Love Diary

The diary is my "good friend". There are many things that I can't express, so I let the diary help; the diary is a "camera" that records every bit of my life. Look When I go to the diary, many past events will appear in my mind; the diary is the person I talk to, and I will tell her all the unhappy things.

The diary records the sadness. My best friend Yun is leaving. The night before I left, I made a beautiful paper photo frame overnight and put photos of Yun and I in the photo frame. In the morning, I came to the station, but Yun had already got on the train. So, I called Yun loudly, and finally, she saw me. I hurriedly handed over the photo frame. At this moment, the car started. Yun hadn't gotten the photo frame yet. What should I do? Chase!

I chased with all my strength, the car drove faster and faster, chase!

Chasing!

Chasing!

At this time, I was so tired that I was sweating profusely, my feet felt like they were tied with a big plaster, my clothes were soaked, my heartbeat was racing, and my breathing was short. I stopped, my only regret was the unsent gift.

Diary records happiness. Every breakfast is either milk bread or noodles or porridge. Love knows how to hide and seek, I found her under the noodles. No matter when I eat noodles or porridge, my mother always wants me to eat the bowl with a spoon. Finally, I couldn't help my curiosity and decided to see if there was anything different inside. Today when I was eating noodles, I took advantage of my mother not paying attention and mixed it with chopsticks. Sure enough, it was as expected. In the bowl with the spoon there was a steak and an egg, but in the other bowl there was nothing. At this time, I understood. In the bowl, I found my mother's love for me and made me feel happy.

A diary records the good times. My neighbor Butterfly comes to me to paint every Saturday and Sunday. I remember one time, she took me to the grove of the school. There is a small hillside in the woods, and there are all kinds of trees on the hillside. Looking from a distance, it seems to be connected with the sky. Colorful flowers, green grass, butterflies are dancing, and the river is singing. Die and I set up the easel together, clamped the white paper on it, and began to draw beautiful scenery. When we are tired, the wind brings us coolness. It became a great time for me.

A diary is a piece of sky that belongs to us. You can add clouds to the sky.