Time flies, and a week has passed in the blink of an eye. We more or less learned something new. At this moment, we need to write a weekly diary. What kind of weekly diary is a good weekly diary? The following is my junior high school composition weekly diary for your reference. I hope it will be helpful to friends in need.
Junior High School Composition Weekly Diary 1 I held my chin and looked at the "ticking" alarm clock.
Time is like running water, slipping quietly through your fingers -
"Don't be too willful..."
"Good boy, so sensible... ..."
Two completely different attitudes, but only for one person. Yes, you are right. I'm transforming.
When I was a child, I cried a lot and was unreasonable, so I was criticized by my mother. When I see something I like, I cry, make trouble, and pester my mother to death. Now, I know how hard my mother works to earn money, and I obey her in every possible way. "Son, you are sensible!"
When I was a child, I would become frustrated when encountering difficulties, and would even tear up my homework. Then he loses his temper with everyone and vents his dissatisfaction at will, without caring about other people's feelings. Looking back now, it's really hard to look back on. Now, instead of letting a problem escape me, I work hard to break it and beat the hell out of it. "Son, you succeeded!"
As a child, as soon as I heard "housework" once, I would immediately run away unprepared. Others suffer, but I feel at ease. Now, I will try my best to help my mother share some housework and her worries. "Good boy, you are no longer willful!"
Scenes of past events come to mind. I am changing, I am changing bit by bit, and those hazes are gradually dissipating.
Now, I am a student entering middle school. I'm changing. I am no longer willful, unreasonable, and lazy, but I am catching up and repairing those shortcomings step by step. Looking back, it is already a wide and flat road.
"Tick-tock, tick-tock", spinning second by second, I picked up the pen and worked hard...
Junior high school composition weekly diary 2 is about to take the exam. I sat at the table and looked at the endless homework. I muttered in my heart: There are so many homeworks, when can I pick up my beloved paper and pen and tell people my joy? Praise the beauty and prosperity of my hometown to the world; imagine the mystery of the universe...
In my spare time, I will look at the blue sky, long white clouds and happy birds. They are so carefree and have no worries. At this time, how I want to become a white cloud, flying and playing in the sky; how I want to be a happy bird, soaring in the blue sky, enjoying all the beautiful things...
Arrived In the suburbs, I sat by the river and looked at the fish in the water in groups. They seemed to be whispering to each other. My mind once again thought of my beloved paper and pen. How I want to write all this into my composition, so that people can enjoy this wonderful thing...
Looking at the leisurely white clouds, happy birds, and playful fish, my heart Always full of longing, eager to pick up the beloved paper and pen again.
Finally, on the weekend, I couldn’t wait to pick up my beloved paper and pen and devote myself to writing that makes me happy. I wrote out all the beautiful things in the composition and introduced the beautiful things to people. .
The sun still rises from the east, the moon still hangs in the night sky, the white clouds are still so leisurely, and I still pick up my beloved pen and paper.
Junior High School Composition Weekly Diary 3 "The flowers that are intentional will not grow, but the willows that are unintentional will be shaded" This is what writing is like. When you accumulate to a certain level, you will become so proficient. Next, I collected a 500-word junior high school composition for your reference only. I hope it will be helpful to you.
I don’t know why, but I thought of writing some essays today. Maybe it's because of the exams these days, I have a lot on my mind. It may also be that the rain these past few days has brought my mind to the past and future.
To this day, I still seem to remember the conflicting emotions I felt when I just graduated from elementary school - my happiness was mixed with a bit of sadness that should not belong to this age. Perhaps, I admit that I am a bit sentimental and a bit tearful. To this day, I still feel the urge to cry.
Goodbye, classmates, I want to say to you: "Our friendship will not be erased by time, it will exist forever!"
It has been raining these days, and I don’t know why the mood has become intermittent. . It's been a few sleepless nights and I can't help but feel a little tired. I have been taking exams these days. As soon as I arrived in the classroom, I was energetic and no longer tired. When I got home, I was a little tired. Forget it, I can’t sleep during the exam. Maybe I have the “exam depression” that’s been circulated on the Internet! Ha ha!
I don’t know what to say about this exam. It is neither difficult nor easy. It should be said that there are several difficulties and some simple ones. Hope, I hope I can get good grades. Oh, don't think about it. Forget about grades and exams now! Getting a good rest is key!
In that distant future, I hope to be a lawyer and defend those innocent people in court. But I also knew I had to work extra hard to achieve my dreams. No matter what career you have, you have to work hard. Come on, set sail for your dreams!
One day, I saw a few pots of flowers on the balcony, with their heads lowered, as if they were about to die. "Oh, what can I do?" Dad promised to send me some pots of beloved flowers. What should I tell my father if the flower dies? Yes, water the flowers. Save them with water first.
I sprinted downstairs at a speed of 100 meters, carried a bucket of water, and ran directly upstairs. I watered the flowers carefully with a spoon. Dry soil suddenly becomes wet. It seems they really need water. Just like that, I watered a pot of flowers. There is only one pot of aloe vera left. I gently picked up the spoon and scooped out a spoonful of water, like a teahouse owner, sometimes high, sometimes low, sometimes like a waterfall, sometimes like a string of pearls. I was so intoxicated with my art that I poured out all the water.
On second thought, the soil is very dry, so it doesn’t matter if you water it more. Additionally, plants cannot grow without water! I comforted myself silently. The flowers get enough water and they are more vigorous. Under the breeze, they danced gently, as if thanking me. I looked at the scene in front of me and felt happy.
The next day, I ran to see the flowers. I was stunned by this sight. The roots of the aloe vera have begun to rot. I thought about it carefully and immediately understood the truth: Aloe vera is like a cactus, the leaves are full of water. Even if the soil is dry, it will use the moisture in the leaves to maintain life, and there will be no problem even if you don't water it for a month.
It seems that watering flowers also needs to be learned.
There is a person who is always slow no matter what he does. Let me give you an example. He always ate slowly after he was born and didn't eat until he was 8 years old for the first time. For another example, if he wants to buy a newspaper from the newsstand, he must start from the first step of learning to walk, so that he can come back before the age of 75 and die at home. So, of course he wouldn't buy the newspaper himself. He will have it delivered, or rather, by the postman.
It took him all day to get the newspaper. He stretched out his hand and got the next day's newspaper. Before he had read a line, the next day's newspaper had arrived. Therefore, he would not reach out at all and would not read a word. Because he never learned to read.
If he wants to learn, he must live to be 1,000 years old. So the newspapers ordered by their family were not meant for him to read.
Even the simplest observation and listening took him a long time. If he looks at his watch at 5 o'clock, the hands he sees may read 9 o'clock or 9:30. It didn't matter anyway, he couldn't look at the watch. He doesn't even have a watch.
As I said before, he also listened slowly. If his mother wants to say good morning to him, she has to say it the night before so he can hear it in time for the next morning.
But don’t think that he does nothing. Every time I see him, he is very busy. But don't ask me what he was doing, because he was leaving again before I could see clearly.
The rain fell heavily, as if long-suppressed emotions suddenly burst out. It seems to break the barriers of the times, the grievances between people, and calm the anger in people's hearts. The rain in summer is very violent, accompanied by snake-like lightning, amazing thunder and huge raindrops washing everything in the world, and the trees are shaking. This was the most thorough baptism I had been looking forward to these past few days.
Otherwise, how could it have more energy to absorb carbon dioxide and release oxygen?
Benefit mankind? The flowers waltzed in the rain. The long heat had made them languid and listless, and they expressed their gratitude happily. Crops swayed in the rain. These days, the sun is scorching the earth. They are grateful that the rain has given them enough energy to thrive... People listen to the sound of the rain, feel the passion of the rain, find their own relaxation, freedom and freshness, and laugh heartily... These are enough to show Yu Xia's Achievement.
Looking up at the red sky, she seemed to be hurt. Her big tears fell down unabashedly, but her eyes were still red, filled with endless grievances. When she saw people rejoicing in the coolness brought by the rain, she was crying silently... Just like "the moon waxes and wanes, people have joys and sorrows", I seemed to share the same illness with her, and my whole body was full of sadness. I released it in the rain. Alas... Is the ancient benevolent saying "not to be happy with things, not to be sad with oneself" still relevant today?
Junior high school composition weekly diary, I was awakened by a nightmare in the middle of the night. I was covered in sweat and curled up in the corner of the bed, surrounded by darkness, as if I had invaded a bottomless pool, and I was almost oppressed and suffocated. So lonely, so helpless.
I walked out the door, unable to bear this terrible depression any longer. I couldn't see any lights on the path in the fields, and I couldn't see out beyond the small spot where I was standing. Looking straight ahead, the house during the day is swallowed up by the darkness, and the air is filled with silence that can even be felt with the frequency of breathing. Not silence, not silence, the kind of silence that makes people afraid. If someone else were here alone, maybe even the skin would be tight and the heartbeat would be faster. And I, maybe I was tired, I only knew that I fell into Quiet's arms. The body is just an empty shell, and the heart has already flown away with the wings of thoughts.
Lying on the ground, close to the soil, is cool. This comfortable feeling penetrates every inch of the skin, driving away the heat left by the sun. Lying like this, I can see the sky as soon as I open my eyes, and the stars in the sky burst into my pupils. The Moon, a naughty child, knocked over a bottle filled with beautiful glass beads. She was afraid of being scolded and hid quietly. The darker the night, the brighter the scattered beads. It turns out that the night swallows everything to give these elves a stage. Unexpectedly, a solemn night also has such a gentle side in people's eyes.
Drunk in the night, I unknowingly revealed my snow-white belly on the other side of the mountain, and then I climbed up. I was about to dust myself off when I suddenly felt blasphemed, so I walked on the ridge leading to my home!
A few days ago, my grandfather called us to tell us that the Fenghua peaches he planted were ripe. I jumped three feet high with joy and couldn't wait to eat the sweet and delicious Fenghua peaches.
I just called all my relatives and friends to my grandma’s house, and they couldn’t wait. So, everyone set off with baskets in hand - we strolled along the tree-lined paths, laughing from time to time...
In a blink of an eye, I arrived at Taoyuan. At a glance, there is green everywhere. The air also becomes very fresh. Why are there no peaches on the tree? When I took a closer look, it turned out that all the hanging things below were peaches. What I saw were not peaches, but newspaper bags! Take off one, take off the condom, haha! Miss Taozi finally showed her pink cheeks, and she smiled happily. She seemed to be telling us: "You can come, I'm bored in the condom, it's too uncomfortable!" "But why do peaches grow under the tree? I was sitting under the tree thinking alone, and felt that nothing was right. At this time, Grandma came over. "What are you thinking about here alone?" Get up, there are too many mosquitoes here. "She asked grandma with concern, let me ask you a question!" "Tell me!" "Why are the peaches hanging below?" "This question is very simple, because the leaves grow very thick. If they are not dense, the peaches will not be sweet. . In fact, you can’t just stay at school and read books, you have to go out and read the wordless scriptures of nature!” I nodded, thinking that grandma was right. So, I continued to pick peaches. Although I was hurt, I still secretly said to myself, hold on! So I didn't tell anyone...
The sun was scorching the earth.
Although the sun was scorching, we were still satisfied and returned with a full load - everyone's peach basket was full of peaches. I immediately picked the best one, rinsed it, and took a bite. How sweet! This is Fenghua's "Yao Jiang Lu Yu"!
After school, I met a very good elementary school classmate. She didn't notice me, so she rode her bike over me.
For a moment, I didn’t react, so I went back to call her, but her back was so far away...
Then I walked forward with regret, and suddenly I was in the air , on the overpass, in front of my ears and in front of my eyes, there was the sound of traffic and the rush of people, and it seemed that there was no need to stop and look. Everything is moving and I never stop for me. This world of sports makes my mind and heart not at all neglectful, but more tense. I walk, people walk, and cars go too. Cars are faster than me, people are faster than me, but I can't beat myself.
Almost home. I'm tired and lazy. However, the earth still does not stop. He turned and turned. Is he a little tired? I still have to walk, even if it's slow. I told myself. The little boy on the skateboard caught up with me from behind and skated in front of me. A fledgling puppy also ran, growling and chasing the ball as it rolled forward.
Ah! There seemed to be a long roar in the sky.
Alas, I cannot let the world stop. The world is wonderful because of sports. Because of sports, we have morning and evening, spring and autumn. Sometimes we cannot keep the good things, but sometimes we can take the time to forget all the unpleasantness and start over.
In this world, as you continue to exercise, everything is constantly being updated, and everything continues...
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