My weekly diary is 400 words.

Inadvertently, a week passed in a blink of an eye. I believe everyone has gained a lot this week. There must be a lot to record. It's time to write a weekly diary. Have you figured out how to write Zhou Ji? The following is my diary of 400 words a day for your reference, hoping to help friends in need.

My weekly diary is 400 words 1. In recent days, life is very uncomfortable. My parents seldom even use TV to get in the way. After watching it for a while, they began to urge: "read quickly, don't watch TV." Not to mention the computer gentleman and the mobile phone gentleman, of course, it is indispensable to be moved. I was imprisoned by my parents like a criminal.

However, fortunately, neighbors have computers and no passwords. They can play whenever they want and move whenever they want. Every time I finish my homework, I will play for a while, and my life is quite moist. However, I only got wet a few times, and my father caught me red-handed. I wonder, how did dad know? Who tipped them off? A bunch of question marks in my heart. I'm confused. Who did this? I care about him. When I was about to escape, my father had occupied the position at the door. I really can't escape this time! In this way, I was brought home by my father. Then, several screams came from the room, but soon, the screams disappeared. There is only a background of doing homework quietly.

Today, the day before school leaving day, I became a terminator, erasing my homework one by one. But ... even so, the stern father never gave in. I asked my father why, and my father said calmly, "You forgot the last monthly exam. How much did you get in the Chinese exam?" If you want to play, you must score 100 in next week's monthly exam. If it's not a hundred, then the computer gentleman will really rest in peace. "I'm so wronged that I can't even play with the computer. I just didn't do it once! As for it? I cried in the quilt with an unfair feeling.

Today is my worst day. I was so sad that I lost interest in everything. Ah, sad!

My daily diary is 400 words 2 20xx years, months, days and days.

Every morning I reluctantly leave the warmest bed in the world. Look, I was yelled at by my mother's "lion roar" again. If I don't listen to my mother, I should use "ear pulling" again. Who wants my mom to take it easy? I have no choice but to get up. After getting up, I have to suffer from holiday homework. I write, I write, come on! There are 7 compositions left, including 45 pages of Chinese holiday homework and 43 pages of math holiday homework. ...

"Whew, write so much today, and write the rest tomorrow."

"No, you can't. You must finish 43 pages of math holiday homework today. "

(alas! Mother gave a cry and scared off hundreds of generals. Not if you don't obey )

I can't help it You have to listen if you don't want to. I keep writing, writing, writing.

An hour passed ... "Mom, can we go out to play after finishing our homework today?" "Well, be careful."

In the evening, I had dinner with my mother. My mother is knitting a sweater. I am doing my favorite thing: playing computer. (It's a pity that my mother only lets me play for half an hour) I can walk slowly on the computer highway and play 4399 mini-games. In a word, the online world is wonderful.

After enjoying the magical online world, it's time to swim in the ocean of books. The teacher once said that it is best to read for half an hour before going to bed. So I insist on reading for half an hour every night. The book I read today is called Strange Old Man.

Unconsciously, half an hour passed, and it was time to go to bed. This is my day's life.

My weekly diary is 400 words. Please give me a day to enjoy and let my tense nerves relax. Don't think about how much homework you have to do, or what texts you haven't recited, and don't think about anything. How relaxed!

Please give me a day to enjoy it. You don't have to be woken up by the alarm clock when you are sleepy. I don't have to rub my sleepy eyes while getting dressed, and I don't have to shout to myself over and over again, "get up, slacker, or I'll be late." How happy this is!

Please give me a day to enjoy it. I can sit in front of the TV and reunite with the long-lost TV series. It's really a bit like "looking for her in a dream". After all, young hearts are not trapped by Arabic numerals and English letters, by Newton and Joule, by sulfuric acid and sodium hydroxide. This is a way of being both civil and military. Put on headphones and listen to TVXQ!'s familiar voice! And Han Geng, pulling up his voice, and then yelling to vent.

Please give me a day to enjoy it. I don't have to secretly date Jane Eyre and Anna, and I have to be wary of my mother's sudden attack. How free it is to have a heart-to-heart talk with the protagonists in the book, share joys and sorrows with them, and do what you want, relying on a small lamp at the bedside and a cup of light tea.

Really, I really want to enjoy a relaxed, happy, comfortable and free day in my intense study. As long as one day, I really want to, really want to ...

My daily diary is 400 words. Every day is ordinary and wonderful, but it is not blind, and sometimes there will be some gains!

Today is Saturday. I get up before seven o'clock, then wash and get dressed for dinner. It's almost half past seven. My mother took me to my grandmother's house. As the city is closed, I seldom have a chance to go. I went there with a car full of things.

I saw the scenery outside along the way. There is a river outside my mountain called Qingshui River. The peach trees on the river bank have beautiful flowers, pink and delicate. The river is clear and quiet. This is a paradise. How beautiful!

After crossing the river, it will be easy. After a while, I went to my grandmother's house and saw a kind smile on her face, calling me into the house.

Almost after lunch here, I sat at the door with a stool and watched the faint white clouds floating in the blue sky. That's what I thought. I had a brainwave. In front of the apple tree in the backyard, I picked up a shovel and kept digging. And I found something hard. At first glance, it turned out to be a box. When I opened it, it was a small ball. I showed it to my mother. She smiled and said, "This is when I was pregnant with you for almost four months. We have a custom here. When you are pregnant with a boy, you will bury the seeds of citrus in the backyard. If you are a girl, you will bury the seed of an apple tree, indicating that you are as watery as an apple! "

I see, then these are the remaining seeds. I left them in the front yard and went in for dinner, and the beautiful day passed.

I don't know how lucky I am. You can find something new every day. I hope I can be happy in the future!

On a holiday day, Mom, Bi and Lai happily went to Guanyin Mountain in Fogang to watch birds. It is said that there are many rare birds there, and we are all looking forward to seeing them.

When we arrived at Guanyin Mountain, after a rich breakfast, we went up the mountain along a winding path, surrounded by tall and lush trees and many wild flowers and weeds. We heard birds singing. We followed the birdsong and looked at a big tree in front of us. There are a group of birds hidden in the dense branches and leaves, including red-headed ibis, long-tailed Ye Ying, brown-necked ibis and chestnut-backed ibis ... This is the first time I have observed brown-necked ibis so closely. Its biggest feature is that its beak is sudden. These birds fly from tree to tree. Hong Zhao's mother told us that this is a rare "bird wave". We all cried with excitement. We continued to walk along the mountain road. When my eyes lit up, a red bird flew past us. It turned out to be a gray-throated mountain pepper bird. Its red feathers stand out in the forest, just like a colorful elf. We also saw a rare yellow-cheeked tit in Guangzhou. Its cheeks are yellow on both sides, its feathers are light blue, and it has a pair of small round eyes, which is very cute. Along the way, we enjoyed the beautiful scenery while eating snacks, so happy.

This bird watching in Guanyin Mountain is really interesting. I not only saw the scenery in the suburbs, but also saw many beautiful birds. What a great harvest!

My weekly diary is 400 words. Today is the second day of summer vacation. Yesterday, I came to my sister's house. So I'm at menstruation's house now. I didn't do my homework yesterday, so I plan to finish all my summer homework today. I did my homework very carefully. After writing, I felt idle and decided to go for a walk in Wang Longshan, not far from here. So I asked my cousin to go with me.

Shortly after we left, we arrived at Wang Long, ah! How beautiful the scenery here is! Willow waving green braids, all kinds of birds twittering ... in the tree, occasionally you can see a few cicadas, they "cicada" singing. As if to say; "Welcome everyone!" All kinds of flowers and trees are lush, and some trees even have a few red flowers, so beautiful that we can't name them.

After Wang Long, we went to Chibi Park. Here, I go boating by the lake with them. However, we don't know the skills of rowing. The ship didn't go forward, but kept turning in circles. We are worried and scared. Finally, with great effort, the ship finally landed. After landing, we came to the park to play games and had a good time. But soon, it began to rain, and we had to leave reluctantly.

What a happy day! I not only finished all my homework, but also had enough time to play, which made me realize that I can't delay. Only by doing my homework seriously can I have fun. I also understand the difference between getting twice the result with half the effort and getting twice the result with half the effort. I will correct my bad habits through this summer vacation and welcome the new semester with a brand-new attitude.

My weekly diary is 400 words. Now, my life in grade three is in full swing, and I am getting used to the overwhelming practice and the weight of time.

Both senior one and senior two were admitted and spent two years comfortably. Time has erased the memory of these two years, only knowing that I failed the exam once, reviewing before each exam, and drowning myself in endless TV and prose.

I don't like this life.

Now, I'm learning to be silent. I gradually began to remember my original dream, learned to review within a week before the exam, got used to reviewing and previewing, gave up the idea of watching TV and surfing the Internet, put away my prose collection and burned it from my memory, and a brand-new me was born. I don't want to leave any regrets in the last year of junior high school life. composition

The senior high school entrance examination is a glass, and I want to break through it and start my bloody senior three life. Listening to the sound of the clock every day is a wake-up call for me, and I will continue to work hard.

One day, I opened the drawer and saw some old prose collections in a trance, with thick dust on them. I accidentally pushed the drawer in again. If you want to achieve something, you must give up something. However, before I knew it, my heart was numb. composition

The school published a report card. After I filled in my grades, I looked at only 89 points in a daze.

After returning home, I said to myself in my heart, I must work hard next time and strive to enter the 40th place of the year. After telling my parents the result, my haggard face sighed.

I think my life after senior three will still be controlled by numbers, with frequent exams, intense review and full notes, waiting for the arrival of black July.

My weekly diary is 400 words. I stood in front of the timpani with a drumstick in my hand, quietly watching the audience and guests.

More than two months of intense practice will draw a perfect ending on this special day and hand over a perfect answer sheet. The spring breeze blew away the dust on my drum. At the moment when the host announced the opening of the Shuxiang Culture Festival, the audience focused on us who stood on the stage with hope, and a sense of mission came into being. But at this time, my back was soaked with cold sweat, and my hand holding the gavel trembled slightly, and I was so nervous that I was about to shout out loud, because I had never tried to be noticed by thousands of people at the same time.

"Bangbang …" The wind music played the first set of notes, followed by "Bang, Bang, Bang …" The timpani in front of me, my close comrade-in-arms, was struck by me, and a series of exciting rhythms came from it. I played the highest level since practice, and the music we played was integrated into the wind and entered the ears of every audience. ...

When I struck the last note and walked off the stage, I couldn't find the tension and oppression that lingered in my heart for more than two months. They seem to have disappeared at this moment. This unique feeling, I know, I can't find it anymore.

I looked back at the stage, and my drum still stood there quietly, standing in the spring breeze. The wind is blowing in my face, and I seem to smell a thick book. ...

My weekly diary is 400 words. I am very happy today. I have done many things. In the morning, grandma cooks for me. After dinner, I will pack my bag and go to school. The first class is reading. The teacher must lead us from the first lesson to the last lesson. After reading it, the teacher asked us to go to the toilet first, and then formally attend class. After class, you must pack up what you need for the next class. In this way, I attended four classes in a row. After these four classes, school is over.

In the afternoon, there are two classes. The first class is writing. Write what? Write what you wrote this morning. Write it again, it is three words. After writing, the class officially began. The first class is the moral and life class. We should bring books on morality and life and a pencil. The content of the class is that the teacher first says which page to turn to, and then asks him to sit up straight and see how many pages he has. After reading it, sit up straight, too In this way, you can get a small prize from the moral and life teacher. If there are questions about personality and life in the book, or if you are asked to draw, the teacher will let you draw. If you finish it soon, you can also get a small reward from the teacher. Class is over. Just like having a class in the morning, after this class, you should also take out what you need for the next class. The next class is math. The math teacher will come soon.

The content of the class, the teacher corrected your homework last night, and then studied hard. A few questions. Also lead us to review basic training. After reviewing, let's do some basic training and change it. This section is over. Class is over. It's over.

My weekly diary is 400 words 10. Today, the school held the semi-final of the "Star of Scientific Experiment" that I dreamed of. I'm really excited. Today, there are joy, anger, happiness and sadness. Let me tell you something!

Joy: Today I finally reached the semi-final of "Star of Scientific Experiment", which I have been waiting for for a long time! At first, I only reviewed the initial questions for a while, and then I took the full exam. On the contrary, the general organization of our class failed the exam, and those seed players were buried too deep. They didn't germinate, but I was mistakenly selected into the shortlist (remind me, I was the last one ...). What luck!

Anger: When I was waiting for the second project in Lab 2, everyone was noisy ("everyone" didn't include me, because my soul had flown to my lab 1, and only my body was still noisy in Lab 2 ...), which made my brain confused and my eardrum almost burst. I'm really afraid of errors in future experiments! Goddess of luck, please continue to take care of me!

Happiness: Aha, the goddess of fortune really cares for me! Why? I didn't expect that I was in the lab 1 because I was waiting for the noise from lab 2. This is a miracle!

Sadly, in the group experiment, the experiment is to "transport" the water from a beaker to another cup with a dropper. There is still time, but I can't use a dropper. Although my teammates taught me on the spot, I will do it later, but it's time! Alas!

You said, isn't this a day of joys and sorrows?

My weekly diary is 400 words 1 1. Every day, our life is colorful. Maybe, we chat with relatives at home; Perhaps, we listen to the teacher's teaching at school; Perhaps, we are walking in the countryside and enjoying the beauty of the countryside; Perhaps, we play on campus and linger among places of interest; probably ...

My day is colorful, meaningful and happy.

Last Sunday, my father, aunt, brother-in-law, aunt, elder sister, elder brother and uncle went to eling park for birthday wine.

Here, there are countless flowers, really an ocean of flowers! Some are in bud, others are scrambling to open up, as if a beauty contest is being held.

Look at the gardenias in the distance, so bright and dazzling. Like a supreme princess, wearing a red mink coat, against the rain and its green carpet, it looks inviolable, impeccable and without any shortcomings. Look at the bamboo opposite it, like a prince, protecting its beautiful princess and "shuttling" freely in this thorny grass.

These ornamental flowers across the street are singing Happy Birthday. Just when I was fascinated, the downpour roared and completely baptized the world.

After the rain, eling park has added a beautiful scenery against the sunshine and rain.

After that, we went to a restaurant. After eating and drinking enough, we went to a memorable and beautiful place-the tomb of Soviet martyrs. We are very excited at the thought that the martyrs died for us. We must study hard, set our eternal goals and work hard for our ideals.

Looking at these cypresses in the rain, I feel that I didn't study hard and failed the hopes of my family and friends.

My life is quite full, which makes me understand a truth: I must study hard, be firm in my goals and serve my country!

My 400-word weekly diary 12 is really good! Dad promised to buy me a bike. I think this should be the reason why I did well in the exam!

When the first ray of sunshine quietly opened the curtains of my room like a naughty child, I curiously put my little head in. At this moment, I want to jump with excitement-because I can buy a bike today!

My sister and I arrived at our destination-the bicycle shop. After I chose the car, I made a counter-offer and bought it for 325 yuan. On the way home, I touched the car and thought, I must study hard, cherish it and live up to my father's expectations!

At noon, after dinner, the vicious sun shines on the earth. I first offered to go to school at once, and my parents and sisters agreed.

Go to People's Park. There are countless question marks in my heart: what should I do if my bike is broken? What if you can't learn? If ... my sister seems to read my mind: "Feifei, don't be afraid, believe in yourself!" "

I sat in the driver's seat, and my sister put her bike flat on the back: "Keep pedaling, keep your eyes on the front, and my sister stopped for a while and said," Control your direction and stand up straight ... "I don't know how many times, my sister kept reminding me at the back.

After a rest, my father asked my sister to rest for a while and let him come over. I watched my sister sweating and panting, and I made up my mind to learn. Dad is ready, I sit in my seat, adjust the pedal to the right position, kick my foot, look up, sit up straight, take a deep breath and ride ... Dad reminds me from time to time. I saw my father and sister sweating like a pig, and their throats seemed to be blocked by something, so they couldn't speak. ...

When the sun sets, I walk between my sister and my father. The afterglow of the setting sun shines on us and casts a long shadow on the ground. ...

When I got home, I lay in bed tired and fell asleep happily. ...

Today is the first day of military training. After a morning of training, I deeply felt the pain brought by military training. Military training is boring. For a whole morning, we only practiced the basic skills such as being at ease, standing at attention, aligning to the right and counting off under the guidance of the instructor, but military training is also happy, which will make you feel comfortable like a breeze in the strong sunshine.

Let's talk about the hardships of military training first. The hot sun, sweating, repeated practice, shouting one after another, physical strength slowly weakening ... this is how we feel in the sun at the moment. If one word is used to describe it, it can really be described as "exhausted". However, no matter how difficult it is, we should stick to it. Look at those students around us who are "standing like a pine tree". We can't just shout for a report and rest. Time passed quietly in training, and waves of heat waves shot at us all morning. Unconsciously, there was sweat on my forehead and neck. These beads of sweat seem to have played a trick on me, running down my cheeks and making me itch. It seems to test my perseverance, so I have to grit my teeth and continue to stand. At that time, when I was standing to wipe my sweat, I saw that our class was still a neat team without any points.

Then there is the joy of military training. Our instructor is very strict, but he also cares about us all the time. From time to time, he asks us to "give a report to our uncomfortable classmates." . Students, are you tired? "Something like this. There is also a feeling of carefree after training, which is very comfortable.

In a word, there must be joy in military training when there is pain, and there must be pain when there is joy. The biggest feeling that military training brings me is five words: bittersweet!

My weekly diary is 400 words 14. Today is the happiest day since my holiday, and I also feel the joy after this successful fishing.

In the morning, I returned to my hometown. After lunch, I told my mother that I wanted to fish, so my mother borrowed a fishing rod from the house next door. My father took a hoe and dug three or four earthworms in the soil near my home. After that, my parents and I went fishing in my fish pond.

I swing from side to side with a fishing rod, and my hands are sore and painful. Father said seriously, "Don't keep moving your hand, the fish will scare away." I suddenly realized, smiled and seemed to understand something. Suddenly, the fish came up. Dad counted: 1, 2, 3, and quickly picked up the fishing rod in my hand. Father caught a big fish, but I was not convinced. I think I'll catch fish myself. I threw the hook into the water and I stared at the float. Time passed slowly. Wow! I caught a fish. When I took the fish off the hook, it swayed from side to side and didn't listen to orders. I was a little scared, so I quickly put the fish in the bucket and went home with my parents.

I was very happy that night, eating my own fish, and I had an indescribable sweetness and thick paste in my heart. At the same time, it also made me understand a truth: everything should be patient, first bitter and then sweet.

Ah! This is my most unforgettable day.

My weekly diary is 400 words, 15 spring, bright spring, mild spring, back, and came to my side. You are always dancing gently in the mountains, so close and kind. People can't forget that intoxicating dream I wandered among the trees, looking for charming spring scenery.

I set foot on the deep mountain canyon. Follow the mountain upstream. A ribbon with a poetic and warm wind gently brushed my cheek, which always makes people miss it. It's not hard to imagine that green is around you. Green, refreshing and inexhaustible, represents the color of life and nature. After a winter, the long-lost green has regained its freshness and brightness. Cicada stopped in the forest and asked, catching up with me. Singing "The Story of Spring" in my mouth, I am thinking about the happiness of summer. Among them, there is no lack of harmony in birdsong, which makes people never tire of hearing it.

I, sometimes traveling through the forest, sometimes climbing and standing on the rocks. The only belief in my heart is-keep going up! What you step on is the soil of spring, which is full of the meaning of spring and becomes moist and energetic. There is a clear spring flowing in the valley. It keeps flowing downwards, flows into my heart and moistens my heart. For example, drinking old wine that has been cellared for many years will make me slightly drunk. I look forward to the future as if heaven and earth were on my chest. I seem to be that mountain, the mountain god in charge of the castle peak. I always feel a little proud when I think about it. The water flows downwards, the mountain grows higher, and I, like a mountain, keep going up. The hillside of nearly 90 degrees failed to let me slide down the deep valley; This sly old tree didn't trip me. Although the knee is bruised; My hand was cut; The higher the mountain, the more difficult it is to breathe; Sweat drips like water. But that's all for the struggle and sacrifice. Conquer yourself, conquer nature. Keep your eyes on the top of the mountain, the target is there, the highest end of the mountain! They said, "The benevolent enjoys Leshan, while the wise enjoys water." Today, I walked around the room and absorbed the aura of heaven and earth and the essence of the sun and the moon!

Springs tinkle into life, and mountains and rivers are vast in my heart. This is the fun of spring outing.

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