A diary to record the days

Daily Diary Chapter 1: Days without Diary

I haven’t written a diary in the past two years, not because I am too busy, nor because I am not in the mood. Maybe the more reason is that I no longer like talking to myself alone and facing myself. Because I am already too familiar with myself, I have no interest in reading my own diary and naturally I am not in the mood to write a diary. I wrote the most diaries when I was in my hometown in the countryside. At that time, I was young and full of energy, sentimental, and had growing pains. There always seems to be endless things on my mind. But for me, I still have naive ideas. I always want to write a book based on my own story in the future, telling a successful story and touching some people. My diary also has the meaning of existence! But when I was struggling at home, all the ambitions I had had were wiped out in eight years of bleak experience. I failed so completely. My own story has little value. My diary doesn't make much sense either. Therefore, in the years after I worked part-time, I kept fewer and fewer diaries. I can’t remember it until the past two years. Of course, there may be other reasons, and other reasons may be the main reason. But choose a meaningful reason for writing a few sentences. What we pursue in life is often self-righteous meaning. Maybe what I pursue is worthless to others. Now I see that girls born in the 80s and 90s and even some people born in the 60s and 70s like to take pictures. No matter whether it looks good or not, take pictures. The photos are endless, endless. None of the photos taken met aesthetic standards. They are all too small and have too much background behind them. They don't even know how to choose light and perspective, but they are often complacent. Thinks it's good. I think maybe most people care about themselves and appreciate themselves. I especially like to put myself in the scenery and appreciate it. So most of the photos are usually landscapes! Of course I also know that they don't like keeping diaries. The information they like to receive is often pictures and video materials. I don’t like esoteric texts. This seems to me to be regressive and not a good thing. This way people will still like to think! However, after reading some people’s diaries, I found that those who like to write and those who like to take photos have the same mentality, which is to express themselves and appreciate themselves. This is especially true for young people. Am I the same? I must have been that way when I was young and frivolous in the past, but as my mind has gradually matured, I don't always think about myself and appreciate myself. He rarely uses words to describe himself. Write some words that reflect society. It's just a little regretful that many times I can't remember some of the past events, and I don't have a diary to learn about them. There are always gains and losses in life. So I started to miss the days of keeping a diary.

Days Diary Chapter 2: Days (100 words) Composition

During those days when I was a teenager, I liked cloudy days very much, because melancholy seemed to be a reflection of the mood during those days. Later, I felt that the sunny days were so beautiful and full of hope. Every ray of sunshine seemed to penetrate my body and shine directly into my heart. But I don’t know when I started to like the night again, because the night is the most sincere moment for a person’s feelings, which made me put aside all pressure and pretense and quietly think about the direction of life.

A sunny day is like a steaming cup of new tea. With just one sip, the freshness and sweetness can cleanse the heart, melt and wash away the ice that has been frozen in the heart for many years.

A sunny day is like the gorgeous sunflowers in the garden. It seems that in an instant, its bright and swaggering colors and bright light will sting your eyes and illuminate your soul. Every dark corner in the world.

To feel the sunny day is to feel the brightness. It is the sunshine that reflects the lotus flowers in June in "The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflect the sun with their unique redness"; it is the sunshine that reflects the water droplets turning into rainbows in "The sun shines on the incense burner and produces purple smoke, and the waterfall hangs in front of the river in the distance" ; It is the shining garden that little Mary sees in "The Secret Garden" and the sunshine that shines into her soul. While feeling the sunshine, our hearts involuntarily become as bright and beautiful as the sunflowers in June.

To feel the sunny day is to feel the beauty. It’s the beauty of the words in “Fire in July, gold in August” that my father told me when I was a kid, pointing to the sunlight falling all over the floor; it’s the reflection of sweat and tears shining in the sun after a fierce battle on the basketball court to win. It shows the beauty of youth; under the slanting light of the setting sun, the sunlight paints the backs of the two old couples walking side by side with a layer of golden and warm beauty. The beauty of sunshine does not need to be searched hard or discovered deliberately. It will leave a beautiful mark on our hearts inadvertently.

To feel the sunny day is to feel the warmth. It’s the sunshine that fills the desks after a heavy snowfall in winter, sending faint warmth to our fingers; it’s the warmth contained in the glass of milk brought by our father in the spring afternoon; it’s Helen Keller

After a while, I heard only "stop", and the instructor's order was like a stone breaking the calmness of the lake. The classmates were very reluctant and wanted to rest for a while, and so did I. But then I thought: Now that it is military training, I have to obey orders in all actions and strictly abide by disciplines. Besides, I am the temporary squad leader and I have to lead by example and set a good example for everyone! So I quickly put on my hat and dragged my heavy steps back to the team immediately without saying a word. Turning around to look at the classmates, they also quickly returned to the team.

Under the instructor’s instructions, we turned around, stepped on our feet, raised our heads, and performed various actions. When practicing military posture, the instructor made a request, saying that if anyone moved the class would have to stand for 5 more minutes. After listening to the instructor's words, although we all had sore backs and numb hands and feet, we still stood firm and persisted. At that moment, we suddenly understood how great the power of the collective is, and the collective honor is above all else. Suddenly, I felt something cold flowing over my face. It turned out that it was raining, and the drizzle like cow hair gently brushed my cheeks, making it itch. I secretly glanced at the students around me from the corner of my eye. It was really them who held their heads high, it was them who held their chests out, and it was still them who didn't move at all! I remember the eye-catching chalk words on the blackboard at the school gate: "Military training is to hone your will, success depends on persistence." I suddenly understood the inner meaning. Military training is to hone your will, and if you want to succeed, you must persevere.

After several days of military training, we saw from the instructors the strong will, perseverance and bravery of the soldiers. Our class finally won the military training with excellent results

Look at me studying hard. The naked love came like bright sunshine, making me confused and confused. Sometimes I would cough lightly in embarrassment, and she would retract her head as if she had done something wrong, and leave with a slight blush on her face.

She has been a bit distracted recently.

She asked me to drive to the countryside to relax, saying she would help me relieve stress. The car was driven as steadily as possible, but I was always a little worried because she was easily distracted. For example, there was a car in front of her with the license plate number 328, and she pouted and said it was too low, so she overtook her in anger; there was another car with the license plate number 558, and she was happy and followed it as if she was proud. I knew she was "predicting" my results. I wanted to say "superstitious" to her, but seeing her smile as bright as the sun, the word stuck in her throat.

She has been a little restless recently.

I wanted to review quietly, but she became an ant on a hot pot, always restless. Bedroom, living room, kitchen, balcony? She walked from here to there, and then from there to here, sweating profusely. Later, she thought of a way: cross-stitch embroidery. It was a pair of insoles, but obviously her calloused hands were no longer suitable for such delicate work. But she tried her best to be patient, stitching together stitch by stitch, with a gentle look. I occasionally saw her and thought to myself: "Her eyes must have started to blur. Otherwise, how could the needle be so close to her face? A few times it actually hit her forehead. It was a bit funny to see the wrinkles on her face suddenly coming together." My heart suddenly tugged at the sight of her.

Now, the soles of my feet are a little itchy as I step on her sewn insoles. Okay, your nose is a little sore? Mom, thank you. In these days, you have warmed me with your meticulous love. You have been my most solid backing with your love as bright as the sun. You have given me confidence, courage and motivation. ! Mom, please believe me, I will repay you with a smile of victory on those sunny days.

On sunny days, I am a sunflower, growing in a field of golden waves. In the field.

Starting from the time when little flower buds formed on my body, the brothers and sisters around me took the trouble to say to me: "Remember, you are a sunflower. When you see that over there, Have you seen the golden sunshine? He is our lifelong pursuit and belief! "So I curiously unfolded my delicate petals and looked up at the sun with golden pupils. To me, that dazzling luster was something to be proud of.

But day after day, I The flower disk bloomed little by little, becoming heavier and heavier. I no longer had the pure eyes of the past, nor was I as enthusiastic about the sun. I began to get tired of looking up at the huge flower disk from east to west. I feel tired, and the once firm belief in my heart is slightly shaken. I find that the sunshine is not always bright every day, and there are always a few clouds covering the entire sky and sometimes heavy rain. The sun is destroying our golden figures wantonly. Is it the belief that I want to pursue all my life? Until one day, a mother and daughter who were feeling a little depressed came to my sea of ??flowers. The girl seemed to have just laughed. When she saw us, her red and swollen eyes lit up, and the corners of her mouth began to rise slightly.

The mother came to my side, caressed my golden petals and said, "My child, you." Look at these sunflowers, even under the gloomy sky, will they find a faint ray of light and continue to bloom? A failure is nothing, as long as you persist in your faith, the sunflower in your heart can bloom even if the light is against you..."

I was a little ashamed, and then raised my head high. It was not only for girls to see, but also I did it for myself. How could I give up so easily and pursue the sun persistently? How could I give up the faith in my heart?

A gust of wind blew, and the sunshine formed a sheet in front of the field. A very fine net covers us. The flower shadows intertwined between the flower stems are criss-crossed, which are the palm prints carved by pure time on our palms, and the golden light flashes into a blur. The golden color, even without edges and corners, still shines brightly.

I am a sunflower, adhering to the most proud belief. The sun is the most glorious existence in our lives. As long as we are willing to persist, every day is a sunny day. In every sunny day On days like this, I will burst into flames as violently as my bones.

　Sunny day

After the winter vacation started, my seat was moved to the south side of the classroom, near the window. Whenever the sun shines, I bathe in the warm sunshine and feel particularly comfortable. However, this good mood was ruined soon after. Was it because of a math test? My math scores have always been mediocre, and sometimes I even failed. But my deskmate is the best in math in the class. Under his influence, my math scores have also improved.

During that midterm exam, the sun was brighter than in spring. Under the sunlight, I felt a burst of heat. Not long after the paper was handed out, I was stumped by several questions, and sweat broke out on my forehead. Suddenly, someone knocked on my desk. I looked up in surprise. The math teacher pointed to the back and said, "You, sit over there and come back after the exam." Our math teacher has a calm personality and rarely speaks other than explaining the topics in class.

I looked in the direction he pointed, which was a row of empty desks at the end of the classroom. For some unknown reason, the extra desks in our classroom have been lined up at the back and have not been moved.

I was confused, why did the teacher want me to go there? At this time, I seemed to hear a classmate saying: "His math score is so poor. He actually scored more than 80 points last time. He must have copied his deskmate's answer sheet?" It turned out that the teacher thought I was cheating and peeked at my deskmate's answer sheet. I was so sad that I left that "place of right and wrong" under the watchful eyes of the whole class.

After passing that midterm exam,

I finally realized how sad it is not to be a student with excellent grades! From then on, I changed my past lazy habits and began to study hard every second, and my grades improved rapidly. Sometimes, my deskmates would ask me for advice on difficult problems that they couldn't solve. Towards the end of the term, the sun shines brighter. However, the area where sunlight enters the house is already very small. Only in my location does the sunlight stay longer.

The final exam came, and I concentrated on the table writing the test paper. At some point, the sun enveloped me, and beads of sweat appeared on my forehead. At this time, the math teacher knocked on my desk again: "You, sit over there and take the exam."

I was stunned. The teacher actually doesn’t trust me so much! The teacher’s prejudice against me is so deep! I couldn't hold it in any longer and tears were about to burst out of my eyes. The teacher was also stunned. Then, he seemed to understand something and said softly to me: "It's too sunny here, which affects your ability to do the questions." That's it. I thought the teacher had misunderstood me, but I actually misunderstood the teacher! My tears couldn't help but flow out?

Thoughts on Marking

1. Misunderstandings enter the topic, and the story is strong. This article is a narrative article, which also conforms to the basic characteristics of a short novel. The article uses the misunderstanding between teachers and students as the core plot to unfold the narrative, and the center is highlighted. Because the sun was shining brightly, it affected the students' normal performance during the exam, so the teacher asked the students to go to a place where the sun was not shining. However, the students misunderstood the teacher's intention and did not understand it until the end. It is easiest to use this misunderstanding method to construct narratives.

2. The plot is vivid and readable. The suspense of this article is properly set, the plot is complete, and the psychological description is delicate. It is a very successful narrative.

The sunny days and years passed quietly as I grew up. Living in a very ordinary world, everything was so beautiful. Chewing life carefully, I savor every sunny day.

Spring · Folding Umbrella

Miss Spring, she sheds tears at every turn. Just a moment ago, the sky was clear and clear, but in the blink of an eye it was rainy. "It's raining. Should I rush out to eat, or should I wait in the classroom for the rain to stop?" I discussed with my deskmate XX.

Although my voice was not loud, it was still heard by the boys in the front row. He turned his head mischievously and said with dignity: "The little girl is too delicate and gets sick easily? I have a folding umbrella here that I can rent to you. The rent is free." After that, he rushed out of the classroom, leaving a folding umbrella. , xx and I looked at each other and smiled.

"Actually, the boys in our class are quite cute." xx said, and I asked her secretly: "Are you touched?"

Xia·Phone

< p> It’s vacation. In my free summer time, I watch TV with my dad. Suddenly, a ringtone rang. Dad answered the phone and sat down on the sofa seriously. I asked carefully: "Who?" "The head teacher." "What did you say?" "She said you did well in the final exam and you have great potential. Should you make good use of it during the summer vacation?"

< p>I quietly walked to the desk and opened my heavy schoolbag again. I was drowned in the sea of ??questions again. "If you don't do well in the exam, you won't be named x!" I said angrily.

"Don't watch TV?" Dad asked. "Don't watch! Don't watch?"

Autumn Wind Chime

Miss Autumn's footsteps were approaching, so I hung the wind chime on the door and listened to the sound of the autumn wind after it left.

One night, I was sleeping with my blanket in my arms. I was woken up by the cold in the middle of the night. It turned out that the blanket had "flyed" and I was looking for it. There was a sound of wind chimes - the door opened, and I quickly fell asleep. Then came a burst of warmth. Hee hee - Mom covered me with a blanket, and after a while, she gently closed the door for me. The wind chimes are quiet, as if they are moved by maternal love.

Winter·TV

Last year there was little winter snow, and grandma was full of loneliness, always looking at this incomplete winter. Grandma had to go back to the bedroom after sitting in the living room for a long time. Grandma's bedroom was deserted, and my mother bought a large TV for her. Although grandma couldn't understand the plot, she saw being loved and a complete winter. Life moves in a hurry, passing through spring, summer, autumn and winter. Let love travel through the gaps in the soul, and let beauty draw into the depths of the soul. In every sunny day, I chew on the most beautiful word in the world - love.

In the early morning of a sunny day, I opened my eyes and stretched. At this time a ray of sunshine came in. I accidentally looked at my watch and it was already half past seven. I got up immediately, got dressed and got ready to rinse my mouth.

I just walked out of the room and saw my father sitting on the sofa smoking a cigarette, while my mother was packing clothes and putting them in the suitcase. And he was sobbing while taking it back. I was stunned for a moment, not knowing what was going on. I quickly took the toilet paper and ran to my mother to wipe her tears. "Mom, why are you crying! What are you doing packing your clothes?" I asked urgently.

"Your dad is leaving today"

"Where is dad going?" I became even more anxious.

My mother was silent. Seeing this, I remember feeling like an ant on a hot pot, so I ran to ask my father again.

"Dad, where are you going?"

"Jianjian! Dad has been transferred to Shanghai due to work needs."

"Shanghai? "I was stunned. "When? How long will it take?"

"This morning's flight may take a year or two."

"My! Tears welled up in his eyes.

"One or two years, soon, does it mean that I will not get father's love for one or two years? Doesn't it mean that in one or two years, my mother and I will be the only ones left in this family?" said To

Day Diary Chapter 3: Writing Guide and Examples for the Semi-propositional Composition "Ah, the Day of——"

Writing Guide and Examples for the Semi-propositional Composition "Ah, the Day of——" Semi-propositional composition "Ah, --- the day" writing guidance and sample essays The Willow Bank Fisherman

Semi-propositional composition "Ah,

The day" writing guidance and sample essays

Writing guidance:

This essay has a clear proposition. The word "ah" actually points out that the center of the writing is to express some strong feelings. The propositions are in the form of semi-propositional compositions, giving students a wide space for writing. Based on the premise of the word "ah", it is best to add an adjective that reflects thoughts and feelings on the horizontal line. Of course, it needs to form a reasonable positive relationship with the central word "日". For composition topics with partial and positive relational phrases, the focus of writing should be based on the "partial" part, so as to reveal thoughts and express feelings. The preferred writing style is narrative and prose. The thoughts should be profound and reveal the truth, goodness and beauty of life.

The purpose of setting such a topic is to enable students to quickly strengthen their awareness of narratives and strive to develop the ability to write good narratives. It is also about guiding students to grasp the details and accurately express true feelings.

Example:

Ah, waiting for the day to become a butterfly

Growing up is a painful transformation. In the days when I couldn't see the future clearly, my senior year in high school was in chaos. So, I wrapped myself in a thick white cocoon and waited to become a butterfly.

Some people say that all landscapes will reject some people and favor some people. All people are born with different landscapes. I thought, then there must be an endless clear blue sky in my landscape, waiting for me to carry my dreams and dance. Standing at the fork in the road of life, I timidly and stubbornly chose the direction marked with the two big words "art". After all, at the end of the road is the stage that I am fascinated by, and there are still dreams that belong to me.

When I actually stood at the intersection, I couldn't help feeling happy and a little helpless.

Across the road is the palace where I suck the milk of art. On the other side of the road, there are amiable professional teachers, my energetic dance class coach, and my youthful dreams. I am surrounded by my parents who insist on picking me up and dropping me off every day. My eyes were moist when I looked at the few strands of white hair that were trembling slightly in the breeze because they were worried about me. At that moment, I deeply understood why "poor parents all over the world" continue to be sung in people's hearts.

Without any broadcasting foundation or any dance skills, I am still obsessed with the dream I have had for many years.

I still remember that when I took the broadcasting class for the first time, I was like a child learning to speak, following the teacher and repeating every letter and every group of words. I still remember the first time I went to learn dance. I was so weak that I persisted for three hours with sweat all over my head. That night, the pain in my legs made me unable to sleep.

I will never forget my mother’s worried look when I was doing boring basic skills training. I will never forget the way my father felt distressed when I endured the pain. I will never forget the helplessness that flashed across their faces when they heard that I had chosen this uneven path, as well as their consistent support and trust since then.

An old saying goes: When heaven is about to entrust a person with a great responsibility, he must first strain his mind, work his muscles and bones, starve his body and skin, and deplete his body? Although I don’t have any lofty ambitions to serve the motherland, but I have my own persistence and my own direction.

Before dawn, I can’t see the flowers blooming, but I will wait persistently in the darkness and try my best to break free in the chaotic cocoon. Because, a person's life must be beautiful once.

Ah, waiting for the day to become a butterfly?

Listen, do you hear it? The sound of "chrysalis" reborn?

Ah, the days of struggle

The rapid and sharp bell rang again, echoing in the empty corridor on the sixth floor of Hongyi Building. I opened my eyes in the slightly cold air. At half past five, before the moon sets and the sun rises, a new day arrives on time. Ah, the days of struggle.

The early morning in winter is originally quiet and deserted. Outside the window, all the windows in the residential building opposite were dark. But I didn't have time to appreciate this midwinter morning. I quickly put on my clothes, leveled the edges of the bed, and squared the four corners. I took one last look at the finished bed,

picked up my school uniform, and left the door.

In fact, I have already become proficient in these tasks. It has been half a year since I came here. All the tension and discomfort have become a thing of the past under the spur of the failure in June of that year and the desire for victory in the following June. If you choose here, you also choose to struggle. If you choose to do it again, you also choose the days of struggle.

It takes a while to move from the sixth floor to the first floor in the crowded crowd, and none of the brothers wearing the same clothes in front, left, and right were idle. Putting on white gloves, he searched for the pieces of paper he put in his trouser pockets last night, sorted the zipper of his clothes, and after completing six laps of the stairs, he arrived at the bustling playground. The sound of reading is particularly loud under the empty winter night sky. This sound echoes in the sky here, in my heart, and in these days of struggle.

I shuddered in the cold air, kicked off my steps, and started running towards the gathering place of my class. Everyone was running, and the artificial turf was full of footsteps. Dodging classmates in front and behind, passing one person and being passed by another. While running, I saw the third floor of the building glowing in the dark like a big seal. I spent my days of struggle in this solid building.

When I first came here, I felt that the buildings here were so high. In the first month, I dragged my tired footsteps after military training to the classrooms on the fifth floor and the dormitories on the sixth floor. At this time, only I was gasping for breath, so much so that I felt unable to look up at this building on the playground, just as I, a sophomore in high school, dared not look up at the hard work of my senior year in high school. But half a year later, while climbing the five or six floors, I slowly understood the meaning of struggle and gradually got used to this day of struggle. The days of struggle are destined to be walked through with tired feet. It’s just that this step can be tired, but it must be firm. The striver knows where he is going!

The sports committee began to assemble the team, heading towards the track, clenching the fists on the seam of the trousers, and the physical education teacher was about to give the command. Lean forward, toward the sunrise, toward the target.

A new day has begun, and the day of struggle has begun. Run – walk!

Ah, the days of getting along with Chinese language

The poet Bei Dao said: "When living abroad, my only luggage is Chinese."

Chinese language, you are A piece of sky, where the poetry of Ren Xingruo is roaming!

Chinese, you are an ocean, allowing profound and melancholy philosophies to roll!

Chinese, you are a big mountain, letting the hot and rolling righteousness surge out!

Ah, Chinese, with such a broad mind, you embrace a wonderful world!

In the sky of Chinese language, literature is as bright as a star. Dreaming back to the Tang Dynasty, you can appreciate the wonders of waterfalls falling from the sky, and listen to the tear-jerking pipa music of the frontier fortress; dreaming back to the Song Dynasty, you not only want to listen to Su Shi's heroic cry of "the great river eastward is swept away by the waves, and the romantic figures of the ages", but also I will never forget the graceful sadness of Li Qingzhao's "The parasol trees are drizzling more and more, and the drizzle is falling in the dusk"; dreaming back to the Ming and Qing Dynasties, I saw the disputes in the Three Kingdoms and the hardships on the way to learn the scriptures; I saw the passion of ghosts, gods and foxes, and saw through The intrigues among the aristocratic families! In the Chinese sky, countless stars twinkle and the moon shines brightly. In the vast ocean of Chinese language, philosophy surges like waves. listen! Listen to the hurried footsteps; listen to the voices of lobbying and lectures echoing in Xuanyu! Lao Tzu came, leisurely, with his deep thoughts that "the Tao can be Tao, but it is very Tao"; Confucius came, with the precepts of "benevolence" engraved in his steps that could not bear to stop; Mencius came, and shouted " "Sacrificing one's life for righteousness" has shocked people throughout the ages! Not to mention the ultimate goal of "cultivating one's moral character, harmonizing the family, governing the country, and bringing peace to the world", not to mention the good advice of "do not do to others what you do not want others to do to you". Just the sentence "investigate things to gain knowledge" gives us so much vigilance and motivation! In the vast ocean of language, we draw too much spiritual power!

In the mountain pass of Chinese language, national heroes are as hot as magma.

The history is long, but we can never forget Qu Yuan's pursuit; the world is rolling, but it can't cover up the glory of Yue Fei's loyal service to the country; the iron horse steps into Lu You's night dream, and his patriotic heart is so hot! All he got in exchange for the ten thousand words of Ping Rong Ce was tree planting books. Xin Qiji's heart was weeping with blood! There are also Wen Tianxiang, Lin Zexu, and countless Chinese sons and daughters who have endless words, uniting into the flame of national justice!

In the mountain pass of Chinese language, the blood is still boiling!

Ah, Chinese language, from the time when I was babbling and learning language to now when I am reciting chapters and memorizing scriptures, you have moved me so much and inspired me so much.

As Bei Dao said, Chinese will be my lifelong luggage!