Ten excellent weekly diaries of 300 words

300 words of excellent weekly diary (ten articles)

The weekly diary is a record of the major events or impressive things that happened this week, and a summary of the past week's experience, similar to a diary, but A broader overview than a diary. Below are ten excellent 300-word weekly diaries that I compiled for everyone. They are for reference only. If you like, you can collect and share them!

Excellent Weekly Diary 300 Words 1

The week passes very quickly, and the weekend is here in the blink of an eye. This week's weekend. I had a great time with my family.

Because the weather was sunny over the weekend, many people chose to go out this weekend. In parks and squares, people are everywhere. Some people set up tents on the lawn beside the park lake, while others walked barefoot on the lawn, feeling the softness of the grass.

My family and I came here. In fact, at first we just planned to come out to get some air, enjoy the scenery, and then take a walk. But when I saw many friends flying kites on one side of the lawn, I was gradually attracted by the kites flying in the sky.

As if he noticed my interest, my father secretly bought a kite from a small shop nearby.

I looked at the kite that suddenly appeared in front of me, and I was instantly happy. Then with the encouragement of my parents, I also joined the group of kite-flying partners, flying under the sun. , the kite in my hand is rising little by little in the breeze. Feeling my kite flying into the blue sky, I was so happy.

Mom and Dad found a place to sit down, and just sat there and watched me having fun. When I finally flew the kite, my parents applauded me. The loud applause gave me great encouragement, so I became more and more serious. I hope I can fly my kite very high and let the kite reach infinitely close to the white clouds in the blue sky.

I raised my head and flew the kite, as if I didn’t know I was tired at all, running against the wind, just so that my kite could fly higher.

I watched Lao Gao’s kite fly, and I was so happy that I kept laughing. Among the grass in this park, my laughter is the most cheerful. My confident and cheerful laughter has attracted the attention of many people. Even at the end, there were many people cheering me on. It was a happy weekend. Excellent Weekly Diary 300 Words Chapter 2

Night has fallen, and the golden lights are swaying, making the mist of the meal even more ethereal. At the dinner table, my brother excitedly tapped the edge of the bowl with his chopsticks, clapped his hands and cheered, gobbled it down, and competed with me for the food. He looked like a starving ghost reincarnated, and he said plausibly: After a hard day, let me take the food. Let this sweaty labor product enter my belly! After hearing this, I couldn't help but recall the cheerful scene during the day.

Who is that figure on the hillside waving a hoe and hunched over? That's my mother. Who is that person squatting on the ground, brushing away the dirt with his little hands, and huffing and puffing from exhaustion? That's my sister. He bent down and searched carefully, and from time to time he screamed in surprise: I found it! Who is your child? Hee hee, that's me. Who is that person sitting peacefully on the ground with a foxtail in his mouth? No need to guess, that is my hateful brother. So what are we doing? You don’t have to guess, it’s our family digging wild vegetables!

Wild vegetables, commonly known as ground vegetables, are small and tender, no more than the size of my palm. Their serrated leaves are close to the ground. They like to be clustered with some wild grasses. If you don’t look for them carefully, they will still appear. It's really not easy to find. Mom explained to us while holding samples of wild vegetables. I looked at the leaves carefully and found that the dug wild vegetables gradually curled up and stretched downward. When I weighed them in my hand, they looked like a small green ball, which was very interesting. While thinking, my mother already had a lot of wild vegetables in her hands.

I saw my mother first lightly spreading a layer of soil with a shovel, then stretching and retracting the handle in her hand, and the raised soil was piled aside obediently.

At this time, the jade-like roots appear in front of you. Just cut it gently with scissors, and a fresh wild vegetable will be placed in the basket. I don't have to go to that trouble. I first gently lift up a corner of the wild vegetable, and use the tip of the scissors to loosen the soil one centimeter away. Then I just need to gently lift and pull the wild vegetable with silk on it. It's in hand.

As the sun set, the lights on the street were already on. The lights stretched our shadows very long. We carried the basket and staggered towards our home. Excellent Weekly Diary 300 Words Part 3

Everyone must have tasted "Sweet Potato"! For us rural children, sweet potatoes can be called a delicacy, a delicacy from the mountains and the sea. Especially the sweet potatoes grown by my grandma, in my heart, they are simply the best in the world. Even if it were a god, the saliva would flow down three thousand feet! No, it’s time to dig sweet potatoes again, what about me? I just have too much time to spare. So I went digging with my grandma to experience the fun of digging sweet potatoes.

When they came to the field, grandma first used a knife to cut off the sweet potato branches and leaves on the ground. Grandma said it would be easier to dig them this way. With her skillful skills, grandma cut off a large piece in no time, and the cut was very neat, as if she was shaving a flat head. Then grandma dug it up with a hoe. With this hoe, the roots were uprooted, and a bunch of fat and big sweet potatoes "reappeared". Grandma said that the weather was good this year, so all of them were plump. Then several bunches of fat and plump sweet potatoes "reappeared". Now it's my turn to work. My task is to help them "unload" their "burden" and remove the soil from their bodies.

As time passed by, the number of sweet potatoes in the basket increased more and more. After a while, two baskets were filled. Since I really couldn't let it go, my grandma decided to carry it home first. At this time, I was sweating profusely. By coincidence, the sun came out at this time and shone brightly on every corner. This is undoubtedly adding insult to injury. No—it should be adding fuel to the fire.

After enough rest, my grandma and I each carried both ends of the pole. Grandma walked as fast as flying, but what about me? But it was difficult. It seems that I need to exercise more in the future.

After my efforts, I finally carried it home. I couldn't wait to weigh the largest sweet potato. It weighed six kilograms. "Wow" I couldn't help shouting. This was the first time I saw such a big sweet potato, but grandma was not so surprised because she had seen many.

In the evening, grandma brought me two roasted sweet potatoes. I took one bite and said, "Wow" they are pink and sweet. I just said, the sweet potatoes grown by grandma are different. Instead of just sitting there drooling, why not come and taste it. Excellent Weekly Diary 300 Words Chapter 4

During the weekend, something interesting and fun happened: I helped my brother take a bath at home.

When dad went out to dinner, he left me a note. I opened the note with great interest, and it read: After dinner, please help your brother take a bath. Helping my brother take a bath is not an easy task. The "King of Heaven" gave me an "order", how could I, a "commoner", dare to resist! It's better to help your brother take a bath quickly!

As soon as we said it, my mother and I divided the labor and cooperated: my mother was responsible for helping my brother change clothes, I was responsible for filling the water, and finally *** helped him complete the bathing process. I brought a large and small basin, washed the basins clean, and then put half of the water in each basin. I put my finger into the water to test the temperature. It was not hot or cold, and it was just right! I quickly called my mother. Mom carried her brother into the bathroom. But when she wanted to help her brother wash his face, he turned his face to the other side, waving his hands and feet constantly, and making "ah, ah" sounds in his mouth. I think he must not want to wash his face. After finally washing my face, I realized that washing my hair was not easy either. He also looked reluctant and started crying. The mother clamped him tightly to prevent him from moving. I teased him, making faces for a while, dancing for a while...

I started taking a bath. The mother put her brother into the water, and he made a big splash as soon as he hit the water. I said with a smile: "Wow, are you going to have a diving competition with Guo Jingjing?" My mother was very amused by me. I held up the water with my hands and poured it on my brother. My brother also kept fetching water with his little hands, and the water splashed everywhere.

I started to scrub him, washing his neck first, but as soon as I touched his neck, he raised his neck, clamped the towel I was using to bathe him, and laughed "chuck, chuck" in his mouth. Mom quickly teased him, and I quickly washed my brother's neck. I held the towel in my left hand and supported him with my right hand. Unexpectedly, my brother wanted to stand up and jump around. There was no other way. My mother took some small balls and floated them in the basin, and let him play with them in the basin. I took the opportunity to wash his whole body. Finally cleaned.

Although helping my brother take a bath is not easy or relaxing, it is also a lot of fun. I think I will often help my parents with work in the future to reduce their burden. Excellent Weekly Diary 300 words Chapter 5

On Sunday, my mother took my sister and I back to my grandma’s house. When we returned, we found that our cousins ??were also at home. We were so happy to see them.

The road was being built in front of my grandma’s house, and a lot of sand was piled next to it. My cousin and I filled some water and poured it on the sand, and the sand turned into a pile of mud. My cousin and the others rolled the mud into circles, like ping pong balls. They picked up the ping pong balls and threw them at the wall, and stains appeared on the wall. I asked them not to throw it, but they insisted. Even my sister participated in this activity of throwing mud against the wall.

Seeing them having so much fun, I finally couldn't hold back my excitement and participated in this activity. I picked up a handful of mud and threw it forward. Unexpectedly, it landed on my cousin's clothes. He had no choice but to wash his clothes and put on new clothes. Then he threw it on my clothes. Because mine was a down jacket, I rinsed it with water and it was clean.

Although playing in mud is a childhood fun, it would be better if it doesn’t stain your clothes.

After playing, I found that the Jerusalem artichoke leaves we planted in the spring had dried up, so we went to dig Jerusalem artichokes. My mother dug out the soil with a shovel first. I saw a large piece of Jerusalem artichoke at a glance. I quickly dug it out. It was indeed a big piece, and it was pulled out with other roots. , there are so many knots. My mother was digging there, and I went to get a basket to put it in. We dug and dug there, and some of them grew to the newly built roadside. We dug them out again and dug a whole basket.

At this time I found a tree root, and I dug out the root with a shovel. Grandpa said that there used to be a big elm tree here, and that was the root of an elm tree. Just now I dug out the skin on a piece with a shovel and found some sticky stuff inside. I didn't know what it was. Then I threw it in the trash can.

I like to go to grandma’s house the most, because there are many interesting things happening at grandma’s house, which you simply can’t do in the city. Excellent Weekly Diary 300 words Chapter 6

On the weekend, our family and relatives took the high-speed train to Dongtou, Wenzhou. When I arrived at Dongtou, I climbed up to the Wanghai Tower and looked down at the panoramic view of Dongtou: I saw the long and wide cross-sea bridge; fishing boats traveling for fishing; and rows of tall buildings. Then we climbed up to Xiandieyan and listened to the sound of the waves: we saw the waves rushing up to the beach like a charging team, noisy and shouting. But what impressed me most was the scene of collecting shells, catching small stone crabs and hermit crabs on the beach.

The beach at the seaside is full of colorful shells. Some of the shells are buried in the sand; some shine golden when exposed to the sun; some are attached to the rocks; and some are in my net. ! After picking up enough shells, I went to the pile of rocks to catch small stone crabs. The little stone crab is very small, smaller than my fingernail. It likes to hide under rocks. If I move a stone, there will be one or two hidden under it. When the little stone crab sees that I have moved its "house" away, it panics and runs away in both directions. , no matter how it escaped, I finally caught it. I held it in my hand and observed it: it waved its small pincers, and its helpless little legs struggled desperately. It is brown all over and has small bubbles in its mouth. I found a bottle and put it in. We caught it as we walked, "Oh my god, it's so big! Get the bottle quickly!" My mother suddenly shouted. It turned out that my mother had caught a very big stone crab, and even the mouth of the bottle was plugged. If you don’t go in, you have to put it in my net.

After catching the stone crabs, we went to the crevices of the rocks to catch hermit crabs. Hermit crabs are very timid and would hide in their shells as soon as they saw me coming. I held my breath and waited silently for one minute, two minutes, three minutes... Five minutes passed, and it finally moved, slowly stretching out its pincers to explore the outside world. We picked and picked, and there were more and more little creatures in the water bottle. I cleaned them and put them in my brother's bucket to raise them.

The "Ironman" competition is still being held on the beach. Now it is a swimming competition. At the referee's order, the athletes rush to jump into the sea, with the life-saving ball on their back sticking out of the water, like a A small sea duck is swimming around.

I love Wenzhou, I love Dongtou, I love the golden beach, the cute stone crabs, and the blue water! Excellent Weekly Diary 300 Words Chapter 7

On a sunny weekend, I was reading animal novels with gusto in my room. Unknowingly, the evening sun was shining on me. Just when I saw a person in the book chewing chicken legs, I seemed to smell the fragrance. Because I was too eager to know what was below, I didn’t have much Concern, but at this time the fragrance is getting stronger and stronger. The smell echoed in my nose, and my stomach rumbled. I sniffed it attentively. It turned out that this was my mother's cooking method, and the aroma of cooking came out of the kitchen. I couldn't help but smell it, for fear that the charming fragrance would suddenly disappear. I followed the "wafting" of the cooking to the kitchen, and couldn't help but ask my mother who was cooking: "Mom, what are you cooking? Why does it smell so good?" Mom smiled mysteriously: I will give you a surprise later, but I won’t tell you now. "I really had no choice but to walk back to the room dejectedly, close the door and read inside alone. How could I be in the mood to read a book now? I turned over and over again, and finally put the book aside, and began to think carefully about what my mother was burning?

Is it braised pork ribs, Coke chicken wings, or my favorite braised duck head? At this time, my mother’s voice came from the kitchen: “It’s time to eat! "I walked into the restaurant with suspicion, closed my eyes and smelled left and right. The smell just now came again. It turned out to be the fried chicken legs fried by my mother. What kind of image is hygienic? It no longer exists in my mind. I grabbed a chicken drumstick with each hand, took one bite from the left, took one bite from the right, and ate both of them in one gulp. Then I reached out to grab two Coke chicken wings and stuffed them into my mouth. "Ah woo, ah woo." Within half a minute, I ate them again. After two, I burped and ran to the window to enjoy the scenery.

Just as I was admiring the scenery, a disgusting smell came from behind. Baby? I covered my nose and shouted. It turned out that I was boiling Chinese medicine. I hurriedly ran to close the door and continued to the window to enjoy the scenery. As soon as I sat down by the window, the refreshing fragrance of flowers slowly entered my room. I sniffed very exaggeratedly, for fear that the faint smell would escape from my room.

What a wonderful weekend. 300 words of excellent weekly diary 8

Weekend. , should be a colorful festival, in which you can play, enjoy and relax. By the weekend, I will be looking forward to my parents taking me to the amusement park with a happy heart. Play, go for a walk in the park, go shopping in the mall, read a book... At this time, my heart will jump up and down like a little monkey, and I will be very happy.

However, I can't just look around. Play and forget to study, study is the main thing, so on weekends, I finish my homework first, then play as I like, and finally review or preview the knowledge I have learned.

No, this is another thing. The weekend is here! I just finished the exam, and I feel very relaxed. I still write my homework first. After a week of serious study and review, I feel comfortable writing my homework! When I think about the end of this weekend, I will save my weekend in my notebook. Next, my dad's arrival is my biggest expectation for the weekend, because my dad works away from home and only comes back once on the weekend.

Every time I come back, I can’t wait to throw myself into his arms and chatter about this and that. It’s really a thousand words!

There is also a small expectation, that is, I can sleep in happily on weekends without having to listen to the annoying alarm sound. I can take my time. By the bedside, I can grab a favorite extracurricular book and don’t have to listen to my mother’s urging. This leisurely time belongs to me on weekends! Weekends are the time for our family reunion, and my mother specially cooks a table of delicious dishes. We eat and talk about study and work, and it’s a happy and warm time. Every weekend, I have another assignment, which is to learn JianAo English. This is an assignment that I like very much, because I am my mother’s English teacher. Every time I speak English to my mother, I feel so proud to see her envious and focused expression! Going to the playground, reading extracurricular books, and watching TV are another great pleasures for me on weekends. However, I will focus on reading extracurricular books, because I usually have too little time!

This is my weekend - a happy, warm and colorful festival! Excellent Weekly Diary 300 Words Chapter 9

Friday afternoon is the time for our boarding students to go home. Every time my mother picks me up, she buys me delicious food. This time, my mother bought me a Peking duck. In front of the stall, I looked at the oily and brown duck and smelled the fragrant smell. My mouth watered, and I wanted to take a bite right away. When the duck seller was cutting the duck, I discovered a question: Does this duck have four legs? I was very curious and couldn't help asking, "Why does this duck have four legs?" The duck seller smiled and said while cutting the duck, "Have you ever seen a duck with four legs?" As he said that, he picked up the duck. Another duck asked me to look, "Tell me, where are the four legs?" I saw two on the top and two on the bottom, isn't it four? The duck seller laughed and said, "The two on top are duck wings." After hearing this, I felt embarrassed and ridiculous.

The Peking duck is packed in two boxes and two bags. One box contains duck meat and one box contains duck bones. One bag is for shredded green onions, and the other bag is for thin pancakes. That box of duck bones can be used to make duck soup with some coriander, which is very delicious.

I stayed at my uncle's house on the weekend, so I took the roast duck to my uncle's house. My cousin had never eaten Peking duck before. When he came up, he picked up the duck meat with chopsticks. I quickly stopped him and gave him a demonstration first. When eating, first take a piece of pancake, then use chopsticks to pick up shredded green onions and duck meat, then roll up the pancake and finally put it in your mouth.

My cousin learned how to eat roast duck, but it was a big deal. I saw him holding the bread in one hand and chopsticks in the other, eating one after another, saying it was delicious and delicious while eating. What a gobble! I watched from the side as there was less and less duck meat, and I ate it hurriedly. The "foodie war" between my brother and I began.

After a fierce "fight" between the two of us, we finally finished eating the duck meat and shredded green onions. We started rolling shredded potatoes and eating lettuce. If there was no sweet sauce, we replaced it with ketchup. It was a complete mess. By the end, both of our stomachs were about to burst.

I think this meal is the best meal I have ever eaten. I want to record it and keep it in my memory. Excellent Weekly Diary 300 Words 10

Over the weekend, my mother and I watched the news that Shanghai has started a mandatory garbage classification system from July 1st, and those who throw away the wrong garbage will be fined.

After reading the news introduction, I don’t think it is difficult to separate the garbage. Isn’t it just to throw the garbage separately! My mother smiled and said to me: "You think it's too simple. There is a lot to learn about garbage classification! Zhengzhou will also implement garbage classification at the end of this year. How about we try it at home first?" I didn't even want to say: "Okay Ah, no problem!”

As I said, I gathered the four trash cans at home and marked them as dry garbage, wet garbage, hazardous garbage and recyclable garbage according to Shanghai’s garbage classification standards. Recycle trash. As soon as it was done, grandma brought out some freshly cooked corn on the cob from the kitchen. After I washed my hands, I wiped them with a wet wipe and threw the wet wipe into the wet trash can.

Before I picked up the corn, I heard my mother say: "That's wrong!" I looked at the trash can in disbelief. How could it be wrong? The wet wipes are dripping with water, aren’t they wet garbage? My mother held up her mobile phone and said, "Look, no matter how wet the wipes are, they are still garbage!" "Well, it seems that distinguishing between wet and dry garbage is not that simple. I have to learn it quickly!"

I searched Information, while gnawing corn, I saw my mother throwing the finished corn cobs directly into the dry trash can. Haha, I caught it and said, "Mom, that's wrong. Corn cobs are wet garbage. I just saw it." Mom also looked unbelievable.

At this time, my father threw a box of expired medicine into the hazardous waste bin and said, "I'm not wrong, expired medicine is hazardous waste!" I smiled and said, "I'm still wrong, expired medicine is hazardous waste!" Hazardous waste is yes, but the packaging boxes are recyclable and should be put away separately." Dad suddenly realized it and said, "This is really true!"

At the end of the day, we learned a lot about garbage classification. Garbage classification seems simple, but it is still very difficult to actually classify it strictly according to the standards, but nothing is difficult in the world, as long as there are people who are willing. In order to make our environment better, everyone should learn quickly!