Write a diary of at least 100 words on March 3rd.

March 3rd diary should be at least 100 words, and March 3rd diary should be 400 words. There are many ways to write the origin of March 3.

The first statement: During the ancient flood period, the Li people living along the Changhua River in Zhejiang suffered a very big flood. People and animals suffered heavy casualties, leaving only a pair of brothers and sisters named Tian Fei and Nanyin. When the two brothers and sisters grew up, they decided to look for partners separately and agreed to take their partners back to Yanwoling together on the third day of the third lunar month every year.

As a result, both of them failed in recent years. Seeing that no one else could be found, my sister reluctantly tattooed her face with a bamboo stick and dyed it with plants to prevent her brother from recognizing herself, so as to get married and continue the competition. So, on the third day of March of one year, they got married at the foot of Yanwoling, where they spun and woven, had children, cultivated land, dug ponds and raised fish, and produced offspring for the Li nationality. This is also the legend of the origin of the "March 3" festival and tattoos of the Li nationality. After that, every year on March 3rd, Nanyin and Mrs. Tian Fei and their descendants will come back here to welcome the arrival of spring. Many years later, Tian Fei and Nanyin slept in a cave and became a pair of stones. In order to commemorate the achievements of the two brothers and sisters, the descendants of the Li nationality named this cave Mother Cave.

On March 3rd every year, Li people, men, women and children, bring glutinous rice, cakes, zongzi and rice wine from all directions to commemorate their ancestors, and pray for the prosperity and happiness of their nation by singing and dancing. Later, on March 3rd every year, the working people of Li nationality commemorated this auspicious day in various ways. March 3 will naturally become a grand festival for the Li family.

According to the second theory, it is said that a long time ago, there was an evil crow spirit in the cave, which made it impossible for the Lebanese people to live and work in peace and contentment. One day, the crow caught the beautiful girl Li and Luo Cha. On March 3rd this year, Gui, my mother's sweetheart, went up the mountain with a sharp knife and a bow to save her, and was killed by the crow essence. The Russian mother was very sad when she heard the news, and finally killed the crow essence while it was sleeping, revenged for Agui, and saved the Li people from great harm. My mother has never been married. Every year on the third day of the third lunar month, she goes to Hubei Xiandong to sing her love songs when she was in love with Agui. Later, in memory of her, the Li people named this cave Erniang Cave (Changjiang). On March 3 every year, unmarried young men and women of the nearby Li nationality gather in Goose Fairy Ridge, singing love songs and looking for their Prince Charming. This activity has expanded year by year, spreading to various Li inhabited areas in Hainan, forming a grand traditional festival for Li people in Hainan.

There is also a saying that March 3 is a festival to commemorate the birth of the ancient ancestor "Li Mu" of the Li nationality and celebrate the happiness and prosperity of the Li people.

Diary, March 3rd, 100 words to help grandma wash the dishes.

Today, many guests came to my house for dinner. The table is full of plates. My grandmother is very busy. I helped her wash the dishes.

I put the bowl in the sink, soaked it in water first, and then put a little detergent. I wiped the inside and outside of the bowl with a rag and put it in the clear water pool to wash one by one. Then put it in the cupboard and grandma's bowl will be ready.

Grandma smiled and said to me; You are a good boy who is capable and sensible.

I can ride a bike.

On weekends, when my father took me to my mother-in-law's house by bike, I kind of wanted to ride a bike.

Coincidentally, my father also wants me to ride a bike.

So, I learned to ride a big bike. The first time I learned to dig crabs, I left the cushion and rode. My dad held me first and then let me go. My feet slip easily, but my body won't fall off. I need to practice more!

It seems that cycling is not only a physical activity, but also a technical activity!

make dumplings

Today, my grandpa and grandma package jiaozi together. Jiaozi's wrapping method is: first put some meat in the middle of the skin, then dip some water in the edge of the skin, and then fold the head and tail in half to crumple, and a jiaozi is completed. Grandma and I packed a lot of jiaozi, but Grandpa didn't pack anything like ours. Grandpa wrapped it like a little moon, long and swollen, and then we wrapped it. I'm looking forward to eating jiaozi tomorrow morning.

My new schoolbag.

Today, my mother gave me a new schoolbag. It's very beautiful. Its body and belt are all colored. It has three floors. On the first floor, I have a pencil box, books and exercise books. The second floor is equipped with badges. Two medals were posted on the third floor, one was Cinderella and the other was a bow. I especially like the new schoolbag my mother gave me.

Jokes. At least a hundred. I was just passing by. ............

I think I am dead, which aroused this desire in my lonely and long journey. ...

Walking in a snowy winter, I can't imagine what kind of expression I should have. Maybe! I should be expressionless: this complex world with too many impurities does not allow me to be expressionless, for no reason. This earthly thing is meaningless, and not many people will tell you why. This is secular.

The world is so strange that it is hurt by gossip unconsciously.

I have always been a good girl, which is by no means melodramatic. When I am happy, I will be neurotic, or buy snacks to celebrate, or talk and laugh with a few close friends, or try to hold a pen, and my heart will move with me ... But when I am lonely and helpless, my heart ached, and I will curl up in my own world. As soon as anyone closes the door, I will be as silent as death. I want to express my feelings, but I can't find them. I only touched two words: "silence". How good silence is! Heartache, sadness, failure and loneliness are all revived in silence. Then, they attacked me again, but I was not afraid. I believe I am strong, and I will stick to it ... It's just that I'm worried that the people I love and those who love me will get hurt, and I'm afraid that disaster will hit me even harder. ...

More often, I am meditating, thinking about life and thinking about life, but the world requires me to think less and do more.

I forgot the year and looked at the notes given to me by my classmates and teachers with astringent eyes. I forgot, what year and month? Suddenly I felt like a protein, but I forgot and couldn't remember. My head hurts a little. ...

Outside the window, the winter sunshine climbed my shabby desk for the first time, eroding the memories accumulated by many physical formulas. I looked at the sun, then at the teachers and classmates, and they became blurred. I imagine that when they look at me, they are hazy and I want to cry.

Reality cuts me to pieces, and then a person sucks the wound for himself in the corner. Like Siwei, I became an ugly duckling in distress. I am very helpless. My helplessness is that I can't give up a threat of respect and being respected. I can't put all the pains together one by one and be cruel.

Throw it at the starting line ...

Maybe I should hate God's injustice. In the eyes of classmates and teachers, everything about me is incomprehensible. My crazy idea made me so unfortunate. But I can't. I respect their ideas as much as I respect myself. I believe that after a storm comes a clear day, I must believe it, because it is the immortal sun.

Finally, I twitched my nose. Yes, the grass can't resist the temptation of spring, so I shed tears-I don't admit that I cried, because tears don't mean sadness. I firmly believe that giving others a chance is also a kind of respect for yourself.

I think I should pay for respect! Why not? Because someone has to buy it.

Diary of Grade Three in Primary School ~ 2065438+2006× 2006× 2006× 2006× 2006× 2006× 2006× 2006× 2006× 2006× 2006× 2006× 2006× 2006× 2006× 2006× 2006× 2006× 2006× 2006 × 2006× 2006 × 2006 × 2006 × 20006 × 2 2006× 2006× 2006× 2006× 2006× 2006× 2006× 2006× 20 My mother and I took out the soybeans, picked them and soaked them in warm water for several hours.

Diary of primary school students in grade three, writing five articles in one hundred words. This morning, I went to a taekwondo class.

When I went to class, my classmates had been practicing for a long time. At first, the coach said, "Back kick, side kick, 360 degrees above the yellow belt;" The yellow belt has been kicking sideways and kicking the opposite side; Those with leucorrhea will be kicked twice before the meeting and once after. "We practiced a lesson seriously according to the requirements of the coach.

After class, the five of us got together to play games. Guess the fist first. I won and Mr. Zhang lost. Those who guessed hid, and those who guessed lost arrested, so Mr. Zhang came to arrest us. I sit under a big tree, not far from him, but he can't see. "Ha ha! He may be busy catching others and forgetting me. " I think so. At this moment, Moweijie came over and said, "I play, too." But suddenly * * * rang, so we had to go back to class. After a hard training class, I went home with a happy mood.

What a happy day! I hope tomorrow is also a happy day.

At noon today, my mother said to me, "You are so old, it's time to do housework. Well, your sneakers are dirty. Take them to wash themselves in the afternoon. " "Oh," I promised.

After lunch, I took my shoes, washing powder and brush upstairs to the balcony. I wet my shoes first, then dip the brush in some washing powder and brush it around the vamp. Soon, a bubble appeared on the shoe, very small, like a grain of rice. Under the sunshine, it is colorful and beautiful.

I went on to brush the vamp, but there was no vamp to brush. I worked hard. Soon, black water dripped on the shoes. These shoes are really dirty! . After brushing for a while, the dirty things on the shoes were also washed clean. I continued to brush another pair, and soon, the other pair was also cleaned. I put my shoes in a pot, soaked them for a while, then took them out to drain and dried them in the sun.

Through this shoe washing, I know that it is not easy for my mother to do housework. I must help my mother more in the future.

In the evening, after dinner, I ran to the computer and drew a rose. I first drew the core of the rose, which is twisted and needs five elements. I drew its shape very carefully. Then, I drew its petals, which are also curved and difficult to draw. However, I draw with great care. Then, I painted layer by layer, and a beautiful rose appeared in front of me, but my thorns were very sharp. I thought it would be more beautiful to add a few leaves, so a beautiful painting was born again. But it will look better after painting. First color the flowers, one layer of two colors, green branches and leaves, and a painting is born. I showed the photos to my mother and asked her to grade them. She got 99.97 points. I'm so happy.

I know one hundred words in Diary of a Bat in the Night Sky. We can often see some black shadows flying around in the night sky. I asked my mother, "What is that shadow?" Mother replied, "It's a bat." I asked my mother again, "What do they look like?" Mom doesn't know.

This afternoon, I finally saw bat specimens in the library. A bat has a pair of black wings, a furry body and a mouse head. There is a film between the body and claws, which can help bats fly like wings.

Diary: My uncle's house-100 Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and my mother and I are going to my uncle's house to play. We went to the supermarket to choose round cakes. After careful selection, we finally bought a beautiful box of moon cakes and went to my uncle's house. On the way, my mother repeatedly told me, "Be polite." I took my mother's words to heart.

Arrived at my uncle's house. As soon as you enter the door, you say, "Happy Mid-Autumn Festival to you." Uncle said, "Please come in and sit down." Then my uncle brought me a cup of tea. I took the cup in both hands and turned to send beautiful moon cakes to my uncle. Uncle opened the mooncake box and let's choose a mooncake to taste. I chose bean paste, my mother chose candied dates and my uncle chose mung beans. We sat on the balcony, enjoying the moon and tasting moon cakes. My mother and uncle asked me, "What is the moon like?" I giggled and said, "The moon is like a big round moon cake, and I can't wait to take a bite." Uncle and mother couldn't help laughing when they heard this. I played computer at my uncle's house again.

It was late, and we reluctantly left my uncle's house. On the way home, I thought to myself: the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival is really beautiful! I love Mid-Autumn Festival!

Quanzhou Diary 100 words. Most of our generation are only children, the little sun at home. My parents and grandparents all revolve around us like planets. Because parents want their children to succeed and their daughters to succeed, they don't understand their children. In life, some parents spoil their children so much that they are afraid to eat them in their mouths and put them in their hands. They buy a lot of calcium tablets and oral liquid for their children and force them to eat this and that every day. In learning, they have formulated a "growth route" for their children. In addition to the two-point and one-line life of school and family, they also arranged various remedial classes and tutors. Examination results have become a catalyst for their joys and sorrows. If they do well in the exam, they will smile with joy. If they don't, they will be furious, which will greatly hurt their self-esteem. Some parents check their children's schoolbags, peek at their diaries and open their children's letters privately in order to keep abreast of their children's movements. (fortunately, I have never met such a parent. They can't wait to keep their children under their wings forever and lock them in the family safe. In such an environment, children dare not have their own thoughts and lose their innocence and childlike interest. The article "antelope woodcarving" in Chinese textbooks tells the story of parents forcing the protagonist to get antelope woodcarving for his friends. Parents, why can't you put yourself in others' shoes?