Diary composition for the third grade of junior high school

Time flies like a fast horse, and one day passes. During this day, is there anything or someone that touches us? It's time to write a good summary and keep a good diary. What is the appropriate way to write a diary? Below are 8 diary compositions for the third grade of junior high school that I compiled for you. I hope it will be helpful to you. Diary composition for the third grade of junior high school, Part 1

At night, the moon generously shared its soft light, and I reached out to touch the faint moonlight. It was invisible, and I missed it, but I felt the softness of the moonlight and couldn't help laughing. There was only the chirping of cicadas around me, and I felt lonely and scared.

Perhaps, I am not so lonely. Fireflies are slowly flying around me. They light up my world. My path forward has light again. Although there is only one night, I still cherish it. their lives.

The leaves behind me rustled, as if they were playing some kind of song. I heard it vaguely, and I wasn’t sure it was a song. Maybe it was a poem?

I looked up at the sky again. I could no longer see my fingers, but there were a few stars vaguely dotted in the sky, like eyes, blinking and blinking. I rubbed my eyes, maybe they were dancing, It's cooperating with those rustling leaves!

Night, quiet night, this silent, invisible night, settles in the deepest part of my soul. . .

Please remember this article: Diary of the third grade of junior high school: Quiet night, if you like it, you can come to me often, I am your "Sister Xiuxiu". Diary composition for the third grade of junior high school, Part 2

His name is Lu Yuchen. When he is mentioned, many girls will have heart-shaped eyes and look like little women on their faces. He has big eyes, a tall nose, fair skin, a sharp face, slender hands and feet, and muscles. He is a handsome man. The important thing is that he is not only handsome, but also good at reading, good at sports, and good at painting.

And I am an average-looking, average-reading, confused girl. Because the class teacher and Mommy got along well, she also wanted to improve my studies, so she arranged for me to sit at the same table with Lu Yuchen. I remember that sometimes, I would wander in my mind, and my classmate Liang Sinuo would always remind me that Liang Sinuo was also a popular boy in the class. He was very cute, good at reading, and a very nice person. Lu Yuchen would not remind me. Usually at this time, I would always scold: "You look aloof all day long. What's the big deal? It's just that many girls like you. Huh, you look like you are spoiled at first glance." "That guy is so annoying."

After an exam, I was reflecting on myself. As a result, I didn't hear the teacher's question, and Lu Yuchen didn't remind me, so I was punished by the teacher to be a student on duty. After school, I was so angry that I threw away my schoolbag and shouted to my classmates: "Let's go quickly, I have to be on duty." Xinyue came over and said, "Dear, do you want me to wait for you? But my home That person has something to do with me today. I'm sorry, I have to leave now." Then he disappeared in a flash. Zi Yun and Qi Wen also smiled at me apologetically. Zi Yun said to me apologetically: "I'm sorry, honey, my brother is playing ball today and I must go. Qi Wen just let me, otherwise I will be alone." Go, it’s so embarrassing.” I had no choice but to tell them, “It’s okay, you can go, I’ll be fine alone.” After that, there was no one in the class.

I was exhausted after working four days of duty and my head hurt, so I threw away the mop and planned to take a rest. Who knows? I actually fell asleep, and then someone pushed me roughly and said in a slightly magnetic voice, "Hey, wake up, hello." When I opened my eyes, I remembered that I hadn't finished my duty yet, and I saw someone standing there. Next to me, Lu Yuchen looks like a male god. I glanced at the classroom with a surprised look on my face as I watched Lu Yuchen walk to his seat, "Are you a fool? I've done everything for you, and you can still sleep here. Don't you know you'll catch a cold?" I thought in my mind. He was immediately moved and said, "I didn't expect you to be so kind. You may seem cold at ordinary times, but you are very delicate inside." Lu Yuchen scratched his hair and said to me in a dumbfounded voice, "Stupid pig, I'm not as cold as you think. You girls always peek at me, and even look into my eyes boldly when you pass me face to face. I only have a cold talk to avoid embarrassing myself. "You know, I was also annoyed when I heard him scold me. , "You are the stupid pig. I have a name. You can call me a fool, but you can't call me a pig." He blushed and smiled apologetically, "Okay, I will call you a fool from now on."

He ran away quickly, so I had to lock the door and leave.

The next day, Yuqing came over to collect my Chinese homework. As soon as I took out my notebook, he pulled it over and said, "Fool, lend me a copy." Suddenly, the whole class was excited, and he actually let me go. Instead of copying the homework of Yuqing, the Chinese language master, he copied my homework and called me a fool so affectionately. Zi Yun, Xinyue and Qiwen came over and looked ambiguously at Lu Yuchen, who was the most outstanding among the boys, and then looked at me. Xinyue asked in a low voice: "Lanbao, what is your relationship with Lu Yuchen? He actually called You are stupid." As a result, everyone in the class looked at me, and I said perfunctorily, "Classmate." When the whole class heard what I said, they looked at Lu Yuchen again. He came over and said, "I just think of her as my sister, so don't embarrass her." He is just a flower, always so out of reach, and I am just the green leaf that sets off his brilliance.

Diary composition for the third grade of junior high school, Part 3

In the blink of an eye, my father is already fifty years old. Looking at my father’s gray hair that has been vicissitudes of life, I can’t believe it. My father is fifty? Is my father really fifty? I couldn't help but ask myself.

I did not attend my father’s birthday party, but stayed at home alone. When my father came back, it was already twelve o’clock in the evening. I personally cooked a specialty dish and brought it to the table. I found a candle that was broken into several pieces but could still be lit. My father was not surprised. He just sat quietly on the chair and watched me fiddle with it back and forth. At this time, the home was very quiet. My mother had already been drunk and fell on the bed. Only my father and I were left, saying nothing.

I opened a can of beer and divided it into two glasses. One was placed in front of my father and the other in front of me. My father still just looked at me quietly without saying a word. I turned off the light and lit the candle. By the candlelight, I looked at my father carefully. To be honest, I had never looked at my father so carefully before: big eyes, big nose, frown, still the same as before. But the difference is that there are a few wrinkles on the face that originally had astigmatism, and the eyes that used to have double eyelids have become eight eyelids, and there are also deep bags under the eyes due to the fatigue of work... .I was stunned for a moment, then suddenly came to my senses and said: Dad, please blow out the candles quickly. When he heard me talking, he stood up suddenly as if he had walked out of nowhere, rushed to the room in three steps and two steps, dragged his mother up and dragged her to the dining table. My mother seemed to be cooperating and opened the door with all her strength. Eyes, just when the candle was about to melt down, my father blew it out, and then smiled happily. I have never seen him so happy, and my mother seemed to suddenly wake up, hugging her father and laughing together.

The light turned on and I started to pack things, but my father was still eating the food I cooked. After everything was over, I suddenly remembered something, "Happy birthday, Dad", and he still said He didn't speak, he just patted my head, looked at me, and then went to sleep. In fact, through his eyes, I could already understand.

My father has really paid too much for me. Looking back on the past scenes, I should not be angry at my father again and again. At those times, he must have been so sad. Why am I now? Only then did I understand.

What I want to say is that as people in the 1990s, we should no longer be willful and should not live up to our parents’ expectations of us. Therefore, from now on, let us use our own way to repay our parents and go to I love my parents and thank them for their selfless nurturing and sincere devotion to us. Diary Composition Part 4 of the Third Grade of Junior High School

Meow Year, Meow Moon and Meow Day

I am a cat, a pure white cat Ragdoll cat. Because the white color was too pure, the owner gave me a resounding name - Aguai. Although I resisted many times, I was always regarded as overly excited because I liked the name too much. Okay, I accept my fate, I surrender. Human thinking is indeed not easy to understand.

　Meow Year, Meow Moon, Meow Day

Today, let’s talk about my master. For her, my understanding only stops at the three words "female madman". I can't imagine how her ladylike skin hides a crazy woman's heart. The most unreasonable thing is that she actually has a boyfriend! Oh my god, I think that a charming and charming Yushu Linfeng like me, who can be cute, coquettish, pretend to be serious, and playful, doesn’t even have a girlfriend yet, but she has a boyfriend. ? ! I...I no longer have the courage to face the world. I want to eat fish for lunch to eat fish until I die!

Meow Year, Meow Moon, Meow Day

After being stimulated by the owner, I decided to express my love to Amo next door. Poisoned by the TV series, I chose a way to express my love in a way that I thought I would never be rejected: "Amo, will you marry me? You only need to answer me with one word!" Amo really only answered with one word. asked my question, but I didn’t get her, because what she said was: “Bah.” Diary Composition Part 5 of the Third Grade

We all say that the person we love most in this world is ourselves, but, Do you truly love yourself?

I just want to say, if you love me, please love me deeply!

You know you want a warm and happy family, but you don’t devote yourself to your family. Do you love yourself? You know that you long for a sweet and happy love, but you always get into trouble over little things. Do you love yourself? You are looking for a frank friendship, but you never take the initiative to care about your friends. Do you love yourself?

If you love, please love deeply. Only if you love with your heart can you get what you want. Many good things in life appear before you are ready, so you don’t have to panic. Being calm and composed is the best attitude. Because if you care too much, fear and cowardice will haunt you, making it difficult for you to express your true self. If you love yourself, then express yourself confidently and don't care about other people's comments. Maybe that's jealousy and an evil deed that wants to discourage you. So, don't be fooled, otherwise you will stab someone else's knife into your own belly, and you will endure the pain and bleed. Is it too cruel to love yourself this way? Indeed, this is not love, it is naked harm!

Follow it with all your might for what you want. Remember, if you love, please love deeply.

If you don’t push yourself hard, you will never know how much potential you have, and you will never be side by side with success!

If you love, love deeply; if you fight, fight with all your might! Diary composition for the third grade of junior high school, Part 6

On a sunny morning, I accidentally heard that very familiar melody again - "Tomorrow will be better" from the CD. Yes, that’s the song! Suddenly, I stopped, and a sense of intimacy, as if I had met an old acquaintance I hadn't seen for many years, immediately filled my heart. I couldn't help but think carefully: When exactly did I hear this... Ah, by the way, isn't this the same song we played at the last class meeting in the third year of junior high school last year? Oh, how nostalgic it is! With this melodious melody, I couldn't help but feel the atmosphere of the class meeting at that time...

I remember that before school was over that afternoon, our Grade 3 Class 11 had the last themed class meeting... The weather was also bad that day. It was also exceptionally clear, and the orange-red sunlight, which was approaching dusk, slanted into the window and flowed quietly on every desk in the classroom, and on the affectionate faces. We, in the sunshine, had mixed feelings, waiting quietly in a strange mood, waiting for the last item of the class meeting - the closing song. The music started, and the song "Tomorrow Will Be Better" echoed throughout the classroom, everywhere. My heart seemed to be moved by it. Pictures of my junior high school days came to my mind, and things that happened in this classroom kept reappearing in my mind. Around me, the hearts of the students were softened by the music, and their eyes were wet with tears.

Now, this feeling has magically appeared again, and again, I still can’t help but think about the past. Look at it now, it has been almost a year since I left the third grade of junior high school, and the emotion for the third grade of junior high school is so deep, as if there is something long and vague in my heart that is closely connected to it.

Learning must be the most eternal theme throughout the third year of junior high school. Because I was facing the high school entrance examination that I had prepared for for more than a thousand days. Tired, indeed tired, but I really didn’t feel any pain. Everything passed in a hurry, as if I accidentally jumped from the third grade of junior high school to the first grade of high school. Oh, maybe I say this a little bit indifferently, but I really don’t feel the pain of learning in my heart.

In order to prepare for the high school entrance examination, the grade arranged extra classes for our winter vacation and every Saturday morning. Who wouldn’t want to take a break? How would I want to go in the first place? It was the first extra class after the summer vacation of the second grade of junior high school. I simply packed a few books and a pen in the morning, then lazily got on my bicycle and rode to school. Along the way, I looked at the elderly people doing morning exercises and the overpass that they passed yesterday when they went out to play. August is not over yet. At that time I really wanted to turn around and go straight to the park! Alas, I had no choice but to force myself to ride towards school. But I don’t know why, but after taking it two or three times, I didn’t hate going to extra classes so much. Teachers often tell us stories about the last grade three of junior high school, wrapping a long and interesting plot around bare learning. In our hearts, there is also a sense of mission born, and we are determined to embark on this road. Gradually, every Saturday from then on, we faced the early morning sun on weekends and embarked on the path of seeking knowledge. People become more diligent and feel more and more relaxed, perhaps because they have a sense of solidity in their hearts due to hard work. In the third year of junior high school, it is so easy for you to gradually fall in love with learning, as if a student has spent eight years in a daze and finally found the goal of life in the ninth year. For this goal, we study willingly every day... A small sense of accomplishment sprouted in this small junior high school garden, growing up day by day, as if gestating a kind of power.

In the third year of junior high school, of course I didn’t come alone. Perhaps only when you are about to lose it can you feel the preciousness of something! My classmates and old friends who have been with me for more than two years are about to break up in less than a year. In a few months, this classroom, which is still full of atmosphere and bustling now, will be empty. How many months?

These forty old friends who were looking at the blue sky yesterday and laughing and joking that their graduation was far away went their separate ways in the blink of an eye. And in the remaining room, we will accompany the next class of junior high school students to play out our story again.

Although it was said that we had not been studying together with our old friends for a long time, we were not enveloped by the sadness of this parting, but cherished this precious time even more. "Study", this is really the soul of the third grade of junior high school! In the past, things that were the opposite of it from certain angles have now been assimilated by it: in the first grade of junior high school, I put down my homework and went out riding with my friends; in the second grade of junior high school, I put down my pen and picked up the phone to chat wildly with my classmates; and In the third year of junior high school, I have to accompany my old friends to choose books, evaluate each other's articles with them, work with them to collect review materials for various subjects, and discuss exercises... Has it changed? The old friends suddenly seemed to have become the closest comrades-in-arms, and we all held hands and walked forward side by side. ——At that time, learning also became a bridge to convey friendship. On that path by the river to the west of the school, from autumn to winter, and from winter to spring, how much laughter we shed - to celebrate the high scores in the test, to celebrate the overcoming of the problem, and the "hodgepodge" Small talk. Haha, we are optimistic and let the pressure of study go away. In the third grade of junior high school, we sunbathed our teeth every day.

"Beijing reported a new clinically diagnosed case of SARS today..." When these strings of words came out of the TV inexplicably, they knocked your ears coldly. At that time, no one would have expected that our school life in the third grade of junior high school would end prematurely in Nuanchun April...

It was April 22 last year. I heard some students say in the morning Classes are about to be suspended. I didn't believe it at the time because the school announced on the radio the day before that "we are not planning to suspend classes." Moreover, the head teacher, Mr. Shi, had just arranged a daily disinfection plan for our class yesterday. However, it was so unprepared that classes were suspended just after noon. The green flower leaves that had just been watered at noon were still dripping with clear water. God knew that once classes were suspended this time, this potted flower would have to spend a month and a half alone, so that in the end it was so dry that it was about to die! But what followed was another new learning life.

What is the best way to describe it? "Submarine" must be pretty good! Starting from April 23, my "submarine" life officially began. On the first day after classes were suspended, I opened the window. sky! The road outside the window was brightly illuminated by the sun, and the roaring sound of car motors in the past became very quiet. The streets were quiet and had a pantomime feel to them. Shocked? The screams of ambulances in the distance explained it all - SARS was coming, and the city seemed to have lost its soul. No wonder, in those days, more than a hundred people living around us were infected every day... Maybe it was because of the tense atmosphere in the early days of SARS that I didn't go out for ten days, and I didn't go out after ten days. Just go out occasionally. Open the windows to ventilate and disinfect, and then sit in your small room and start reading and doing questions. Perhaps to get rid of the fear of SARS, I would rather study hard all day long than stop. I am afraid that my brain will stop and I will think wildly, thinking that one day the virus will fall from the sky and scare me.

This time is different from going to school. There is no teacher’s explanation, no teacher’s supervision... But this is no problem for me, I got used to it immediately. After making a preliminary plan and arranging time, I started reviewing in a down-to-earth manner. I can accomplish a lot of things every day, and I feel like my time has been fully utilized like never before. Plans are being completed one by one, and my mood is becoming more and more relaxed.

The calendar in front of the table is filled with symbols like "Milestones of March". While studying, don’t forget to communicate with old friends and talk with teachers. The distance in space cannot stop my plan to study together with my old friends. Phone calls, text messages on mobile phones, emails, and online forums have suddenly become the main ways to communicate with the outside world, completely replacing going out. Also, the "Classroom in the Sky" I watched on BTV8 in the evenings.

A month and a half passed quickly, and the high school entrance examination was right around the corner. SARS allowed me, a junior high school student, to learn to arrange my studies independently, develop strong perseverance, and become more confident. A student who had just stepped out of his teenage years faced the dual challenges of natural disasters and life goals, and laughed to the end with the strength and confidence he learned from it. All this has made a huge difference in my life in the third grade of junior high school - being born in the third grade of junior high school in 20xx AD is amazing! I am proud of this. Diary Composition for the Third Grade of Junior High School, Chapter 7

There are countless stars twinkling in the night sky, and I know that there is always one that belongs to me. What I never have is, of course, the expectation and yearning for dreams. On the road to dreaming - persistence is success.

I remember the moment I fell to the ground, the dream began to accompany me throughout my life. When I was a child, I dreamed of growing up quickly and going to school, and the teacher would reward me with lollipops. When I was in kindergarten, I wanted to be a butterfly and fly freely. When I was in elementary school, my dream became even more "great": exam times I will get 100 points every time I take the test, and I will always be "excellent" on my report card. I will never get sick, I will never grow up, I can do whatever I want...

When my parents criticize me, I dream of becoming a mother soon, and I can do whatever I want...

I educate my children without being restricted by my parents; when my grades are not ideal, I dream of becoming a teacher who can grade homework "rampantly"; when I see the Olympic gold medalists, I also dream of becoming an athlete. Winning glory for the country, winning honor for myself... I have many dreams, and they are all presented one by one on the road to dreaming.

But then I thought about it, it’s too tiring for mothers to make money and take care of their children; teachers have to prepare lessons and mark test papers every day, which is too tiring; athletes have to endure the pain of injuries and perseverance. Training is too much for me; then...become a doctor? You can contribute your own strength by treating patients. But I heard that I have to race against time every day to perform surgery, which doesn’t seem to be easy. It seems that the dream is not close to me.

I like reading books. When I saw the writers’ “elves” jumping around in the books, I came up with the idea of ??becoming a writer again. Although many writers have occupational diseases and are often tortured by illnesses, they can What's wrong with leaving your true thoughts in a notebook for everyone to appreciate and read? But I know that dreams are not so easy, and you have to pay the price for your dreams.

That night, I took out my most exquisite notebook, and the cover read: Ye You's Diary. Then write the date on the first line of the first page and record the most interesting things that you think that day.

Every time I write a word, I feel like I am taking another step forward in pursuing my dreams, slowly moving towards my dreams.

One day, one week, one month... As the study burden increased, I gradually couldn't hold on anymore, but I secretly told myself in my heart: Persistence is success.

Sometimes, at nine o'clock in the evening, I am still writing furiously; sometimes, you can still see my busy figure during the journey. As day after day passes, my notebook fills up! This is really a memorable moment. I bought a new book with the cover saying: Ye You’s Diary (2). I know this is the gift that persistence gave me.

I took a deep breath, the previous entanglements no longer existed, and I was slowly moving forward to Ye You’s Diary (3)... Composition 8 of the Diary of the Third Grade of Junior High School

"Everyone said Tell me, what do you want to do after the high school entrance examination?" "I want to..." a voice said. "I think..." another voice said. "I have to race against time to improve my quality. "A Dream of Red Mansions", "The Merchant of Venice", and "The Sorrows of Young Werther" are my summer vacation trilogy; I will exercise for an hour every day; I will memorize the entire "English Square"; I will gain more experience, I am traveling; I insist on practicing calligraphy every day, and I also need to learn computer operation and informatics; I will study for the Olympics in the third grade of junior high school in July, and preview the textbooks for the first grade of senior high school in August; I also need to learn the Erhu; study... and..." - This is me speech.

"Haoyu, what are you going to do these days?" "My high school entrance examination results have not come down, I feel uneasy, and I can't stand reading." "But -, okay."

"Hey, please look for Zhang Rui...Zhang, how was the high school entrance examination?" "Haoyu, the aunt in the class today said that your score..." "Hey, Lu Haoyu, you did well in the exam..." < /p>

"I'm going to study hard today!" "Yes" So I picked up "A Dream of Red Mansions", and who knew that at the beginning there were such sentences as "there is a lot of fun and busyness" and "a day when you are happy and fat", and then read it again If you read a thick book, try another one. "The Merchant of Venice", Shakespeare's famous play, but the name is too hard to remember - Launcelot Goblet, Gratiano, Stephano, or "The Sorrows of Young Werther" is better. "Goethe" is inherently better than "Goethe" "Shakespeare" is shorter, not to mention "Werther" than "Antonio"! But the sentences in "Werther" are too profound and even make me feel unintelligible. When I thought that it was translated, I began to doubt the translator's level, and suddenly became furious, " I’m going to buy a new one..." July 10 "Oh, when I was in the third year of junior high school, due to the pressure of the high school entrance examination, I kept shaking my head towards the Olympics. Now here I am - wait a minute, reading these is useful now. I'm about to go to high school. Reading this is simply a waste of my precious time.

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