High School Weekly Diary

Time flies. The week is over. There must be many unforgettable moments. You might as well sit down and write down your weekly diary. What should the weekly diary you have seen look like? Below are 6 high school weekly diaries that I collected and compiled for reference only. Let’s take a look. High School Weekly Diary Chapter 1

This week, I learned that worry is human nature. I am always troubled by more or less vague worries. If I could really be carefree, I would be very brave, I think.

Perhaps thousands of times of practice are not worth the sudden timidity. One minute before walking on the stage, fear suddenly filled the air, and the invisible poisonous gas made me jump with fear and unable to concentrate. Rubbing his hands back and forth, his palms turned red. How I wish the speech could drag on and on. There was silence, and pairs of eyes stared at her beaming on the stage, as if examining her. Next, I may be riddled with holes under this scrutinizing gaze, leaving nothing to hide.

I passed her by, and she quickly took off my glasses and whispered: "Don't worry too much, you can't see anyone or hear any sound, just treat it as rehearsing at home. That's all." Others pushed me, but I just walked off the stage like a bystander.

It was a blur, except for the people and things nearby. Not seeing it makes me calmer. If you can't hear, you can't be distracted. Three minutes are more eternal than a year, and yet seem shorter than a moment. Worry is like layers of mountains, with a frightening path spreading among them. Although the artistic conception of winding paths is more mysterious, I prefer a carefree road with dark willows and bright flowers. Taking off your glasses also takes off the filter of fear in your heart.

Walking down slowly, amidst the thunderous applause, I realized that the thing that terrified me was just a wisp of smoke. In front of Wuyou, it is worthless. I understand. I found her and wanted to share my happiness with her. She just smiled and said: "I also had a lot of worries. How much I cared about other people's eyes! When I took off my glasses, I found that the sharp eyes like a knife turned into nothingness in the blur. The worries were gone. , you will no longer worry and become braver.”

Take off the filter and move forward without worries or fear. High School Weekly Diary Chapter 2

Meeting you is the most beautiful gift God has given me in these dream-like years. Muzi folded his arms and leaned quietly on the railing. The noisy sounds around him did not affect Muzi's mood. He stretched out his hand nervously, and the raindrops fell on his palm, ripples following the lines on his palm. It has been two years since graduation. For more than 700 days and nights, you have been completely away from my world. How have you been lately? The piano music started playing, and Muzi trotted into the classroom. Class! Hello teacher!

In the rush of time, I missed time for no reason. I always thought that the scattered fragrance was the flow of love and the most beautiful memory of my time. Fingertips rubbed the yellowed handwriting, and Muzi's eyes flickered. Since when? I started to get used to his smile, started to get used to his bad jokes, started to get used to chasing his figure. Muzi's lips curled up slightly, remembering the first time he met that guy. It should be during the summer military training in 2008, that scorching afternoon. Everyone was punished for being naughty and stood in a military position. Although it only lasted for twenty minutes, for us as children, every second was undoubtedly torture. Sweat condensed into beads and slid down from the forehead, falling on the smoking ground. Muzi silently greeted the black-faced instructor hundreds of times in his heart. "Stand still! Don't wander around! Look up!" The instructor's scolding voice came. Muzi, like other classmates who liked to watch the excitement, quietly tilted his head, and that guy appeared in Muzi's sight. How to describe it? The word "handsome" popped up in Muzi's mind like a short circuit. At this moment, this handsome young man was taking advantage of the instructor's training to move his hands and feet quietly. He looked like a sneaky kitten. Muzi couldn't help but chuckle and quickly turned his head to cover up his gaffe. "What are you looking at! Everyone, just stand there for five minutes!" The black-faced instructor showed off his power again. All the students silently despised the instructor for three minutes. When his arm was touched, Muzi's heart rang with alarm, and he quickly picked up a pen and drew on the book.

High School Weekly Diary Chapter 3

Dreams give wings to birds that are afraid of heights; dreams give hope to desperate people.

I believe that everyone has a dream in their heart. Although they are different, they are all great. For example, some people want to be a teacher and educate students with knowledge; Be a policeman and maintain social stability and peace; some want to be a doctor and save lives and heal the wounded; some want to be a firefighter and help people out of danger... My dream is to be a doctor who can save lives and heal the wounded.

Doctor is a great profession. They use their superb medical skills to rescue patients from the hands of death, allowing them to have a complete home, so that more and more people can be happy, healthy and live a long life. At the same time, this is also a kind of repayment to the society and the motherland. I feel very proud to give back to the society in this way.

At the same time, I know that being a doctor is not that easy. If you want to be an excellent doctor, you must not only have rich cultural knowledge and study hard in medicine, but also treat patients with care and attitude. Be peaceful because they are patients. Being sick is a painful thing. We should not be indifferent to them, but should share their worries and solve their problems.

Dreams cannot be realized by just talking, so now, I have to study hard, work hard, and work hard to become an excellent doctor to help others, come on! High School Weekly Diary Chapter 4

The name of my motherland is - China. She is a dazzling pearl in the East and one of the four ancient civilizations.

Ancient China was a big country in the world. It built world-famous projects. The majestic Great Wall is like a long winding dragon. The ancient Zhaozhou Bridge still stands majestically in Zhao County, 45 kilometers southeast of Shijiazhuang. Above the Nanzhao River. The long Yangtze River is like a dragon, and the Yellow River is the mother river of our Chinese nation, nurturing the Chinese people.

In 20xx, the Beijing Olympic Games in our country’s capital fulfilled the Chinese nation’s century-old Olympic dream, and at the same time, construction of a majestic Bird’s Nest began. After the competition on August 8, 20xx, our athletes won 51 gold medals in one go, ranking first among all countries.

In the years of reform and opening up, science and technology have become more and more developed, but the rapid growth of population has led to more people cutting down trees and the trees have become scarce, leading to the disappearance of forests, flooding of rivers, soil erosion, and the emergence of Severe floods, forest destruction, bad weather, severe drought and water shortages occurred in northern China. The development of industry and the increase of vehicles have caused more pollutants such as carbon dioxide to be emitted, and the air quality has been polluted. People have thrown garbage into the river, and factories have discharged wastewater into the river, causing damage to the water in the river. The little fish couldn't survive and disappeared into the river. The surrounding flowers and trees were also severely affected.

I wish my motherland will be like spring all year round, with green environment everywhere and become more youthful and beautiful. High School Weekly Chapter 5

The wild flower hidden in the grass is lonely, but it is still blooming freely; the stream flowing alone in the forest is lonely, but it is still tinkling and singing; the branches are picked up from high The fallen leaves whose heads drift away quietly are helpless, but they are still dancing passionately... What power supports them not to bow to fate? Be optimistic! Optimism, a positive attitude, is like a bright red flag, giving people infinite power and leading you to work hard. At the same time, optimism is the catalyst for success, urging you to keep moving forward until the day you succeed.

Optimism is a piece of pastry that helps each other in poverty, a warm word from a friend in trouble, and a shining beacon in confusion... It leads you to continue to work hard on the journey to success. , keep working hard and making progress. Without it, life would be bleak.

Throughout the ever-changing situation, most successful people have an optimistic attitude. Gou Jian, the king of Yue, was one of them. During the war between Wu and Yue, the king of Yue was captured, and he was also captured by the king of Wu to serve as his pawn. This is a great shame for an emperor.

He was defeated and captured, but in the face of this series of blows, Gou Jian did not flinch, nor did he just lament like Li Yu. In the face of humiliation, he faced his fate with an optimistic heart, worked hard and prepared for war for ten years. Finally, the King of Yue stood up and defeated the King of Wu in one fell swoop, clearing away his humiliation. In the face of humiliation, it was optimism that made the King of Yue regain his strength, and it was optimism that pushed him to keep improving. If the King of Yue had not viewed the country's demise with an optimistic attitude, perhaps Chinese history would have been rewritten as a result.

I consciously remembered that the great musician Beethoven was not sad or retreating, but faced the injustice of fate with an optimistic attitude. He regarded the peaceful world as a paradise for tempering his temperament and finding inspiration. With his perseverance, he finally created a shocking masterpiece - "Symphony of Destiny". Life is like this. Only by relying on your own perseverance can you realize the beautiful dreams in your heart. Optimism is like a magical catalyst that turns tears into sweat and failure into upward motivation, accompanying us to move forward bravely.

However, optimism is not indifferent or lucky. We must treat it with the correct attitude. When we fail, we cannot treat it as a normal thing and forget about it for a while, but we must learn from it and get up again to achieve the next goal. High School Weekly Diary Chapter 6

"A grateful heart, thank you for being with me throughout my life, giving me the courage to be myself. A grateful heart, grateful for fate, I will cherish it even if the flowers bloom and fall." The song made me understand that without sunshine, there would be no warmth; without water, there would be no life; without parents, there would be no ourselves; without family and friendship, the world would be lonely and dark. To get rid of it, we need to be grateful. heart.

The fallen leaves hover in the sky, composing a piece of gratitude. It is the gratitude of the big tree to the earth that nourishes it. White clouds float in the blue sky, painting touching pictures. They are the white clouds' gratitude to the blue sky that nurtured them. Because of gratitude, there will be this colorful society, and because of gratitude, there will be sincere friendship. Because gratitude allows us to understand the true meaning of life.

“Thanksgiving” is a kind of recognition. This recognition should be a recognition from our hearts.

“Thanksgiving” is a kind of admiration. This admiration should be the kind of admiration that gushes from our veins.

"Gratitude" is an expression of gratitude for favors. It is an emotion lingering in the heart of every person who does not forget the kindness of others.

"Gratitude" is a philosophy of life and great wisdom in life. Gratitude can dissolve all the resentment in the heart, and gratitude can wash away all the dust in the world.

"Gratitude" is an attitude towards life, a moral character, and words from the bottom of our hearts.

From our first loud cry, the people we want to thank appear one by one on the way we grow up, and we want to thank all the passers-by who have paid for us.

We would like to thank our parents for their support along the way, we would like to thank our friends for accompanying us through the ups and downs, and we would like to thank our teachers for their earnest teachings. Because we have so many people to thank, we should silently bless them all in our hearts. Whether it is loss or possession...

Gratitude comes from the heart. As the saying goes, "The kindness of a drop of water should be repaid by a spring of water." What's more, parents, relatives, friends and teachers who carefully cultivate us have paid us not just a "drop of water", but a vast ocean.

With a grateful heart, look at all the people around you and be grateful to those who hurt you. It is they who hone your will. Be grateful to those who encourage you, they are the ones who make you confident. Be grateful to those who have given you knowledge, they are the ones who illuminate your way forward. Be grateful to the people who nurtured you. It was them who gave you plenty of food and clothing. Be grateful to those who help you, they are the ones who give you hope of rebirth; be grateful to those who laugh at you, they are the ones who inspire your self-esteem.

Learn to be grateful, and you will find how happy you are. Open your mind and let the drizzle wash away the pollution in your soul. Learning to be grateful will broaden our minds and allow us to enjoy life without distractions!