Weekly diary of grade three

Inadvertently, the week has ended. We must have something impressive and have a lot to record. It's time to write a weekly diary. So how should I write a weekly diary? The following are seven notes collected by me for reference only. Let's have a look.

My father is a person who loves to laugh, with a big nose, black eyes and a small mouth. Very funny! Let me introduce my father:

Dad often teases me. Sometimes, he opens his mouth with his hand and makes me laugh. Sometimes he wears a pair of children's glasses and says, "Look at my glasses! Is it fun? " I feel that he is wearing my glasses like a child who is much more stupid than me, but he is not stupid! At other times, he wears a white coat with big blue letters, like a man who repairs air conditioners. Even my mother said he looked like an air conditioner repairman, but my father didn't feel it. My father is still wearing my hairpin, but I still laugh and laugh.

My father will play the devil's advocate. I told my mom it was cold, and my dad said it was neither cold nor cold, so hot and so hot. I told my mother it was hot and my father said it was cold. I told my mother to buy sorbet! Dad said, don't buy sorbet unless it's hot! Hehe, I don't know why, maybe it's a personal feeling. This is what my mother told me.

I get angry sometimes, and I'm ready to explode. My father laughed, too, and I don't know why. When I was furious, my father beat me and knocked me with chopsticks, but I didn't cry and kept giving him a hand.

I like my father, because others don't have such a good father, and I feel very happy.

I am in grade three this year, and I am more happy and sad. When I was young, I was jealous when I saw those big brothers and sisters studying in colleges and universities. I wanted to grow up then! It's really the third day, and the learning task is heavy at once. Seeing those little brothers and sisters living so easily, I want to go back to childhood!

By the third day, I found that my family's attitude towards me had changed a little, especially my once gentle mother. Just a few days after entering the third grade, she began to mobilize my thoughts: "I am already in the third grade, so I must work harder and be admitted to the market ..."

I remember that afternoon, when I came home from school and just entered the house, my mother shouted, "Dinner is not ready yet, hurry up, don't waste time, go to study first!" " I gave a surprise "Oh" and thought, Mom was not like this before ... Just thinking, Mom added, "Why are you still staring? Hurry up! "I had to go home and start solving this problem.

In the evening, my family sat around to eat and watch the news. Mom added: "Don't watch the news after dinner, do your homework quickly, and don't do it in the middle of the night." "Oh." I answered in my mouth, but I was muttering in my heart, when will I write my homework until midnight?

I don't want to turn to my father for help. On the whole, my father is very at ease with me, and he is also very loose. Unexpectedly, my father actually said to my mother, "Yes, I study hard and have more homework." The critical moment has come, don't relax. "Looking at dad like this, I am disheartened. I want to help my mother clear the table after supper. As soon as I took the rag, my mother said, "What are you doing? Learning is the most important thing! " "I'm thinking again, cleaning the table will not be admitted to high school? If I were a mother, I would praise me for being sensible.

With doubts, I went back to my house to continue my homework, and suddenly I felt that someone was watching me. I turned around and found my mother looking at me not far away. After a day of weather, I strongly asked, "Mom-Mom, what's the matter?" She said confidently: "since you can find me, it means that you are not focused enough, and your concentration needs to be strengthened!" " "I closed the door and left, but I began to feel uneasy. I always feel that there are eyes staring at me.

Alas, is this the trouble of grade three? On the third day, I knew I had to study hard, but mom, please don't do this!

It's cloudy in the morning, and the air seems to be frozen and stuffy!

After a while, a few small raindrops fell heavily on the glass, and it rained-fluttering silk fell from the sky, like ten thousand silver lines, and a row of raindrops fell from the eaves, like a bead curtain. It rained harder and harder, and suddenly it became a thread, and our surroundings became a sea of silk and a world of threads. Rain falls on the leaves of various flowers and plants, and condenses into crystal drops, which adds a bit of charm to flowers and plants. Many colorful "little mushrooms" have suddenly grown on the earth. They are people's umbrellas! Rain falls on people's colorful umbrellas, and the beads of rain crawl slowly, leaving winding footprints on the umbrellas, flowing down the steel wire and dripping into the potholes along the road. Bang, splash, ripples spread in circles. Rain fell on the leaves again, and round pearls appeared, lying quietly on the leaves. The wind came, it changed the direction of the rain, tilted, and the rain beads swayed and fell with the wind, but she seemed reluctant to hang on the tip of the leaf and refused to fall.

The rain beat on the roof and the glass, playing an exciting movement. Like a silver hair and a zither line shaking, I looked up into the distance, hazy, distant mountains and tall buildings ... covered by dense rain curtains, all around were quiet, only heard intermittent rain.

Rain brings infinite vitality to the earth. It nourishes the earth and everything in the world in a unique way ... how amazing nature is!

It was sunny this afternoon, and the kitten dozed off quietly in the nest.

"Buzz-"I don't know where a deadly bee appeared. It ran amok. The kitten looked at it doubtfully and seemed a little eager to catch it. Bees don't seem to be afraid, brightening the thorns on their stomachs, while kittens have the spirit that newborn calves are not afraid of tigers. They swooped with their paws for 20 minutes and didn't even catch the bee's hair. I was so anxious that I patted the half-dead bees on the ground with a fly. The kitten was very happy at this moment, walking around the bee like a donkey, thinking: Hum, demo, just you, playing with me is not my opponent. What's the matter, silly, it's over, hehe.

Then, the kitten tentatively touched the bee with its small paw. When the bee didn't respond, it boldly turned its nose up and only heard a scream of "Ow-". The kitten jumped out of the room, shaking her head like a rattle and rubbing her nose with her paws in turn. Soon, its little nose was red and swollen.

Mom came back and heard that Mimi was stung by a bee. She tried to soothe her broken heart and pinched her swollen little nose. As a result, Mimi went crazy with pain, bared her teeth at her mother, stretched out her claws and chased her relentlessly, determined to avenge that pinch.

Hey, my poor cat, honey, it wasn't mom who stung you, it was a bee!

A boy who just took the senior high school entrance examination lives next door to my house. One day I asked him about my junior high school life, and he looked serious before he spoke. I can't help feeling nervous.

It's finally the young master's turn to go to the third grade. I have been puzzled for a long time, and finally I know why he turned pale when he talked about the third grade. As soon as "ABC" walked out of the classroom, "xy" stepped into the classroom; Before this class, "Li Qingzhao" stood outside the door early, still talking about literature. Homework and exercises are piled up one after another like Gai Lou, refills are changed one after another, glasses are added again and again, my neck hurts every day, and my heart is getting annoyed every day. I really get up earlier than chickens, sleep later than dogs, eat worse than pigs and cook more than cows. Thousands of sentences, less than 10 thousand, were turned away and merged into one sentence: "Oh, my God! Your sincere believers please save me from my misery! "

My life in the third grade is similar to that of Foxconn workers in Shenzhen-I do endless mechanical exercise every day. Recently, I have nothing but pens, erasers, bicycles and Japanese cards. What I want most every day is not dollars and gold bars, but enough uninterrupted sleep.

This kind of life makes me angry and angry easily. I clearly remember that I didn't eat because I was fined by "ABC", and I was very unhappy. It rained heavily that night, and the street lamps were turned off for maintenance. This road, which I can walk unimpeded with my eyes closed and my hands swung, was heavily planted here today-I slipped. Deep enough to swim across the ground, the small fish's water embraced me and my clothes affectionately. I rolled and crawled all the way in this "25,000-mile long March" and got home. My fire finally broke out. At this time, if you put me in a thermal power plant, I believe it can save tens of thousands of tons of coal for the country. I shouted, "Open the door." Mom opened the door.

When I entered the door, I found that my mother usually cooks for me. Today, there is only air and northwest wind on the table. Hungry and angry, I blurted out, "You didn't do it when it was time to cook, did you?" Before my mother could explain, I left my wet clothes and went into the house.

I don't know how long it took, but a fragrance floated in. Mom cooked the meal. Before my mother called me, I got up and came to the table. Looking at the food on the table, I felt a warm current spread all over my body. Yes, only mother is good in the world, and only mother won't mind your shortcomings and mistakes. Looking at my mother's room, I made up my mind that no matter what storms I will encounter tomorrow, I must stick to it for my mother's sake. Yes, we must insist. As long as you persist, you will succeed.

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.

Three years have passed quickly, and the exam will be held in June. I'm going to be separated from my classmates soon, and I feel a little uncomfortable.

With the upcoming senior high school entrance examination in June, I don't know if I can be admitted to an ideal high school. However, my parents are very worried about us and call the teacher every day. And we don't even know it. The teacher told us that our parents were more anxious than us. And we don't seem to care at all. For more than 20 days, I began to read books, do homework and review carefully ... now I know the importance of learning. I used to play computer, but now I regret not studying.

I hope parents who read this article will study hard. A lazy youth, a lousy age.

It's really difficult to be separated from my classmates who have been together for three years. At least we worked together. We will separate, we will go to the school we need, good and bad. Now I want to talk to my classmates about parting. I've said it many times in three years, and I haven't separated. Now that we are separated, we really have to "love each other for a long time." ..... Don't be sad, forcing a smile is a lie. Now, what is there to keep? Cry when you should, chat when you should, and get together when you should. How do you know what will happen tomorrow?

And we will go our own way in the future. After graduation, I want to keep those warm days, and I am eager to get into the torrent of life as soon as possible. It's really a little reluctant to leave these classmates. After all, three years of ups and downs, we share.