High school summer vacation weekly diary 300 words

Inadvertently, a week has ended. In this short time, we must have a lot of doubts. Let's act at once and write a weekly diary. Before you write, you should consider the content and structure! The following is my 300-word high school summer vacation weekly diary for your reference, hoping to help friends in need.

High school summer vacation weekly diary 300 words 1 longing for the future and nostalgia for the past are the yardsticks for growth.

-Introduction

After the afterglow, I leaned on my grandmother's bent back and quietly watched the clouds dye red before the sun went down. How I wish the time machine could press the pause button here, so happy.

My mother once said that my grandmother's spine was bent by me. When I was old enough to get off my grandmother's back, her back could not stand straight.

Remember when I was a child, I liked watching trains. At that time, science and technology were underdeveloped, and trains were a novelty in the village. I always take me to see the train when grandma is free. I was not tall enough when I was a child. My grandmother always tells me behind my back, "I like watching trains so much that I will drive in the future." From time to time, I would lie on my grandmother's back and shout stupidly, "It's good to drive a train! After the train passes, I will go home with my grandmother.

Later, grandma couldn't carry me on her back, so she turned her protection into her arms. In summer, on the night of cicada singing, grandma took me to sit in a rocking chair. "That's the Big Dipper." "Like a spoon." "No, like grandma's ears." Grandma, hehe, shook her fan. I leaned on my grandmother's shoulder. "It's like an eye, and it will blink again." ..... On grandma's shoulder, laughter, cicadas and starry sky were woven into a midsummer night's dream.

Now that I have moved to a new home, I have no chance to chat with my grandmother on midsummer night, and I don't know when the sky has been clouded and the stars have disappeared.

Leaning on grandma's thin shoulder, my eyes are sour. When the balance of growth loses its center of gravity, nostalgia will occupy the whole soul. Grandma, I want to be so happy.

The 300-word weekly diary of high school summer vacation 2 may be the change brought about by growth. For a time, my father and I were estranged and even had some contradictions.

Under my repeated hints, my father naturally understood something. He will no longer hold my hand and pat me on the shoulder affectionately, but sometimes he will be uneasy.

I remember that day clearly. I made an appointment with my friends to go to the bookstore with great interest, but my father stubbornly sent me away, and kept nagging "social security is very chaotic" and "there are many thieves on the road" I agreed, but I was absent-minded. At the crossroads, I begged my father to go back. I don't want my friends to see my father's stupid posture. He couldn't beat me, so he nodded. I breathed a sigh of relief and left without looking back.

The sunshine in March is a little charming, and I keep showing off my posture with my gorgeous coat. This enchanting makes people feel a little sleepy. I put my hand over my forehead and turned around inadvertently, only to find the shadow at the crossroads and those anxious eyes.

The footsteps naturally stop, and the shadow waits so firmly. The sun tanned his forehead. Those eyes have been looking at the distance. His eyes are focused, but confused, but there is love in his eyes.

I just stood there numb, watching him find me in the crowd, frowning and laughing easily. The sun stopped fidgeting at this moment, and the air was so humid that people wanted to cry. I stabilized my mood, controlled my tears and smiled at my father.

Along the way, feeling the eyes of love behind you, you suddenly find that you have a lot, maybe you can't catch it or see it, but it really makes you feel happy.

Father's love is like a well, whose eyes can't measure the depth and whose heart can't penetrate the ups and downs. Perhaps, he will wait with loving eyes, but that is the truest happiness of his children. ...

I am a tall pine tree, a towering tree, a famous pine tree with lush foliage; Dense branches; Strange, I'm Mingsong.

My life is bittersweet, and I am proud of it. No matter who I am, visitors can't help praising my stout branches and magnificent appearance. Someone painted me as a souvenir. Other great writers compare our tenacious pine tree to a sentry, which will not fall even if it is beaten by wind and rain. I will be proud when I hear this. But the good times didn't last long, and the tragic days came.

Ever since I became famous, bad luck has come. More and more tourists come to see me. They often surround me. The momentum is spectacular. If I don't mind, I'll come up and take pictures. (Who called me "handsome") But some people touch this and that regardless of the consequences, and some people scratch my skin and let me peel it; What's even more exasperating is that someone actually wrote "XXX is here to visit" on my body with crayons, which made me covered in injuries, but it was very! What's more, on Christmas Eve, several workers carrying chainsaws went up the mountain and cut down all my "brothers and sisters". I heard that I will make a Christmas tree. But I know that although they are trees, they are dead and only used as decorations. I almost became a ghost under the knife. Don't they know the result? If we are all cut down, who will resist the sandstorm? Who will resist the flood? Is it you people?

People! Please protect the environment! Stop cutting down trees and don't get lost! It is not advisable to make mistakes again and again! Cherish us, protect us, make our environment better and our life better!

Just like a mirror, it has its own advantages and disadvantages. "Missing" is not necessarily a good thing, but it is not a bad thing.

One day on the weekend, I played the upgrade crazily on the Internet, while I was playing. The computer is black. I froze at first, and then I looked back. It turns out that my mother unplugged the power. She also issued an ultimatum: you must finish your homework, or you can't play computer next week! I met with setbacks and went back to my desk. Soon, with my unremitting efforts, my homework was finished, and I rushed to the computer desk and saw Taobao opened by my mother. There are all kinds of goods on Taobao, and there are many cheap things. So, I started my trip to the Nuggets. I looked at it and found a pair of beautiful shoes. The price was 5 yuan. I can't help but sigh, if only I bought such beautiful shoes! Forget it, let's talk about it tomorrow. We must get the consent of our families. The next day, my mother was very surprised when she learned that she quickly opened Taobao, but the shoes became "258" yuan. Mom joked that prices are still rising and falling like stocks! Later, I learned that it was the shopkeeper who marked the price wrong. It seems that a lawsuit is inevitable. It seems that sometimes it's good to miss it.

Miss the bitter taste

One day during the winter vacation, I went to the bookstore to read a book, and suddenly my eyes lit up. Isn't this a rare book of A Dream of Red Mansions? At that time, the money was just enough to buy, but looking at the delicious food on the stall outside, I thought about it. I will buy it next time. Anyway, I have so much time to eat first to fill my stomach. But the books that come to the bookstore next time are long gone. When I asked the staff again, there was no such loss in the warehouse. I regret it a little, but this opportunity won't come again.

Sometimes, missing is not terrible. The terrible thing is that you can't learn from it, learn from it and feel anything from it. In this way, missing has real meaning.

Five hours later, Hao and I became good friends and often played together. We are also like-minded, so that outsiders often mistakenly think that we are twins born in the same womb.

I remember, we ate a dollar of bread together; I remember sitting in the sunset together, looking at the flaming clouds on the horizon; I remember lying on the soft grass, bathing in the breeze, looking for the Big Dipper in the sky.

Later, he transferred to another school. He lived and studied in a big city. He was knowledgeable and gradually alienated from me. There seems to be a thick wall between us. The two places where we live are 200 kilometers apart, but this distance seems to be getting longer and longer, becoming infinite, becoming the distance between him and my heart.

He only comes back two or three times a year and stays for a short time. Once I met him in the street, and I saw him. Maybe he saw me, too, but the gap between us left us speechless.

"Maybe he didn't see me," I said to myself over and over again.

I am often in a daze. I can't find the memory of my childhood. I have lost my former happiness. The bread that I chewed when I was a child has become moldy; The flaming clouds at sunset are not as beautiful as those in childhood; The Big Dipper, once searched together, has been swallowed up by endless darkness. Our friendship, locked in the box of memory, may never be opened.

Childhood is as pure as a blank sheet of paper, and it is vilified by the secular. The wall between him and my heart is so thick that our hearts can no longer hold hands.

I don't know when, tears are flowing freely, flowing freely on my face. Let the wind take away my tears, let it fly far away and look for my lost childhood friendship.

Weekly diary of high school summer vacation 300 words 6 Many people ask about the origin of Christmas Eve. Christmas refers to 65438+February 25th, and Christmas Eve refers to 65438+February 24th, which is the so-called Christmas Eve, that is, Christmas Eve. At that time, thousands of Europeans and Americans in Qian Qian will go home for reunion. The basic program of Christmas Eve is a party or a party. Most family members in Europe and America get together at home, have a sumptuous dinner, then sit around the burning stove, play the piano and sing songs, and celebrate the family happiness. Or hold a fancy masquerade party to celebrate Christmas Eve all night. This is a happy, peaceful, carnival Christmas Eve and reunion night. On Christmas Eve, parents will quietly prepare presents for their children and put them in socks.

The climax of Christmas Eve is an activity organized by the Christian Church on Christmas Eve. Mass on Christmas Eve is generally divided into two times, and it is held for the congregation at 9 ~ 10 in the evening. The other is midnight mass, which is the climax of Christmas Eve. Midnight Mass ends at midnight. At this time, just as Christmas is coming, it is often accompanied by church bells, ringing forgiveness, blessing, joy and happiness for the world.

Because the Bible records that Jesus was born at night, the night of 65438+February 24th is traditionally called "Silent Night" or "Silent Night".

High school summer vacation weekly diary 300 words 7 wait, wait! The New Year's bell is ringing, but I'm still waiting. Guess what I'm waiting for? Actually, I'm waiting for the composition class of "Wonderful Writing"! When you see this, you will definitely ask, "Who will like cram schools?" But I want to tell you that today is an exception! Because the topic of our composition class today is "making fruit platters".

Ding Lingling! It's time for composition class! After everything was ready, Zhou Xingwen and I came to the composition class of "Brilliant Writing".

As soon as we got to the composition class, we all worked in our seats, waiting for Mr. Fang's arrival. Teacher Fang finally came, only to see her carrying bags of fruit into the classroom. After teacher Fang finished the task, all the students got busy as soon as she called "Start".

Some students wash fruits; Some are couriers; Some fruits with peel; Some designed the shape of the platter ... My task is to design the shape of the platter. After repeated discussions with Zhou Xingwen and Min Min, I decided to pose a mouse with the words "Celebrate xx" on it. Finally, we told everyone the result of the discussion, and everyone said that our idea was good and everyone supported it!

We started posing. First, we use an orange as the mouse's head, then a watermelon seed as the mouse's eyes, then we use watermelon skin as the mouse's body, and then we tear off a little orange skin as the mouse's feet. Finally, we made a mouse tail with a small orange. A little mouse is done, and we are going to set the characters. Because there are only a lot of oranges left, we decided to use oranges to set up artistic figures. The fruit platter is finally ready. Looking at this shapeless mouse and crooked artistic words, even if it is not done well, our hearts are still sweet.

Time and distance are the biggest rivals of friendship. In fact, we all know, but we just don't want to admit it. We always swear that we just have a good relationship and no one can replace us. As we all know, time and distance have long diluted friendship, and those protagonists have withdrawn from the stage, and the substitutes have taken the lead. That is to say, your idea can only be used as an ideal state to help you realize your fragile bubble-like dream.

In the past, you held hands together on the playground and smiled indifferently. Even though you suffered numerous disappointments, you still didn't hesitate. But now, only to find that holding her hand is so strange. We believe that what is familiar and permanent has become an irreversible state.

I remember reading a sentence, jealousy in friendship is more sad than that in love. I think I've experienced this smell. I have to admit, I quit her world, at least I am no longer the protagonist, although I am so reluctant. I also wonder how she will feel when she sees me and my friends around me and those deja vu things! Now I seem to have no heart, endless love and hate, no, constant cutting and chaos, only infinite peace. And this heart, already calm, just like every paragraph of text, will write down such feelings, and it doesn't matter if you write too much. It's okay, so it's okay. I think, maybe I am suitable for living in a country without noise, watching the sunset every day, waiting for the sunset and watching time travel. Perhaps, that kind of life will have more freedom.

There are many things in life, such as losing teeth and walking, which will make us gain a lot of knowledge. Today, I gained the pleasure and knowledge of making wonton.

Today, my parents went out this morning and left my sister and me at home. At noon, when I was rummaging through the refrigerator, my eyes suddenly lit up and I found the "star of help"-wonton. Like a great chef, I said to my sister, "I'll make you a wonton today." Do it. I took wonton out of the refrigerator and asked my sister to pick some onions in the backyard. Then I followed my mother's example, turned on the gas, poured water into the pot and prepared the seasoning. I cut the onion first, then pour the sesame oil. My sister was dumbfounded and said, "I didn't expect you to have some skills." It's just hidden. Why put sesame oil in it? " Is it used for incense? "'All right' murmured in my ear, so I picked up the wonton and put it in the water one by one, just like a duckling diving." Well, now when the wonton is cooked! "I clapped my hands and said. After 20 minutes, I opened the lid of the pot, and a white gas came to my face. I fished out wonton with a colander and put it in a bowl. I added soup, a little old vinegar and salt, and monosodium glutamate, and it was ready. I assigned her to my sister, and she looked at the pot and praised me for my skill.

Eating my own delicious wonton and listening to my sister's praise.

High school summer vacation weekly diary 300 words 10 A rewarding candy is the pursuit of childhood; A satisfactory report card is the pursuit of youth; Creating a successful career is the pursuit of middle age; And having a quiet and comfortable life will be the pursuit of old age. ...

And now I am still young, yes, I am looking for a satisfactory report card. However, that is by no means the whole of my life, because my life goes on, and I am dreaming and pursuing the perfect life I want to have. ...

Only when you have a dream can you ask for something, so we choose to plant everything where your dream begins and then let go to pursue it. That kind of unrestrained pursuit, that kind of free swimming, will let us set out together with our dreams, pursue what we want and pursue what we call perfection. ...

We grew up in the so-called pursuit, learned how to face it, learned how to smile after giving, and understood that some things can only be owned by ourselves ... In the pursuit, those injuries, tears and sweat have already turned into indispensable energy in our life pursuit, which has brought us closer to our dreams. ...

However, flower of life also has the fate of withering, so we need to step up our pursuit ... When there is plenty of sunshine and nutrients, we will try our best to make flower of life bloom with the most beautiful colors. ...

Flowers fall, no regrets, because those gorgeous days belong to me, and those beautiful moments have already been fixed.

Weekly Notes of High School Summer Vacation 300 words 1 1 One summer night, my father rode a bicycle and said that he would take me to Lixian to see the world. I felt uneasy all the way, and time passed so slowly that I really wanted to fly to my destination at once.

There are many buildings there, which are especially beautiful under the light. I thought this was a lawn. There are some Rubik's cube-shaped trash cans and stools on the roadside to provide some convenience for tourists. There are also spacious main roads, and everyone parks their cars in parking lots far from bicycle lanes. After walking for a while, I found things that looked like Rubik's Cube everywhere, so I said, "Why are they all the same shape? Can't designers be creative? " Dad laughed at me.

Suddenly, my father pointed to the front and shouted, "Look, what is that?" As soon as I looked up, I saw a green overpass floating in front of me like a green belt under the light. So this is what I think about day and night. I looked at the introduction and was shocked: Mom, it is more than 860 meters long. I'm afraid I'm exhausted before the end. My father and I talked and laughed all the way, and it ended before we knew it. It seems that she is not as long as I expected. When we came back, we deliberately followed a maze-like path to find the fun of the path. Out of the maze, we went home by bike.

I am very happy today, because "free travel" let me know that we also have beautiful scenery in Lixian County, which makes me feel very proud and proud. I will study hard and build our hometown better in the future.

On Sunday afternoon, the swallow played hide-and-seek with his brothers and sisters in a tall and thick tree in the jungle! Just then, mother Yan said to the four little swallows, "Children, mother is going out to find food." Don't run around. Your wings are too soft to fly. " The swallow said, "I see, mom, don't worry about finding food!" " "

Swallows are playing. Their nest is too small. They accidentally squeezed the smallest swallow down. With a bang, the swallow fell from the tallest branch, dizzy, seeing stars and scratching its wings. Swallows chirped as if to say, "Help! Help! " Nobody barked for a long time, but the big cat barked. The big cat thought, "God help me. It happened that my stomach was growling and the food was delivered to my door. I want to invite my brothers and sisters to have dinner together, and finally I can have a big meal. The swallow continued to shout, "Just as Baker saw it while walking, he quickly ran over and said," You big cat, don't try to hurt the swallow! " The big cat turned and ran in fear, afraid to look back. As soon as it ran, it disappeared without a trace. The big cat thought helplessly: the swallow that had reached its mouth flew away.

Finally, Baker called his father for help and moved the ladder. Baker climbed the ladder and sent the swallow home. Swallows chirped as if to say, "thank you, baker!" " "

What happens if you put a small piece of foam in a pot of boiling hot water and take it out a few minutes later? Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? Let me solve the mystery!

I used an induction cooker to boil the water in the pot. As soon as I saw it was boiling hot, I threw away the foam I had prepared before and moved it to the center of the pot with chopsticks. After waiting for more than ten minutes, I took out the foam, huh? Why does the foam split a lot in the middle? It's like being cut by a knife. The foam broke into pieces when I squeezed it gently. I was puzzled, so I took a few pieces of foam and tried it. Some foams need great efforts to be divided into pieces, some are broken with a little force, and some directly become slippery white powder. This makes me more curious: why?

So, driven by curiosity, I found out the reason of this phenomenon on the Internet. It turns out that if the foam is soaked in hot water for a long time, the hot water will melt part of the foam, and the foam will expand with heat and contract with cold. Foam will expand when heated in hot water, and then it will suddenly become cold when taken out, so it will become smaller, and the "body" of foam will inevitably be "injured". At this time, with a gentle pinch, it will be "busy".

Ha, so ordinary bubbles are so fun, and there are many little secrets that we don't know. It seems that in life, I have to discover more and observe more.

Weekly Notes of High School Summer Vacation 300 words 14. The eagle hits the sky, the whale swims proudly in the ocean, and the horse gallops in Yuan Ye. Why do I just stay in class? I also want to see the world, so I went to Zhangjiajie with my parents in the summer vacation. The scene is vivid and unforgettable.

I have long heard that Zhangjiajie has charming scenery, and I really want to have a chance to visit it. Looking forward to it. I'm finally looking forward to this day. This summer, my parents and I went to Zhangjiajie.

On July 18, we took the train, passed through Gu Yong and Dayong, and went straight to Zhangjiajie. As soon as I got off the bus, I was fascinated by the strange scenery here.

Of all the waters in Qian Shan, jinbianyan is more attractive. After lunch, we can't wait to visit Golden Whip Rock. From the accommodation, walk along Jingpingxi for a while, and you will arrive at Jinbianyan. This rock is vertical on three sides, more than 300 meters high, standing tall and straight into the sky. In the sunset, Golden Whip Rock is magnificent. Gu Song, standing high at the top of the rock, stretched out his long arms, as if welcoming us tourists.

It is said that the Golden Whip Rock was the mountain whip of Qin Shihuang. The Dragon King of the Sea was afraid that he would drive the mountains and fill the sea, so he sent his daughter to earth. When Qin Shihuang slept, he replaced the real whip with a fake whip. Later, Qin Shihuang drove the mountain and put the whip in the ground in a rage, which became today's golden whip rock.

Every parent wants his children to be smart and receive a better education in a better educational environment. As a real city person, I have lived with them in high-rise residential areas since I was a child.

The face of the community is as brand-new as every day in the past ten years, as coordinated as the growth of Shanwei, unhurried and unhurried. However, as a city person, there is a generation gap between me and it. This generation gap is not a disagreement between two people, but a gap established in life. The reason is that I don't know how many buildings and roads there are in Baicheng. I don't know many flowers in my dream. Maybe I just study hard and read good books. The miscellaneous tools outside have nothing to do with me, because I didn't take the college entrance examination.

Having said that, I have to admit that I am still an out-and-out city dweller, because I have the most authoritative proof-residence permit.

If one day, I get lost in the city, or I can't get around a path, please remember, don't laugh at me; If one day, I get lost in the city, or I can't get around a certain road, please remember not to laugh at me.

If one day, I get lost in the city, or I can't get around a certain road, please remember not to laugh at me.

16 Saturday, our little reporter will go to Haiyan to collect wind, which made us excited for several days!

When they arrived at Purple Potato Villa, the students poured out of the car like wasps. Then, we followed the guide to a clearing and said we were going to look for treasure. We are all buried in the search for treasure. Everyone is busy: stone movers move stones, excavators dig holes ... Shen Xinyi and I were busy for a long time and didn't catch a "treasure", but Yong Ao and Han Wenfeng found two. We learned from them, searched in the pit, and found nothing.

It's barbecue. I first took a mutton kebab and brushed it with oil, and then I took the exam. The kebab changed from white to golden. I brushed some sauce and couldn't wait to eat it. I put the bread on the fire again, but just after a few words with my classmates, it burned! Han Wenfeng put tofu on the fire and baked it at random. He grabbed it and sent it to his mouth. He just took a bite and spit it out and said, "pirated tofu!" " Laughed so hard that we almost lacked oxygen.

Then I went to Sanmao Paradise to play. Buy a card first. I share a card with Shen Xinyi, and the charge is 100 yuan. Let's go boating first. Han Wenfeng and others also went. As soon as we got on the boat, the water war began: we hit them first, and they were furious, so they came after us. We fought back and ran back, and it was really fun to play with our classmates.

The funniest thing is the mermaid. We waited in a long line to board the mermaid. The mermaid moved before she could sit still. We started to turn in circles, and then turned from slow to fast, which made us dizzy.

Ah! What a happy day!

The 300-word weekly diary of high school summer vacation 17 made me deeply know how hard my parents usually work.

One noon on Sunday, my mother was about to take me to lunch and then go to cram school. Unexpectedly, I twisted my foot in a pit, because my mother often twisted her foot, so I didn't care too much. But when I took a taxi to the cram school, my mother was in unbearable pain. I looked at it and found a bone sticking out, so I called my dad and asked him to take my mother to see a doctor. In the cram school, I still can't worry about my mother. I just got in my father's car and saw my mother's leg in plaster. I asked, "Mom, are you broken?" "Yes!" Mom replied, I said, "Mom, does it hurt? Poor you! " I helped my mother out of the car and helped her up the steps.

From then on, my mother asked me to do everything for her, such as taking a bath and pouring tea. I sometimes feel impatient, but on second thought, my parents have been working for me since I was a child, and my mother asked me to do such a small thing, so I became impatient. How could I? The doctor said it would take several weeks. In these few weeks, I must help my mother well. I must be impatient with what she asks me to do, and be my mother's little assistant.

Mom and dad are always so hard!