Diary of growth

At the end of the day, we have a new view of people and things. At this moment, we need to keep a diary. So do you really know how to keep a diary? The following are nine growth diaries I compiled for you. Welcome everyone to learn from them. I hope it helps you.

I have a good advantage, that is, understanding. On this basis, I try not to leave a bad image in front of anyone. No matter how you behave, how you look at it, how you say it ... these things should be appropriate. As the saying goes, "Kind words can turn strangers into acquaintances."

A simple example. If someone tells me about a singer, I should at least express this meaning-he sings very well, much better than another singer. It would be great if I were lucky enough to know half of this singer's songs. I can say, "His songs are really beautiful and the melody is deeply rooted in people's hearts." I don't think you should say you don't know. That would be disappointing, and it would make others think-I'm a nerd? These ideas, to name a few.

This method has been tried and tested, and it has won me great popularity. Students all know that I know a singer, support a team and play a game ... I know nothing about the facts. I do this for only one purpose-I want to be the best I can be in the eyes of others.

But occasionally it will be reckless, especially for some "friends" who have not seen for a long time. Last time, I met a primary school classmate, a girl, who usually cares about her image. The person I went with was called B, and B knew her, so she joked, "Hey, you are getting fat again!" " I dare not say such a thing. I looked at B in surprise and saw the girl again, thinking, how hurtful it is to say so! I said, "No, just a little fatter than me." After saying this damn sentence, I immediately looked up and pretended to enjoy the scenery-how nice it would be to let a cloud take me away!

However, there have been more and more incidents of horses losing their forepaws recently, which makes me feel at a loss. Sometimes I am busy mending my relationship with one person, and there is a rift with another person. This is similar to robbing Peter to pay Paul, which makes me very tired.

One of my friends, B, owes money to my other friend, A. Last time on the road, I walked side by side with A, and I saw B buy snacks along the way, as if he had wings on his back. However, regardless of the image, A drawled and shouted: "Pay back the money quickly-"I whispered to A before B approached: "Hey, don't worry if he doesn't pay back the money! After all, this is not your problem. " A took it out of context, like waiting for the green light after a red light for dozens of seconds, turned around and sprayed foam, tearing his voice: "Look, he said it was your problem." I just feel that the sky is falling. B slowed down, as if I had broken his wings: "Oh, how dare you say that!" " "I was surprised to float for a while.

Ben and I are excellent friends. We happened to be sitting in the same row that week, and our relationship was really close. I'm afraid it will destroy friendship, so I can only try my best to help B.

Unlike me and A and B, they didn't get very good grades. However, every time he turned to A, there was nothing he could do. A always answers him: "I can't count it myself!" " "Only I can help him, so there will be a little copying, but only to cope with homework. Many times, after learning my answer, B will ask each question one by one again. One day, I didn't know what nightmare I had, so I explained a piece of paper to B. They handed it in together, and when I came back, there were "blood" oozing from several places on the two pieces of paper. Determined to know the situation, the teacher asked B why he chose those answers. After listening to my story, B repeated everything I told him. The teacher thinks it's ok. Let me do it. Poor me! B be honest with the teacher about everything I can say. If I want to show that there is no plagiarism, I can't speak as fast as B, and I can't make the teacher suspicious. I thought about it soon, but I could only timidly answer the teacher: "I made a mistake in writing ..." Oh! Oh, my God, B will probably thank me for helping him carry such a big burden, but I can't be my best in front of the teacher-what is the reason?

I haven't come to a definite theory yet, and a bigger disaster is coming. On that day, I met my classmates to play football, and our class played with another class. There were two more people in our class, and the classmates in that class knew me very well, so they asked me to help them play, which just balanced the number. If I don't agree, it seems that I am "pretending to be a big card"; Agreed, I can't go to the goal of my class! I joined because of my feelings, and after all, I am just a wandering soul, and I can't exert my strength at all. Embarrassed, I really look like a hero who wants to kill dragons, but I live in a world without dragons. The students in that class seem to know my mind, or they trust me too much. They gave me the ball with one foot. I am in front of the goal of my class, only facing the goalkeeper. For a moment, I don't know if I should kick it. When I saw my classmate, who was the goalkeeper, flying towards me, I kicked the ball very high with a big foot. Then, I was driven back by those people as traitors. That's it. My extracurricular contacts are likely to be torn apart. I don't want to understand this problem, I just want to be the best self in everyone's eyes that makes everyone feel uncomfortable. However, the problem in the world is always like this. You hit another one and throw it away. Just as I was trying to find the answer to the question, another question irrevocably fell into my hands. Why didn't A and B have such a problem?

When b teased that girl about being fat, didn't he think of maintaining his image among that girl? When A shouted "Give me my money back" to B, why didn't he think of being more elegant? When Party B asked Party A to copy homework, Party A refused. Won't Party A feel that this is not loyal and generous enough? When those people called me a traitor, why didn't they think it would hurt me?

Don't they want to be the best themselves in others' eyes?

Since the so-called "existence is reasonable", I decided to learn from them and give it a try. The first time was when A talked to me about football. I really watched the live broadcast of the whole game and other comments this time. This time, I got up the courage to go against him. Although the tone was euphemistic, I didn't dare to say anything too harsh-I just said that the team might lose the next game. As a person who just learned about football, my guilty prediction unfortunately didn't come true. However, A will take the initiative to come here once a day to see what kind of "stupid" judgment I will make. From then on, chatting with others, I began to have my real favorite football team and singer. ...

B asked me for an answer again, and I turned him down. I also strangely imitated A: "I can't count it myself!" "B looked at me unexpectedly, mumbled a few words, and then stopped talking. After that, I repeated this several times, and my answering method became more and more skilled. "Ah, this question is very simple, ok. ""Oh, you can't read! " "Look through the books yourself!" Finally, it became "Leave me alone! "B no longer borrows cheat sheets from me, but we are still friends. However, no one has the same answer as me. Now, my answer is my own.

Once again, we met to play football, and B came, but he didn't join. Instead, I desperately make up my homework and shout "Come on" while counting questions. I will also look at his careful calculation, and I can't help but think of the time when he politely begged me. After B joined, there was another person in our class. I volunteered to find each other. They no longer think I am a "traitor" because I played really well during this time.

Looking back on my past, I feel that I was not free at that time and was always bound by my friends' human feelings. I tried my best, but that's just what I think others think of me. Now, I have my own judgment, my own efforts, rather than blindly catering. When A praised my judgment more and more accurately, when B got all my homework right for the first time, when everyone encouraged me to go, go, go-I was trying my best! (flying and burning)

What is being yourself? It is to have one's own preferences and judgments, and to show one's truest side, instead of pandering to others blindly. The author selects several typical life segments, and shows the readers the process from "being the best self in others' eyes" to "being the real self" through the comparative changes before and after, which conveys the author's thinking and understanding of the topic. The article is closely related to the topic, with vivid narration and vivid psychological description, which is full of the unique interest of middle school students' life.

The short seven-day internship will soon be over. I didn't know how to express myself at the moment I left, and even now I don't have a calm mood. These seven days, those memories, close your eyes, are clearly flashed in your mind. After walking for seven days, I gradually became familiar with the steep and far road from the internship unit, the road where five interns used to hold umbrellas, joke, tell jokes and tell stories, the road where our footprints were buried and our feelings and dreams were recorded. There is also the kind smile, kind face and gray hair of the janitor of the internship unit. The room I was decorating just now should not hear the noise now, right? Everyone patiently and meticulously taught me how to use the newsreel editing software room, but I still didn't learn it. You can see the room where the host recorded the program through the big glass window … I remember the first time I went out with a heavy camera to interview the host, the first time I went abroad nervously as an intern reporter, and the excitement and excitement of writing a press release on TV for the first time …

Every detail, every scene, every interview, even everyone's expression there, every word I said; So many people's faces, so many feelings, I deeply remember in my heart. I'll put them in chronological order and label them. It's called experience. Carefully put it in a drift bottle and wander, float and sail in your heart.

After seven days of study and research, I have learned a lot, experienced a lot and gained a lot. These are all experiences that I can't learn from books, which have played a positive guiding role in my future study, life and even life. The deepest feeling is that I realize that my knowledge now is far from enough. "I don't hate it when I use books." I still have to learn with an open mind and accumulate more knowledge. At school, I used to be proud of my small achievements, but I didn't know until I practiced it. I had to read more books and master more knowledge to lay a solid foundation for my future work.

I also deeply realized the hard work and fatigue of my parents. Every day, my back is sore and my mouth is dry. My parents have to cook and wash clothes when they come home from work every day. I will share the housework for them and help them reduce their burden in the future.

I gained friendship and learned to unite and cooperate. Our five interns come from different schools, because this internship has become very good friends. We help each other and learn from each other to use cameras and edit movies. I learned that no work, no matter how humble or great, can be done by one person alone. I learned to cooperate.

I also deeply realize that in this realistic society, we should have both academic qualifications and the ability to stand the test and exercise. I will start with the most basic things, change the general psychology of college students and do things with an open mind. Every job has its fun, and every profession has its hardships. Therefore, I will cherish and love my work in the future. In fact, these short seven days have given me a lot of gains. I will collect these experiences and gains and use them in my future study and life, so that I can grow up and mature gradually and take every step of my life well.

Diary of Growth 3 The sea is wide and the fish jumps, and the sky is high and birds fly.

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When Yaner began to see the blue of space, the beauty of mountains and the magnificence of rivers, she found that the space where she grew up was actually a golden cage.

Yaner lives a comfortable life in a cage, with clothes reaching out and food opening her mouth, but she still sings in vain every day, as if calling for her own sky and forest. Gradually, she may fall in love with this golden cage. She seems to have forgotten what the forest looks like, what color the sky is, and ... but leave it alone. She doesn't know: her personality is doomed to be buried in this exquisite cage, and she has already been doomed. Slowly, she accepted this reality gladly and became more and more inseparable from this cage. She began to be smart and docile-the swallow had been tamed.

One day, the master's daughter suddenly released the caged bird, but the swallow didn't want to leave at this moment because she was used to ease. When she tried to flap her heavy wings, she couldn't fly, so she left the "Hell Gate" with a ray of sadness, which she hated. But it's winter now. Where should she go? Maybe it's best to let death take her away, but it's not. Panting and scarred in front of the green pine branches, she finally flew over the treetops, staggered over the hills, and finally swept the mountains after several turns, leading the carefree "other mountains look short in the sky". . After more than three months of painful tempering, she ushered in her "first spring". She is no longer the weak swallow in the past, but now she is a strong and brave phoenix among birds.

Flowers are eager to bloom in the wind, birds are eager to fly in the blue sky and fish are eager to swim in the sea. The diversity of the world lies in our unique styles. "The blade comes from sharpening, and the plum blossom fragrance comes from bitter cold", and the unique self lies in sharpening. Only by experiencing a tortuous life path like a swallow in a cage can we truly live up to its name.

In today's society, the tempering of life seems to be beyond our power, because "it is good to enjoy the cool under the big tree", bathing under the big tree of our parents and enjoying the sunshine and rain, all the scorching sun and frost can't be near, and we will be spoiled when we are unhappy and spoiled when we are happy. Here, we will always be children, always thinking about dependence, no personality, no self, and be a wingless bird again and again.

Calm down, calm down, get rid of the bondage of spirit, plug in the wings of angels, embark on the journey of life and swim in your own sky blue. Sing:

I am a child, I want to grow up; I am an angel, I want to fly!

Growth Diary 4 Well, my mother gave me a beautiful diary to start writing down my thoughts and interesting things that happened in my life, so I named it "Red Growth Diary".

It rained on Tuesday, March 30th.

Yesterday, I met an unfortunate thing that made me sad. In the third class, my classmates accidentally bumped me into the door handle. At that time, I left a two-inch hole in my chin. My classmate said to me, "Your chin is bleeding!" "At that time, I was shocked. After a while, I touched it, and sure enough, there was red blood on my mouth. The teacher is coming. She asked a classmate to take me to the school doctor. That classmate is also my best friend-Bian Jing. Along the way, she said a lot of words to comfort me and told me about her childhood injuries, which made me grin. When I got to the school doctor's office, the school doctor took out alcohol and rubbed it on my wound. At that time, I almost cried out in pain ...

Today, I went to school with a band-aid, but I was very happy, because many students greeted me, but I still felt a little sorry that the classmate who hit me didn't apologize at all. I can only think silently in my heart: "wound, wound, hurry."

A few months later, I somehow had a high fever. The forehead is hotter than boiling water. This will make the family anxious. My father took me to the hospital, my mother took care of me day and night, and my grandmother cooked for me. One day, the doctor walked into the ward and said, "The child can't help infusion, or his condition will be more serious." "Then infusion!" My mother answered without hesitation and looked at me anxiously. Maybe I am sensitive to infusion, and I am in tears! Now, the whole hospital can hear my crying. Just do it. The doctor brought me potions and needles, and my family held me down and forbade me to move. Then I have this feeling, first cold, then hot, and finally painful. The doctor finally put the needle in for me, but I pulled it out myself! Helpless, this needle is going to prick again! I think I'm going to die. This kind of pain is like breaking your hands and feet, getting out of the oil pan and burning a fire! "Mom, mom! Ah! " "Speak well and don't cry!" I can feel that my mother is at a loss now, but there is nothing I can do, because the pain continues and my crying continues. All right, the needle is fixed. I'm not as quiet as Tuo.

A year passed, and I grew taller and stronger. I am no longer a fragile child, but I have suffered misfortune again. In the hot summer, I run around again, so I have some little red dot on my body. When I itch, I scratch it with my hands. So, I was shaved by my mother. At that time, I didn't know the consequences of being bald, so I wore clothes and pants that my brother didn't want, and I was still running around in the sun. Once, an aunt saw me, touched my head and said, "Hey, this little boy is so cute!" " "But I didn't have a strong sense of gender at that time, and I couldn't understand the relationship between men and women for the time being. I nodded proudly when she praised me for being cute. However, before long, people around me regarded me as a little boy and shouted "little brother" all day. I spent my childhood.

Diary of Growth 6 The torrent of time quietly pushes us far away. With nostalgia, sadness, expectation and fear, we entered our dream Northeastern University and opened a new chapter in our lives.

How to describe the feeling at the moment of receiving the notice? More should be inner peace than excitement and excitement. Always feel a sense of belonging. In the future, my body and mind can live here, enjoy the enrichment of burning incense again, chat and talk comfortably, and be close to the satisfaction of my dreams. It is precisely because of this that I feel indescribable pride, gratitude and even nostalgia when I think of myself who worked hard at my desk, who ran day and night, and who bravely walked forward after countless falls.

Now think of yourself, unconsciously raise your mouth. At the beginning, when I was young, I outlined countless outlines for my future college life in countless classes that looked out of the window. It may be a hasty silhouette that shuttles between teaching buildings, a comfort that bathes in the sunshine of the playground, or a concentration and enrichment that is immersed in reading in the library. Now my imaginary life is gradually coming into reality. I am satisfied and happy, but I am also mixed with a little confusion and fear.

In these few short months, the people who accompanied me through spring, summer, autumn and winter have now gone far away. The classroom, which once witnessed our sweat and tears, is now welcoming new people. The way of work and rest that once disgusted me always stays in the past. Nowadays, people around us come from all corners of the country, and there are no more classrooms marked with their own marks, and there is no longer a time for us to consciously open books and let go of trivialities. Every time I think about it, I feel a sense of emptiness spreading from my heart and gradually pulling me into an inescapable depression.

But those who live in the past are vicissitudes, those who live in the future are confused, and only those who live in the present are the most practical. Since we have chosen Dongda University, there is no need to grieve for the past, fear and be confused for the future, and manage every day in a down-to-earth manner, and live up to the past and the present.

How to render colorful colors for our college life? It is better to outline the basic outline of your painting with an academic plan than to splash paint and throw yourself aimlessly into study and various community activities. Set short-term and long-term goals for yourself and put them into practice. Thinking and choosing when setting goals, persistence and diligence when practicing goals, and relief and satisfaction after achieving goals will add luster to college life. At the same time, don't forget to explore the future you really yearn for. Once you have captured your inner hope, you will be fearless and pursue it boldly. Stick to our original wishes and remember our mission.

For us, the university is a new starting point, a new starting point to open countless possibilities. So we can't get lost. No matter how confused, disappointed and sad you are, you can't be negative. Perhaps the turning point is in the next second, but opportunities are always reserved for those who are prepared. So every second, we can't give up this second. Every day in college life, let yourself read more books, make more friends, think independently and face all the unknowns with a positive attitude. Even if you can't avoid the pain, you can accept it calmly. Then we will grow and mature in a full life day by day and get closer and closer to our dreams.

We dream, set sail and embark on a journey every day; We read loudly every day, sweat like rain, and have high morale; Continue to burn incense every day, challenge yourself and be practical and busy.

Win every battle, in the name of dreams; Book mountain topic sea, take music as a boat; Wan, take diligence as the way. No matter whether the front is clear waves or towering mountains, no matter whether the front is raging with wind and rain or confused with smoke, since Dongda has been chosen, it is necessary to ride the wind and waves; Since you have chosen Dongda University, you must spread your wings and soar. Self-improvement, unity of knowledge and practice, down-to-earth, dream of Dongda!

When we were young, we were budding buds, full of hope, full of vigor, carefree and innocent, resting on the pillow of dreams.

Time flies, when I was a child, I always felt that time passed too slowly and graduation was far away; Always want to grow up quickly, always looking forward to growing up quickly; When I was a child, I was not sensible, but I was too free. When we were children, we were playing.

Time old people come and go in a hurry, leaving only hurried steps. Blink of an eye, childhood and adolescence have left us, and it is too late to recall and retain, and everything has become a vague memory. Every day, we are growing; Every night, we dream of hope. When flowers are moistened by rain and dew, you may not notice that they slowly open their sleepy and curious eyes.

We have grown up, we have gone through a childhood full of fantasy and a teenager who doesn't know the taste of sadness, and we are about to enter the prime of youth. Yesterday we dreamed of growing up today, but what about today? When we grow up, we always have a lot of hesitation and helplessness. Youth is beautiful and beautiful, but troubles and sadness come unexpectedly. Difficulties in learning, troubles in youth, trivial matters at home, constant cutting and confusion ... At this time, we want to keep the old man in time, go back to the past and return to that carefree and innocent teenager. Let yourself have less troubles and more happiness, that is the life we want; At this time, we don't want to have too many responsibilities waiting for us, because our shoulders are still very young. However, Confucius once said in the Analects that "the deceased is like a husband, not giving up day and night." Old Time won't stop his hurried steps. We have to face sunrise and sunset every day. Therefore, we must face the sunshine and haze of life with a smile, face up to the gains and losses of life and face the future of life bravely. Dare to face difficulties, challenge yourself and challenge the future. Grow in the wind and rain, bloom in the sun.

We are flowers in spring, so we shouldn't do things in autumn, because we can't wither ourselves prematurely. We are in the prime of life, so we shouldn't waste time. We should study cultural knowledge hard, constantly improve ourselves and meet new challenges. We are not gorgeous roses and delicate peonies, but flowers on campus and gardenias dreaming of a bright future.

Today, we are a little immature, and tomorrow, we will be more beautiful. Because we are not afraid of wind and rain, and we will not bow to difficulties. We are the flowers that will bloom in the future.

At that moment, everything in the world is so small, time seems to stop at this moment, everything goes up in smoke, and only we are left in the world. ...

The weather is gloomy, and it seems that there will be a storm at any time. I will leave home and live on campus. Although my self-care ability is completely fine, I always feel uneasy when I leave home for the first time. I wanted to get some comfort from my mother, but my mother seemed more worried than me. On the way, she asked me from time to time, "Will you get used to it?" "What should I do if I am sick?" "Can't you sleep at night?" ..... a series of questions, but then I went to comfort her, which made me laugh and cry.

Finally, when I arrived at the school dormitory, the trouble came again-I was assigned to the upper berth, which made my mother very anxious. She wanted to tell the teacher that I tried my best to dissuade my mother. "Never mind, I'm not the only one sleeping in the upper bunk." Mom added, "What if I fall? You can't sleep well! " She felt the bed board for a while to see if it was flat, and shook the bed for a while to see if it was firm. Looking at her sweating, I said to my mother, "I'll pour a basin of water to wash your face." With a "hmm", her eyes stayed on the bed, and I walked out of the bedroom helplessly.

When I walked into the dormitory again, the scene in front of me really scared me. I saw my mother climb onto the bed, kneeling on the bed board, with a rope in her hand, her mouth closed and sweat running down her cheeks. I saw that she tied this rope to one end of the railing and the other end to another railing, and a "rope wall" was completed. She also moved up and down, nodded, and then heaved a sigh of relief, as if she had finished. I just stood there, motionless, but my heart could no longer be calm. My heart thumped, and an unspeakable taste spread in my heart, but tears had already flowed down. At this moment, I only feel that the string hidden in my heart has been touched. It keeps swinging, swinging. ...

A person's most precious wealth is to have this string, which can make people have the most beautiful things in the world. At that moment, my mother's love touched this string and gave me the most precious thing in the world.