Diary excellent composition

Excellent composition on diary (13 selected articles)

Time flies, and the day will come to an end. We also have a new view on people and things. It's time to take time to write a diary. What are the characteristics of a good diary? The following is an excellent diary composition that I have compiled for you, hoping to help you.

excellent diary composition 1

at 6: 3 this morning, I was awakened from my sleep by my mother. It's already 6: 5. Mom has brought the cooked food to the table. Alas, the same things, porridge, steamed bread, vegetables. Seeing that I was going to be late, I had to take a few bites and go out.

walking on the road is always cold and cold. A cold wind blows and squeezes into the neck, which hurts like a needle. Although the clothes are wrapped tightly, there will be a few naughty cold winds to get in. Helpless, I have to wrap and wrap the clothes.

braved the cold wind all the way to the school. The smell of roasted cold noodles wafted into the nostrils and took a deep breath. The smell was mixed with the smell of gutter oil. Walking past two shops, I saw a big black dog, which was eating the ham bones left by its owner beautifully. Look! How delicious it is, it doesn't dislike that it is leftovers.

I finally "ground" to the school gate, and then walked into the class slowly. Yeah, I wasn't late, and I wasn't criticized by the teacher. Just for a while, I started reading early. When I was picking up a book to recite English, my deskmate Li Hang also started to toss and turn. He didn't read it himself, and he was too picky. He didn't know that his mouth was tired, and he was not afraid of being worn out. If the Xinjia tree behind him had already met us as usual, it was dumb today, not at all. Anyway, I don't want to listen to anyone today, except the teacher.

This morning's class was not bad, and the teacher's lecture was particularly interesting and I was in a much better mood. Especially in the third class, political questions came to me and I memorized them fluently. After school at noon, I flew home like a bird, humming and jumping all the way.

The meal cooked by my mother was delicious at noon. I thought I was in a good mood in the afternoon, but another accident happened to Li Hang in the afternoon. It was really earth-shattering, and the whole class was shocked, like a bolt from the blue. Suddenly, the dark clouds came down, alas, what a Li Hang. Making trouble in class made the Chinese teacher stop our class for a week. Alas, the hard-won mood has turned into pieces again.

When I came home from school in the afternoon, I wanted to buy a gift for my teacher. As a result, I came home late, and I was scolded for not wanting to write a composition. I didn't start writing until half past ten.

Alas, it's another ordinary day. Anyway, I'm going to bed. It's already half past eleven. Today, I just finished eating and was about to go out to play. Dad stopped me, and when I turned my head, dad pointed to the bowl where I had eaten and said, "What are you doing with this rice?" I thought: What's the big deal about a grain of rice? Dad added, "Don't think it's just a grain of rice, it's not easy to come!" " After that, I will eat this grain of rice.

when I was eating this rice, I remembered a poem I learned in grade one, titled "Mow the grain": "Mow the grain at noon, and sweat drips down the soil. Who knows that every grain of food is hard.

Thinking of this, I remember that in a summer vacation, I went to my uncle's house to play, and I saw the farmer's uncle working in the fields. Sweat soaked their clothes, and the sweat flowed from head to foot, and then into the soil, and even the soil was wet. This food really didn't come easily. From today on, I must cherish the food and resolutely get rid of the bad habit of leftovers.

The next morning, the teacher was very happy to read my diary, read it in front of the whole class, and praised me: "Yuan Zhijun's diary is well written, which not only checks his thoughts, consolidates his knowledge, but also improves his writing ability." I was very happy when I heard it. Since then, I have been more energetic in keeping a diary. Really, I think my writing ability has really improved, and my mother thinks I have improved. I feel that keeping a diary is no longer a burden, but a pleasure. 3

Yesterday was the worst day for me, because our class will be reelected for the first time. The night before the election, I prepared very hard and seriously. It took me more than two hours to recite the election draft word for word. The reason why I tried so hard was because I wanted to stand out in the election the next day, and I didn't fall asleep until very late.

I got up early the next day, instead of staying in bed and watching TV as usual. At this moment, I stood on the balcony and read the campaign draft I had prepared for a long time in front of Chaoyang. How I wanted to be a monitor at that time! When I came to school, I didn't fight with my classmates, but sat in my seat and read quietly. All this was for being a monitor. After class, I thought for a long time. Zhou Zuo and Hu Yuge both ran for monitor, and I was a little discouraged. One was a conscientious and hard-working monitor for four years, and the other was a good friend with excellent Chinese and outstanding achievements. I asked myself, "Can I compete with them? What should I do if my classmates don't choose me then? " I didn't dare to think about it. I thought about it until noon in the first class. Some students asked me before the first class in the afternoon, "What are you running for?" But what I didn't expect, I said the opposite answer to my heart. "I'm not running." I suddenly feel that I am not qualified to compete with them. I am not as good as them in terms of grades, labor and serious and responsible spirit. When I stood on the podium for the last time to organize an election campaign, I couldn't help showing a trace of sadness when I looked at the smiling faces of 7 people. Maybe my classmates didn't see me standing at the foot of our class every time I stepped down from the podium, and tears seeped in my eyes. I cried and felt that I was useless. I will leave the podium of Class 6, Grade 5 to be an ordinary student who can't help the teachers share their worries. I am no longer a study committee member of the class, but an ordinary student. However, the new monitor after the election turned out to be Hu Yuge and Luo Han. I can't believe that Hu Yuge didn't give a speech on stage. I also know that my classmates are biased against her, including me. Some students said, "She only has two votes. Why did the teacher choose her as the monitor?" Some students said, "Didn't the teacher say that only one should be chosen? There is also Hu Yuge. " I have never argued with my classmates for office, and I am also inexplicably angry. Looking at Hu Yuge's smug appearance, I even said, "Isn't it just to be a monitor?" What's the big deal? "

When I came home from school that day, I was angry and sad. I left my schoolbag on the ground and cried in bed. I cried for a long time that day, and my heart was very uncomfortable. I thought I said "study, study, pay tribute, pay tribute" to Hu Yuge today. Now I feel ridiculous when I think about sitting at my desk. In fact, I found my shadow in Hu Yuge, our view of life, and she is as excellent, lovely, lively and naive as I am. The most similar thing is her stubborn personality. We have the same courage not to hit the south wall and never look back. We never admit defeat and strive for strength. In fact, we are good friends, and we have too many similarities. What impressed me most was that we walked side by side on the road. Some people said that we were like sisters. You don't know how happy I was at that time. Because we are the same, we used to be good partners. Maybe we often quarrel and lose our temper because of a little incident, but I feel more and more inseparable from you. I am angry and no one tells me jokes. Today, I realized that instead of being angry with you voluntarily, I should cheer up and compare with you. At this moment, I want to say "I'm sorry" to Hu Yuge. These three words contain too many meanings. Let's be the best partners and sisters! Diary Excellent Composition 4

March 16th, 2xx Wednesday Sunny

Today, it is a happy and frightening day, and our military training life has begun. As soon as I got off the bus, I saw the instructor in uniform standing there. The heart of excitement and admiration arises spontaneously. At noon, in order to rectify the discipline in the canteen, the instructor kept whistling, and lunch was also stopped and eaten. At last, only the sound of spoons colliding with bowls and pots was left in the canteen, which impressed me deeply.

Of course, military training is bitter and tiring, and the students are very serious. We kept repeating an action, which made me feel the rigorous and down-to-earth style of the soldiers.

We should learn the spirit of not being afraid of hardship and fatigue. After an afternoon of practice, everyone was exhausted, which was better than walking the Great Wall of Wan Li. 5

One night, in a shabby hut, a child hid in the corner of the bed. His eyes were red with tears, the dim light was dizzy, the rain kept falling outside, and the wind creaked on the broken window. He listened to the rain outside and felt that the whole world was crying. Time seems to have passed for a long time. He felt the chill spreading in his body. He was lying on the wooden bed tightly wrapped in a thin sheet. The wind was still whistling outside. He gritted his teeth and tears were still printed on both sides of his face.

The whole world of street lamps, pedestrians and flowers has turned into a white haze. A person is running desperately in the street, as if chasing something. The scenery on both sides is changing rapidly at the intersection. He stops, gasps for air, takes out his mobile phone and looks at the information on it. Vehicles and people slowly pass by him. Far away, a figure gradually disappears at the end of the road. He feels that his heart is hurting. Tears stayed along the dried-up tears, and it was dark outside. The wind didn't seem so strong, and the space was shrinking, and he was also shrinking. He felt that time passed slowly and wanted to escape from this dark cage, but the more so, the more he felt that time went slower. He got up and turned on the light, which was still dim. He opened the notebook, but he didn't know what to write, so he scribbled and scribbled on it.

at some time, he felt very cold, and he coughed, as if he had caught a cold. He stopped the pen in his hand and lay prone on the table. The cold in the air made his heart slowly cool. He coughed again. Suddenly, a person's words rang out from his heart: That's enough. What's the point of continuing like this? This world is true only if it exists around you, and everything else will be false. Why should we stubbornly know that it is wrong and come to an end? Is the result really that important?

He smiled and said to himself, I already know the result. Even if I am going to confirm it, what's the point? What's the point of being like this? Maybe it's enough and I can't continue. Yesterday's childishness has passed away. Now, time has changed and everything has stayed in yesterday.

The rain, which falls on the earth in a hurry, makes your heart tired. Who knows and who cares? Right and wrong, just make the heart feel more tired. I know the result of my heart, so why shed tears again? Maybe I can spend my diary with a smile. 6

July 14th

It's really fun to go shopping tonight

Tonight, my mother and I went shopping together. (Not far away)

There are a sea of people in the street, so many people, even there are many people passing by! My mother was picking out clothes at a small stall, looked around again and whispered to me, "Someone tried to grab my wallet just now!" " I'm scared, hold on to my mother's bag, and be careful!

Mom bought a big bag of jelly at "Li Jiacheng" and a bag of pomegranate outside.

We came to the door of Huiwanjia, and found an "ice porridge" shop. We asked for a bowl of "ice porridge" here. My mother said to buy a flashlight and let me wait for her while eating here. I ate only a little ice water, and my mother came out. We went home happily!

Buffet

Today, my father's friend invited our family to a buffet (the friend's family also went). I was so happy to hear that!

I came to a restaurant named Baxi Sunshine. It's finally time! I took a big plate to get something to eat. I took pancakes, baked cakes, French fries and sushi, and went back to my place to eat happily!

Later, I also took a glass of fresh milk and five pieces of pitaya!

after a while, we all went home happily! Diary excellent composition 7

For a long time, in the expectation of future career, teachers have never been within my choice.

But this is not to say that I have any bad views on the profession of teachers. On the contrary, I think this profession is very great and selfless.

I never thought it would be easy to be a teacher.

and this cognition became more and more profound when I first boarded the platform as a teacher.

I deeply understand that it is not easy to be a teacher, and it is even more difficult to be a good teacher.

I didn't have any classes this morning, so I stayed in the dormitory.

I spent a rather boring morning.

in the afternoon, there is still no class for me in the first class.

I watch my teammates in the classroom to help keep order.

In my opinion, some boys have become much more clever. Although they are not listening to the class, they are not noisy, but doing their homework quietly. Now, for him, I think this is an improvement.

But some of them are still very naughty, playing around below.

to my dismay, I can't stop them, even if I can, it's only temporary.

When we were in a meeting, we were really frustrated when we heard that other classes were doing well in discipline.

In fact, when facing students, especially when standing on the podium, I will be very nervous. Technology makes them just a group of children.

In the last class, the second class was cancelled because of the rain. At that time, the growth of our class was still quite chaotic, and there was a sense of powerlessness for these uncontrollable scenes.

On the one hand, no matter how naughty a boy is, he feels helpless; on the other hand, he finds pride and pride in a clever girl. 8

In the afternoon, I was still chatting with Sleeping God. As soon as I heard that I was going to have a championship match with Class 2 in the afternoon, I immediately opened my sleepy eyes and was full of spirit. That's called energy and excitement! However, with a thought, immediately like a defeated cock, depressed! Needless to say, everyone knows the strength of Class Five and Class Two, and the disparity in strength is too great! Our class should be a failure without suspense, but we can't grow the ambition of others and destroy our prestige! Often, the more difficult you are, the more hopeful you have to do it, and the more you can inspire your fighting spirit! Think about the competition with the other four classes, we all survived! Come on, Class Five!

When I came to the playground and saw the lineup of the other team, I couldn't help but take a breath of air. At this altitude ... er ... our class seems to be dwarfed by each other. Hey! What should we do? This will lose the momentum! Political empathy is now used-tall is amazing! Tall people belong at first sight.