Weekly diary of primary school summer vacation 400 words

Looking up at the sky, the clouds bearing countless tears have gradually drifted to the horizon. I just had a big meal outside with my parents. The sky was so clear and clear that my mouth could not help but rise slightly.

Melodious music came from the radio, children on the roadside were playing, and colorful balloons on the grass were particularly dazzling. The spring breeze in the morning caressed my face gently, the afterglow of the sunset shone on me warmly, and the stars on the horizon also gave off a faint light.

On my way home, I was covered with happy flowers. The three of them walked into the house with easy steps. A small yellow light lit up the warm hut and set off a quiet and warm atmosphere.

Greedy I ran into the kitchen again. Purple grapes, bright strawberries and golden bananas make me unable to start; Cool yogurt, fragrant potato chips and delicious jelly dazzled me. "Just finished eating, be careful to burst your belly!" Mother's gentle voice floated to my ear. Decisively grabbed a huge purple, which made me want to drop for a long time. I quickly put it in my mouth and took a bite. Sweet juice drops on the tip of the tongue, and sweet taste comes to mind.

Very satisfied, I swaggered into the living room. My mother glared at me slightly and scolded me: "greedy ghost! You can only eat one. " I spat out my tongue, just laughing and biting the plum. Sitting comfortably on the soft sofa, while carefully watching the comics I just bought and listening to the funny variety show on TV, a girl laughed her head off and was out of breath.

When I came to the balcony, I looked up at the sky. Bright stars dotted the clear night sky, and a full moon hung high on several wisps of smoke clouds. The street lamp illuminates the path intimately, and the window next door gives off warm and dazzling light, which must be quiet and peaceful again.

Looking at all this beauty, I couldn't help laughing again.

Unforgettable things

This is something that happened to me. Whenever I see someone giving up their seat on the bus, I will recall it. This incident not only made me feel ashamed, but also made me admire a complete stranger.

One Sunday morning a year ago. After class, I went to my father's office by bus. As soon as I got on the bus, I quickly grabbed an empty seat and sat down without looking. Then I looked into the carriage, and there were really many people in the carriage. The whole carriage is like a sardine can, side by side, crowded.

I was sitting leisurely, looking at the beautiful scenery outside the window, when an old woman got on the bus. "When I walked to my row of seats, I thought: There are still many stops from my father's unit. How tired it is to be crowded in the crowd after giving up your seat. Do you want it or not? Just as I hesitated, a young man stood up and said to his grandmother, "Grandma, you can take my seat." Then, he carefully helped the old woman to sit down, and he always leaned back in the seat, holding the handrail with one hand and struggling in the crowded place. Seeing that grandma had a seat, I didn't think about anything in my heart and continued to enjoy the scenery.

After several stops, only the people who came up from the front door did not see the people who went out from the back door, and the carriage became more crowded. I saw that the young man was squeezed with sweat all over his face, his back gradually bent and he stood very hard. Finally arrived at the terminal, many people got off, and the young man and I were also ready to get off. Everyone pushed me to the car door. Suddenly, I don't know who hit the young man's leg. The young man "ouch", gritted his teeth and got out of the car with a painful expression, covering his legs. I feel very strange in my heart: can a bump hurt like this? I walked out of the bus with a "question mark" and saw the young man sitting on the side of the road, rolling up his trouser legs to check the wound. Ah! It turned out to be an injured leg, and the knee was tightly wrapped with gauze. He's hurt!

I stood there, stupefied, looking at the red scarf on my chest, feeling my face burning. I think: I am a young pioneer. Do I deserve a red scarf? I'm ashamed.

Although it has been so long, I still remember it clearly. This matter has always told me that being a helpful person can only be happier if you help others.