My diary

A busy and full day has passed. There must be some interesting stories around you on this day. You might as well sit down and keep a diary. So what kind of diary is appropriate? The following are my 10 diaries. Welcome to read the collection.

My diary article 1 In the first 30 years of my life, I was rejected and rejected countless times. At present, I am still myself. I don't understand why people in the world think so complicated.

Communication between people is not easy. You need to be attracted in communication to have the same interest ... you have to be one in a million, and you have to be one in a million when you meet. Why do you care? Don't be so heartless. Believe in yourself, you can give yourself a chance. You can face everything easily. It doesn't matter whether it is good or bad.

I only have hypocrisy, hypocrisy, hypocrisy or hypocrisy ... but you never know. Who will take who seriously? Who will be the only one? I can't continue to be happy. And then continue to fall.

The biggest advantage of being sad is forgetfulness, because I can forget all the sad things. The biggest shortcoming is forgetfulness, because I can't learn my lessons. My greatest contentment is to have a French window, so that I can bask in the sun with my vows in winter.

I like blue. Blue is one of the cool colors, and it is the color of cyan and red in chromatography.

I'm very tired. I'm very tired. I think how silent a person's world can be. I want to be a real mute. Tired, I don't want to say anything. I don't cry. I smile and face life. I know I don't need to cry anymore. I'm not me anymore. Forget it. Then everything will be over. I know I have reached a state of nothing to say. I feel very tired. Every day after I turned around, I was really just a stranger. Everything I have said is meaningless. Did I really know you in the past? I found that I knew nothing about anyone. Who is in front of me is a mystery. I have no interest in this mystery. Those things are none of my business. I'm not me anymore. Shit, why do you still miss those?

When I closed my diary, I knew it was all over. She slipped through my mind, but blowing in the wind.

Looking back on the dribs and drabs of three months, I may have experienced too much before I found that there are too many extraordinary things in ordinary life. Every bit of life needs to be savored carefully in order to chew the sweetness of life. Unfortunately, when I understand this truth, the running water of time has turned to the other side, and I can't remember the past anymore.

I am very happy, and I am glad that these three months feel like three centuries, and I have learned a lot, which time can't give me. Is the general memory of vicissitudes of life. Maybe looking back, I know I didn't miss it or regret it. Some people say I'm stupid, I admit, when I think about it, I'm really cute. I am as diligent as a swallow nesting. I want to crochet the future happily, but I can't stand the wind and rain I will rush to break up and take my memories with me.

I'm disappointed and sad. I hate, I hate that I always pass by, and I regret that I don't have one until I lose it. Did I miss it or never know how to cherish it? Is there bound to be a reward for giving? Silence, silence, how many people know their efforts? I don't understand, I don't understand, where is true love? Always give up to know courage, always leave to know cherish, my heart, with my love, goes with the wind.

I'm looking forward to it, and I'm longing for it. Maybe there will be a beginning after the end, maybe it will be reborn after nirvana. I expect, I expect this sadness to be a sweet beginning, I yearn for, I yearn for a youthful and unruly life. Young blood burns in my heart. I know that the end is not the end of life. I want to continue, continue until the seas run dry and the rocks crumble, to find, to find the life I want. My future, with my youth, will be scattered with the wind.

When I put down my diary, I knew that everything started quietly, and she was getting farther and farther away from me until her back was blurred.

The third part of my diary When the three of us were watching TV, our lively daughter Lu Lu badminton solemnly said, "Mom and Dad, I have an important thing to discuss with you." My daughter, who is about to enter the third year of high school, announced a news that suffocated us: "I have been pregnant for two months." Before we could answer, Lu Lu badminton dropped a bomb: "We decided to keep this child. It's no use persuading anyone, we don't want to be murderers. "

Then, my daughter turned and left, leaving us with a firm back. My husband rushed to 220 with high pressure that night and fainted to the ground. On the way to the hospital, I choked back my tears and said to my husband, "You are only responsible for lowering blood pressure, and I will put out the fire at home. Believe me, I will minimize the damage. "

The next day, I found Lu Lu badminton's classmate and "boyfriend" Singh's parents. I have attended many parent-teacher conferences, and we are no strangers to each other. They were all stunned when I told them the news. They promised me to go back to my son's work calmly. But Singh is more determined than Lu Lu badminton: "The child is ours, and you have no right to decide him."

An idea flashed through my mind. After seeing off Singh's parents who repeatedly apologized, I called my daughter to my side and told her that I respected their decision and would take care of her wholeheartedly, but only if she could not give up studying. I said, "You don't want to be a mother who knows nothing in the future, do you?" The daughter nodded gratefully.

From that day on, Lu Lu badminton, who never drinks milk, drinks a catty of milk, eats two eggs, supplements folic acid and stops all her favorite snacks every day. She can't go to physical education class or touch the computer.

After a few days, she couldn't stand it. She felt sick at the sight of milk and eggs, drooled at the sight of her classmates eating snacks, and envied her classmates skipping rope ... After coming back from school, Lu Lu badminton began to complain and protest endlessly. I didn't interrupt her to recite the reason why she couldn't go on. Then, when she finally said she was tired, I calmly asked, "Regret?" She was immediately armed to the teeth: "I can't pass this level. How can I be a mother?"

Her stubbornness makes me angry, but I know I have to hold back in order to solve the problem. In the evening, I gave her my original pregnancy diary, two copies.

My diary records in detail my daily diet menu, my monthly financial plan and my mood anytime and anywhere. Unexpectedly, my daughter actually finished reading it in one night. Next morning, I went to wake her up. When I opened the quilt, I found her crying and sobbed and said, "Mom, I didn't expect a life to come into this world so hard. I have to put up with nausea and eat things I don't want to eat. My waistline is thicker than a bucket, and I didn't even use anesthetic when I gave birth ... "She said, and threw herself into my arms. I found her trembling:" Mom, you gave birth.

The fourth part of my diary: On a sunny morning, I happened to hear the familiar melody in that CD-"Tomorrow will be better", which was my diary composition in grade three. Yes, that's the song! Suddenly, I stopped, and a feeling of intimacy as if I had seen an old acquaintance I hadn't seen for years immediately filled my whole heart. I can't help but think about it carefully: when did you hear this ... Oh, by the way, isn't this the song that was played at the last class meeting of the third grade last year? Oh, how unforgettable! Accompanied by this melodious melody, I couldn't help feeling the atmosphere of the class meeting at that time. ...

I remember that afternoon, before school was over, our third-grade 1 1 class had the last theme class meeting ... The weather was particularly sunny that day, and the orange-red sunshine near dusk slanted into the window, quietly flowing on every desk in the classroom, with affectionate faces. In the sunshine, we have mixed feelings and wait quietly with strange feelings, waiting for the last item of the class meeting-the ending song. Music sounded, and the song "Better Tomorrow" echoed throughout the classroom, everywhere. My heart seems to be moved by it, and the pictures of junior high school come to mind, and what happened in this classroom keeps reappearing in my mind. By my side, my classmates' hearts were softened by music, and tears infiltrated their eyes.

Now, this feeling has magically appeared again. Similarly, I still can't help recalling the past. Now, it's almost a year since I left the third grade, and how deep my feelings for the third grade are, as if something is closely connected with it in my heart.

Learning must be the most eternal theme of grade three. Because the face has been prepared for it for more than 1000 days of senior high school entrance examination. Tired, really tired, but I really don't feel bitter. Everything, in a hurry, seems to have accidentally jumped from grade three to grade one. Oh, maybe it doesn't hurt me to say that, but I really don't have that kind of learning pain in my heart.

In order to prepare for the senior high school entrance examination, the grade arranged extra classes for our winter vacation and every Saturday morning. Who doesn't want to have a rest? I didn't want to go at first! It was the first class after the summer vacation of Grade Two. Simply put some books and a pen in the morning, then ride a bike lazily and go to school by bike. Along the way, I watched the old man doing morning exercises and the overpass that I went out to play yesterday. The days of August are not over yet. I really want to turn around and go straight to the park! Ah, but I have no choice but to force myself to go to school by bike. But I don't know why, after two or three times, I don't hate making up classes so much. The teacher often tells us a story about the third grade, winding up the bare study with a long and interesting plot. In our hearts, we also have a sense of mission and are determined to embark on this road. Gradually, every Saturday, we will meet the sunshine in the early morning of the weekend and embark on the road of seeking knowledge. People have become diligent and relaxed, perhaps because they have a feeling of hard work and sureness in their hearts. It is so easy for you to like learning in grade three, just like a student who spent eight years in a daze and finally found his goal in life in the ninth year. For this goal, we are willing to study every day ... A little sense of accomplishment germinates in this small junior high school garden and grows up day by day, as if it is gestating a kind of strength.

Of course, I didn't come alone in the third grade. Maybe only when you are about to lose it will you feel the preciousness of a thing! My old classmates and friends who have been with me for more than two years will be separated in less than a year. In a few months, this still full of atmosphere and bustling classroom will be empty. A few months?

These 40-year-old friends looked at the blue sky yesterday and smiled. They graduated in the foreseeable future and parted ways in a blink of an eye. The rest of the room is empty, and we will accompany the next junior three students to play our story again.

Although we haven't studied with our old friends for a long time, we are not enveloped by this sadness of parting, but cherish this precious time more. "Learning", this is really the soul of grade three! Things that used to be opposed to it in some ways are now obediently assimilated by it: in the first day of junior high school, I put down my homework and went out riding with my friends; In the second day of junior high school, I put down my pen and picked up the phone to chat with my classmates. On the third day, I will accompany my old friends to choose books, review articles, collect review materials in various subjects and discuss exercises with them ... Has it changed? The old friend suddenly seemed to become the closest comrade-in-arms, and we all walked hand in hand. At that time, learning also became a bridge to convey friendship. On the riverside road in the west of that school, from autumn to winter, from winter to spring, we shed a lot of laughter-celebrating getting high marks in exams, celebrating solving problems, and having a "hodgepodge" chat. Hehe, optimistic we let the pressure of study melt away. On the third day, our teeth basked in the sun every day.

"Today, a new clinical diagnosis case of atypical pneumonia was reported in Beijing ..." When this string of voices inexplicably came out of the TV and knocked on your ear coldly, no one would have expected that our school life in grade three ended early in the warm and pure April. ...

That was April 22nd last year. In the morning, I heard a classmate say that classes would be suspended. I didn't believe it at that time, because the school broadcast the day before said that "there is no plan to suspend classes", and the class teacher Shi just arranged the daily disinfection plan of our class yesterday. Surprisingly, however, classes were suspended in the afternoon. The leaves of the green flowers that have just been watered at noon are still dripping. God knows this time, this potted flower will spend a month and a half alone, so that it will eventually dry up and die! But with it, it is a new study life.

What is the best way to describe it? Submarine must be good! From April 23rd, my life as a submarine officially began. On the first day after the suspension of classes, I opened the window. Oh, my god The road outside the window is brightly lit by the sun, and the roar of cars in the past has not only become very small. The street is quiet and there is a feeling of pantomime. Surprised? The sound of an ambulance in the distance explains all this-SARS is coming, and the city seems to have lost its soul. No wonder, in those days, more than 100 people living around us were infected every day ... perhaps because of the tense atmosphere in the early days of SARS. I persisted for ten days before going out occasionally. Open the window for ventilation and disinfection, and then sit in your' small room' and start reading and doing problems. Perhaps to get rid of the fear of SARS, I would rather study hard all day than stop. I'm afraid my brain will stop, thinking about the day when this virus will fall from the sky and scare myself.

It's different from school now. There is no teacher's explanation, and there is no teacher's supervision ... but it is no problem for me and I will get used to it immediately. After making a preliminary plan and arranging the time, I will review it in a down-to-earth manner. I can accomplish a lot of things every day, and I feel that time has been fully utilized as never before. Plans are being completed one by one, and the mood is getting more and more relaxed.

The desk calendar in front of that desk is covered with symbols such as "March Milestones". When studying, don't forget to communicate with old friends and chat with teachers. The distance in space can't stop me from studying with my old friends. Telephone, SMS, E-mail and online forums have suddenly become the main ways to communicate with the outside world, completely replacing going out. Also, I watched "Classroom in the Air" by Beijing Radio 8 the other night.

A month and a half passed quickly, and the senior high school entrance examination came directly. This SARS made a junior high school student learn to study independently, developed strong perseverance, and made him more confident. A student who just walked out of youth, faced with the double challenges of this natural disaster and life goal, laughed at the end with the strength and self-confidence he knew in it. All this has made great contributions to my life as a third-grade student in the year 20xx. It's amazing! I'm proud of it.

My diary article 5 Hello everyone, my name is Wu Zhiyan. My school is very beautiful. Let's introduce today!

As soon as you enter the gate, you can see a small park-Happiness Square. There is a child reading there! How serious he is! There are also a group of children and a teacher dancing around a big tree. There is also a sculpture of grandma Bing Xin on the left. Grandma Bing Xin has a book in her hand, which shows that she loves learning very much. She is really a famous writer! Go ahead and you will see three teaching buildings standing on the ground like three students. There is a beautiful botanical garden between Teaching Building B and Teaching Building C, where butterflies are dancing happily. There is a tall and straight kapok tree in the botanical garden, like a soldier guarding the botanical garden. The flowers on the tree are beautiful. They are like little suns. There are many birds in the tree, and there are many birds in the tree, as if to say, "The botanical garden is so beautiful! I really hope that my friends can see such beautiful scenery! " .

Then we came to the famous poetry-singing workshop. There are neat tables and chairs beside the poetry workshop, and a famous saying is written on each table. In the evening, there will be many children doing their homework and waiting for their parents.

Look here. This is Yahui Square in our school. On the ground of Yahui Square, a huge map of China is printed. It is much more convenient for us to play travel games. We can jump from Guangdong to Tianjin, from Tianjin to Heilongjiang, from Heilongjiang to Inner Mongolia, from ... We sometimes hold school meetings in Yahui Square. Our Yahui Square is really great!

Article 6 in my diary, we will feel anxious because we are far away from our imaginary self. I don't like myself now, so I will try to change it, and I will act immediately, because only you can do this, and only you can find the exit. Don't be afraid of change. People who really love you will understand you, tolerate your shortcomings, accept your changes and bless your future. And those who say you have changed, ignore them, it's only because you no longer live according to the trajectory they want. Remember those who have been with you to understand your silence, and forget those who say that you have changed and stay away from you.

In fact, you won't realize how powerful you are until one day you find that all the fulcrums around you have fallen, and neither have you. No one can beat you, except yourself, you should learn to cover your ears and not listen to those bustling voices. There is no one in this world who is not suffering. Only you can really heal yourself.

Remember that when everything is lost, the future is still there, okay? When setbacks come again and again, accept it and get through it. Who hasn't been sad and lonely, who hasn't been frustrated and forced, who didn't love a few people when he was young, and who hasn't been blacklisted by a few people? Aren't those wounds healing slowly? You survived.

You have become a better person, so continue to pursue bravely, wait, wait for the right person, wait for the day when the sun finds your dream. One day we will all be old, and we will live well without regrets.

One day, we will all become strong, and nothing can disturb our inner peace.

My school is very beautiful, and I like it very much.

Spring has come and swallows have flown back; I don't know when, the grass sneaked out; All kinds of small flowers also burst into smiles, including red, yellow and pink ... with bright colors, which are refreshing.

Rumble, summer is coming. The tree also turned green, like a huge umbrella, which brought us shade. Some students are playing, some are skipping rope and some are playing chess. Everyone is having a good time!

When I went to Qiu Lai in summer, ivory turned yellow. Walking under the ivory red, suddenly, a golden butterfly caught my eye and danced happily in the air. Oh, that's not a butterfly, it's just a yellow leaf.

Unconsciously, winter comes quietly. Although it is very cold in winter, colorful "flowers" bloom from time to time in the school-it turned out that students came to class in the cold rain with all kinds of flower umbrellas!

Our school is not only a beautiful garden, but also the cradle of our happy growth.

Today, the teacher wants to choose a pair of hosts from our class to host the birthday party. Many interesting things have happened. We were divided into three groups. When it was the first group's turn to rehearse, they were still reading well at first, but after a while, the male host somehow became nervous, and his voice clicked as if his upper and lower teeth were fighting. When it was the turn of the second group, the female host read really well, while the male host looked around like a monkey, which looked particularly funny. When it was the third group's turn, the hostess read best, her voice was high and low, and she was very comfortable. In the last group, both hosts read well, but they made a joke and made everyone laugh.

This is such a beautiful and happy campus that I like it.

Article 8 in my diary is a familiar word. Everyone is growing. Growth can be varied. When we are educated, when we know our mistakes, or when we are tempered by difficulties, we will grow. ...

I still remember when I was in the first grade of primary school, I heard the adults talk about the 16th National Congress, but I didn't know anything about the 16th National Congress. One night, when I was eating and watching TV news with my relatives, my grandfather asked me a question: "Ningning, what is the 16th National Congress?" I replied, "Sixteen adults are in a meeting." Hearing this, the relatives laughed. Dad told me: "Ningning, the 16th National Congress is the 16th People's Congress convened by the party and state leaders."

Now, I have grown up, and I am already a fifth-grade pupil. I am no longer the "little cute" who knows nothing. I can tie my hair, choose my own clothes, tidy my room and go to school by myself ... I also help my mother do some housework when I am free. When my parents are tired, I will give them my little hand.

Aunt worked overtime yesterday. She brought my brother to my house and asked my mother to take care of him for a day. Unexpectedly, grandpa called to say that grandma was not feeling well and asked her mother to accompany her to the hospital. Helpless, I can only take care of my brother's errand. My mother was worried when she left, urging me to take good care of my brother. After mom left, the naughty brother jumped up and down on the bed for a while, then picked up the broom and said, "Here comes my old grandson!" " "One after another dangerous action, sono.. I think my brother likes to listen to the story of the Monkey King, so I tried my best, and my brother really listened with relish. Then, I taught my brother to put together puzzles, draw pictures and do math problems ... Soon it was four o'clock in the afternoon and my mother came back. Seeing this scene, a gratified smile appeared on her face.

Now, I feel that I have really grown up and can solve many things independently. I hope we can face up to the difficulties, overcome them tenaciously and make continuous progress in the future. This is the real growth.

The ninth article in my diary: I have gained a lot of "fruits" in the winter vacation, among which the most unforgettable thing is being a parent for a day!

That day, my mother and sister were not at home, and only my father and I were left at home. Dad is sleeping in the room, and I am doing my homework in the room until half past nine. When I came out of the room, I thought it was just me and my father at home. Let me be a parent for a day. Anyway, there is also this item in the homework. After that, I picked up the broom to sweep the floor. Sweep the hall, sweep the kitchen, sweep the dining room, and then sweep the room and corridor. It's already eleven o'clock after sweeping the floor. I thought it was eleven o'clock, and there were still forty minutes to cook. I can watch TV for a while. Time to cook. Although I was reluctant to leave the TV, I went to prepare cooking materials. 、

I started cooking. Usually, mom's cooking seems very simple, but it's a bit difficult to do it alone. First, I washed the rice, added some water, then added some bacon and turned on the power. Continue to make soup. Because the soup was made last night, just turn on the switch. You can cook vegetables while cooking soup. When the vegetables are cooked, rice and soup will be fine. Just another meal.

Life in winter vacation has taught me that only by constantly trying and working hard can I succeed. This is the harvest of my winter vacation …

In front of my desk, there is a wall and a window.

A wall, for a tramp, can shelter from the wind and rain, but for a meditator, it may be an obstacle or a ladder, and its skin is white.

I often look up from my book and stare at the white wall for a long time. I found a pair of eyes hidden in the wall, and they were staring at me. I searched in my mind, whose eyes are these? Until I suddenly realized.

I know what eyes mean: be quiet, son, and don't be impetuous.

Let's talk about this window on the wall. It used to be made of wood, painted with red paint, with lattice and glass, and a rolling window on it. This kind of window bears traces of the great industrial age. When I was a teenager, I occasionally went to the city and admired the windows of people in the city. At that time, my window was to cut a square hole in the wall and then insert some rough wooden sticks.

Later, I worked in the city and had windows like this at home. It has been with me for many years, and I have written many praise articles for this window. For example, "two glasses are two wings of a bird." It stops at my desk and spreads its wings to take me away at any time. " A few years ago, I replaced the wooden window with an aluminum alloy window. The new window is wide and bright. When I look up, I can see the high sky and the buildings under it. Windows also bring the outside world, such as breezes, songs, figures and noises. ...

I often look up from my book and stare at the sky outside the window. I feel that its infinity is a huge container, which holds too many eyes. These eyes are long or short, or confused or clear, until the chaotic emotions are sorted out.

Once, I suddenly saw the eye nitrile from this empty sky, dignified and loving, and I understood this sentence again: be quiet, son, don't be impetuous.

Now, the eyes on the wall and the eyes in the sky are facing me day by day. They know me well and understand me. What they told me was exactly what I needed.

Over the years, I have been far away from peace. I won't know when I got lost unless someone reminded me. Now, I will put peace in my body and words.