Seventh Grade Weekly Diary

Time flies so fast, and one week has passed. The experience of a week can enhance our experience. It is time to take a careful weekly diary. So how should we write weekly diaries? The following are 5 weekly diaries of seventh grade that I collected and organized. You are welcome to share them. Seventh Grade Weekly Diary Chapter 1

Since I was a child, my mother has let me participate in extracurricular activities, so that I can exercise myself and improve my abilities. Therefore, I like to participate in various activities.

I didn’t like these activities at first. I thought other students could go out to play after class, but I still had to participate in this activity and that kind of activity. Slowly, as I grow older, I will slowly be able to realize the growth that every activity brings to me. Every experience makes me understand a lot of truths and gain a lot of knowledge or friends. This summer I will go to a summer camp independently.

I remember, my mother sent my luggage to the train station, and not only told me, "Don't run around when you go out, it's better to be a tour guide; it's hot over there, so drink more water..." My mother was very worried. He handed me over to the tour guide and reluctantly left the train station. My mother left, and I didn’t miss her at all. On the contrary, I was very happy because I could finally play freely for more than ten days. After getting on the train, I met the 6 members of our group and we all had a great time chatting. Because we got on the train at night, the lights turned out quickly. It was probably because it was our first time to be discharged from the hospital alone. We were all so excited that we couldn't sleep. We lit up the flashlight and ate instant noodles to satisfy our food and clothing needs. Being playful, we decided to play cards. We kept having a row until after two o'clock that night.

Finally after two days on the train, we arrived in Shanghai, which we had been waiting for for a long time. Once we arrived in Shanghai, we felt like we were enveloped in steam. But as soon as we came to the Bund, we didn’t feel hot anymore. When we saw the towering Oriental Pearl Tower and Jin Mao Tower, I secretly said to myself: I must study hard when I go back. The outside world is very exciting. In the future, I will not only travel Traveling across China and appreciating China’s great rivers and mountains, I also want to leave my footprints in every corner of the world.

We also went to the Shanghai Science and Technology Museum. In the "Simulated Nature", we saw where the animals gathered, some flying in the sky and some walking on the ground. They were all reminding humans, We must protect nature and small animals. Of course, we also experienced the cutting-edge technology in the science and technology museum. When we arrived at the robot interactive exhibition hall, we were all very curious. I also competed with the robot - playing backgammon with the robot, but unfortunately I lost. We also heard the beautiful piano sounds of the robots and watched their cute dances.

In the next few days, we went to Suzhou, Wuxi, Nanjing, and Hangzhou. At Hanshan Temple in Suzhou, I truly experienced the artistic conception of the poem "Night Mooring at Maple Bridge" written by the Tang poet Zhang Ji when he was passing by Maple Bridge. It is peaceful and distant, which makes people have endless aftertaste. In Hangzhou, we walked on the Sudi and came to the West Lake, which is "compared to the West Lake". When we went there at 6 o'clock in the morning, I heard that that is the most beautiful time of the West Lake. A thin mist enveloped the place, as if it were sleeping. beauty.

In fact, my participation in this summer camp not only enjoyed the beautiful scenery, but more importantly, it taught me that when you are outside, you not only have to take care of yourself, but also learn to communicate and learn to How to get along with others. Seventh Grade Weekly Diary Chapter 2

The autumn wind was bleak, rolling up the fallen leaves all over the ground, giving me an extremely desolate feeling.

Unconsciously kicking the stones on the road, Si Xu was still in shock when she saw the score in the afternoon. The bright red score deeply hurt my eyes.

I have asked myself more than once; where is the problem? I obviously studied very hard and answered the questions seriously, but why...

This pitiful score made me fall into infinite despair, which I couldn't bear to look at. I feel like I'm terrible at this moment, but I don't know how to change the situation.

The falling leaves on the trees are like flying dead leaf butterflies, which reminds me of the life of a butterfly. It was not a butterfly at first, but through its own efforts, it finally emerged from its cocoon and became a butterfly after surviving this period of darkness and pain. Transform from a caterpillar that everyone hates to a gorgeous butterfly that everyone loves. It strives to do its best.

A small caterpillar can work hard to transform, let alone us humans who are countless times larger than it. What reason do I have for not being the best version of myself?

After I got home, I carefully corrected the paper, found out my shortcomings, and worked hard to change them. After another half month of struggle, I ushered in another monthly exam.

I know that all my efforts in the past half month will be revealed after this monthly exam. At the moment when I was getting my report card, I smiled and looked out the window, as if I saw butterflies dancing.

At this moment, I am the best version of myself. Seventh Grade Weekly Diary Chapter 3

I will graduate tomorrow. I am very excited, but also feel inexplicably sad. At night, I tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep. I turned around. Turning his head lightly. Looking at the moon in the sky, scenes from the past are projected onto the big screen in my mind like a slideshow.

I think back when I first came to this school, everything here felt strange. At that time, I was very low, maybe considered the "top person" in the class. I still remember that on the first day of school, I arrived later than anyone else (I had an operation). When I first arrived, I was extremely excited. The flowers and plants in the school are all beautiful. Butterflies were flying on the lawn, and bees were gently sucking the sweetness of the flowers; there were also several notice boards erected on the lawn, which were very friendly. The sight before me made me very happy. When I walked to the corridor, I found that my classmates were taking music classes, so I opened the door. "Report!" "Please come in." The moment I stepped into the classroom, the students were looking at me curiously, and some even whispered. "Where are you from?" "I'm from Yijiazhuang." After a brief self-introduction, I returned to my seat and started a new journey.

At school, my classmates and I lived together, laughed together, and were carefree. After class, we ran in groups to get food. After dinner, we play table tennis, morning or evening. I still remember that on Teacher’s Day, several others and I performed a sketch and a textbook play. Although the portion was not very large, there are inevitable episodes in life. After my essay won the award, it took a few days for the certificate to be delivered to me. I was very sad. Just because of this incident, I don't want to be here. But after the persuasion of teachers and classmates, I stayed.

In the days when I am with my classmates, we are in the same boat. No matter spring, summer, autumn or winter, we are all laughing and happy. Although there are minor conflicts from time to time, a rainbow will eventually appear after the rain.

I have no sleep tonight, because I miss you, so I am nostalgic; because I am nostalgic, I am reluctant to let go. Forget it, let this crescent moon in the sky express my thoughts, and let these flowers and plants represent my nostalgia for you. Although we are reluctant to leave, we have to say goodbye eventually. Dear classmates and teachers, thank you for giving me a wonderful memory. Farewell to everything around me! Seventh Grade Weekly Diary Chapter 4

Wipe away the tears after the monthly exam, raise your head bravely, and run firmly on the road ahead. No matter whether we succeed or not, as long as we have struggled and returned, we will ask questions after working hard. No shame. Don't say that you are not like this. From another perspective, it is another kind of life. We only need to tell ourselves to keep working hard. No matter whether the road ahead is mud or a rough road, we don't understand.

So, why bother thinking about those unknown things? As long as we bravely go through a memorable process, why bother thinking about the results. There's nothing you can't do when you're young. The petrel cannot determine the color of the sky, but it can travel with the wind, sail freely and freely, and control its own dreams. The tree cannot determine the speed of the wind, but it can express itself and release beautiful emotions through the palm of the wind.

The wind wants to drive away the coldness of winter, but brings a biting chill; the sun wants to melt the eye-catching water vapor, but creates a beautiful rainbow.

The kite wanted to break free from my control, but it didn’t expect that it was me who could achieve its dream of flying it. The butterfly wanted to break out of the shackles of its cocoon, but it didn’t know that it was the cocoon that created its beautiful wings. The egg uses its shell to disguise its weakness, but the rock is not as strong as the whitewashed earth.

If you love someone for a long time, he will gradually forget that it is love, and will say that it is what you should do (so you might as well say thank you to your mother). We will withstand the falling sky. Pain is not terrible, what is terrible is having a heart that cannot face oneself. Seventh Grade Weekly Diary Chapter 5

The farm is very unfamiliar to me because we live in the city all year round. I have never experienced farm life.

By chance, I came to the farm and lived here for a few days.

This summer my mother and I went to my grandma’s house to play. I was very excited. This was my first time going to the countryside. The summer sun is always hot and makes people feel sultry. While walking on the country road, I took drinks, food, put on a sun hat, and followed my mother on the "twisting" road, walking leisurely.

The trees on both sides of the river embankment are green, the grass and flowers are blooming, the shepherd boys are grazing on the grass, and the two newlyweds are taking pictures in the graceful willow forest. Looking from a distance, it really looks like an oil painting inlaid on a green carpet, like a beautiful landscape.

Suddenly we stopped in our tracks unconsciously, and our eyes were attracted by the scenery in front of us. The cuckoo fell from the sky and perched on the branches, "cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo..." as if singing happily. In the fields, countless small white butterflies were flying in the sky among the grass. Some of them got into the wheat stalks, and some flew to the flowers in the grass. Under the scorching sun, the flowers are swaying in the breeze, and it feels like a "Butterfly Love Flower"!

Walking through the grass, what comes into view is the endless green oil fields. I saw all the farmers working hard. Some of them were harvesting golden wheat straw, some were planting rice seedlings in the paddy fields, some were plowing the land with agricultural machinery, and some were planting. Cotton seedlings…. The fields are full of busy figures of farmers.

After passing through green oil fields, we arrived at my grandma’s house. The setting sun in the evening reflected the sparkling water in the lotus pond in front of the door.

A group of children were playing in the lotus pond. The lotus pond was covered with lotus leaves, like graceful girls.

After we came to my grandma’s house, we saw that the fruit trees were very lush, with peaches, persimmons, and plums hanging all over the branches. It made me greedy. Grandma always said to me with a smile: "When I mature in the future, let me eat as much as I can.

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