3-week diary, with random content, 500 words.

When I was a child, my grandmother and I lived in a small quadrangle. There is a big poplar tree in the yard. He was a good friend of my childhood.

When I was very young, I always played games with my friends under the poplar. The summer sun shines on the dense green leaves of poplar trees, and a sparkling parasol holds up our heads. Leaves are as beautiful as fairy tales. We play under the leaves and enjoy a carefree life. In retrospect, there will always be a shiny poplar leaf in front of me.

When I grow up, I will collect the fallen leaves every autumn, and my grandmother always carefully helps me put them into an unknown book. At that time, I didn't know what specimens were or why I collected fallen leaves, but I brought back countless poplar leaves with great interest every day, and my grandmother always put them in the book with a smile. Neighbors see me picking up fallen leaves and leave me beautiful leaves every time I clean the yard. Once, a neighbor's elder sister gave me a boat made of yellow leaves. I am so excited that I take boats everywhere. When I sleep at night, I deliberately let my grandmother put it out of the reach of the pet dog. That puppy is also my good friend, but I guess he may have fallen out of favor for several days because of the deciduous boat.

In winter, poplars hide all their leaves. Whenever this happens, grandma takes out the fallen leaves caught in the book in autumn. Grandma taught me to draw on the leaves with colored pens. After painting, grandma put tape on both sides of the leaves, tied the leaves together with thread and hung them on the door and wall. Grandma and I also used poplar leaves to collage pictures. A few leaves, simply folded a few times, make up a unique picture, which is very interesting. The wall is covered with such paintings, and grandma calls it my "leaf painting exhibition". Every winter, there are strings of poplar leaves, leaf paintings and grandma's loving smile.

When spring comes, new green leaves leap on the branches. Looking at the delicate new leaves, I began to expect them to grow up quickly and become golden poplar leaves in summer.

I grow up in hope year after year, and poplar leaves are my inseparable partners. It was not until that autumn that we had to break up. In order to expand the road, the yard will be demolished. I picked up the poplar leaves on the ground for the last time, and grandma put them in the book, just like before. On that day, I bid farewell to the poplar leaves that accompanied me through my childhood.

Later, I went back to that street. The yard is gone. I can't believe all the poplars are gone, only thick stumps are left. A few months later, I went back to that street. This time, even the stumps disappeared and the road widened.

I still cherish the last few poplar leaves. When I see poplars, I will think of poplar leaves that accompanied me through my childhood.

Since my cousin got an MP3 player, somehow, I have a strong desire to have an MP3 player. One day after school, I couldn't help saying what I wanted. To my surprise, all my wishes have come true-I have an MP3 player!

My MP3 is silvery white, rectangular, the size of a matchbox, and less than one third as thick as a matchbox. It can be charged like a mobile phone and can be used without batteries. You can record, reread and save 60 or 70 songs, and even listen to channel programs like a radio, with a pair of advanced black headphones, exquisite!

When I got this compact MP3, I couldn't help jumping for joy! My MP3 is not only exquisite in appearance, but also beautiful in timbre. It sounds as clear as listening to live singing, not hoarse at all!

As soon as I got this MP3, I couldn't put it down and regarded it as a jewel. I listen to song downloading, reading, doing homework and listening to it during holidays whenever I have time ... When I download this song and that song, I can see that I play with it almost every day. The happiness that this MP3 player brings me is self-evident.

Today, science and technology are developing rapidly, from the previous radio to the current MP3, from airplanes to spaceships, from ... I believe that tomorrow's science and technology supplies will be better.

When I recalled my childhood, I felt that blood suddenly poured into my brain, and my brain suddenly became big.

When I was young, I had great courage. At that time, I dared to stand on the guardrail of the bridge and look down at the speeding cars. Not now.

When I was young, I dared to eat anything.

At that time, my grandfather once told me, "Chinese medicine says ants are tonics." So, when I was playing in the yard once, I naively grabbed an ant from the ground and chewed it down. I'm afraid to think about it now. If it doesn't die, my internal organs will be in trouble.

And "roasted dragonfly", which tastes good now. Find an afternoon, catch more "big skulls", then tear off their heads and bellies, put a stick on their chest and bake them with a lighter. Sprinkle the seasoning of "BBQ BBQ BBQ BBQ BBQ BBQ BBQ BBQ BBQ" before eating.

Alas, I dare not eat now.

When I was a child, I was very agile. I flew over the roof of the warehouse all day. Not now.

When I was a child, I thought the world was just a painting. The blue sky, white clouds like torn cotton, ochre painted brick walls and snowy blue lilacs are really wonderful.

When I think about it, I feel my brain ache, as if I were going to die. .....

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Today is Saturday, and my lovely and naughty little cousin Liu Xiang has come. At that time, I was absorbed in drawing my computer diagram. Seeing him coming, my attention was reduced by more than half. I thought, "The naughty boy is coming again. As my sister, I will have bad luck." But on the surface, you have to pretend to welcome him. Alas! I can't help it We are sisters!

I made a "welcome" gesture, grabbed a handful of candy and put it in his hand, and then began to concentrate on computer drawing. However, Xiangxiang is not "honest". He wants me to play house with him for a while, let me play hide-and-seek with him for a while. I thought to myself: I am so old, it is really boring to play these children's tricks with you. But anyway, I must play with him!

Playing, while I was not paying attention, Liu Xiang suddenly knocked on my "baby" computer with a chubby little hand like a drum. I turned around and shouted, "No!" But it was too late, and the computer crashed. I was so angry that I didn't know what to say about him. I can't scold him or hit him. After all, he is only three years old this year. In this way, I have been coaxing Xiangxiang to play for a long time. After he left, I went back to my room, touched the computer, sighed and said, "Computer, I'm going to operate on you again!" " "

Well, tell me, is it really difficult to be a qualified sister? As usual, I began to change my weekly diary. Suddenly, I found a short and messy weekly diary. Whose is this? How dare you write a weekly diary like this! Turning to the cover, I couldn't help being taken aback. It turned out that she got excellent grades in the class. Can't be wrong? Yes, that's her. Suddenly, a burst of anger came to my mind. How can she be so perfunctory? Can't be tolerated. As the class representative kept a diary, I said to him, "Go and call her." But I waited all afternoon, but I didn't see her. So I'm even angrier. How can a good student in my mind be like this?

The next day, it coincided with Chinese morning reading. When I walked into the classroom and looked around, I saw her hand me a weekly diary and a letter. So I didn't say anything. Finally, class is over, and I can't wait to get back to the office. I opened the letter and suddenly understood. It turned out that because of the contradiction between her parents, she was so sad that she could no longer concentrate on her studies. In order to cope with the errand, she wrote down yesterday's weekly diary. In the letter, she asked the teacher for forgiveness and asked me to give advice on her current situation because she was at a loss. I felt so guilty that I opened her weekly diary. Yesterday's weekly diary was torn up by her and replaced by a neat and rich weekly diary. While rejoicing, I can't help feeling sorry: why did she tear it up? Because at the back of that weekly diary, I wrote a comment, "learning is a persistent thing, and there can be no slack and perfunctory." I asked her during recess, and she said, "I tore up that page of weekly diary and made it into a bookmark, so that it can spur me forever." I was speechless for a moment.

Whenever I attend class, I will feel a pair of more focused eyes; Whenever I change my diary, I can feel a more sincere heart. The distance between teachers and students is shortened instantly.

Inadvertently, the weekly diary of another girl in the class caught my attention again (she is introverted, does not like to talk, studies hard but has no grades). Her weekly diary is more like a confession of truth, like a slowly flowing river telling something to the scenery on both sides of the strait. Because she is the eldest daughter of the family, her parents have high expectations of her. However, despite her hard work, her grades in the class are still very poor, and she feels anxious, helpless and helpless. So the teacher advised her to repeat the grade and even invited her father, but she didn't want to stay because of her poor self-esteem. So she wrote that even if the teacher gave up on her, she would never be discouraged. She would take this as a warning and go all out until the teacher looked at her with new eyes. Seeing this, I was thinking, as a student who is working hard and has worked very hard, since she has achieved a clear conscience, what else should we ask her? Facing the teacher's attitude, she didn't resent it, but deeply blamed herself and was ready to bear the burden of "humiliation". How can I comfort her? Obviously, any comfort is powerless. So behind her weekly diary, I wrote: "The writing is particularly delicate, especially good at expressing rich inner feelings, and very sincere. I hope you can play your specialty in this area. " I wonder how she felt when she saw the news. But I know that she will work harder, because she is a pearl wrapped in a clam shell waiting to be discovered.

Correcting one weekly diary after another from the students' hearts, I suddenly found that being a Chinese teacher is really my luck: because I can touch the students' truest hearts, listen to their inner calls and feel their truest emotional world.

Zhou Ji, opened a door for me, a door into the hearts of students. 3. Unforgettable events

This is something that happened to me. Whenever I see someone giving up their seat on the bus, I will recall it. This incident not only made me feel ashamed, but also made me admire a complete stranger.

One Sunday morning a year ago. After class, I went to my father's office by bus. As soon as I got on the bus, I quickly grabbed an empty seat and sat down without looking. Then I looked into the carriage, and there were really many people in the carriage. The whole carriage is like a sardine can, side by side, crowded.

I was sitting leisurely, looking at the beautiful scenery outside the window, when an old woman got on the bus. "When I walked to my row of seats, I thought: There are still many stops from my father's unit. How tired it is to be crowded in the crowd after giving up your seat. Do you want it or not? Just as I hesitated, a young man stood up and said to his grandmother, "Grandma, you can take my seat." Then, he carefully helped the old woman to sit down, and he always leaned back in the seat, holding the handrail with one hand and struggling in the crowded place. Seeing that grandma had a seat, I didn't think about anything in my heart and continued to enjoy the scenery.

After several stops, only the people who came up from the front door did not see the people who went out from the back door, and the carriage became more crowded. I saw that the young man was squeezed with sweat all over his face, his back gradually bent and he stood very hard. Finally arrived at the terminal, many people got off, and the young man and I were also ready to get off. Everyone pushed me to the car door. Suddenly, I don't know who hit the young man's leg. The young man "ouch", gritted his teeth and got out of the car with a painful expression, covering his legs. I feel very strange in my heart: can a bump hurt like this? I walked out of the bus with a "question mark" and saw the young man sitting on the side of the road, rolling up his trouser legs to check the wound. Ah! It turned out to be an injured leg, and the knee was tightly wrapped with gauze. He's hurt!

I stood there, stupefied, looking at the red scarf on my chest, feeling my face burning. I think: I am a young pioneer. Do I deserve a red scarf? I'm ashamed.

Although it has been so long, I still remember it clearly. This matter has always told me that being a helpful person can only be happier if you help others. We ushered in a new summer vacation. In the first week of this summer vacation, my 3A school also started classes. I am very happy. Because I went to 3A school, I can not only learn a lot of knowledge, but also play with my classmates in the Olympics class.

Today is the first day of school, and the headmaster gave us an important speech. The headmaster said, "Your study task this holiday is very arduous. Because there are many key middle schools, such as Xigong University High School, Jiaotong University High School and so on. They all came to us to choose students. If you do well in the exam, you will be admitted to their junior high school. Only after attending their junior high school can they attend their key high schools. Only by attending a key high school can you be admitted to a key university in the future. So, this is a major choice in your life. This choice will affect your life. " The headmaster added: "This time we are teaching Olympiad Mathematics and Olympiad Mathematics. Every day, the teacher gives everyone a lot of homework. This is the so-called intensive teaching. I hope everyone will cooperate well. You have to ask for pressure. There is pressure to have motivation, and motivation to learn well. I hope you can all be admitted to key schools from our teaching class. "

After listening to the headmaster's words, I secretly made up my mind: I must not be afraid of hardship, study hard, and strive to be "famous on the list" and "overnight" in the battle to sprint famous schools!

The second week is July1Thursday.

When I came back from school today, my mother had not cooked dinner. I sat by the window and picked up the series of Great Wisdom of Short Stories that my father bought newly-the door left unlocked. I flipped through it, and an eye-catching title came into view-"The Material of Divine Power". I can't wait to read on.

It turns out that this story is about: Bill Gates, a genius in the information age, a tycoon of Microsoft Computer Company and the richest man in the United States, was recommended to the school library to help organize books in the fourth grade. He is smart and eager to learn. Although he is short, he works very hard. He comes early every day, spares no effort to wear through the maze of bookshelves, picks out the books that people have misplaced like a little detective, and then puts them back. Later, his family moved to another neighborhood nearby, and he was also transferred from the library. But he always remembers, "Who will sort out those books that are on the wrong team when I leave?" After careful consideration, he asked his mother to transfer him back to his original school. He told the librarian, "Now my father drives me to school. If my father doesn't take me, I'll walk. "

After reading this story, I was moved by Bill's earnest spirit. A teenager, so earnest and determined, can do anything in this world. I think that in many great or outstanding figures, there are always many places that are superior or different from ordinary people, and these will be revealed in their life stories sooner or later. Before becoming famous, these may have been ignored. After becoming famous, people think of their own extraordinary. However, whether it is recorded beforehand or afterwards, it is undoubtedly a masterpiece left to mankind.

In the third week, it rained on July 2 1 Thursday.

This week, I am most worried about the 3A school exam. Because we have learned too much in this issue. Austrian has a lot to understand and recite. There are so many things to understand and recite about the Three-Character Classics, augmented sages, idioms solitaire, ancient poems and words. In order to get good grades, I recite, write and review every night, plus Olympics, reading and composition. I sleep late every day.

The exam is over. Walking into the examination room and getting the test paper, my hanging heart finally fell to the ground. The topic is not difficult. I finished it in less than half an hour. I checked it several times, found and corrected several mistakes, and handed in my paper. I told my mother that I would do well in the exam this time. I have great confidence in myself.

Fourth week, Thursday, July 28th, no problem.

During this week, I read many articles, among which a short story named Success aroused my great interest. This story is about an interesting thing that happened to Bernard, a famous French writer.

Once, a French newspaper held a prize contest, which included such a question: If the Louvre, the largest museum in France, was on fire and only one painting was allowed to be rescued, which one would you rob?

As a result, among thousands of answers received by the newspaper, Bernard won the highest prize for this topic with the best answer. His answer is: "I grabbed the painting closest to the exit."

I don't think Bernard thinks like us. Our answer may also be: "I grabbed the most precious painting." But Bernard's answer is unique.

This story tells us that the best goal of success is not the most valuable goal, but the most likely goal.

The fifth week is Thursday, August 4th, sunny.

This week, the second class of Olympic Mathematics in 3A school started again. On the first day of school, the teacher will hand out the first paper and announce the exam results.

The class began, and the teacher walked onto the platform with a thick stack of test papers. The students held their breath and waited for the teacher to announce their grades. The classroom was quiet, and more than 60 pairs of eyes stared at the teacher's papers and guessed their scores. There are many parents standing in the corridor outside the classroom. They rushed to the door of the classroom and looked into the classroom from time to time for fear of hearing the children's exam results.

The teacher spoke: "Classmates, the questions in our last exam were more difficult, all of which were selected by the key middle school of our school last year." According to last year's admission, anyone who can get 50 points or more in this Olympic Mathematics exam may be admitted. Students with 40 points or above account for more than 70% of the class. Now, I will publish the list of students with scores above 85, and then send the examination papers to everyone. "

"Zhang Yongxuan, math 100, Chinese 88 points; Wang Jiale, 95 points in mathematics and 90 points in Chinese; Li Bin, math 90 points, Chinese 92 points ... "Hearing the teacher read my name and score, I was very excited and wanted to eat as sweet as honey. I looked up at the door of the classroom, and my mother standing in the crowd also showed a satisfied smile on her face. ...

It rains on Thursday in August of the sixth week 1 1.

I wanted to relax after finishing my homework today, so I turned on my computer and played the computer game Warcraft just installed a few days ago.

I chose orcs to fight against humans today. I asked my hero "Prophet" to take his troops to training first, and he didn't come back until he reached level 5 and had great magic. At this time, I moved the mouse and looked at the map. I saw that the "Blood Magician" of Terran troops suffered a serious failure in the struggle with my "Gold Mine Guardian" because they overreached themselves. I think this is my great opportunity to attack the Terran. So, I clicked the mouse and took my "Infantry Wolf Ride", "Biped Dragon" and "Tauren Chieftain" to attack the Terran base. Seeing that our army was fierce, the "Blood Magician" had to fight to keep the base, so I wiped it out in one fell swoop. We pursued the victory, captured the Terran base, and won a complete victory in this battle.

I wouldn't have finished this computer game. I was addicted to watching my little cousin play last time, and I learned it slowly. But I know that playing computer games, you must not be addicted, you must be able to control yourself. Only play for a while after finishing homework. Don't let playing games affect your study.

Week 7 It rains on Thursday, August 16.

The weather is changeable this week, with sunny days and sultry days. It will rain for a while, but it won't clear up for several days.

Today, I went to class. It was clear in Wan Li, and it was so hot that people only wore shorts and vests. But when I walked out of the classroom after class, it rained heavily. As we didn't bring an umbrella when we came out, my mother and I had to ride back in the rain. Along the way, there was water on the ground, and there were so many vehicles and pedestrians coming and going that everyone seemed to be in a hurry.

My mother and I rode on the sidewalk, and the buses pushed forward one after another, and no one gave way to anyone, which caused my mother and I to be splashed with mud. I can't help it My mother and I had to push our bikes forward. At this moment, I saw umbrellas on the sidewalk one after another, like a colorful flower queue. In front of us, there is a man whose umbrella is always up and can't be pulled down. I finally pulled it down, and the wind blew it up again. From a distance, it's like holding a big black pot with a handle in your hand. I thought it was funny, and everyone on the roadside laughed.

I finally got home. My mother and I have become a drowned rat. I think, although I became a drowned rat today, I learned knowledge and learned to ride a bike in the wind and rain. In short, the harvest is still great.