Whether you are in school or entering society, everyone must have been exposed to composition. Writing is an important means to cultivate people's observation, association, imagination, thinking and memory. Still at a loss for composition? The following are 7 essays on junior high school weekly diaries that I collected for you. I hope they can help you. Composition of Junior High School Weekly Diary Part 1
I ushered in the senior year of high school in the unfaded summer charm, and ushered in the most passionate dream paradise in life. I started the journey of senior year of high school with countless dreams and hopes. The school's tree-lined avenues are filled with withered yellow leaves, emitting the breath of autumn, like a silent announcement of the college entrance examination. My heart became heavier and heavier, and I was as confused as a stone falling into the sea. Faced with confusion, I chose to fight at this moment. I believe that the plum blossoms that have withstood the wind and snow are more beautiful, and the red clouds that have experienced the scorching sun are more intense.
Carrying countless hopes, I chose the vast blue sky. Less than a month after the start of school, exams are pouring in all over the sky, like a surging river, in an endless stream. The increase in courses, the extension of evening self-study time, and the hanging of the college entrance examination countdown board all create an intense and intense college entrance examination. War preparation atmosphere. Endless pain, endless exercises, and endless exam papers. Time has made everything blurry. The hazy and unreal beauty, the brilliant moon-like splendor, seem to have become my beautiful scenery. When will I still have time to go to the countryside with my friends to enjoy the slanting wind? The refreshment of the never-ending drizzle, when will there still be time to appreciate the vitality of the suburbs with friends, when will there be time to revel in music and go crazy on the skating rink with friends. All the good things will be ruthlessly buried at this time. Even making some memories is too much of a luxury.
Our senior year in high school was in a separate building, with primitive desks in a simple color. The desks were piled with books and extracurricular materials from the entire high school. The buildings were piled high like building blocks. It seems to be able to bury our heads.
Although the surrounding environment at this time is suffocating, I still stick to my principles. I run laps on the track every day to vent my inner depression and maintain good health. Although time at this time is more valuable than gold, I still continue to write beautiful words under the tip of my pen, and my huge emotions are accumulated into the motivation to write. I know that a good principle will not erode its luster due to the evening drums and morning bells, nor will its edges be worn away by the passage of time. It will exist in my heart forever.
In this dim time, I already had my own plan. I was in the key class at school, and only if I ranked among the top fifteen in the class in each exam could I be admitted to my ideal university and realize my literary dream. I was lucky enough to win the second prize in this year's National Olympic Poetry Competition, which is a milestone in my life. However, what I'm looking forward to even more is the new concept essay competition held by China's top ten prestigious schools and Sprout. In order to get an A In order to win the first prize in the country, I spent more than three months writing six works, hoping that they would help me make my trip to Shanghai and connect with the Chinese Department of a prestigious school, so that I could realize my literary dream.
The sound of falling flowers is always so light and comfortable, just as I let go of my beautiful dreams, weave my own beautiful poems of life, and find my own place in the eternal myth.
The fast-paced life at school continues. I am still struggling with the sea of ??questions, getting dizzy with numbers and symbols, holding on to my body with my thoughts, and working overtime until late at night every night. I was so confused that I was about to collapse, and then I reluctantly went back to bed and fell asleep. In the morning, I was woken up by the commotion again. I opened my bloodshot eyes and rushed to school before the morning reading bell. I tried my best to control my tired body and not sleep on the table. Then, after the bell, I After the bell, I rushed to the cafeteria to finish breakfast and continued to work hard in the classroom. Everything was so repetitive.
In this new journey, I am realizing my dream. I want to compress all my energy, fully bloom myself in this senior year of high school, and finally enter the dreamy ivory tower of my own. Composition of Junior High School Weekly Diary Part 2
Today, we went on an autumn trip to Maojiabu, Du Jinsheng’s former residence. Everyone was talking a lot along the way, wondering what kind of place Maojiabu would be and why Du Jinsheng lived there.
An hour later, we arrived at Du Jinsheng’s former residence at No. 31 Xiamaojiabu, Hangzhou. It is divided into many exhibition halls. We arrived at the first exhibition hall first. As soon as I entered the door, I saw a very beautiful silk handicraft, weaving "Nine Streams and Eighteen Streams", which was very lifelike. At the same time, we also learned about Du Jinsheng's life: Du Jinsheng "1897-1943", nicknamed Lu Bin, was from Hangzhou. Then, we went to the second exhibition hall, where there are wax figures of Du Jinsheng’s family. There was a table and four armchairs in the living room; each chair was cushioned with silk embroidery; a vase filled with flowers was placed on the table. Later we visited several other exhibition halls one by one.
After the visit, we were active on the lawn near our former residence. A gust of wind blew by, and the grass bent down, as if to greet us. There are sparkling waves on the lake, and water lilies are lying quietly on the green lotus leaves, as if the mother of the lake is holding her babies and coaxing them to sleep, which makes people feel very peaceful. Another gust of wind blows, and the reeds dance like beautiful dancers.
The little flowers there are also very beautiful, some look like windmills, some look like scissors, some look like crescent moons... The thatched houses seem to add to the wild charm of Maojiabu. With the addition of friends like us, the place becomes full of laughter and laughter, so why not enjoy it. The friends ran around happily. Finally we reluctantly left.
Maojiabu is really a good place with beautiful scenery, fresh air, and mountains and rivers. This autumn outing broadened my horizons, increased my knowledge, and benefited me a lot! Composition of Junior High School Weekly Diary Part 3
According to ancient legend, my mother gave me blood to make me grow, but my father gave me bone marrow to make me stand.
Family affection gives me passion, and I want to embrace and live it warmly. Life is actually not difficult. As long as you work hard and struggle for it, you can get the life you want. Once, my mother hugged me, which inspired my passion to play the piano. Music touched my heart. Choosing music is actually choosing a way of life. As Mother's Day approaches, I play "Mom's Kiss" for my dear mother. Although unskilled, it clings to my mother's heartstrings.
Family love gives me strength, and I must pursue my goals persistently and bravely. There were not many words, not many blessings, but it made me feel my father's fiery heart, and the back view made me even more sad. In my heart, my father is the person I admire. No matter whether it is a look or a behavior, I can feel a great sense of self-blame. Every time, my father's ideological education always penetrates into my ears and serves as motivation to spur me on, even if his words are harsh and difficult to accept. However, who can know how much family affection is involved? In my father's eyes, I was always a specious, careless "boy", and a "tomboy" with no lofty ambitions. But he can help me get out of the predicament decisively. What a power!
Family affection gives me thinking, and I must behave rationally. No matter in terms of life or work, my parents always give me the right approach so that I will not be bullied or disliked by my classmates. I also gradually became a thinking person from childhood. Family love always makes me intoxicated. I fell asleep in my mother's arms and grew up under the education of my father. I receive care from family all the time, and I am "intoxicated" by it.
Ah, family love! An eye-catching word. Composition of Junior High School Weekly Diary Part 4
Whenever a taxi comes, I have to look to see if the driver is a familiar face.
When I got up in the morning, I found that it was already 7:15 and I would be late in ten minutes. I put on my clothes and ran downstairs before I had time to eat and hailed a taxi. I went to school. When I was about to arrive at school, I touched my pocket and realized, ah, I had the five yuan that I couldn't spend before. Should I leave the five yuan here and run away, or should I explain the reason to my uncle. If I just run away here, there will be no integrity, but if he says something, it will be so shameless! It is also possible that he will not let me go to school and will keep me in the car. What should I do? Is that good? Which is more important, face or honesty? It’s better to tell your uncle the truth. I mustered up the courage to say: I...I...I took the wrong money. I took the five yuan that I couldn't spend. What should I do? I saw my uncle smiling. At this time, I was a little scared. Could it be that he was a bad person. "It doesn't matter, it's just a few yuan, isn't it? I'll get another customer later, won't it?" The uncle said with a smile, "I believe you didn't mean it." I thought for a while and said, "Then I'll do it next time I will pay you back if I ride in your car again. "How could you have such a chance to sit in my car in such a big place? You don't have to spend the money for the ride this time. This is a small gift from your uncle." Give me a gift!" I said very gratefully: "Thank you, uncle."
Although there was no such coincidence, I still kept looking until the day I found my uncle. The more I wanted to find him, the clearer my mind became about everything that happened on the way to school that day.
Uncle, where are you? Composition of Junior High School Weekly Diary Part 5
This morning, I had a sudden idea: make apple juice to drink this morning! Making juice seems simple, but it’s different when you make it!
First, peel the apple and then cut it into pieces. When it comes to peeling, it's very difficult. Peeling the first apple was not very successful because I had no experience. The skin was too thick. I peeled the second apple gently. The skin was very thin, but the skin was in small pieces, which was very time-consuming. When I peeled the third apple, because I had some experience, I peeled it quickly and well. Then, I used a special fruit knife to cut the apple into chunks on a special fruit cutting board, and then put it into the juicer. I started to squeeze, but I just heard a "buzzing" sound, but the apples didn't move at all. Dad said: "You cut this piece too big, it can't squeeze it." As he said, he took out the apple pieces and cut them into pieces with a knife. But if I put it in again, I still can't squeeze it out. Dad said: "It seems that the pieces are still a bit big, let's cut them up." Just as he was about to take out the apple pieces, his mother standing aside became anxious: "Go aside, Chef Hu, don't make any more trouble, these are not big or small at all." The problem is that there is no water in it, that’s why it doesn’t move!” As he said that, he took a cup of yogurt and poured it into the juicer confidently. While pouring it, he asked me: “Would you like it thinner or drier?” "Thiner." I replied blankly.
Mom poured in a whole cup of yogurt. Dad stood aside and said unconvinced: "Humph, I don't believe that you can solve the problem by adding some milk to it." As soon as he finished speaking, the apple chunks in the juicer started to spin briskly, and they really started to move! Mom smiled proudly at Dad! Dad quietly withdrew. Ha ha!
What happened today reminded me of what was written on the wall of the school laboratory: Time is the only way to test truth. Composition 6 of Junior High School Weekly Diary
Seeing all my friends in the space and on Weibo expressing their emotions about spring, I seemed to be a little "ready to move" in my heart, similar to what I also wanted to do. Write a few sentences...
As the saying goes: "There are hundreds of flowers in spring, looking at the moon in autumn, and cool breeze in summer and listening to the snow in winter." Yes, the four seasons have their own scenery, the four seasons have the beauty of the four seasons, and the four seasons have the beauty of the four seasons. I hope that the four seasons will have the mood of the four seasons.
This year’s spring has come so wonderfully. On the first day of the new year, in the past few days since the beginning of spring, the unique spring scenery of spring snow, spring light, spring breeze and spring rain have followed the footsteps of spring. Check in and rush to show your style. It is also their scrambling that makes us feel that the weather in early spring is really unpredictable. One moment it will send particularly kind wisps of spring light, and the next moment it will send the intoxicating warm spring breeze. Just when we feel that the warm spring has arrived. At this time, God has arranged a few more spring snows, not to mention the spring rains, which are always so lingering and hazy that once they come, they don’t want to leave. Sometimes sunny and sometimes cloudy, sometimes cold and hot...
Perhaps it is this feeling of "it is already spring but you don't realize it is spring, and you don't realize it is spring but it is already spring", which makes people's mood change accordingly. In any case, I have more expectations and yearning for this spring. I look forward to beautiful stories happening in this season, and looking forward to a new journey starting in this season. Life is wonderful because of expectation, life is beautiful because of yearning, and spring is the season that gives people hope, and spring is the season that gives people daydreams. I also often think that if I were a fallen leaf in winter, I would like to turn into a thumbnail in spring to nourish the flower that is about to bloom for me; if I were a snowflake in winter, I would like to turn into a flower that is about to bloom for me. As a drop of drizzle in spring, to penetrate the grass that is about to fight like me. Because I believe that as long as I give "wholeheartedly", there will be "perfect" rewards. As long as you work hard, pay hard, and persist, you will always have your own spring.
We have bid farewell to a severe cold, and another vibrant and prosperous spring has arrived. In this season, let us sort out our messy thoughts and remember every note and every step of our youth. Arrange, keep up with the pace of the times, along with the spring breeze and rain, bring a few of your favorite songs, use your own hands to plant the seeds of your own hope, and wait for the arrival of the next season, waiting for the next season A surprise that a season brings to myself... Composition 7 of Junior High School Weekly Diary
Today, my mother promised to take my brother and me to experience the customs of our hometown.
Our mode of transportation is a blue Wuling Zhiguang, driven by my mother herself. First we drove to Yinzhuang to pick up my aunt. We talked and laughed all the way and soon arrived at our destination.
We met my brother’s family there – my uncle, aunt and my one-year-old cousin. The weather was very hot, and the sun hung in the sky like a big fireball. My brother and I were thirsty. Fortunately, my uncle brought a large bottle of Sprite and cups. We sat in the shade, chewed potato chips, and drank Sprite. Not to mention how beautiful it is!
Mom, uncle and aunt are going to "deliver soup", and they asked us to take our naughty and cute cousin with us. I saw that they were all wearing white cloth strips and had white cloth strips tied on their heads. The uncle also wore a white hat on his head. My brother laughed loudly and said, "The gods have descended to earth!" As a result, my uncle ate a huge "burst chestnut" and had to stand aside obediently with his tongue hanging out.
The sound of gongs and drums gradually faded away. I had delivered soup before, so I knew what they were going to do next - go all the way to grandma's grave, kowtow a few times, and then go back.
However, for such a simple trip, my mother didn’t come back after half an hour. I was anxious, took out my mobile phone and dialed my mother's number. There was a beep and my mother answered.
It turns out that my mother has just arrived at my grandma’s grave. I have to continue playing with my cousin. My brother caught a rabbit from the rabbit cage and is playing with it!
I don’t know how long it took, but my aunt and uncle came back. She took us to the dining place to wait for my mother and aunt to “return in triumph”.
Finally, the sound of suona in the distance got closer and closer, and after a while, a group of people wearing white cloth strips appeared in my sight.
My mother and aunt were standing at the end of the line, sweating profusely. My mother wiped the sweat and said, "Let's go and give the gift first, and then leave after the gift." My brother and I followed these adults in a daze. After the ceremony, we got in the car.
First I sent my aunt back to Yinzhuang, and then my mother sent me to Shahe, where I spent two days.
I first had dinner at another aunt’s house, and then went to my aunt’s house to sleep. I was tired from running around all day, and I fell asleep quickly.