Feel the diary of life

The day is coming to an end. what do you think? It's time to write a summary and keep a diary. What kind of diary should you read? The following is my diary of my feelings about life, which is arranged for you. Welcome everyone to learn from it, I hope it will help you.

Feel the diary of life 1 Like a bird eager to spread its wings and fly to the sky, eager to enjoy freedom happily among the trees in the clouds. At the age of five, it entered kindergarten.

It is a very ordinary and humble primary school, and the place where we study is in it. It doesn't matter whether the ground is mud or the walls are lime. What matters is the ceiling that leaks when it rains. At that time, the uneven ground paved with black soil was full of soil washed by rain, with a black luster. Children are always extra careful when walking on the ground.

Even so, I can still feel a kind of happiness and comfort that only children can taste. In my spare time, I either play games with children or hide under a big tree and listen to my sister recite the text. I don't know what they are reading. I just listened quietly with my chin cupped. I wonder why they can read so fast and fluently. Every few days, my teacher and other teachers will give you an hour or two of music lessons with the old Tan pedal organ. When we can't read, the teacher will copy the lyrics to the blackboard and teach us to read word by word. We will sing Na Ying's Looking at Flowers in the Fog, Mai's How Many Good Sisters Do You Have, and the fast-paced Selling Newspapers and Reading Lang. I also sang those sad songs, whose names I forgot ... I carefully read the lyrics and sang with everyone. At this moment, immature children's voices suddenly flooded into my ears like a trend, making me feel nostalgic and comfortable!

From that moment on, I fell in love with music quietly. Perhaps I was born out of fear, or perhaps the beauty of music inspired my musical cells. I have that fascination and yearning for music. ...

Today, the weather is hot and the heat is unbearable, but the students in our composition class are particularly interested. The teacher took us to hold a unique handkerchief throwing activity on the playground, which was really interesting.

The teacher led us to form a big circle on the playground, and then announced the rules of the game: 1. Everyone should clap their hands and sing at the same time. 2. Don't call. The students who are caught must give a plan. So we all volunteered and raised our hands. The teacher asked Li Zhiruo to throw a handkerchief first, and she jogged in circles. We sang together: "Throw, throw, throw the handkerchief and put it gently behind the child. Don't tell her, hurry up and catch her ... "Li Zhire caught her classmate Chen Yishu off guard. He thought about it, but he couldn't figure it out.

Liu Long was also caught. He looked left and right, and we sang "Don't lie to me ..." He said "The mayor came in and typed a word", and we said "noisy". We also listened to jokes and other programs told by several students such as Zhang Xin.

Finally, in our laughter, the activity ended and everyone returned to the quiet classroom.

Once upon a time, I doubted my choice and why I wanted to be a teacher for life. But one day, the phone rang, and my students told me, "Teacher, I am the host of Zhejiang Satellite TV." My tired heart could not express my pride. See Xiao Zhi as the host >; That fluent language, that familiar voice, I no longer regret my choice.

Once upon a time, I was hesitant to see my peers around me start their own careers. If I didn't choose the profession of teacher, I would have my own sky. However, one day, when I was correcting students' diaries, such an article by students touched me >:

If I were a cloud in the sky, I must be the one above the teacher's head. I will cover the sun for my teacher and drive away the summer heat. I will wipe the sweat from her forehead.

If I were a land, I would be the land under the teacher's feet, accompanying you to visit at home in the middle of the night to drive away loneliness and loneliness for you;

If I were a serenade, I must knock on the teacher's happy heart and play a high-pitched melody together.

& gt

After reading this poem, my eyes are moist, and I no longer regret my choice.

Author-Rose Mozi (Lu)

Feeling Life Diary 4 The task of the research group going abroad has been completed. Today, I mainly summarize and analyze the collected data, find out the literature and write a research report.

As usual, I got up early to wash. Considering that I don't have to go out for research today, I feel very relaxed. Slow down. After breakfast, we take our laptops to work in the office. Because the task is tedious and heavy, we divide our work into data collection, document retrieval, data analysis and case search. I am mainly responsible for analyzing the data, which makes me feel a lot. In the student questionnaire, when I analyze the part of students dropping out of school, the reason is very worrying. Boys drop out of school more than girls, but most of the reasons for their dropping out of school are the pressure of study. At that time, I was thinking, there are so many people who haven't reached the school age, and I am anxious. There are various reasons for this, but the most important one is brought by teachers and parents. The student's expression made me sad: "I thought about dropping out of school because I studied hard and my grades couldn't go up." My teacher will report to my parents when my grades are poor, and then my parents will scold me. I feel very annoyed and stressed, and I am tired of studying. " There is a child's naivety and frankness in his words, but I have to grieve. At this age, children can't get the understanding of their parents and the encouragement of their teachers. But I have to accept it, because I am too young to change myself and my environment. There are also some children who think they are not very satisfied with the campus environment ... I feel the helplessness of the children between the lines, but with our meager strength, nothing can be changed. We can only work hard to write research reports and reflect the children's voices to the relevant departments, so as to change them. ...

How lucky it is to look out of the window and feel that I live in a relatively superior and relaxed environment.

Classmate, I want to tell you that sometimes an incorrect sentence may hurt others.

In that Chinese class, the teacher read my composition. As soon as I look at the topic, you don't hesitate to shout: "copy!" " "At that time, I felt ashamed and angry in the face of the doubts and disdain of other students. I want to stand up and defend myself, and I can't wait to find a crack in the ground. Classmate, classmate, why did you push me into this predicament?

Classmate, do you know? The warmest thing in the world is language, and the most harmful thing is language.

I don't know why you did it. Maybe you have read the composition on the same topic as me, but you can't indiscriminately say that I plagiarized just by listening to the topic. At least, you should listen to the teacher first and then draw a conclusion.

Afterwards, you said I wrote it. Like most of the compositions you have read, I want you to compare them, okay? Don't I deserve the ability to write a good composition? I hope you don't think I am a proud person. I think I should write badly, but at least I write carefully, and people won't suspect me of plagiarism.

Classmate, I want to tell you, don't doubt others easily, trust others, and your mind will be broader.

I hope you will not criticize me after reading this composition!

Feel the diary of life 6 life has given me a mess, and I still live in a sweater.

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Life is a mass of hemp, but also a flower twisted with hemp rope; Life is a glass of wine, full of ups and downs; Life is a road, with potholes ... life is fair, with smooth sailing and rough times. There is no need to be complacent when life is smooth sailing. When life is rough, we should be more determined to create a wonderful life.

When I was in primary school, as the leader of the class, I was indulged by the teacher without principles, which attracted the incomparable envy of my classmates. In class, I had a good time. A word can make the wind move and a rising tide lifts all boats. The head teacher also defended me in front of my classmates. In primary school, my school life is very pleasant and comfortable. In class, I also actively answer questions, especially with teachers. My self-esteem has reached its peak and I have never been bruised.

But in the first grade, everything changed. Just entering the new class, everything is strange: strange school, sunshine-born teacher, strange classmates. Facing those strange faces, I feel deeply helpless, just like a lonely boat drifting at sea. In class, I was ignored by the teacher's eyes intentionally or unintentionally, such as a sharp blade penetrating deeply into my heart, which seriously dampened my proud self-esteem. I, who has been giving orders, suddenly fell from heaven to earth, and my heart was full of human bitterness, so I couldn't accept this change. In the first monthly exam, my grades, which have always been among the best, plummeted, but after many enlightenments from my parents and teachers, I gradually adapted to this change and gradually improved my grades. ...

Life has given me a mess, and I still live in a sweater. May each of us grow up in a difficult situation, break the cocoon into a butterfly and shape our own brilliant life!