The summer diary written in the second day of junior high school is not less than 700 words. Please kneel down! ! ! ! ! !

Mother is ill and lying in the hospital.

I stayed at home, lying in a warm big bed, but my eyes were wet. I wiped my eyes with my fingertips, moist but warm. All I can think about is my mother's bent back in the light ...

What should I do when my mother is away? My heart hesitated.

I sat on the sofa and watched TV carelessly, but my thoughts had drifted to my mother's side. Through the curtains in the kitchen, I vaguely saw a figure under the light: my hands were swinging back and forth, my body was wobbling, as if I were going to fall, but I was still busy. That's mom, and my heart is full of joy. Isn't she in the hospital?

I walked slowly and approached quietly. I no longer doubted that it was mom! She didn't feel well, but she ran out of the hospital to cook for me. At that moment, my heart hurts inexplicably, my throat feels choked, I can't make a sound, my nose is sour and I can't breathe. I shed tears, and the tears in the corner of my eyes slowly slipped down my cheeks. ...

My eyes are blurred. In the dim light, I vaguely saw my mother's gray hair. The light reflects the white hair, which is more and more striking. Every gray hair tells my mother's love for me, and how much sweat and hard work she has infiltrated.

I am like a little princess, so carefree all day, but I have never found myself slapping myself hard in my heart. The crow's feet beside my mother's eyes are engraved with countless days and nights. Her selfless dedication is deeply imprinted on my heart like this crow's feet. Mother's mouth cracked, like straw baked repeatedly in the scorching sun. I think this is caused by mom's constant nagging! I can't help feeling a little distressed. The wrinkles on my mother's hands are like a ravine, and I am trapped in this ravine.

I didn't say a word to my mother. I just walked slowly to my room and sat on the bed. Silently, my tears came again. Recalling the thrilling scene just now, tears flowed down and soaked my clothes. Now I understand that my mother's love for me is selfless.

Mother's love, like the tide, impacts my heart. I was lying in bed, dreaming a beautiful dream. I dreamed that I was the sea, and I will cherish this tide forever. ...

I really want to walk with the moon.

When I was a child, I was always fascinated by my grandmother's singing, with a little simplicity, a few freshness and a strong local accent. I couldn't get enough of it. Just like a new jar of old wine, it is fragrant and sweet and irreplaceable.

Most of the songs brought by songs are about the moon. I was still ignorant at that time. The song that lingers in my ears makes me full of yearning and curiosity about the moon. I vaguely feel that the moon always seems to have an unmasked veil. I feel rich happiness from my grandmother's songs.

Grandma hasn't read many books, but she describes the image of the bright moon just right. Grandma said that on the moon, a child was drawing water by the spring. It is said that the water in the spring's eyes is holy water, which can cure eye diseases, and children take pains to draw water just to cure their mother's eye diseases. I feel very moved, so I always look at the moon and children in the sky with my chin in my hand, but I always look through the moon but I can't see the children clearly. So that expectation went further, and my curiosity about the moon increased day by day.

I've been away from my grandmother for almost three years now, and I haven't seen much. My thoughts about grandma have taken root in my heart. Accustomed to the noise and luxury of the city, I miss the natural customs of the countryside more. I think of lying on the haystack in my hometown, playing with a straw in my hand, listening to the sound of the wind blowing through my fingers, and only insects chirping in my ears. The quiet night is simple and simple. The moonlight is not stingy, and the silver halo is sprinkled in every corner of the earth. I like the color of the moon. It is said to be the color of unicorn blood, splashed a little. The clear sky in the distance is beautiful and dreamy against the moonlight. ...

The world is full of light, and the moonlight like water is also unscrupulously sprinkled on me. She crosses the sky, shines on celebrities and gentlemen in the world, and embraces ordinary people like me. Yes, Li Bai's "I'm awake, and the twilight of the low moon is on the rafters, like your face, still floating in the air" is good, Wang Wei's "Moonlight in the pine forest, crystal stone in the stream" is elegant, and Su Shi's "When will the bright moon come, ask the heaven for wine" is unrestrained, and the famous sentence has been passed down through the ages and become a household name, just like this.

Later, on an unforgettable day, I forgot who I knew. The moon was just a lifeless star, and I was disappointed. But at the beginning of the bright moon, I still leaned over the window and stared at the moon and the child who was drawing water. The moon is as beautiful as ever. Beside the straw pile, grandma is still telling me about the sacred moon in my heart. Listening to grandma's story, looking at the moon, the child is still there, the well is still there, and the dream is still there. Even if they will disappear one day, no, they won't. Their beauty and mystery have long left an indelible mark on my innocent heart and have long been my long-term hope.

On a quiet summer night, the bright moon in the sky is getting more and more beautiful. I often think of the moon and feel disappointed. The moon, near, looked up and asked, "Moon, how are you?" The moon has become more elegant and simple, as if it were an independent masterpiece. Even Ma Liang's magic pen can't draw such bright colors. Half-rolled embroidered curtains, sultry guqin and fragrant teas dance lightly with the moonlight. Looking at the moon, smiling indifferently, I hope the scenery of the moon can reappear in front of me in the happy month when I was a child. ...

In June, I passed a dream and wanted to go with the moon.

I really want to get attached to Ye.

Leaves, like grass and flowers, are embellishments of nature and a ray of light in life. I don't know when it became attached to me.

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When I was a child, I heard from my mother that when I was born, there was an autumn leaf floating on my body. My mother hung it on my chest and wished me a healthy and happy growth. The edge of the leaf rings from now on.

Leaves are the children of trees, and they are the foil of trees. And I am a green leaf, always accompanied by a big tree-my mother who raised me for many years.

I remember one autumn when I was five years old. I watched the autumn leaves falling with the wind, and I couldn't help feeling a little sad. Not very sensible, I took my mother's gentle and weather-beaten hand and gently asked, "Mom, why did all those leaves fall?" Is it the big tree' mother' who doesn't want them? "Mom smiled without a word.

I cocked my head, thought about it, and then asked, "Mom, if I grow up one day, will you not want me?"

My mother looked at me affectionately and said softly, "son, you are my mother's baby." How can my mother not want you? " Those leaves are because they have grown up and are going to find a new home. Next spring, they will return to Dashu's mother. "

I still remember that time, I nodded vaguely and understood vaguely: in fact, people are just like these leaves. The autumn leaves hanging on my chest seem to understand my mind and float gently with the wind.

I didn't realize until now that there are so many things in my indissoluble bond with Ye. Just like tender and delicate maternal love ... I found that I was so eager to grow up before, but now I am afraid of growing up and want to indulge my maternal love for a while. But I know that I am like a leaf, and I will leave my parents one day to pursue my dream and create a new world of society.

Every day, pick up a leaf; When I grow up, I will make a collar to repay my mother.

In this way, I became attached to the leaves and accompanied by love.

This spring, flower of life never bloomed.

Life is like a flower, full of fragrance.

It's another spring when everything comes back to life. Walking by the lake, I found many white things like snowflakes floating in the sky, but they were more cotton, thinner and softer than snowflakes and fell to the ground one by one. People walking by the lake, let it float gently on the body, pass slowly, and fall quietly on the ground.

For a time, the lake seemed to be covered with a layer of white gauze as thin as a cicada's wing ... When I got closer, I realized that it was catkin and spread seeds by the wind. It was the first time I saw spring with my own eyes. Willow spreads life in its own way. I was completely shocked! My heart can't bear this joy and admiration.

Every spring, it carries a seed of hope, floats to the land of its dreams, and scatters life everywhere. No one will be indifferent to such a scene, and no one will not be moved by such a life. It floats away painstakingly, then falls into the dark soil, blooms green buds, keeps growing, and exudes the fragrance of its life. Just cultivate, regardless of harvest.

I can't help thinking about people's life: inspired by natural life, how can we thank life, cherish life, grasp life and repay life?

This spring is full of wonderful life. Bing Xin wrote such a philosophical poem of the richest man: "People only admire the brilliant reality of a successful flower! However, at the beginning, her buds were soaked with tears of struggle and shed blood rain of sacrifice. " Successful flowers will be more brilliant only under the irrigation of sweat!

This spring let me smell the fresh air; This spring makes us feel the prosperity of everything; This spring has filled the world with infinite hope. Flower of life is tenacious, but sometimes it is fragile. When we think of those distant lives, we will find that although the Sri Lankan people have passed away, the fragrance is still pervasive.

This spring, let us experience the fragrant life, bloom the flowers of life, and pursue the fragrance of life! Life is like spring. A year will not start without spring, people will not be awake without spring, and there will be no spring without struggle.

Spring stroll

Walking on the path in spring, I feel a little cold. Isn't it spring now? The imaginary warmth is like a flash in the pan, and it turns around and leaves in a hurry. The earth keeps cold.

A few birds flew past me boldly, and finally "climbed" on a low tree, singing and jumping with enclaves, singing happily. It must be a new bird. Is this "several early warblers vying for warm trees"? I smiled.

There came a pair of old men with gray hair and short stature. They are an old couple who have taken care of each other for decades. A slightly thinner wife is more energetic than her husband. They hobbled hand in hand step by step, trying to support each other, with endless satisfaction on their faces.

The most touching thing is the sunset. I don't know how many such springs they have gone through together, but I believe that as long as they are together, it will be eternal spring for them.

Walking in the spring, I sincerely bless them, and I seem to see the beauty of spring myself.

Then we walked on, and we met a lovely baby. As soon as she learned to walk, she quickly left her young mother to find something more interesting. When he hit me, he stopped and stared at me with big bright eyes, looking confused. I can't help laughing. I smiled, and he smiled, grinning, and even a few teeth in his mouth were clearly visible.

His mother followed him and taught the child, "Be good and call her sister!" " He just ignored it and still giggled and danced. I think this child will be a great performer in the future. Looking up slightly, I saw a faint yellow swaying in the tree head. Approaching it and studying it carefully, it is really the new green of this year, only with small buds, and a little vaguely freehand brushwork.

The mobile phone in my pocket rang, and my classmate sent a short message: "Happy May Day!" " "This sentence almost made me cry. I am not a very eye-catching student. I always thought that time would bury me and seal me in the cold winter. It turns out that-

Spring is always there, but we can't see it. Flowers bloom and fall, but the flowers take a nap and wake up next year. All the beauty symbolizes spring. The willows on the river bank are green, and spring has quietly arrived there.

I continue to walk on this road, walking in the spring.

In the field, the farmers devoted themselves to new farming. Looking forward to a winter, they can't wait to sow the seeds of spring. Isn't this a true portrayal of their lives? Although busy, everything is worthwhile for the autumn harvest. Walking in spring, those simple smiling faces are full of gratitude for spring and yearning for autumn.

Walk in spring and feel the breath of spring. All this is the charm of spring. Walking in spring, feeling the positive spirit brought by spring touches everyone. People forget their troubles, sorrows and all painful memories. We only know that spring is a symbol. In fact, spring is a starting point. Spring is an endless song of life and an endless picture of life!

That long-lost rainbow

Rain is the trace of wind, wind is the information of rain, and rainbow is the beauty after rain. After every storm, people will see a rainbow hanging on the horizon, just like the legendary Rainbow Bridge. After crossing the beautiful rainbow bridge, they will enter the fairyland. In a word, the rainbow is beautiful, dotted in the distant sky.

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In July, it rained for two consecutive days. This kind of weather is rare in our country, giving people a feeling that everything is wet. After the contest with the dark clouds, the sunset finally showed the smiling face of the winner. Tianshan Shenmu Garden after the rain, clean and quiet sky, fresh air and a gorgeous rainbow on the horizon make people feel relaxed and happy.

After the storm, the sky full of water drops is transparent, and the huge rainbow bridge spans the north and south banks of the Kunmalik River in a semicircle, like a wide arch. Judging from the background of the sky, it is so far away from us and so high. Judging from the background of the snowy mountain valley, it is so close to us and so low that it seems to be touched by hand. Look at it, it is always so soft and quietly attached to the blue sky, so soft and quietly reflecting the colorful and gorgeous light, reflecting the rushing river water on the earth after the rain, and also reflecting the crystal drops on the grass, surrounded by a soft and quiet atmosphere. The rainbow forms a beautiful arc, accompanied by clouds hovering around it, which is really beautiful.

Sighing at the masterpiece of nature, the vast plain silk suddenly turned into a beautiful picture. The addition of red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple sisters has given this painting a ray of sunshine-that gorgeous rainbow. It is described so perfectly: like a rockhopper in white clouds, like a garland in the blue sky.

That long-lost rainbow made me feel deeply. Staring for a long time, the sky after the rain-that thorough blue; Breathe deeply in the humid air-it's pure sweetness. Follow the direction of the wind after the rain, looking for those distant and beautiful memories about the blue sky, white clouds and rainbow.

I remember when I was a child, I especially liked rainbows. At that time, whenever the rain cleared up, I would always run out, look for traces of the rainbow in an empty place, look at it, draw a rainbow with my fingers, and have fun with the children. I remember at that time, when I was a child, I was curious. From time to time, I will lift my tender face, look for the trajectory of plane gliding in the sky, look for the figure of rainbow, argue with my companions about the changing shape of clouds, count the pearls strung at night, and chase the flickering fireflies ... At that time, although we had no worries about food and clothing, there was no earthly disturbance, only blue sky.

Why did you always want to see the rainbow after the rain when you were a child? That's because rainbows bring people not only beauty, but also hopes and dreams. Moreover, the rainbow also gave birth to many beautiful legends. Some people say that the rainbow is a bridge connecting heaven and earth; Some people say that the rainbow is the road to heaven; Others say that there is a mysterious treasure buried at the foot of the rainbow ... In short, only after seeing and enjoying the colorful aura of the rainbow will we never forget her dazzling and dazzling colors.

I like the blue sky. I once dreamed of being a light bird-flying in the blue sky, keeping company with white clouds, chasing the footsteps of the wind and perching where the sun rises and sets. When I grow up, I know that "sparrows know the ambition of swans", and then I understand: how can a bird stand shoulder to shoulder with the blue sky? Even so, I am willing to feather into a bird, stay at my height, enjoy the blue sky and white clouds, send my thoughts to the wind, or wait for the moment when the rainbow appears in a sunny afternoon after the rain.

Appreciate the splendor of the rainbow. I believe she must be a passionate woman, with delicate mind, capable of mixing colors to the extreme, graceful posture, and able to skim the blue sky and white clouds lightly. I want to use the wonderful hand of the rainbow to coordinate and match all kinds of cold and warm colors in my life and dress up my life brightly. Life is beautiful, brilliant and colorful. Doing everything well requires our own efforts, down-to-earth and perseverance, and the rainbow of life will be displayed in our daily life.

Looking forward to colorful white clouds. Looking up at the white clouds in the blue sky, those unpredictable clouds either flow or stop. Sometimes, Baiyun is like a carefree girl; Sometimes, Baiyun is like a magical magician. It turns into a tiger for a while and a lion for a while ... without any color rendering, each stretches leisurely and dances with the wind. The white clouds in the sky are really varied. Some are like feathers, floating gently in the air, some are like fish scales, arranged neatly, and some are like mountains ... perhaps influenced by white clouds, I like her changeable and holy personality and yearn for a colorful life.

"How can you see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain?" Life always has to go through many hardships and setbacks in order to live a happy life. The long road of life, like a ship on the sea, has smooth sailing and stormy times. Therefore, life is often accompanied by difficulties and setbacks. The door to success is always open to those who can face difficulties and setbacks correctly. People who have experienced setbacks are always more tenacious, more mature and braver. They can see that success is just around the corner. Sunshine is always after the storm, please believe that there is a rainbow. On the long road of life, it is inevitable to fall and hesitate, but as long as you face it bravely and wait patiently, you will be able to walk through the dense fog and enjoy the brilliant sunshine. It is a kind of wisdom to know that sunshine is always after the storm; It is a kind of courage to dare to wait for the bright sunshine; Facing the storm in front of the sun is a kind of strength.

Imagine: that gorgeous rainbow, but when the sparkling raindrops are attached to the sky, the romantic imprint left by the warm lips and kisses? Or the beautiful arc of dancing when your hands bid farewell to the blue sky? Or is it the tears of acacia overflowing in the eyes of the affectionate Weaver and Cowherd when they miss each other so much? Or an elegant smile when you look at your lover affectionately? Thanks to the beauty of the rainbow, it brings me too many beautiful reverie. ...

A gust of wind blew and returned to the place where the dream began. Recall that "life is never short of beauty, only the discovery of beauty." Tell yourself to remember: be a caring person and pay attention to everything around you, and you will encounter countless natural beauty. Slightly raised lips make me believe that the newly picked rainbow has dyed my heart red. After the rain, the rainbow in the sky may not last long, but the long-lost rainbow in my heart is always so bright and gorgeous, urging me to be upright and down-to-earth, illuminating my life journey and making my life more colorful!