and indifferent on their faces, and sent us away with a few simple words and poured 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?

400 words for junior high school weekly.

Growth, I don't know what to use to describe it, I don't know whether I like it or hate it, I just think it's terrible and respectable, in a game-like life, I know after experiencing the wind fish, the taste of growth, the sweet and sour feeling, let me have endless aftertaste!

When I was young, I lived a life of poor food and clothing, but I looked forward to growing up. Because only when you grow up can you have a home that truly belongs to you; Because only when you grow up, you can do a lot of things that children dare not try; Because only when you grow up can you realize your dreams. When I became sensible, I realized that growing up was not as beautiful as I imagined, those that I once thought were happy, sad, unforgettable, and meaningful ......Until now, I suddenly feel very ordinary, and the only feeling left in my heart is peace.

I suddenly felt a sense of pain in my heart, I suddenly felt very dazed, I wondered if a person would lose everything when he grew up and only have peace left? I suddenly felt terrible. I tried to keep myself from reminiscing, but I couldn't help myself.

I realized that growing up was so scary, and I was afraid that growing up was ......

I don't want to grow up, it's just that growing up is a scenery that must be walked on the road of life, and I have to bear the suffering brought by the scenery of life.

Growth is the only option. Despite crying, aching, and heartbreaking, I fell in love with growing up.

It's been so fast, and my thoughts are a little confused.

People are like this, they won't cherish if they don't lose, and they can't help but say that people are a little cheap.

That distant moment is now farther and more blurry. Left, clear the yarn and fight the fog.

It seems that all this has passed, and it should not be inexplicably sad in this, and people are just right, cheap.

The old class sent a New Year's greeting card, which was so beautiful that I was a little 'outrageous'. It's just a friend, not a teacher. In the past, it was yearning, so that it would not be beaten. And now, I can't tell.

Thinking of those years, it is like the sentence that has been written badly by many candidates: it is like old wine, the longer it is, the more fragrant it is. And people, as Xiao Si said: Xiao Si will play soy sauce when he falls.

Those days were like thoughts, passed, and the wind.

knew that at that time, he was ruthless to the old class. He hit me, in front of so many people, two shocking slaps. Won't forget, for a lifetime.

I don't hate him now, but I miss him, it's ridiculous.

Thinking about that time, Heng Mei was cold. Passing by him always has to be cold contempt. Hey, he's the same as always, it seems that none of those unpleasantness happened, hehe! Old class, in this place where no one knows me, say "I am sorry!".

It's over, like water.

If you want to go, you ask me to be a god and a demon, I can only because of the scientific truth, do you understand?