Diary composition of grade three

Time flies like a horse, and a day has passed. Did anything or anyone touch us this day? It's time to write a summary and keep a diary. How to keep a diary is appropriate? The following are eight diary compositions I compiled for you, hoping to help you.

At night, the moon generously shared its soft light, and I reached out and touched the faint moonlight. It is invisible. I missed it, but when I felt the softness of the moonlight, I couldn't help laughing. There are only cicadas chirping around, and I feel lonely and scared.

Perhaps, I am not so lonely, fireflies are flying slowly around me, they light up my world, and the road ahead shines again. Although it was only one night, I still cherish their lives.

The leaves rustle behind me, as if playing a song. I vaguely heard it. I'm not sure it was a song. Maybe it was a poem?

I looked up at the sky again. It was opaque, but the sky was faintly dotted with stars, blinking like eyes. I rubbed my eyes. Maybe they are dancing and matching those rustling leaves!

Night, quiet night, this silent, invisible night, is deposited in the deepest part of my soul. . .

Remember this article: Diary of Grade Three: Quiet Night. You can come to me often if you like. I am your "sister Xiu Xiu".

His name is Lu. Mention him, many girls will have heart-shaped eyes, revealing the posture of a little woman. He has big eyes, a straight nose, fair skin, a pointed face, slender hands and feet, and that muscle. He is a handsome man. What is important is that he is not only handsome, but also good at reading, sports and painting.

And I am a plain-looking girl who likes reading and is in a daze. Because the head teacher chatted with Mommy and wanted to improve my study, she arranged for me to sit at the same table with Liu. I remember sometimes, I wander with my deskmate Liang, always reminding me that Liang is also a very popular boy in my class. He is cute, good at reading and nice. Chen Yu won't remind me, but I always scold at this moment: "It's always cold. What's the big deal? It's just that many girls like you. Well, you look like a spoiled brat. What a nuisance. "

After an exam, I was reflecting on myself. As a result, I didn't hear the teacher's question and Lu didn't remind me, which led me to be punished by the teacher as a duty student. I was so angry that I threw away my schoolbag after school and shouted at my classmates, "Go quickly, I want to be on duty." Heart yue came over, "my dear, do you want me to wait for you? But my family came to see me today for something. Sorry, I have to go first. " Then I ran away and disappeared. Ziyun and Wen Yi also smiled apologetically at me. Ziyun said to me apologetically, "I'm sorry, honey, my brother plays ball today, and I have to go." Wen Yi will let me go, or I will go by myself. Too embarrassing. " I have no choice but to say to them, "it's okay, you go, I'm okay alone." There was no one in the class after that.

I was exhausted from working alone for four students on duty and my head ached, so I threw away the mop and planned to have a rest. Who knows? I fell asleep, and then someone gave me a rude push and said in a slightly magnetic voice, "Hey, wake up, hey." When I opened my eyes, I remembered that I had not finished my task. I saw Liu standing next to me like a goddess. I glanced at the classroom, looked at Liu in surprise and walked to my seat. "Are you a fool? I have finished it for you, and you can still sleep here. I wonder if you will catch cold? " My heart suddenly moved, "I didn't expect you to be so good. You usually look indifferent, but in fact your heart is very delicate. " Liu grabbed the hair and said to me in distress situation: "stupid pig, I am not as indifferent as you think." You girls are always peeking at me, even daring to look me in the eye when I pass by. I only have coldness to avoid embarrassing myself. " Do you know that?/You know what? "I was annoyed to hear him scold me." You are a stupid pig. I have a name. You can call me a fool, but you can't call me a pig. "He blushed and smiled apologetically." Well, I'll call you a fool from now on. "

He ran away, so I had to lock the door and leave.

The next day, Qing Yu came to collect my Chinese homework. As soon as I took out my notebook, he dragged it over. "Fool, lend me one." Suddenly the whole class was boiling. He had been learning Chinese, but he didn't copy my homework, and he was so kind as to call me a fool. Ziyun and Hehe came over and looked at Lu, the best of the boys, and then at me. Asked in a low voice, "what is your relationship with you? He actually called you a fool. " As a result, everyone in the class looked at me, and I perfunctory, "classmate." The whole class heard my words and looked at Liu again. He's coming. "I just thought she was my sister. Don't embarrass her. " He is just a flower, always out of reach, and I am just a green leaf, setting off his brilliance.

In a blink of an eye, my father is fifty years old. Looking at his white hair, I can't believe it. My father is fifty years old? Father is really fifty years old. I can't help asking myself.

I didn't attend my father's birthday party, but stayed at home alone. When my father came back, it was already twelve o'clock at night. I personally cooked a special dish and put it on the table, and took out a candle that was broken into several pieces but still lit. My father was not surprised, but just sat quietly in the chair and watched me fiddle back and forth. It was quiet at home at this time, and my mother was drunk and fell on the bed, leaving only me and my father without saying a word.

I opened a can of beer and divided it into two cups, one in front of my father and the other in front of me. My father still just looked at me quietly and said nothing. I turned off the light and lit the candle. I watched my father carefully by candlelight. To tell the truth, I have never seen my father so carefully: big eyes, big nose, frowning, still the same. But the difference is that there are a few wrinkles on the original astigmatism face, and the eyes with double eyelids have become eight eyelids, and deep bags under the eyes are attached because of the fatigue of work. I paused, and suddenly I reacted and said, Dad, blow out the candles. Hearing my words, he suddenly stood up as if he had come out from somewhere, rushed into the room in three steps and two steps, dragged his mother up and put her on the dining table. Her mother opened her eyes and seemed to cooperate. Just when the candle was about to melt, her father blew out the candle and smiled happily. I've never seen him so happy, and my mother seems to suddenly wake up and laugh with her father.

The light came on, and I began to pack my things, while my father was still munching on my cooking. After everything was over, I suddenly remembered one thing, "Happy birthday, Dad". He still didn't say anything, just patted me on the head, looked at me, and then went to bed. In fact, through his eyes, I can understand.

My father has really paid too much for me. Looking back at the past scenes, it is really wrong to be furious with my father again and again. At those times, how sad he should be, and why I understand now.

What I want to say is that as post-90s generation, we should not be willful and live up to our parents' expectations. So, from now on, let's repay our parents, love them and thank them for their selfless feeding and sincerity.

Diary composition of Miao month and Miao day in the fourth year of Miao nationality in grade three

I am a cat, a pure white puppet cat. Because it is too white and pure, my master gave me a resounding name-A Guai. Although I have resisted many times, I have been overly excited because I like the name too much. Ok, I resign, I surrender, the human mind is really not easy to understand.

Miao Nian Miao Yue Miao Ri

Let's talk about my master today. For her, my understanding only stays on the word "crazy woman". I can't imagine how her lady's skin unreasonably hides the heart of a female psychopath. The most ridiculous thing is that she has a boyfriend! God, I am a charming and symmetrical cat, selling cute, coquetry, pretending to be deep and playing small and fresh. She doesn't have a girlfriend, so she has a boyfriend? ! I ..... I don't have the courage to face the world anymore. I want to eat fish to feed myself at noon!

Miao Nian Miao Yue Miao Ri

After being stimulated by the master, I decided to confess to Amo next door. Under the poison of TV series, I chose a way that I thought would never be rejected: "Amo, will you marry me?" Just answer me one word! " Amo really answered my question in one sentence, but I didn't get her because she said, "Bah."

We all say that we love ourselves the most in the world, but do you really love yourself?

I just want to say, if you love, please love deeply!

You know you want a warm and happy family, but you don't devote yourself wholeheartedly to it. Do you love yourself? You know you long for a sweet and happy love, but you are always arguing over a little thing. Do you love yourself? You pursue sincere friendship, but you never take the initiative to care about your friends. Do you love yourself?

If you love, please love deeply. Only by loving with your heart can you get what you want. Many good things in life happen when you are not ready, so don't panic. Calm is the best gesture. Because if you care too much, fear and cowardice will haunt you, but it will make it difficult for you to show your true self. Love yourself, then bloom yourself confidently, don't care about other people's comments, maybe it's jealousy, trying to dispel your enthusiasm. So, don't be fooled, or you will personally stab someone else's knife into your stomach, endure the pain and bleed yourself. Is it cruel to love yourself like this? Indeed, this is not love, this is naked injury!

Go after what you want, and remember, if you love, please love deeply. If you don't push yourself hard, you will never know how much potential you have and you will never be able to compete with success!

If you love, please love deeply; If you fight, fight hard!

On a sunny morning, I overheard the familiar melody in that CD-"Tomorrow will be Better". Yes, that's the song! Suddenly, I stopped, and a feeling of intimacy as if I had seen an old acquaintance I hadn't seen for years immediately filled my whole heart. I can't help but think about it carefully: when did you hear this ... Oh, by the way, isn't this the song that was played at the last class meeting of the third grade last year? Oh, how unforgettable! Accompanied by this melodious melody, I couldn't help feeling the atmosphere of the class meeting at that time. ...

I remember that afternoon, before school was over, our third-grade 1 1 class had the last theme class meeting ... The weather was particularly sunny that day, and the orange-red sunshine near dusk slanted into the window, quietly flowing on every desk in the classroom, with affectionate faces. In the sunshine, we have mixed feelings and wait quietly with strange feelings, waiting for the last item of the class meeting-the ending song. Music sounded, and the song "Better Tomorrow" echoed throughout the classroom, everywhere. My heart seems to be moved by it, and the pictures of junior high school come to mind, and what happened in this classroom keeps reappearing in my mind. By my side, my classmates' hearts were softened by music, and tears infiltrated their eyes.

Now, this feeling has magically appeared again. Similarly, I still can't help recalling the past. Now, it's almost a year since I left the third grade, and how deep my feelings for the third grade are, as if something is closely connected with it in my heart.

Learning must be the most eternal theme of grade three. Because the face has been prepared for it for more than 1000 days of senior high school entrance examination. Tired, really tired, but I really don't feel bitter. Everything, in a hurry, seems to have accidentally jumped from grade three to grade one. Oh, maybe it doesn't hurt me to say that, but I really don't have that kind of learning pain in my heart.

In order to prepare for the senior high school entrance examination, the grade arranged extra classes for our winter vacation and every Saturday morning. Who doesn't want to have a rest? I didn't want to go at first! It was the first class after the summer vacation of Grade Two. Simply put some books and a pen in the morning, then ride a bike lazily and go to school by bike. Along the way, I watched the old man doing morning exercises and the overpass that I went out to play yesterday. The days of August are not over yet. I really want to turn around and go straight to the park! Ah, but I have no choice but to force myself to go to school by bike. But I don't know why, after two or three times, I don't hate making up classes so much. The teacher often tells us a story about the third grade, winding up the bare study with a long and interesting plot. In our hearts, we also have a sense of mission and are determined to embark on this road. Gradually, every Saturday, we will meet the sunshine in the early morning of the weekend and embark on the road of seeking knowledge. People have become diligent and relaxed, perhaps because they have a feeling of hard work and sureness in their hearts. It is so easy for you to like learning in grade three, just like a student who spent eight years in a daze and finally found his goal in life in the ninth year. For this goal, we are willing to study every day ... A little sense of accomplishment germinates in this small junior high school garden and grows up day by day, as if it is gestating a kind of strength.

Of course, I didn't come alone in the third grade. Maybe only when you are about to lose it will you feel the preciousness of a thing! My old classmates and friends who have been with me for more than two years will be separated in less than a year. In a few months, this still full of atmosphere and bustling classroom will be empty. A few months?

These 40-year-old friends looked at the blue sky yesterday and smiled. They graduated in the foreseeable future and parted ways in a blink of an eye. The rest of the room is empty, and we will accompany the next junior three students to play our story again.

Although we haven't studied with our old friends for a long time, we are not enveloped by this sadness of parting, but cherish this precious time more. "Learning", this is really the soul of grade three! Things that used to be opposed to it in some ways are now obediently assimilated by it: in the first day of junior high school, I put down my homework and went out riding with my friends; In the second day of junior high school, I put down my pen and picked up the phone to chat with my classmates. On the third day, I will accompany my old friends to choose books, review articles, collect review materials in various subjects and discuss exercises with them ... Has it changed? The old friend suddenly seemed to become the closest comrade-in-arms, and we all walked hand in hand. At that time, learning also became a bridge to convey friendship. On the riverside road in the west of that school, from autumn to winter, from winter to spring, we shed a lot of laughter-celebrating getting high marks in exams, celebrating solving problems, and having a "hodgepodge" chat. Hehe, optimistic we let the pressure of study melt away. On the third day, our teeth basked in the sun every day.

"Today, a new clinical diagnosis case of atypical pneumonia was reported in Beijing ..." When this string of voices inexplicably came out of the TV and knocked on your ear coldly, no one would have expected that our school life in grade three ended early in the warm and pure April. ...

That was April 22nd last year. In the morning, I heard a classmate say that classes would be suspended. I didn't believe it at that time, because the school broadcast the day before said that "there is no plan to suspend classes", and the class teacher Shi just arranged the daily disinfection plan of our class yesterday. Surprisingly, however, classes were suspended in the afternoon. The leaves of the green flowers that have just been watered at noon are still dripping. God knows this time, this potted flower will spend a month and a half alone, so that it will eventually dry up and die! But with it, it is a new study life.

What is the best way to describe it? Submarine must be good! From April 23rd, my life as a submarine officially began. On the first day after the suspension of classes, I opened the window. Oh, my god The road outside the window is brightly lit by the sun, and the roar of cars in the past has not only become very small. The street is quiet and there is a feeling of pantomime. Surprised? The sound of an ambulance in the distance explains all this-SARS is coming, and the city seems to have lost its soul. No wonder, in those days, more than 100 people living around us were infected every day ... perhaps because of the tense atmosphere in the early days of SARS. I persisted for ten days before going out occasionally. Open the window for ventilation and disinfection, and then sit in your small room and start reading and doing problems. Perhaps to get rid of the fear of SARS, I would rather study hard all day than stop. I'm afraid my brain will stop, thinking about the day when this virus will fall from the sky and scare myself.

It's different from school now. There is no teacher's explanation, and there is no teacher's supervision ... but it is no problem for me and I will get used to it immediately. After making a preliminary plan and arranging the time, I will review it in a down-to-earth manner. I can accomplish a lot of things every day, and I feel that time has been fully utilized as never before. Plans are being completed one by one, and the mood is getting more and more relaxed.

The desk calendar in front of that desk is covered with symbols such as "March Milestones". When studying, don't forget to communicate with old friends and chat with teachers. The distance in space can't stop me from studying with my old friends. Telephone, SMS, E-mail and online forums have suddenly become the main ways to communicate with the outside world, completely replacing going out. Also, I watched "Classroom in the Air" by Beijing Radio 8 the other night.

A month and a half passed quickly, and the senior high school entrance examination came directly. This SARS made a junior high school student learn to study independently, developed strong perseverance, and made him more confident. A student who just walked out of youth, faced with the double challenges of this natural disaster and life goal, laughed at the end with the strength and self-confidence he knew in it. All this has made great contributions to my life as a third-grade student in the year 20xx. It's amazing! I'm proud of it.

There are countless stars twinkling in the night sky, and I know there is always one that belongs to me. What I don't have, of course, is the expectation and yearning for my dream. On the road to dreams-persistence is success.

I remember the moment I fell to the ground, the dream began to accompany me all my life. When I was a child, I dreamed of growing up and going to school. My teacher will reward me with lollipops. In kindergarten, I want to be a butterfly. I can fly freely. In primary school, my dream is even more "great": every exam is 100, and my report card is always "excellent". I will never get sick, I will never grow up, and I will do whatever I want. ...

When my parents criticized me, I dreamed of becoming a mother as soon as possible and educating my children without parental constraints. When the grades are not ideal, I dream of becoming a teacher and can "madly" batch homework; When I saw the Olympic gold medal winner, I dreamed of becoming an athlete, winning glory for my country and winning honor for myself ... I had many dreams, all of which were presented on the road of realizing my dream.

But on second thought, it is too tired for a mother to make money and take care of her children. The teacher is too tired to prepare lessons and mark papers every day; It is too much for me for athletes to endure the pain of injuries and keep training; So ... being a doctor? You can see a doctor for patients and contribute your strength. However, it seems that it is not easy to dare to race against time every day. It seems that the dream is not close to me.

I like reading books, and when I saw the dancing "elves" in the books, I had the idea of being a writer again. Although many writers have occupational diseases and often get sick, what's wrong with being able to leave their true thoughts in a notebook for everyone to enjoy reading? But I know that dreams are not so easy, and you have to pay the price.

That night, I took out my most beautiful book, and the cover said: Diary with Leaves. Then write the date on the first line of the first page and record the most interesting things you thought of that day. Every time I write a word, I feel that I have taken another step on the road to my dream and am slowly moving towards my dream.

One day, one week, one month ... With the increase of study burden, I gradually can't persist, but I secretly tell myself in my heart that persistence is success.

Sometimes, at nine o'clock in the evening, I am still writing; Sometimes, you can see my busy figure on the trip. As day after day, my notebook is full! This is really a memorable moment. I changed a new notebook, and the cover reads: Diary with Leaves (2). I know, it's a gift that I insist on giving me.

I take a deep breath, the previous entanglements no longer exist, and I am slowly cheering for the diary with leaves (3) ...

Article 8 "Let's talk about it, what do you want to do after the senior high school entrance examination?" "I want to ..." A voice. "I think ..." Another voice. "I will race against time to improve my quality. A Dream of Red Mansions, The Merchant of Venice and young werther are my summer trilogy. Exercise for an hour every day; Recite the whole English box; How long to see and how long to travel; Keep practicing calligraphy every day, but also learn computer operation and informatics; In July, I will attack the third year of Olympiad, and preview the first year textbook in August; I also want to learn erhu; Learning ... and ... "-This is my speech.

"Haoyu, what are you going to do these days?" "The results of the senior high school entrance examination haven't come down yet, and my heart is uneasy. I can't stand reading. " "But-all right."

"Hello, Ray ... Zhang, please. How about the senior high school entrance examination? " "Haoyu, the aunt in the class said your score today ..." "Hey, Lu Haoyu, you did well in the obedient exam ..."

"Study hard today!" Yes, so I picked up A Dream of Red Mansions, but from the beginning, I was "busy with fragrance" and "full of sweet days". Let's take a look at the thick one and change it. Merchant of Venice, Shakespeare's famous play, but the name is too difficult to remember-Lancelot Goldberg, Gracino, Stefano, or young werther. Goethe is shorter than Shakespeare, and Viterbi Antonio is shorter! But the sentences in Victor are so profound that I even feel uncomfortable. When I thought it was a translator, I began to doubt the translator's level and immediately flew into a rage. "I stopped reading it, so I bought another one ..." July 10, "Oh, when I was in junior high school, I kept shaking my head on the olympiad because of the pressure of the senior high school entrance examination, and now I'm here-wait a minute. I'm going to high school. It's no use wasting my precious time here. "