Writing of junior high school weekly diary

In study, work and even life, everyone has dealt with writing. With the help of words, people can achieve the purpose of cultural exchange. You always have no way to write a composition? The following are 7 compositions of junior high school weekly diary compiled by me for reference only. Let's have a look.

The composition of junior high school weekly 1 is the first semester, neither too much nor too little. It is better to write more articles. How to be a man is no stranger to us, but how can we better interpret this word? This question is worth pondering. After the class meeting this Friday, the teacher gave us an education lesson and benefited a lot. It's called How to Be a Man.

The reason why the teacher will give us such a lesson is because a "big event" happened in our class recently. This Wednesday afternoon, after school, two students in the class wandered around Samsung Road. One of the students asked another student to take a set of game cards from the store while the boss was away. Unexpectedly, just as the classmate was about to leave with the card, the boss jumped out of nowhere and hit the classmate a few times. The classmate panicked after being caught by the boss and kept begging the boss to let him go, so he knelt down. But the boss was adamant, and it was not until the school teacher came to persuade the boss that the classmate was able to go home.

It is said that there were many onlookers at that time, whether it was residents living nearby, passers-by or students at the same school. Although I don't know which class this classmate is in, I know that this classmate is building a junior high school. This incident not only discredited this classmate, but also brought great shame to the class. Maybe this classmate didn't expect the consequences of things to be so serious; Maybe all the responsibility is not on this classmate; Maybe this classmate didn't go to any store with the psychology of "stealing" at that time. But after all, we have become junior high school students and adults, and we will have our own ideas. When someone asks us to do something, we should use our brains to think about what we should and should not do. It is this wrong choice that may leave a dark mark on this classmate's file, and this dark mark will accompany this classmate for life. It was this incident that sounded the alarm in the ears of our other students. At this time, I want to say to this classmate: "Man is the most basic" cell "in society.

If society wants to develop and progress, we need to work hard for it. "I also hope that after this incident, the classmate can reflect on what is right and wrong in his later life. However, I also want to say to the classmate who instigated this classmate to "steal" things: "If we want to build a harmonious society, we need to build a harmonious relationship between people. I hope you can correct your mistakes in this incident in the future, and don't be a "bad" person ... this is meaningful.

It's simple. When I was five years old, I remembered one thing vividly and was afraid. One day, my father and I went to my sister's house. After my sister and I went, we got lost on foot. We came to a road together, and we knew we were lost, so we sat on the side of the road and didn't dare to move. After about half an hour, I couldn't help crying. At this moment, an elder sister came over and asked us what was going on. I said, "We accidentally got lost!" "My sister said to us," Don't worry, tell me where you live and my sister will take you back! ""At this time, I thought I could finally go home. However, because my sister was still young, I didn't know her family name. All she knows is that there is a bridge and an empty lawn in front of her community. There is also a river. My sister said, "This river really wants to be called Liuyang River." Sister called a taxi and took us home. My father and uncle thanked her. The elder sister said, "You're welcome, it's very simple. If everyone does this, the world will become very beautiful. "

I have always kept this sentence in mind. Remember, as long as everyone gives a little love, the world will become a better place. A scene in the rain It was an early morning with heavy rain, and I got up late. Seeing that I was going to be late, my mother gave me two yuan for breakfast. I put the money in my pocket, hurriedly picked up my schoolbag and rushed into the rain. I only heard my mother shouting behind me, "The road is slippery, walk slowly." I am running in the rain. Suddenly, I slipped and tripped over a small stone, so I gritted my teeth and shouted, "What bad luck …" I limped to the breakfast stall and said to my aunt who was busy selling breakfast, "Aunt, I want a rice ball." Aunt should have a "hey". I watched her deft hands skillfully scoop a spoonful of rice from the pot, spread it out, put sugar in it, and put a ham sausage in the middle ... The rice ball was cooked soon.

"How much is it?" I asked. "A dollar and a half." As soon as I touched my pocket, my heart tightened: the money was gone. I searched all my other pockets, but I couldn't find it. I thought: maybe the money fell out of my pocket when I wrestled. I have no time to go back and look for it. I can only go to class hungry today. I blushed and said to my aunt, "aunt, I'm sorry, I can't find my money." I don't want rice balls. " Just as I was about to step into the rain curtain, she stopped me: "Wait, little friend, you are in a hurry to go to school, so my aunt gave you this rice ball." "How can this work?" I'm shrinking. Aunt saw it and said, "You can pay it next time." I was deeply moved and agreed.

A feeling of gratitude rose from my heart. I will never forget that big red umbrella and that aunt, and I will always stay in my heart and be moved forever.

This afternoon, my father took me to the park to see flowers.

As soon as I entered the park, I saw rows of willows on the river bank, with long green braids. This scene reminds me of "Jasper dressed as a tree and a tapestry of thousands of strands of moss hanging down" in He's "Singing Willow". Then, a fragrant aroma came to our eyes, and we followed it to find it. It turned out to be a faint, small, golden winter jasmine! Winter jasmine has sprouted, grown new leaves, and is still fighting for a large area. With the spring breeze blowing, accompanied by green leaves, the golden winter jasmine curiously sticks out its cute and clever little head and looks around to see if there are any strangers. Winter jasmine really has its own posture. Some of them are looking up at the sky with their heads wide open and enjoying the beauty of the sky. Some of them are bending over and secretly talking on the phone with their friends! Some are still a flower-bone bud, like a shy little girl, hiding from others and laughing at herself; Others got together and whispered. You see, some winter jasmine flowers seem to say, "I am beautiful, aren't I?"

My father and I couldn't wait to take out our mobile phones to shoot. After a while, I became fascinated and felt that there was only winter jasmine left in the whole world. I was about to meet my father when I was not surprised. I saw that my father's clothes had become colorful, so I went in and took a closer look. Oh! It turns out that dad is standing behind the winter jasmine. The yellow one is the winter jasmine, and the green one is the leaves. A breeze blew, and the winter jasmine danced in the wind, showing a bright smile. At this time, I found a wreath of winter jasmine on the lawn. I think: it must be someone who doesn't care much about flowers and trees!

How beautiful the winter jasmine is! They welcome beautiful spring girls.

Because yesterday was the weekend, my mother didn't trust me to be at home alone, so she took me to the clothing factory where she worked.

When I arrived at the factory, I finished my homework at once. I was tired of watching TV. Mom saw that I had nothing to do, so she said, come on, I'll teach you how to tie a knot. It's simple. Simple? All right, I'll try. Actually, I don't know what the knot is. I asked my mother what a tie is first. Mom said that if a piece of clothing is thick, it will easily be scattered and torn if you step on only one thread, so it is both beautiful and practical to step on more threads at the knot.

Let me see how many my mother played first. It is really simple. First aim at the cuff, lightly step on it, and there will be a square pressing the clothes with a line in the middle. Just put the place where you want to tie the clothes in the middle of the square, and then step on it heavily, and the line will become a square in an instant.

I rushed forward and said, mom, I'll do it. She smiled and said, well, don't worry, take your time. I took a rag and tried it on first. I stepped on the pedal lightly and the square came down. I was so shocked that my hand was almost pinned down. What seems simple seems not easy to do. It's really hard to say simple things and do them!

I'll settle down and start over. I was very careful this time, and sure enough, the box was a success. I stepped on it hard and finally succeeded, and it was very standard. Yeah!

In the afternoon, my mother didn't have time to work, so she gave me a big bag of clothes to tie a knot. Someone on the edge said, look, there's a little guy tying a knot here. Hum, what's wrong with the little one? Never seen it?

I learned another skill. Besides, going to the factory didn't bother my mother and helped her. I have a great sense of accomplishment. I praised myself in my heart: Wei, you are really smart and capable. Keep trying! Ha, do you think I am shameless?

One day this summer, I went to my sister-in-law's house. My sister-in-law happened to have something to go out, so I became a "nanny" for her son Lele.

Lele is the baby of her sister-in-law, only 2 years old, with long and small piles of meat, so cute! He is not good at words and often jokes.

In half a day, I became his "translator"!

I am writing "Summer Homework". I didn't do a few questions when I heard Lele crying. I went into his room. As soon as he saw me, he immediately issued an "order" to me: "Hungry medicine river stays!" "What? Can you speak more clearly? " I said, he said, "Stay, stay!" I suddenly understood what he meant, "I want to drink milk!" " "So, I brought him milk to drink, and he also drank it. He threw away half a bottle before he finished it. At this time, a typical "white picture" appeared, and I immediately wiped it with a mop. Then he gave me an order: "point west, point west!" "I think he wants to eat snacks, so I asked BearBiscuit to come over. Unexpectedly, he "flew into a rage" and said to me, "Point west, point west, look west!" Oh! I see. It turns out that he wants to watch TV. I turned on the TV at once and he watched it. Before long, he fell asleep!

I complained to my sister-in-law as soon as she came back. My sister-in-law praised me for being smart and capable, and then called Lele naughty, which made me laugh!

By being a "nanny" this time, I learned about my mother's hard work, and also made me understand that I should share the pain with my mother and not let her get tired.

One afternoon when the heat wave was rolling, cicadas in the community cried desperately.

The white orchid tree on the balcony was imprisoned by my mother and me with a female cicada. It didn't bark, and it was a bit dull. I suddenly thought: Why not catch a male cicada and let it sing loudly on my balcony? So, I asked my classmate Wang Sixian to catch cicadas among the trees in the community.

"Know, know, know", cicadas are everywhere, and we are looking for them in the dense leaves. Finally, I found my target on a green willow tree-a black body, and two thin wings kept shaking with the sound. The crisp cry touched my heartstrings, which is exactly what I want! We approached it carefully, only to find that neither of us could reach it, just a little. What shall we do? Yes, please ask mother cicada for help! I asked Wang Sixian to keep the goal, but I quietly quit and flew to help.

Mother came to the willow tree as fast as she could, and the cicada was still chirping unconsciously. My mother stared at the target, approached quietly, and dared not go out, looking for the best time. Wang Sixian and I held our breath and stared at the target. "Yes-"Cicada became unscrupulous before she finished singing the whole song, only to see her mother jump up like a hungry tiger, her hands suddenly closed, and she covered the cicada with lightning! Our throats finally dropped and we cheered. I've never seen my mother reach out so fast! The poor cicada flapped its wings and struggled in its mother's hands. Obviously, it's useless.

In this way, I have two cicadas, a male and a female. My mother suggested that I send one to Wang Sixian, but she thought the male cicada was too noisy and asked for the silent female cicada. I just want that male cicada. I'm really happy!

Today is the second day of May Day. I went to the Expo site with my parents. I have been to the Expo Park many times, but this time it is special.

It's not bad today, but it's a little stuffy.

We took a taxi to the gate of the Expo Park and saw many cars. I think today's Expo site must be very lively, with colorful national flags fluttering in the wind at the door. When we were about to enter the gate, a little monkey was welcoming us.

We're in. Ah! Before my eyes is an ocean of flowers. There are huge flower clocks floating in the sea of flowers, and a flower boat is coming in the distance. Those five flower shapes seem to be navigation lights in the sea. There is a big greenhouse along Huajie Street. There are a group of white pigeons at the gate of the greenhouse, and many tourists are feeding them. It's very cute. There are alpine plants, tropical plants and hundred gardens in the greenhouse, which dazzles us.

From the big greenhouse, we went to the China Pavilion, where we showed the culture, art and national characteristics of China, as well as some outdoor scenery. This is the garden of China Pavilion, and it is also a major feature of the Expo Park. There is a pavilion in the garden and a garden in the pavilion.

Through the back door of China Pavilion, there is a huge banyan tree. You think it's real, it looks like it, but it's really made of cement. This banyan tree is only three years old this year, and a path next to it leads to the China exhibition area. China exhibition area is designed according to the map of China, including Tibet Garden, Xinjiang Garden, Yunnan Garden, Guizhou Garden and Shanghai Garden.

Walking along the path, we came to the Butterfly Pavilion. There are all kinds of butterflies in the butterfly house. We saw butterflies, chameleons, turtles and so on.

Spring has come quietly, and she lurks silently around us. At this moment, everything is constantly updated. Willow has spit out green shoots, and the air is getting warmer, breathing this disgusting smell. I strolled to the edge of Yongze Garden in my school and looked at the lake wrinkled by the breeze. Scenes of past life resurfaced.

I think she was a student here this time last year. I often see her walking in a hurry on the road, and her body is still a little tilted, as if her neck and body were broken. She is quiet and has a good figure. She has a long face and small black eyes. I like her temperament, so I always pay attention to her secretly.

I remember that every morning, when the campus was still filled with wisps of mist, she was holding a book and wearing a pair of gloves with her little hand, hiding behind the rockery and reciting it like a child. I often sit on the stone bench next to Yongze Garden to breathe fresh air. I always believe that early risers have fresh air to breathe. Sometimes I take my books and sit there reading absently. At that time, my mind was full of her figure, and there were things I wanted to see but didn't dare to see. In this case, a faint melancholy invades my heart endlessly.

At dawn, the rising sun generously sprinkled soft orange light on the earth. Everyone is plated with gold. Beautiful! Those students who get up early and read in the morning began to return to the classroom one after another. She is always the last to leave. Sometimes she comes to me and greets me in a friendly way. I felt very happy and went back with her, so a brand-new day began. Looking back now, I really miss it

In a blink of an eye, she has left school, and I haven't been to Yongze Garden for a long time. When I passed there this morning, I found many people reading there in the morning. Yongze Garden is still so beautiful, everything remains the same, but I have no leisure to stay!

Do you hate this boring, negative and empty life after reading too many books?