My diary

The day is coming to an end. What's your summary? Why not keep a diary now? Before you write, you should consider the content and structure! The following are 10 articles in my carefully organized diary. Welcome to reading. I hope you will like them.

My diary article 1 I can't remember when I started writing a diary, probably a long time ago, or after I grew up. Diary has always been my most loyal friend, and I can't imagine how I would live without it.

I think, I am a very lonely person, and no matter how good my parents are, they will never understand me, because we live in different times and have different experiences, and this generation gap may never be bridged. Sometimes I am used to hiding in the bedroom and crying when I meet any grievances. However, I have to smile in front of my parents, and that kind of hypocritical smile makes me hate it. Those days were really hard. Since you can't say it, write it down. Write all your troubles, depression and unhappiness in your diary as a decompression for your overwhelmed heart. Diary is really a different world, where no one will bother you whether you cry or laugh, and you can pour out everything you dare not say on weekdays. I don't think I can have that kind of hearty feeling except writing a diary.

Diary is also a photo album, which can collect all the bits and pieces of life for your aftertaste. This matter, you may not understand this sentence now, it doesn't matter, write it in your diary, and over time, read it again and you will be suddenly enlightened. If one day you are tired and look through your previous diaries, you will find that you are innocent and lovely, and you will find that you have not wasted these days, and you have lived a full and comfortable life every day.

Keeping a diary can improve the writing level invisibly. But I think this purpose is too formal. Diary should be a completely relaxing corner, a world where the soul can sing. Isn't it too tiring to write the date and think of good words and sentences at the same time? It is understandable to want to improve your writing style, but if you cram some gorgeous words into your diary for this reason, it is not your original self. Write down what you think, whether it's plain as boiled water or gorgeous as fireworks, it's the truest portrayal of your heart.

If keeping a diary is an escape from reality, I think it makes sense. At least the self in the diary is the truest self, and the world in the diary is the simplest, but no one can live in the diary forever. We must learn to face all storms. In this case, just hide in your diary for the time being. Maybe hiding for the time being will make people more brave to challenge the difficulties.

If one day, you are too tired to talk, keep a diary. At least the diary will never betray you, betray you. It will always be behind you, holding up a clear sky for you.

The second article in my diary, "Quack, quack, quack ..." On the day of 20xx65438+10/8, a clever and lovely little boy came into this world, and that was me-Chen Yuming.

1 year-old began to learn to walk and talk. Every time my mother holds my waist in her hands and walks out step by step. Day by day, I can finally walk by myself! Dad usually teaches me the most basic language: "Yu Ming, call dad!" " "As the days passed, my language became richer and richer, and my speech became more and more fluent.

When I was 4 years old, I began to learn roller skating. At first, I slipped carefully for fear of falling down. I think everyone else is so good, I will work hard, and I must become a roller skater. Dad always encourages me to say, "Don't be discouraged in anything, come on!" " "I finally learned to skate and skate as fast as a gust of wind.

It is much more difficult to learn skateboarding when I was 6 years old than roller skating, but I don't think I need to be afraid, because as long as I have perseverance, I can succeed. This is what the teacher told us! Every time I skate by myself, sometimes I fall down before I stand firm. Although it hurts, I have learned superb skills and I am very proud!

Now I am 9 years old, I can help others, do housework for my parents and care about national affairs ... Now I am more and more sensible and mature!

I will grow up and have more growth diaries. Let's look forward to it!

The third article in my diary is sunny on Saturday, April 25th, 20xx

Like most students in the morning, I am lazy in bed and refuse to get up. Even if they are hungry, they are still stubborn, as if to prove that it is a rest day. Our day begins at 12 o'clock, and the weekend is the day when we stay in bed. We have lunch for breakfast and sometimes dinner for dinner. Some students order food directly online and deliver it to their homes. One day is facing our ignorance of sleeping day and night. Occasionally wake up, the first thing must be the mobile phone. Being locked in a small space for a long time has a strong sense of self, which is a disguised distortion of one's heart and easy to be dry and irritable. After a long period of depression, a person's temper becomes capricious.

Please forgive my willfulness, laziness makes me unable to control myself and feel like a different person. I should sweat well, let my blood boil and dispel the inexplicable haze inside.

Please forgive my willfulness. Advice and encouragement always end hastily when I am impatient and have a bad tone. I felt my mother's concern, and I put up with it, but I still overestimated myself. I wanted to take it back, only to find that it was just my wishful thinking. My mother heard this and felt that something was wrong with me. My heart should be sour! Change the subject, reconcile the atmosphere, and finally end happily.

Please forgive my willfulness. When you are ready to run down the stairs, think quietly. My heart is sour and I feel as if I have been wronged. Tears began to swirl in my eyes, because my bad temper had wronged my mother, but my mother didn't complain, just asked me how I was recently and how was my health. Isn't this supposed to be children greeting their parents? I care too little about my parents, which makes my mother feel that the distance between my daughter and them seems to be getting farther and farther, but I am not doing well enough. I remember when I came to school, my mother said, remember to contact us often, because it's far away and there are few calls. I feel like I don't have a daughter. If anything happens in the future, let us know. Although we don't know much about something, people will feel more lonely as they get older. Although we haven't arrived at that time, we have always wanted to know more. I often think of what my mother said to me. Sometimes, some interesting things happen at school and where I go to play. I will also think of my parents for the first time and tell them what I did this day. I am trying to change myself. This may take a long time.

Please forgive my willfulness, because I think too much and ignore your feelings. You don't want much, even a little greeting, but I'm always looking for the same topic between us. I willfully think that there is a gap between us and a generation gap, which is actually just my self-isolation. I don't want to tell you what I think. I'm afraid of your endless nagging and your interference. I was wrong. I was all wet. No matter how intimate, there is no communication, no heart-to-heart, just the most familiar stranger.

Mom and Dad, I still love you. Love needs to be done in action. Love needs to be said out loud. Love needs us to tolerate each other. I'm still learning how to be a better daughter and give you a big hug when I get home.

Article 4 in my diary is "Quack, quack, quack ..." On the day of 20xx65438+1October 18, a clever and lovely little boy came into this world, and that was himself-Chen Yuming.

/kloc-at the age of 0, he began to teach himself to walk and talk. Every time my mother holds her waist in her hands and walks out step by step. Day by day, I can finally walk by myself! Dad usually teaches himself the most basic language: "Yu Ming, call dad!" "As the days passed, my language became richer and more fluent.

When I was 4 years old, I began to learn roller skating. At first, I slipped carefully for fear of falling down. I think everyone else is so good. I have to work hard and I must become a roller skater. Dad always encourages himself to say, "Don't be discouraged in anything, come on!" " I finally learned to skate, and I skate very fast.

It's much more difficult to learn skateboarding at the age of 6 than roller skating. But I don't think I need to be afraid, because as long as I have perseverance, I can succeed. This is what the teacher told us! Every time I skate by myself, sometimes I fall before I stand firm. Although it hurts, I have learned superb skills and I am very proud!

Now I am 9 years old, I can help others, do housework for my parents and care about national affairs ... Now I am more and more sensible and mature!

I will grow up and have more growth diaries. Let's look forward to it!

My diary article 5 My good friend's name is Liu Zihan. She has short hair and small and charming eyes. She always has many ideas. When we are together, something interesting always happens.

Once, our little goldfish died, and Liu Zihan suggested, "Let's hold a funeral for the little goldfish together!" ! "I said," good! "Then, we put the little goldfish in a small cardboard box, took it and took a small shovel, and came to the lawn downstairs. We dug a hole first, then put a small cardboard box with small goldfish in it, then buried the soil and piled a small grave. Then, Liu Zihan found a crystal stone from the lawn and said, "We use this stone as a tombstone. "I thought it was a good idea, so I put it in the grave and made a small tombstone for the little goldfish. At this time, I also thought of a good idea We went to the bottom of the slope to pick up some fallen winter jasmine, and then went back and spread it around the grave. It's perfect. Finally, we stood up and bowed.

We finally breathed a sigh of relief by arranging the funeral of the little goldfish! My good friend Liu Zihan smiled with satisfaction, his eyes narrowed into a line. This is my good friend. Isn't she interesting?

The sixth tear in my diary always locks us in a closed space. This space is black, opaque and a swamp. If you don't find a way out as soon as possible, you will get deeper and deeper. But outsiders can never open it. The only thing that matters is yourself.

Only when you untie the knot can you unlock the invisible lock and free you from that space. When you go out, you understand that the space is locked by yourself, and the exit of the space can be opened only by a key called "release". When you go out of space and face the outside world for the first time, you will see a piece of paper under your feet. The newspaper said, "Grow up again ..."

When we walked through the carnival, laughter turned into our coats, turned us into the color of a smile, and turned us into that fiery red color. But who would have thought that this kind of fiery red also has the ability to make people black and blue. Always restrain yourself when you laugh, because the little devil hidden in your smile is always looking for your gap and giving you a fatal blow. That little devil is so invisible that it is difficult for you to find him. But if you have seen his power, you can find him. Whenever you find him and stop, he will come to you reluctantly and hand you a small card that says, "traces of growth ..."

When we walk through loneliness, a vicissitudes of life will ring in our ears. The song is both hard and soft, so cruel that people can't help crying; The song is gentle and crazy. Sadness is getting deeper and deeper, engraved in the deepest part of my heart. No one can stop her from singing that song, only make her disappear. After disappearing, what slowly emerged in my heart was growing music. ...

Chapter 7 of my diary We went to Anji at the weekend. There is a river in the hotel, where we can go boating. I decided to go boating with my father.

At first, because we didn't know how to row a boat, our boat swayed. I rowed and rowed, but the boat still tilted and my hands were foaming. I scratched on a willow tree unconsciously, and my hand was hurt by willow branches. When I was still bored with my hand pain, I suddenly found the boat rowing by itself. It turned out that the security guard saw that we couldn't row, so he rowed to pull our bamboo raft. I feel scared because the boat is full of water. When I landed, I didn't even know how I felt now. I decided to paddle a few more times and learn.

The next day, I rowed a small bamboo raft with my mother and Lele. I have learned the lesson from yesterday, so I joined forces with Lele's father and the bamboo raft was leveled. Suddenly a frog jumped up, so I pushed the frog into the water with my hand. I arrived on time this time because I cooperated with Lele's father.

I am so happy today that I finally learned to row.

Article 8 of my diary: Everyone has a heart, and most of it is kind. When others are in trouble, we should give a little love, which may save a life and help others.

It will be cloudy on Monday in May 12.

Today, I ended the day as usual. When I got home, my mother told me an important event-"Sichuan earthquake". Later, my mother opened the webpage, and a string of characters were printed in my mind: May 6, Beijing time 12, 14: 28, north latitude 3 1 east longitude 103.4, and a magnitude of 7.8 occurred in Wenchuan, Sichuan. These words made me deeply understand. My mother told me:1976 In the early morning of July 28th, 242,769 people were killed in Tangshan, Hebei Province. I think: How many lives will this great earthquake in Sichuan Province and Wenchuan County leave to the world 32 years later? We don't know yet.

Monday, May 19 will be fine.

Soon after the earthquake, the news spread all over China, and everyone was shocked. From that moment on, the situation in the disaster area has always touched everyone's heart in China. After all, we are all from China. We have the same blood, we are brothers, we are sisters, we are a family! So people all over the country donated money. Our school also donated money, and I donated 200 yuan. There is also a ceremony today, that is, after all the national flags are raised, the flag will be lowered at half mast, the whole country will stand at 2: 30, and all vehicles will whistle. I clearly remember all the car horns. When the car horn sounded, it was like a person crying, and suddenly it felt terrible. After the silence, I saw almost all my classmates crying. At this moment, I want to shout: Come on, China! Come on in Sichuan!

The weather will be fine on Friday, August 8.

Today is a day worthy of national celebration-the 29th Summer Olympic Games opened in Beijing. When celebrating, we can't forget the Sichuan people living in the rescue shed. I have been thinking: can Sichuanese see the opening of the Olympic Games? Can you see that the hearts of the people of the whole country are closely connected with them? I can see ... I want to say to them: you must hold on and rebuild your beautiful home in the future.

June 10 Saturday cloudy

In the news these days, I saw many caring people go to the community to donate winter clothes and donations. I remember there are some winter clothes in my closet. I sorted them out and donated them to the community. By the way, I donated 100 (my pocket money). My uncles and aunts there praised me for being sensible. I'm so happy. I want to appeal to caring people all over the country to donate more clothes to the people in the disaster area.

Disasters are always inevitable, but what is more important is the attitude towards disasters. If one side is in trouble, all sides will support it. We can't reach the front line of earthquake relief, but we should try our best to do something for the disaster area and give our love. No matter how heavy it rains, people's love will never go out. This scene truly embodies "a friend in need is a friend indeed".

Disaster is merciless. We can't stop disasters, but we can overcome them with love.

Article 9 of my diary People always fantasize that in a corner of a city in the future, in a blink of an eye, they will meet the dreamer with low eyebrows, get to know each other again in the lush season, and then walk across a beautiful and innocent Ai Lian Bridge to know each other for life.

When the weather is clear, the most beautiful thing is the morning light in the morning sun, and the most gorgeous thing is the sunset glow in the evening. When the heart is clear, the most beautiful thing is the initial heart at the beginning, and the most beautiful thing is the back at the end. There is always a lack of romance in the middle-I ignored it. The world in my eyes is very simple, without a warm tone-I don't know who to trust.

People will meet about 30 million of you in their life, so the meeting between you and me is like a glimpse in the vast sea of people, moved by panic. But it's fleeting ...

A person's journey, through every pass, will always receive an unknown road ahead, and then have infinite reverie-just like every time you and I meet and know each other, we will always look forward to the future, comfort ourselves with yesterday's prayers, and write down yesterday with today's confusion ... So I hope there will be a beautiful encounter in the next sunny afternoon-at this time, you don't say anything, I don't say anything, quietly.

I often think that when I walk through a crowd of 30 million people, my heart is shaking (-... I can't help feeling cold at the back of my neck, as if 30 million eyes had pierced my whole body ...), so at this moment, my gift to time is that in our long life, we had a brief and beautiful intersection. No one can tell the future clearly, and no one can write it through. Time tells me that the present is worth cherishing more than the future and yesterday-well, fortunately, I have met many of you in this world, and time has taught me that even if we meet again, we will know how to cherish the present.

Ruthless, so time comes first. ...

My diary article 10 My uncle is almost sixty years old this year, and he is still cheerful all day. He has a close relationship with me. I gave him a nickname: "Uncle Old Naughty Boy".

Although my uncle is an old urchin, he is still a versatile old urchin. He has many talents! For example, I am proficient in chess, calligraphy, accordion, roller skating and swimming. What he is best at is playing the accordion. He not only likes it very much, but also often teaches me.

Although my uncle is usually in a good mood, he can be strict with me when I learn the piano. I remember once, I played a song for a long time, but only one place was always out of place. He said angrily, "after practicing for so long, the technique is still wrong!" " "So he patiently taught me to practice over and over again. I don't know how many times, and I finally learned it. He finally smiled. Although he is strict with me, I know he loves me the most.

In some ways, my uncle loves me more than my parents. Once I went to the kindergarten for a physical examination and found that my eyesight was not good, so he took me to the doctor for examination. The result is still the same. This time, my uncle was anxious. In the dog days, I rode my bike to seek medical advice everywhere. Finally, I found a vision recovery and rehabilitation center near our school to treat me. But the cost of treatment was too high, so he secretly learned some ways to go home and treat me, day after day, year after year; It has been more than three years since the cold came and the summer went, and my eyesight has gradually recovered. ...

Look, this is my uncle, my favorite uncle all the time!