How to write Zhou Ji? I've never written it. I'm so worried!

It depends on which grade you are in. If you are in a slightly lower grade, it will be easy. Generally, there is no designated topic, so you can write down what you feel or like this week, including sightseeing. Because you are in the lower grade, the teacher's requirements are not high, so it is enough to have fluent sentences and real feelings in it.

If you are a senior, it will be more troublesome. The senior teacher wants to read a profound and valuable weekly diary. Generally speaking, you can't write comments, arguments or argumentative papers in a weekly diary, because the teacher may think that you are dealing with the homework assigned by the teacher when he sees such an article. You can write one day of the week, and the narrative is the best, such as family gatherings. What moves you between classmates is to make you understand something reasonable and meaningful.

Junior weekly diary

Break corn cob

Autumn, a harvest season, I followed my father to the countryside to experience harvesting corn in the morning. On the way, I saw the golden ears of rice in the paddy field and bent over with laughter. The sorghum on the mountain blushed; This scene filled my heart with joy and expectation. I'm looking forward to harvesting corn in the corn field early. After about half an hour, we finally arrived at our destination.

I hurried out of the car and ran into the cornfield. I rolled up my sleeve and started to break it hard, but I didn't break it with all my strength. I stood there in a daze when my mother-in-law came over and said to me, "Don't use brute force, use clever force." She also gave me a demonstration. I just suddenly realized that I should imitate my mother-in-law's actions, first hold the corncob with my left hand, and then fold it off with my right hand, ha. I really broke off the corn and danced happily. With the success of the first one, I continued to break the second, third and fourth ones ... but later, I was overwhelmed, my hands were numb and my feet were weak; The corn leaves were cut, so I called my mother; The grass under my feet has been bothering me; Mosquitoes stung me; Not to be outdone, the hot sun overhead made me sweat with stars. I stopped breaking corn and sat on the ridge to have a rest. My father came and sat next to me, patted me on the shoulder and asked me, "How do you feel? Do you know anything? " I have a lot of thoughts, thinking that I didn't cherish food so much before.

By breaking corn, I feel and understand the hard work of the farmer's uncle. I want to cherish the hard-won food, which is the labor achievement that farmers' uncles exchanged with sweat; I also understand the truth that "no pains, no gains". If you want to get it, you must give it.

Weekly diary of fourth grade

Laughter in exchange for sweat

On a spring Sunday, my mother said, "When the weather is fine, I have to grow vegetables." I said, "OK, Mom, I'll go with you." My mother said, "All right!" ?

I came to the field with my hoe and my mother. I see weeds everywhere. I said, "Mom, there is so much grass here, how can we grow vegetables?" Mom smiled and said, "Look at me!" I saw my mother cutting weeds one by one with a sickle, and soon I was so tired that I was sweating all over. So I took out my sickle and learned to look like my mother. I hold the grass in my left hand and the sickle in my right hand, cutting the grass one by one. When I finished cutting, I was so tired that I couldn't straighten up. My mother asked me to have a rest, and I said, "I'm not tired, let's go on!" " As soon as the voice fell, I saw my mother digging on the ground with a hoe. I quickly picked up the hoe and dug up. After a while, my hands were covered with blood, but I didn't feel any pain at all when I looked at my mother's hard work.

I looked up and saw that my mother had dug to the end of the ground, and I had just started, so I accelerated my speed and tried my best, but I still couldn't catch up with my mother. My mother said, "Take your time, don't worry!" An hour passed and the land became soft. My mother and I took the time to grow vegetables.

When the vegetables were planted, my mother touched my head and smiled and said to me, "With you, my mother is much more relaxed. She is really my mother's good daughter. My mother will depend on you in the future! " "I listened to my mother's words and looked at the vegetable fields I bought with sweat and labor. I felt unspeakable joy in my heart.

Weekly diary of fifth grade

Visit the "foreign" temple fair during the Spring Festival.

Spring Festival is a common festival in Asia, but temple fairs are unique to China. This is a great tradition of the people of China. What about temple fairs abroad? I think such a unique new vocabulary was only available in 2006! On the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, the taste of the Spring Festival has not passed. On February 2, my family and I went to a temple fair in Shijingshan. I haven't even been to a temple fair, so foreign temple fairs are even more itchy for me.

It's really a sunny day. The blue sky makes my heart feel very comfortable. With excitement and excitement, my family and I came to Shijingshan amusement park. When you walk down the steps, you can clearly hear the "welcome song". I hurried down and saw four rows and five columns of "frogs" blowing their horns. This is the song. It is really interesting! Probably because of the attraction of this "charming" voice, there are many people at the door, but after all, it is morning and it is not very crowded. When you enter the park gate, the first thing you see is misty smoke. It seems that there are many people barbecuing, which makes the front door of the park foggy. Looking carefully from the left, there are all kinds of Italian roast suckling pigs, Japanese roast eels, fried ice cream, and Italian-made patties. I am dazzled. Not long after breakfast, I had to swallow my saliva and walk to another path. After leaving, it became a snack in China. Looking around, I found only signs:10: 30 ~11:00, 2: 00 ~ 2: 30. I thought to myself, I quickly looked at my watch and it happened to be 10: 30, so I quickly took my family to the designated place to watch the performance.

? When we got there, there were already many people standing there, and it seemed that the performance had already started. But there is still a lively scene around, and those people don't seem very interested in the performance. Because I'm not very tall, I just squeezed a little forward and stood on tiptoe, barely able to see the performance. First of all, there was a dance car. People in the car danced all kinds of dances, and the man twisted his waist. It was very funny! Then there are the floats of the prince and princess. The body is pink, like a parade The princess above seems to be Russian, smiling and waving to everyone. Then Mickey Mouse, Donald Duck ... Snow White and other famous Disney figures also appeared here. So behind this big family is a gorilla. The gorilla is holding a cage, and there is a man sitting in the cage with his legs curled up. How is that possible? ! I followed this "combination" to find out his flaw. After all, even two people can't do such a thing. Sure enough, I saw that the pants of the person sitting in the cage seemed to be a little out of touch with his body. Ha! Finally, I found out that this man walked in the clothes of an orangutan, but the clothes of the orangutan had no place for eyes to see, so he combined his upper body with the artificial leg in the cage, so that he could walk without being afraid of being seen, that is, hunched over. Because I have been paying attention to the "dynamics" of a character, the later performances are not as interesting to me as before.

After that, there will be floats, and there will be many places to visit in half an hour, so you can visit other places after seeing this place. Seriously, they are really hard! Looking back, an inconspicuous stall on the roadside caught my eye. "lettering on the rice"! Mi Shang? Carving this reminds me that the canned characters in Zheng's Biography of Lu Xixi can paint on rice grains, but it is a fairy tale after all, and the characters in the characters are so small. Now normal people are engraving on rice, which is very novel! Curiosity drove me to the telephone booth. The artist is carving his name on the rice for the person next to him. I saw that he only used a meat cleaver. His hands are big and his fingers are thick, but his whole hand is very flexible. On the tiny grain of rice, he held a meat cleaver as if drawing, which was very meticulous. I have to admire his hand. Apart from the name, there are no carvings and no "scars". After I saw him carve his name, I used a fine brush to erase the sunken words. Look! The lettering on the rice is finished! It only took a few minutes, and such a perfect "painting" was completely embedded in the rice grain. The man found a small glass bottle, put it in, and the work was finished.

Going on, the artist's actions are still printed in my mind, which left a deep impression on me. Who told him to be so innovative? At this moment, I saw a booth of "painting with words". Oh, there's really everything here. What will it be like? It's not like drawing words, is it? Let's take a closer look. It's true, but it's much more difficult than I thought. The painter had two soft sponges of two colors and dipped them. I saw the man gently wiping them on the paper. The two colors are not contaminated with each other, so beautiful! The whole picture is colorful and really interesting!

Unconsciously, I turned back to the foreign snack street, and it was already 1 point. We can really go shopping. There are more and more people here. I guess I'm back for lunch after shopping. I can't wait to walk there. Snack means to eat east and west and fill your stomach. I don't think so, but I still eat anything good.

This visit to the "foreign" temple fair is really rich and interesting. I feel that the day is full and full of joy! I like visiting temple fairs. At that time, I preferred visiting "foreign" temple fairs!

Sixth grade weekly diary

Wash my mother's feet for the first time

On Friday, Teacher Wang gave us an assignment-washing our mother's feet. I thought, "My mother used to wash my feet. I have never washed my mother's feet once. This time, I must do it well. "

On Saturday night, my mother was lying in bed reading a book with relish. I ran to the bathroom, picked up a pot of warm water, crept to my mother's door, gently pushed the door open and quietly put the pot behind the bed to keep up. I said, "Mom, I'll wash your feet." My mother's mouth suddenly turned into an "O" shape, and a few crow's feet were immediately squeezed out of her eyes. I took off my socks for my mother and put them on her feet. Our family lives in the school bungalow. One day, my mother and I were playing in the living room. Suddenly I smelled a burning smell of plastic, and my mother shouted badly. She rushed into the bedroom and saw the bedroom ceiling burning. It turned out that when the electric kettle was plugged in, the aging wires burned and burned to the ceiling. I saw the burning plastic dripping down and dripping on the mosquito net, and immediately a small hole appeared. My mother carried me to the ceiling. When I was a child, I was not sensible and cried and followed my mother's ass. My mother was afraid of burning plastic dripping on my face, so she pushed me with one hand and dragged the quilt out with the other. At this moment, a drop of plastic fell on my mother's foot. Later, with the help of neighbors, although the fire was put out, my mother's feet still left scars.

I put my mother's feet in the basin and rubbed them gently. My mother's feet are so beautiful and white. Suddenly, I touched my mother's heel, and it was too hard. It turned out to be a thick calluses. I grabbed them with my nails, and the calluses seemed to stick to me and did not move. I asked my mother, "Does it hurt?" My mother smiled and shook her head and said, "It doesn't hurt, it's very comfortable." My mother's feet are no longer delicate and weak. My mother is a teacher, and it took 15 years to practice this solid sole. I took out my towel and wiped my feet gently, and my mother's feet became rosy. My mother stroked my head and said, "My baby has grown up and is sensible."

Today, I finally understand its true meaning.

Selling newspapers

Today is Saturday. I got up early and made an appointment with my good friend to sell newspapers together.

Our goal today is the same, that is, to earn 10 yuan and donate it to our compatriots who are short of water in the west. When we came to the place where we wholesale newspapers, I bought 200 copies of Korla Evening News. The purchase price of Korla Evening News is 50 points and the purchase price is 60 points. After selling a Zhang Cai for 10 cents, I have to sell 65,438+000 pieces. My friend also bought a Bazhou radio and television newspaper for 55 cents.

We agreed to go our separate ways in the morning and meet at the gate of Tazhi in the afternoon.

Holding a newspaper, I first chose People's Square. When I came to People's Square, I saw many old people doing morning exercises. I have a crush on an old man who plays Tai Chi. I got up the courage to go over and asked in a low voice, Grandpa, do you want an evening paper, 60 cents? He shook his head and said that my house had been booked. Unexpectedly, "but he died before he could conquer, and the heroes cried on their coats."

At noon, I didn't sell any newspapers, so I had to change places. Then, I went to the east 1 community. Unexpectedly, as soon as I entered, a newsstand man came to arrest me and said that I was walking with a newspaper in my arms and had no purpose. Suddenly I saw a station, people were coming and going, and someone was sure to sell newspapers. I came to a bus stop and asked an uncle, and he said.

Then, I cried like my uncle said, and I shouted at the top of my lungs. Sure enough, I sold many newspapers.

But it didn't last long. Soon, I was thirsty and had no strength to sell newspapers. Although it is winter, I am sweating like a pig.

After a while, I had a little strength and didn't dare to scream like before. I can sell newspapers as long as I whisper.

How time flies! It's time for the afternoon rounds. There are few newspapers left in my hand. After counting, there are only over 30 newspapers left. I earned six dollars more. I sell water with extra money. This water feels special because I earned it myself.

Through today's activities, I realized the hard work, but the joy after work is beyond words!

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