My life diary 1 There are some diaries in my desk drawer.
About junior high school, I officially started to keep a diary. At that time, after school, I would go to the stationery store with my good friends to choose good-looking diaries. Books with beautiful cover colors or lovely patterns are more likely to get my favor.
Among many diaries, one has a small lock which is the cover of a book. After the diary is put in, there is a button on the book cover, which can be locked with a small lock.
In fact, I also covet novelty, so I know my parents won't read my notes, and those locks just want to start with my novelty.
Open the previous diary and look at the words recorded in it, which are both familiar and unfamiliar, just for fun and to help me remember the past.
I am a very emotional person. It is said that the words are as the name implies, and the fonts in my diary can tell my feelings at that time. Because when I am in a good mood, I will write carefully and neatly.
If you are in a bad mood, the font will change for a while.
Keeping a diary is really a good habit. Not only can you exercise your writing ability and practice fonts, but you can also record every bit of life. Such a good habit, why not!
My Life Diary 2 On the first day of junior high school class, the Chinese teacher arranged for us: "From today on, each of you will start to keep a diary." My heart is tight. Although I also want to keep a diary every day, I didn't get into the habit of writing every day before. Is there so much material? The teacher's encouragement and expectation made me feel that there was no reason why I couldn't finish the task. I have to write well. I secretly made up my mind.
Under the guidance of my teacher, I gradually discovered a colorful life, observed seemingly insignificant things on campus from a different perspective than before, and created a new world. The material for writing is gradually increasing, and the content excavated in the diary is becoming richer and more exciting. For example, in Haiyan's last performance, I was very happy to tell in my diary who overcame his inner fear and really performed on stage, and whose actions were very funny and in place, which made me laugh.
Diary records every bit of life. For example, I went to play with someone and chatted while eating. It seems trivial, but it will become extremely meaningful in retrospect after many years.
I also give my heart to my diary. When I have some troubles and don't want to tell my parents, I write them in my diary. Once, I quarreled with other students and didn't want to tell my parents, so I told my diary that my mood was much brighter. We have our own joys and sorrows, and we have embarked on the long river of time together. Looking back on those happy or sad thoughts, I went ashore and my life was endless. Diary not only gave me the road to growth, but also gave me the road to life. Countless overlapping roads are woven into a world network, like a beautiful picture. As a result, diaries began to blend into my life.
I copied various writing forms in my diary, which made my logical thinking ability stronger and stronger, and my writing style gradually improved. Even my mother's work summary report was revised, and finally I was praised by her boss. I began to realize that the improvement of writing ability has made my life rich. At least, I can record my wonderful life in junior high school. In the years to come, when people ask about my junior high school career, I don't have to look back blankly.
In addition to writing, a diary should also have its own thoughts. If it is from the heart, I will naturally touch some problems in my mind during the writing process. My values are gradually formed and enriched, and my understanding of things is slowly emerging in the accumulated words, which finally reflects my true inner side! Keep a diary with heart. In fact, everything is the same, we must have a heart. Without heart, what is written is dead, and no one will like to read it; With your heart, others can naturally feel it, and what you write naturally becomes a work.
Since the beginning of school, more than half of the semester has passed, and my diary also records my nearly 150 days. During this time, I recorded my sadness and excitement, my anger and the joy of success. Maybe when I grow up and look back at this diary, I will know that I grew up like this. I will continue to describe my life in my diary. Thank you, diary. My life will be refreshed and improved with you.
Article 3 of my life diary was once told me: "Remember what should be remembered, forget what should be forgotten, change what can be changed, and accept what cannot be changed." So when you came into my life, my confusion about the future disappeared without a trace.
Your name is Rao Xueman, my dearest word witch.
The first time I read your article, I found it in the bookstore. I didn't like reading at that time. I would rather sleep for a day than read a short article. But when you came into my life with your unique literary flavor, everything changed dramatically. Your breath spreads in my blood, and now I know that my life will have a brand-new track because of her.
I started from never loving reading to trying to read, from loving reading to crazy infatuation. I think, at this time, I have deeply fallen in love with words. I enjoy the unique body odor, laughter and sadness brought by each reading, and I am willing to read it seriously. I regard them as a part of my life, feel them with my most sincere heart, feel those inner feelings and feel the ups and downs of those authors. My heart is often warmed by those simple words, and I will inadvertently think of what you once said.
When I was confused, you said, "You have a wall in your heart. You can see heaven when you push it away. "
When I was injured, you said, "I, running all the way, am eager to find a face similar to mine in the crowded and hurried crowd. She and I have a similar fate, and I can see my future in her, so I am no longer so hasty. "
Therefore, I am no longer confused and injured. I began to admire what you said, "We should all face the sun and live proudly." Xueman, thank you for coming into my life. My dream has become huge, full of challenges and hopes.
Xueman, since you came into my life, I firmly believe that no matter how bumpy the road is, I will go on bravely. Because there is you on the other side, my lifelong belief and dream!
My life diary article 4 Hello everyone! My name is thief. I am 1 half a year old. I am a little female cat. The owner is grandma Niu Yuqing. I have a new owner today. She is Sister Wen Ya.
They are very kind to me. Sister Wen Ya described me like this: I have a long beard and round eyes. When I think of bad ideas, my face turns green. The nose is very smart and the ears are very smart. It's cute when you eat it. Only the claws and chest are white. At night, I see a little white shaking back and forth. And a long tail.
I am very lively. Once, grandma Niu and her sister were lying in bed chatting. When I saw that they ignored me, I leaned down and let out a cry. The result was scolded! I won't dare next time.
Ok, see you tomorrow!
Look, this is me-little thief! Sister Wen Ya took a picture of me.
The early bird catches the worm.
My morning is precious, and I must cherish it as much as I cherish my life. As soon as I wake up, I will wash my face, comb my hair, brush my teeth and have breakfast according to the early morning habits of junior three students, and then gently press the play button on the repeater, so that foreigners in the tape can accompany me to meet the rising sun when the sun rises slightly.
Hard-working bees are busy collecting honey.
In 24 hours a day, I spend about one-third of my time with my classmates in this big family on campus. The headmaster is like a queen bee, in charge of the whole hive; Teachers are like worker bees, fighting for their careers; And we, the little bees that can be seen everywhere, tirelessly suck a steady stream of honey and extract the essence in every class.
Koalas eat at night.
After dinner, heavy schoolwork came at me like a flood. I don't have the strength to cope, so I have to put aside all other thoughts and jump into the ocean of knowledge to find the island of victory. I kept wandering in the ocean, trying to find the knowledge I forgot in class. I tried to hold it tightly and not let it flow through my fingers, even though my fingers were said to be white with foam.
In the life of the third grade, I constantly change my role to feel the third grade and fight for my brilliant hope. In the near future, when the most beautiful peony in the garden blooms, I will meet my gorgeous tomorrow!