My diary article 1 From the first day we sat at the same table, we drew the 38th parallel. He doesn't call it the 38th parallel, but the "boundary". There is a simple reason. People have national boundaries, so our name is the 38th parallel, and we can't highlight the seriousness of crossing the border. Just like national borders, there will be wars. But there is a gap in the border of the table, which is a pass when borrowing things. One day, when I was writing my homework with relish, he suddenly bumped into me, and a "long snake" appeared on my homework immediately. I suddenly flew into a rage, and he added, "You crossed the line!" It really adds fuel to the fire. I became more and more angry and patted him on the back. I saw his nose wrinkled, his eyes narrowed and his mouth cocked. I can see that he is in pain. When I was angry, I ignored him and let him hurt himself. Who let him have no brain?
From then on, the two of us seemed to be separated by an ice wall, and the relationship became more and more tense. We are always on tenterhooks in class, afraid of crossing the damn table boundary.
Then I accidentally broke the atmosphere.
Once, I didn't bring my stationery bag. Unfortunately, I just found it in class. I have no choice but to bite the bullet and borrow a pen from my "enemy". You can't ask me not to go to class! Hey! More and more arrogant. I'm so ungrateful. You know, in the next class, this young lady is going to hurt someone and rob her. I turned my head and ignored him. He found my facial features deformed and knew that he was in trouble. He quickly put the pen in front of me and bowed to me for mercy! I snorted and smiled. He smiled when he saw me, hee hee, revealing a flattering smirk. Whenever I borrow a pen from him in the future, he will put it in front of me without saying anything.
But I never thought that he, who hates me at ordinary times, would come to help me when I was in urgent need. I didn't expect that if I were you, I wouldn't borrow 110 thousand. In a word, my deskmate brought me joy, sadness and trouble.
The second article in my diary is "Father loves mountains, mother loves the sea." This sentence can be understood literally. Compared with broad maternal love, fatherly love is like a broad and lofty mountain.
My father is tall and thin, but he is such an ordinary man, but he has brought me infinite touch.
My father is thirty-six years old this year, but sometimes he is as humorous as his brother. Wherever he goes, he can attract many people to join him. Once they played a game of eating chicken and forming a team. They all have to join my father, and I am proud of them.
Although my father is tall and thin, he is very strong. Once, he took a lot of things, which were heavy, but he could carry them.
Relaxation but not indulgence is the way my father taught me. My father has given me deep love in my life. He is both my father and my friend, and I love my father.
The third article in my diary is about the campus scenery, which is not so good in others' eyes, but in my eyes, the campus scenery is the most beautiful.
My school is located at 228 Education Street. Stepping into the gate, four glittering Chinese characters, Huayan Primary School, appeared in front of us, embedded in dark red wall tiles.
When I walked into the campus, the first thing I saw was a beautiful little flower bed with many green chlorophytum and azaleas of various colors. Looking further inside, there are three exhibition boards, which record the styles of many teachers and classmates.
Walking into the playground, the most striking thing is the flag-raising platform. It seems that there are three "sentinels" standing on the national flag platform, and these three "sentinels" guard us day and night.
Looking further inside, it is a playground consisting of a football field, a basketball court and a volleyball court. Every year, the school invites some students from other schools to have a fierce ball game with our classmates. Every time there is a competition, the whole playground becomes an ocean of joy!
Ficus macrophylla in the northeast corner of the playground wears different "clothes" with the change of seasons. There are 8 ping-pong tables and a stage in the west of the playground. Every Children's Day, students will perform on stage!
To the north of the playground is a tall teaching building, which has a music room, a body room and other multi-functional rooms, as well as 27 classrooms. On the outer wall of each classroom, there is a classic exhibition column of Chinese studies, which is pasted with handwritten newspaper works carefully prepared by students.
This is my beautiful Xiao Hua, a lovely school, and I am proud of him, proud of him!
The fourth chapter of my diary: Some people have left, and I miss them. Some people have left, but I dare not think of them. ......
I remember when I was a child, I always ran to his bed in the morning, and my grandfather gave me fifty cents. I always said grandpa would sign it for me and we would see what was delicious outside. I always said that my grandfather gave me lucky money for a long time. I always said that my grandfather wanted to eat fried potatoes and barbecue. .......
Every time someone talks about his grandfather, I always talk about you, because only you are my grandfather, my grandfather. I always say that my grandfather cooks super delicious food. My grandfather is in good health. My grandfather is generous. My grandfather often buys things for us. My grandfather loses his teeth and spits. My grandfather loves cleanliness. My grandfather often jokes with his grandmother. My grandfather ....
I can't see you for the last time, and I can't see you for the last trip. I can only look at the WeChat videos and pictures they sent me, look at you and look at your final appearance. I used to be afraid to look at photos of people who have left, but now I'm not afraid. I can only look at photos over and over again. I'll be fine. I will take good care of my mother, and you will be fine. Bless grandma and her family.
I want to be your granddaughter in my next life. I won't go this far in my next life.
Chapter 5 of my diary I am very picky about food, but I can't eat anything my parents can eat. Grandma said it was difficult to wait on me.
For example, I ate beef the day before, and after a day, I would say, "I don't want to eat beef." This sentence, this is my picky eater, and I don't want to eat it again after eating it several times. When I meet delicious dishes, I only eat them for a few days, and only some dishes will stay in my diet for a long time. For example, sweet and sour pork ribs, shredded potatoes and shredded green peppers are all my dishes, but unfortunately they are not on the table, so I am so picky about food. Not only that, there is another reason for being picky about food, of course, the food is not delicious.
At the dinner table, my mother always said, "This dish is really delicious. Give it a try. " Or "This dish is very nutritious. Give it a try. " Inside. After I ate it, I didn't throw up in the trash can, which means "this is tasteless." After that, I usually don't eat what adults like. I only eat delicious food. I am like a professional food evaluation machine. If it is not good, I will give up. If it's delicious, I'll put it in the recipe. Therefore, I am still a small man, short, as thin as a stick, with no strength. How can you be picky when you don't eat? Although I am thin, I am just a picky eater. Sometimes you don't even eat. Look at me. I am as thin as a stick. I won't be picky about food in the future. If I am picky about food again, I will be as thin as a chopstick. It's time to get rid of this bad habit.
I am a picky eater, a thin, weak and short boy.
The sixth article in my diary is "the spirit of heaven!" Grinch Come on, old man! Give me a six! Please, whoops! " I pray.
This afternoon, Li Sheng, Chen Shijie and I played flying chess together. Chess after the game is simply insulting me! At first, I was the third to come out. At first, there was no war between the four of us until ... Shi Chenjie said excitedly, "It can't be three, it can't be three!" I turned the dice, "damn it! How lucky! It is three! " I said with a wry smile, "Chen Shijie, go home! Haha! " Then Wang Qi said, "Fang Zhenyu, Chen Shijie and I are family. See how I avenge Chen Shijie! Wait! " Then he caught up with me and was about to eat me. "ah! No! " I'm sorry, but there's another one. Wang Qi proudly said, "Chen Shijie, I have avenged you!" "No way! I want to find someone, too. I said to Li Sheng, "Let's form an alliance!" Li Sheng smiled somberly. ...
"Zhen-yu fang! Go to hell! " Ah! Shi came to get revenge on me. "ah!" I went home again, and I haven't voted for six since then, insulting me! This is not the most painful, heartache is behind! I want to cry when I think about it Wang Qi ... Wang Qi ... Wang Qi ... He threw five sixes, and my browser crashed at lunch. Oh, my God! Five, five, five sixes! If only I could have it!
When I voted six, I really went home and class was over. Oh, my God!
Can you still play this game happily?
In the seventh chapter of my diary, I saw Leslie Cheung's enchanting voice and superb acting skills in Farewell My Concubine, and his voice rang in my mind instantly. "I am me, a different color fireworks.
With such beautiful lyrics and melodious melody, Leslie Cheung is a genius. Through this lyric, I can feel Leslie Cheung's demand and confidence for himself. So confident, what was going on in his mind when he jumped on the balcony? Is it because he is confident that he is a fireworks with a different color, so he can't tolerate his aging flaws and wants to leave the most beautiful moments and pictures like fireworks?
My preference for fireworks is not as deep as that of Leslie Cheung. In Orange Island, you can see gorgeous fireworks of different colors and shapes every week. I can see the audience with happy and yearning expressions at the moment when the fireworks bloom. Leslie Cheung is a firework, which has attracted the attention and envy of countless people. At the moment he fell, he felt sorry and distressed. Leslie Cheung is the most unique of all fireworks, with different colors. He makes people want to remember, look up and stay.
If someone else rashly says "I am me, a fireworks with different colors", it will probably be questioned by many people. But Leslie Cheung is different. He is a fireworks with different colors. No one doubts this. Until the end, he verified this sentence with his life and fixed the most beautiful picture.
My diary 8 I swam many mountains and crossed many rivers. The river flows like a boiling hot pot. I want to iron a spoonful of shrimp and feed my empty stomach for a long time.
Every holiday, I ask my mother to sign me up for a tour group. I go everywhere, and it seems that there is no point anywhere. People say, go where you want to go, I really don't want to go.
Going to some places too early also has side effects. For example, now I like to stay at home. Mourning and despair. Later, my girlfriend occasionally asked me for a walk. Girlfriend loves sports and is a schoolmaster. During the chat, my girlfriend sighed again and again, saying that I want to exercise more and so on. At that time, I promised again and again, came home, and faced my comfortable bed, I still played a very loving role. At this point in cool thin, only the bed is warm for me.
Even if you go out, you have to eat, and even dreaming is related to eating. One day, I had a dream that I jumped into a boiling copper pot, in which there were beef rolls, cuttlefish balls, beef venetian blinds, thousand knots, tofu, duck intestines, Yan jiaozi, lunch meat and Flammulina velutipes. My brave bluff only appeared in my dreams.
My best friend, who is good at interpreting dreams, told me that this is because I have expectations in my heart and I am at a loss. My best friend also asked her if anything had happened recently. What will happen? I smiled.
I live a quiet life, and my grades are not top-notch, but stable. The beef balls in the supermarket downstairs have come in again, and they feel soft to eat. I couldn't control my hands and poured out all the change on the pig.
The ninth article in my diary passed a week ... my brother came back from school. Although he only stayed at home for a day and a half, he made me very angry. Why am I angry? Let's listen to it.
Today is Saturday. My brother/kloc-came back at 0: 00. In the morning, I finished my homework given by my mother, so I went to play computer ... When I was watching TV, the doorbell rang "Ding Rinrin" and "Ding Rinrin". It turns out that my brother has come back. I saw him carrying a big bag in his hand. My brother said, "Take it quickly." I had to drag the heavy bag slowly. My brother said again, "When will this be delayed?" . And it will be dragged down. "So, I put down my bag and left.
Before coming to the computer, my brother said, "get out of the way, it's my turn to play." I said, "I haven't played it yet." "You haven't played computer for a week?" I said, "I don't have time to play." Just as my brother and I were robbing the computer, grandma came over and said, "Your brother comes back once a week, so let him have it." I am very unhappy, so I have to sit on the sofa and watch TV. After a while, he found the computer boring, so he went online to watch TV. A minute has passed, and it's time for him to play computer games. I said to him, "You should give up, right?" He said, "Wait a minute, wait a minute, it's almost ready." I said, "All right, all right." After a while, halfway through the time, I said, "Stand aside." He said, "Don't bother."
I really suffered a lot this weekend.
My diary article 10 may be angry from embarrassment. When my brother begged me, he chose not the secret parents, but the reality that I repeatedly skipped classes for various reasons and methods-"touch!" Closing the door loudly is my way to avoid this moment.
Lock yourself in the room, so you don't have to bear the messy eyes of despair and sadness projected on me by my parents! Surprisingly, my parents were not angry. What I saw through the door was their tearful eyes. Just across a door, it makes me feel so far away from this home that I can't reach it even if I reach out.
Often through my father's work address, what I see is either his attitude of enduring the boss's scolding, or his bow and scrape with that self-righteous customer, which is sour! It turned out that this attitude made our prosperous times and high private schools burn up. ...
The story of Lai Shixiong has been told by my parents many times. Although I always show impatience, I really listen! Growing up, my brother was quiet, and a book could accompany him all afternoon, while I played like a wild child every day, as if I never met my parents' expectations.
When I am tired, I turn off the lights. Actually, I didn't sleep. Considering the recent attack, I feel a little helpless. I feel that all the articles are typed on my blog and should never be seen, just like my thoughts are hidden in my heart and not found.
My diary article 1 1 I am a seemingly smart girl, but I am extremely stupid when I do things. I always can't think of a good solution to the problem. Alas, I don't even know what to do with my brain.
In my long memory, there is one thing I will never forget. This day after school, I was just about to go home when it began to rain in Mao Mao. I thought: The rain is not too heavy, so hurry home. Just halfway through, it suddenly rained heavily, and I felt panic at this moment. I hid under the eaves, and I was in a hurry. I thought, "What can I do? Why don't I call the mother of a nearby supermarket? " But my mother is on a business trip. What can I do? So I had to carry my schoolbag and run home quickly. When I got home, I found that I didn't bring my key, so I had to wait at the door for my father to come home from work.
Six o'clock, seven o'clock, eight o'clock ... minutes passed, and finally my father came back, saw me squatting at the door, and asked me with wide eyes, "Why are you squatting at the door?" I said with a full face of grievances, "I forgot my key, and my mother is on a business trip again." "So you don't even call my neighbor?" Dad was stunned by my stupidity, and then I remembered my neighbor. Oh, I'm so stupid.
Every time I see the picture in the rain in the book, I can't help but think of that stupid thing, which I can't forget for a long time.
My diary article 12 We are in adolescence and are going through a spiritual test. This so-called test is what we call trouble! In fact, troubles have never left us, so let's start with daily chores, such as: I didn't finish my homework yesterday, and the first class was that subject. What should I do? One of its troubles; I am not interested in what I have eaten. What should I eat? The second worry; People say that the clothes you are wearing are not good-looking, and this dress is just your favorite. Wear it or not? It has three troubles; You can't do anything about someone you hate. How to face it? The fourth worry ... and what I am most worried about is an encounter on the Internet.
Once I opened a voice on the Internet, and the other party said something against me. I thought it wouldn't be my friend. Can prove to be my friend, which makes me have to believe and be angry. Oh, I hate it when I think about it!
The next day, I saw it and scolded him angrily. My classmates say I'm amazing. But who knows how much he went too far. I think, if I put up with it this time, he will definitely get worse next time, and I will not spare him! You know how powerful I am! It doesn't seem appropriate to solve the problem in such an extreme way as quarreling, which is the result of personality and can't be helped!
Oh, really! Even playing is irritating. Quote a classmate's sentence: this day by day, really annoying!
My diary 13 heard a depressing news on the radio this morning: He Xue and I made up a group match in the spring sports meeting of the Asian Games. Although He Xue is not tall and doesn't like to talk, he runs faster than a rabbit and is recognized as a scud in our whole grade. With her here, I am doomed to "leave Sun Shan".
"Run!" The PE teacher gave the order succinctly and forcefully. However, a "miracle" appeared, and He Xue fell behind me before running a third of the way ... It turned out that we had an appointment to buy coal for Grandpa Liu at noon on the 5th of every month, and it had been four months. Today, I completely forgot. "He Xue! You silly rabbit, can you help people buy briquettes before the game? "
"come on Add-oil! " Students on both sides of the runway shouted slogans rhythmically.
Grandpa Liu, whose children work in other places, lives on the sixth floor, with 58 classes in all. For several months, at noon on the 5th of every month, we all climbed up with honeycomb briquet, so tired that our heads were steaming. At noon today, how many times will He Xue move this 140 piece of honeycomb coal? This was our job! The loudspeaker in the center of the playground is calling my name again, asking me to go to the podium to receive the prize. But teachers and classmates didn't know that I had sneaked back to the empty classroom and wrote this diary with tears in my eyes.
I have many kinds of diary articles 14, such as: naughty me, lazy me, but what I wrote today lied to me.
Yesterday afternoon, I was bored in the shop, so my mother and I made a deal. Go home in the afternoon and clean up at home. If the house is clean, take me out to eat delicious food at night. I promised, although I said so, but I was depressed and unconvinced, hum! Let me go home and clean? How can I have the strength to clean the house? Besides, it's been a hard afternoon, just get a meal! I won't do it! Hum! On the surface, I was thinking silently about how to deal with my mother. Right, I yawned, hee hee. Really don't have the strength to cheat! Hee hee hee hee!
I felt very sleepy, so I leaned back in the armchair in the shop and cocked my head. I didn't expect to fall asleep soon until I was unconscious. When I woke up, it was already past 3 pm, haha! My mother shouldn't ask me to go home and clean up at this time, should she? Ha ha ha ha ha! Unexpectedly, I am so smart! I read books and play games in the shop. It's almost 5 o'clock, so it's time to get off work.
My mother took me to eat delicious food at night, but I didn't do anything! Mom called me a liar! Hee hee!
My diary article 15 I am a greedy child with a chubby face, watery eyes, a flat head, a greedy mouth and a handsome face. I feel extremely proud! But I am greedy.
I remember once, my mother bought a big bag of snacks, which made my mouth water and my heart be elated. I can't wait to eat them all. But mom said, "Don't get me wrong, otherwise, you know." As soon as the voice fell, I was shocked and thought: Why don't I wait for my mother to go out to buy food and secretly eat snacks! The next day, my mother really went out. I quickly took out the potato chips, opened the packaging bag, turned on the TV, crossed my legs and sat on the sofa to enjoy myself. After a while, my mother's crying came from downstairs, and I quickly hid the potato chips under the sofa. I'll get the door right away. Knocked on the door. I flew to the door and opened it. My mother came in, picked up the wallet on the coffee table, turned around and left again. I was so scared that I peed. I didn't feel relieved until my mother left. I sat on the sofa and ate my favorite potato chips again. I finally ate a big bag. At this time, my mother really came back. When she saw me like this, she quickly opened her mouth and gave me a good lecture. But after the training, I'm still not depressed. I think it is one of my characteristics to stop this kind of behavior. However, I will try to steal as little food as possible. This is me, a unique me!
My diary article 16 Today is Saturday. I'm going to eat. Dad drives a sports car, mom goes to work, and I am sent to dinner.
1 1 around, my uncle came to take me to dinner and stopped near the Yellow River Bridge. He called me down, turned around and told an adult who had just arrived. Although I don't know his name, from his appearance, he is my uncle's friend. After a while, the man took me to a place. When I went in, I saw many people. I can distinguish them at a glance, including: mother-in-law, sister, brother and so on. Their enthusiasm is beyond my endurance. At about 12, we went to a restaurant for dinner, and after ordering, we went to a table for dinner. My sister and brother are really naughty, dragging and playing, which makes me extremely upset. ......
My sister and others are in the back. You can say that I am unlucky, and I am unlucky in the back. My sister and brother are throwing stones into the river. I threw a few pieces below, and my brother threw them at my head. The stone was so heavy that I cried. What's the use of saying sorry? He also argued that I had dressed. Later, I returned to the restaurant in pain and thought, count me out of luck!
You said I was not unlucky!
My diary article 17 I am a girl who loves to laugh. My mother told me that girls who love to laugh are never unlucky.
When I landed, I cried from the first sound, welcoming my parents' smiles and bringing a lot of good luck to my family. But I have worked with my parents since I was a child, and I am gradually afraid of separation and loneliness that isolates me from the outside world.
I returned to my hometown and ushered in a new beginning from here.
I just arrived in my new class, but I was not welcomed by them in a friendly way. Instead, I got endless loneliness. After class, the students discuss this topic in twos and threes and play with each other. But I sat alone in my seat, pretending to be reading extracurricular books, but my heart was not on it. The outside is full of great temptations for me, which I yearn for.
When I finally had the courage to talk to them, all I got was their disgust and bullying.
When I was verbally attacked by others, I finally didn't have a friend to comfort me. I miss the past, the heartfelt comfort of my friends when I cried, and the smiles shared by my friends when I was punished by my teacher.
I once saw a passage on my mobile phone: When you are alone in the world, the dead silence will make everything worthless, but how long can you live?
I am cheerful, but lonely. I want to laugh again and be carefree again.
My Diary 18 Yesterday, we learned the lesson of Lu Yu and Tea Classic, and learned that Lu Yu was able to write Tea Classic because of one of his ideals. Then our teacher asked us a very philosophical question: Who am I? Let's write a paragraph, and then we began a long meditation-who am I?
Suddenly the teacher's words spread from my ears to my brain. "What is your ideal and what do you want to be when you grow up? This can be your answer. " After listening to the teacher's words, I was not suddenly enlightened, but even more confused. I said to myself: The answer is my ideal? But what is my ideal? Hehe, I don't want to if I can't think of it. Finally, I wrote these in my notebook: Who am I? Confused? Who the hell am I? Hehe, who wants to think about it? I am who I am, and I will be when I grow up. I am who I am, forever.
Soon the fourth class began. I heard that my classmate's dream is not to become a scientist, The writer is the athlete .............................................................................................................................................................. I stood up, secretly cleared my throat and began to read, "Who am I? Confused? Who the hell am I? Hehe, who wants to think about it? I am me, I am myself when I grow up, and I am me forever. " I slowly read the "ideal" I wrote in my notebook. After a while, some laughter in my imagination didn't come, only the warm palm came. Yes, only applause. I smiled gently and sat down.
I am who I am, now and always.