3 of the 400 word junior high school life diary, 1 for campus life, and 2 for vacation 5

Write it yourself, because it's your own campus life, how do we know?

As long as you have a lot of experience, you can write a good essay.

Poplar leaves from childhood.

When I was a child, I lived with my grandmother in a small courtyard with a large poplar tree with lush foliage, and he was a good friend of my childhood.

When I was very young, I always played under the poplar trees with my friends. The summer sun shone on the dense green leaves of the poplar trees, and a golden parasol was held up above our heads, and the leaves were as beautiful as a fairy tale. We play under the leaves and enjoy a relaxed life.

When I think back to that time, I always see the golden poplar leaves in front of me.

When I grew up a little bit, I would collect fallen poplar leaves every autumn, and my grandmother would always carefully help me sandwich them in an unknown book. At that time, I didn't know what a taxidermy was, and I didn't know why I was collecting fallen leaves, but every day I would bring back countless poplar leaves with gusto, and my grandmother would always smile and put them in her book. My neighbors saw me collecting fallen leaves and left them for me with beautiful colors every time they cleaned the yard.

Once, a neighbor's big sister gave me a boat made of yellow leaves, and I was so excited that I took the boat everywhere I went, and when I went to bed at night, I asked my grandmother to put it out of the reach of the pet puppy. The puppy was also a good friend of mine, but I guess he probably "fell out of favor" for a few days because of the leafy boat.

In winter, the poplar hides all his leaves. Whenever this happens, my grandmother takes out the fallen leaves that fall in the book. My grandmother taught me to draw on the leaves with colored pens, and after the painting was done, she put tape on both sides of the leaves, threaded the leaves together, and hung them on the door and wall.

My grandmother and I also worked with me to make a collage of poplar leaves. A few leaves, simply folded a few times, form a unique picture, which is very interesting. The walls are covered with these pictures, and my grandmother calls them my "leaf painting exhibition".

Every winter day is filled with strings of poplar leaves, leaf paintings, and grandma's loving smile.

Spring is coming, and the new green leaves leap onto the branches. Looking at the delicate new leaves, I began to hope that they would soon grow up and soon turn into the golden poplar leaves of the summer tree.

I grew up in the hope of year after year, and poplar leaves were my inseparable companions. It wasn't until that fall that we had to separate. In order to expand the road, the small courtyard will be demolished.

I picked up poplar leaves from the ground for the last time, and my grandmother tucked them into the book, just as before. On that day, I said goodbye to the poplar leaves that accompanied me through my childhood.

Later, I went back to that street. The courtyard is gone. To my disbelief, the big poplar tree was gone, and only the thick stump remained. A few months later I went back to that street, this time not even the stumps were gone, and the road widened.

I still treasure those last few poplar leaves. When I see a poplar tree, I think of the poplar leaves that accompanied me through my childhood.

Rabindranath Tagore once said, "The bee sipps the nectar from the flower, and when it leaves, it says thank you." The pompous butterfly believes that the flowers should be thanked to him.

When we have a mutually beneficial relationship with others, both parties should be grateful. The earth selflessly provides us with a place to live, so that our lonely hearts have a home; The earth zealously provides us with energy and makes our hungry stomachs happy. We repay the earth with high-speed development, so that the heart that pays can be harvested.

Friends, family, and everyone behind them are a force of support and a backing for self-confidence. They warm our growing hearts with love without complaint, and encourage our immature hearts with slag actions. "Whoever gives me a drop of water, I will give him the whole sea.

This is a famous quote that Hua Mei said. As the old Chinese saying goes, "The grace of a drop of water is reciprocated when a spring springs." "Echo each other from afar.

If, in times of difficulty, someone behind you lends a helping hand to you, you should be ten times more grateful to help him.

Do you know that every flower and grass is a young heart. When you brutally strangle the hearts of these people who are eager to survive, isn't your heart dripping blood? But if you save these hearts, will you dare to be happy?

God will punish you for violating the right to life of others!

Therefore, when you embrace the whole world with a grateful heart, and when you repay the whole world with a grateful heart, the true meaning of the world is by your side.

Let's do it, you come to Tianjin, I'll help you write 3,000 words.