Four 300-word diaries of the third week of the Lunar New Year

Chapter 1

This Saturday, as soon as I finished my homework, I went to my father’s workplace.

I arrived at the bus stop, and coincidentally, a bus was slowly driving towards me. I got on the bus in a hurry and grabbed a seat.

After a few stops, the carriage gradually became crowded, and the entire carriage was like a sardine can.

Suddenly, the bus stopped at the stop sign. Here comes an old woman on crutches. She was walking slowly towards our row. What to do? Should I give up my seat or not? Just when I was hesitant, a young man suddenly stood up and said, "Grandma, please sit down." After saying that, he helped grandma to his seat. Since I had already given up my seat, I continued to sit on my seat as if nothing had happened.

After a few more stops, the carriage became more crowded. I looked back at the young man. He was already sweating from being squeezed out.

At the bottom station, people poured out like water. The young man's foot was stepped on by someone unknown, and the pain caused him to scream "Ahhhh". I thought, does it hurt so much to be stepped on by someone else?

After a while, people were getting ready, and I got out of the car. Under the car, the young man lifted up his trousers, and I saw that the foot was wrapped in white cloth. It turned out that it was an injured leg.

I stood there, dumbfounded, thinking: Am I still a qualified Young Pioneer?

Chapter 2

On this Thursday and Friday, our school held the autumn track and field meet, and 20 students from our class signed up to participate in the meet. . At eight o'clock on Thursday morning, the sports meeting starts on time.

The game will start as soon as you enter the stadium. The first is the women's 60-meter and 100-meter sprint competitions. Guo Sicong from our class is one of them. While she was still preparing for the start, our class was already shouting cheers and cheers for her. Just hearing a "bang" gunshot, she started running, and the cheers and shouts of our class became louder and louder. When it rang, Guo Sicong ran well.

After the 60 meters, it was Jin Mengjiao’s turn to run 800 meters, and I was unlucky again. Why? That's because I'm going to be her health care provider. Some people may say, what’s wrong with being a medical worker? You can also enjoy the cool weather. But I feel bad about it. If you don’t believe it, see for yourself. I was quite happy at first. The teacher took them there, and I hurried to the terminal to pick her up. However, I waited for a long time and still didn't see Jin Mengjiao's figure. The heat made my mouth dry and my body sweating. Later, I asked the teacher: "When will it be Jin Mengjiao's turn?" "In two more grades," the teacher said. There are still two more grades to go, and I really can’t wait any longer. I will never be an ambulanceman again.

On Friday afternoon, our school held a closing ceremony and reported the total score of each class, the ranking in the year, the ranking of athletes and other items. Our class got third place, which is worse than last semester, but friendship comes first and competition comes second. I believe that through this competition, we will continue our efforts and we will definitely get first place next time.

Chapter 3

From this day on, I began to understand that trust really cannot be given away at will.

The people I trusted made me very sad. They thought they were playing a little joke, but they put my self-esteem and the reputation of others at stake. I don’t know how generous I am to them, as I always laugh at their many jokes; or do they think that I, who is usually smiling, don’t care about every joke they make. I'm afraid none of you thought that I would cry like that after hearing*, but I bet none of you can taste my heartbreak.

I admit that it was indeed a prank. Maybe I would laugh it off normally, but this time you used someone else’s reputation as a bargaining chip. Not to mention I heard it from other people’s mouths*. Even if you had come and explained it to me a few minutes earlier, I wouldn't have had such a big reaction. I feel like the poor clown in the eyes of others. I am nervous, worried, and even angry.

And for you as bystanders and planners, this is all such a funny comedy, isn't it?

You don’t understand why I lost my temper because you don’t know how much weight you hold in my heart; what I care about is not the incident itself, but the person who did it. Thank you for letting me know what betrayal is, letting me know what being a fool is, and letting me know what life is like a play. I finally choose to forgive you, but please remember that we are no longer us.

Chapter 4

When I think of those things unintentionally, it makes me feel a kind of warmth and joy that I have never felt before.

For me, Christmas is just an extremely ordinary holiday. Postcards, greeting cards, apples... these holiday-related objects are constantly flowing in the class, but these things don't seem to have much intersection with me. For a girl with ordinary looks, average grades, and little communication with others, she is destined to be ignored during Christmas. On the night of Christmas Eve, after dinner, I walked back to the classroom alone and accidentally looked up at the sky. The stars in the evening could not wait to fill the sky, but due to the haze, those stars looked so dim that it made I have an indescribable feeling of sadness. That day I deliberately avoided the road with the supermarket and went back to the classroom, just because the more lonely a person is, the less suitable it is to stay in a lively environment.

I walked back to the classroom. There were not many people in the classroom. I think most of them went out to play. I silently reached my position, picked up the pen, and started writing my homework. But as I wrote, I felt lost in thought, and I remembered something that happened in junior high school. That day was also Christmas Eve. I got up early when I remembered that today was Christmas Eve, and happily ran to the fruit stand and bought 3 apples. I thought about giving apples to my friends, and they would definitely not forget that today is Christmas Eve, so they would definitely give me apples. But when I happily gave the apple to them, they smiled, and then showed an embarrassed expression. "I'm sorry, I forgot to buy you an apple today." I couldn't help feeling cold, but I smiled and said, "It doesn't matter," and walked away silently.

Soon there were more people in the classroom, exchanging postcards and apples received today. I slowly brought my thoughts back to the present. Suddenly someone put an apple on my table. I raised my head and looked at him. He quickly said: "Don't get me wrong, it wasn't from me. Someone just asked me to give it to you. Here, there is also this greeting card." I picked it up happily. Greeting card, carefully opened the card, signed: We are no longer in the same school, but I asked someone to give this apple to you. I hope you can spend this Christmas Eve happily without my company. It is also to replenish the apple you are missing. I have finished reading the content. His eyes couldn't help but get wet. He just didn't expect that he would still remember the apple. What he didn't expect was that on this Christmas Eve this year, someone would actually remember me, even if it was just one thing. Little things make me feel warm.