Who can give me some diaries worth 400-500? The requirement is to play and travel and experience it personally. I have to write one separately and another one.

Article: The Taste of Growth

I accidentally found a doll in a dusty corner on the balcony. She patted the dust away, showing a pair of big watery eyes with affection. The feeling of looking at her makes me think of infinite reveries.
Smiling Sun, a little girl is holding a doll in the pigtails of a man who is courting her. The sunshine reflects the innocence, telling a beautiful fairy tale. Unknowingly, the little girl grew up, put down the doll in her hand, picked up her schoolbag and walked towards the palace of knowledge. The childish knowledge gradually faded away, but her face still had an innocent smile and innocent eyes. Later, after years of hard work, she was admitted to a provincial key middle school. Every day from morning to night, she piled a pile of books. It was very difficult for her, and she did not complain because she felt that she was full of knowledge. . The teacher's encouragement prompted her to make progress; a cup of fragrant coffee with milk was a mother's spirit multiplier, and every family's greetings gave her unlimited strength. She feels lucky and has a smile on her face every day. She always faces everything optimistically, but she also has a sentimental side. She will definitely burst into tears when exposed to the plot on TV.
She, like many girls, loved fairy tales such as rag dolls, and now she had to give them up to fight for a better future. Because of failure and success, she was ecstatic with her mother, and she also cried. She would act like a spoiled child, and would be a little sister under the care of a big sister...
She is a real person who has grown up since childhood. A girl who has never suffered setbacks and enjoys happiness. Then a familiar song came: "I have grown up, grown up..." Yes, I have grown up, and I am no longer a carefree child. I'll be in the back corner with the doll in hand. Looking out the window at the vast sky, more thoughts are in my mind.


Article: The pain and joy of the first day of life

The sun is scorching hot, and the flowers blooming in the sun are afraid to show their charming smiles. The breeze, slowly leaving summer, also quietly brought a gust of cold wind, but it also ruthlessly swept away my first day, leaving only deep memories for me.
***We are in the classroom, playing naughty lessons after school... Everything is as fresh and vivid as yesterday's things in my mind.
The naughty guy in PE class, our class’s favorite class.
"Freedom of Movement" When the physical education teacher shouts this sentence, we are tired of it. At one moment, we are like Popeye eating spinach, and the whole body is full of energy. The playground suddenly
became calm and boiling: the "manly man" on the basketball court in our class under the scorching sun, started the name of the way, basketball, all with strong skills, all showed long, and after people watched, there was vomiting for 3 days - skills With all the efforts required, the masters in the badminton room also played an active role. The sweat splashed everywhere by others still refused to give up. The gentle and pleasant female students happily skipped rope in a group of teams under the shade of the trees... ....The most fun, intense and exciting thing is to play "Pig's Knuckle Beat" - male and female students are divided into 2 groups, one group is surrounded by a circle outside, and then one group gets a basketball Another hit is on the person's foot inside, and whoever hits it will come out to see which group wins the longest. Screams, laughter, and calls for help were mixed together, making the whole scene very lively. They liked it, and everyone put aside all their worries. It turned out that they were naughty, cheerful, and active, laughing and going crazy... The laughter, their faces, and the humorous speeches made us intoxicated. , something interesting, gave me a smile, not knowing the next get out of class bell will ring in a hasty rush.
Hey! Not Sunday, every day. It rang quickly, forcing the second, and we plunged into intense study and walked to the classroom.
With the pen in hand, I carefully listened to the teacher's teaching and took notes on the notebook while my brain continued to work, following the teacher's progress. It can be said to be official. The school bell has taught us many lessons. Stay up late reading and completing assignments, book workbooks, final preparations before teaching.
At the end of a busy day, all of us were tired, and after repeated defeats, we finally defeated the temptation from the dream god to a warm and comfortable bed, and began to explore beautiful dreams... < br />Working hard every day, working hard, and studying every night have allowed us to win impressive results. Sweet smiles hang on our faces again. ...The first day of colorful life is like a bowl of soup containing our laughter and sadness. It also left unforgettable memories in the annals of our lives.

Article: I learned to discover that America

The way to growth is like the colorful flowers on the roadside in the rhythm of the spring rain, under the vigorous thunder of the United States The wind sways and rustles, the whirling sway dance of autumn rustles, the upright erection of numerous winter snows. As long as you observe carefully and always pay attention to one side, you will find that the United States is actually all around us.
In the spring when the little lotus just showed its sharp horns, I was walking aimlessly on the street, enjoying the natural and fresh breath of the spring rain. I saw a large group of people in front of me. It turned out that, I didn’t know, evil and naughty The guy covered in Yin opened a passerby who was trapped inside, and several young and energetic young men were trying to save him from passers-by. The crowd gradually dispersed, and I saw the rescued man, wearing a suit and tie, wearing a Gold-rimmed glasses, maybe because he was trapped, he looked a little tired, his hair was a little messy, but he still had a pair of sparkling eyes. He put his suit and briefcase aside and covered it on the ground again. , followed briskly. Caring about the personal safety of others, this is love! In the winter, thousands of pear trees are blooming, and there are many children in red vests floating in the sky, some holding trumpets, and some Holding signs and holding collection boxes, their hands and faces were cold and red, like their red vests, on the sparsely traveled road, they needed to see a passerby rushing over and surrounding him. When the man took Taking out their wallets and donating generously, they loudly thanked the man and bowed neatly; and the others waved fiercely and they were gone. Their red vests seemed to have lost their luster, and they all seemed to have lost it, but they quickly I calmed down and rushed to the next passerby. I was curious about people's donations, so I waved at them and they came up to me quickly and said, "Sister, give love to help children with leukemia!" I took the money out of the cash box easily and they exchanged it I looked at them, smiled, with a red face, and said repeatedly: "Thank you, thank you." Looking at their leaving figures, it was like a flame burning the warm red vest of the audience.
Provide your own love, this is love!
The way to economic growth is to open up more flowers, which are densely packed in clumps, colorful, and decorated in more and more beautiful ways!


Chapter 4: Feeling Nursing

Nursing is a spring breeze that warms everyone’s heart; nursing is a torch that illuminates everyone’s life Travel; nursing is a clear spring that nourishes everyone's heart. Nursing is a safe haven and soothes every return trip. The nagging maternal love "Slacker, get up when you want to sleep!" Early in the morning, this is the mother's "British Sea" wake-up call. "Let me... let me sleep for a while..." "If you don't get up, you'll be late!" Hearing "late", I straightened up and combed my hair. "Come and have breakfast!" my mother shouted. "Don't eat" How can you not eat? Eating breakfast is harmful to health and has no strength, but it also affects study... "Well, again, I desperately covered my ears and ran away from home. My mother's words also rang in my ears: "Why are you walking so fast? Be careful to fall back!" "Class, listen carefully, and have a good relationship with the students..." "God, please forgive me!" It's so annoying to have to endure this nagging every day! But did my mother's nagging, not caring reveal it to me too?
Sincere friendship
One day, my friend Xiaoqi and I went to the countryside. On the way, I suddenly stumbled over a big stone and fell. The bright red blood left me immediately. I felt hurt and afraid to move my legs. When Xiaoqi saw me, she immediately helped me up and asked me if it hurt. I said: "I won't hurt you anymore." "No, you are broken like this, how can I play with peace of mind? I will take you to the hospital." Along the way, she helped me walk slowly, and later on Her own, I will. Mine is shorter and fatter than hers, and her body is shorter and fatter than her own, so I naturally have a little difficulty. When we finally arrived at the hospital, I cried when I saw the sweat on her cheeks. Friends, I want to tell you that you have made me experience true friendship.
Dear Teacher
"Zero -" As soon as the bell rang, the students all clamored to leave the classroom. I'm the only one still thinking about a math problem. "Teacher, would you like to talk to me about this problem?" It was the teacher in class who listened to my words and walked towards me with a smile, my topic. His story, I suddenly discovered, black hair, teacher Chang Yin. It reminds me of the teacher who is sick in class and does not belong to course. Every time in the dead of night, he is in these positions and reminds me of the teacher. It reminds me of the teacher... think of our care, teachers, one after another. , comes to mind. The hard work the teacher has put in for us, what can we return to the teacher? I looked at the teacher and said quietly: "Teacher, thank you for your hard work.

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Chapter Five: It’s a Joke to Provoke Evil

After a while, the class sailed away, standing on the railing and playing with the classmates. I A sudden thought: Good boy, don't call me when you are having fun here. Let's see how I deal with you.
Gently, I walked around his body, and he suddenly patted me, and then I immediately squatted down. He lowered his body and looked around blindly. He didn't notice anything. People were looking at me and asked him. I didn’t know he found me so quickly. Li Qizhi came to me and asked me: “Who shot me in front? "I don't know." I said, holding back my laughter, but in the end, I couldn't help laughing. As a result, Li Fan kicked my feet behind me. I knew he had found him. I kicked him. I stood up and kicked him. He kicked my feet. I suddenly became angry and pushed him away. When he fell, I grabbed it, and he and I fell.
His head was knocked to the ground, bright red, bright red blood flowed out, and then came down. I like to meet like him without paying any attention, nothing.
Night, I thought about it, and I always felt that I was wrong today. They couldn't sleep, and it seemed that the sound of ambulances could be heard from time to time in their ears
The next day, I found out in the morning that he had a brain transplant Shock.
After school at noon, I rushed to the hospital immediately. Seeing him so weak, I couldn't help but shed tears. I apologized to him and he forgave me.
This is a joke!

Chapter Six: Notes on the Mood of a Slave in Exams

Just now, I suddenly felt like I couldn’t breathe. Floating and sinking is like a drowning person, his body is weighed down by rocks, and he takes a breath.
Living with depression incarcerated. All of it, grades, tests, being criticized, working to the worst and even going backwards, this is a nightmare, I beg you, let me wake up.
I would open the window and breathe the air like crazy, no matter if it was fresh or not, I would try to lean out of the window, the only way I could escape from the absurd world for a while, I would lie on the floor , the floor cooled down and made me feel so reassured. Tirelessly annoying sounds and rapid breathing in my ears every second, I feel like I have been swallowed up, close to your eyes, no paper, teacher rejection, giving up....all in the scene before the screening.
I am scared, timid, and withdrawn. I am decadent and throw away all the tedious things, but I know that I am now standing at the crossroads of life, and there are four voices saying to me: "We are going to Go to the end! "My banghuang extension, I don't know where to go, who can help me?" I imagined the rhinoceros roaring, roaring, like the wind I imagined sweeping across the earth, and I wanted revenge, revenge that would make the world even more miserable than Hugo's "Les Misérables."
Maybe you will laugh at me, is there a little frustration, you need to climb from where to fall! Yes, I am weak, I am overwhelmed. Evil spirits extort money in a daze. You have to climb over and over again, do you always care about this if you want to climb up? Finally descend again, again and again. I gave up, and another one in my mind said to me: "Once again, you can do it, come on!" What do you think I should do? What to do?
This is me - a test slave's mood notes.


Chapter 7: Dad loves to smoke

I have a father who loves to smoke. He is 37 years old. He is not short and not tall. He is about 37 years old. He is 6 meters tall, with dark skin and a very clear spirit. Only his teeth, which were yellowed by smoke, I don't like.
Dad likes to smoke, he doesn’t smoke, but luckily, the suction power is not good. He holds the leg of the cigarette between the index and middle fingers of his right hand on the table. He puts a lighter in his left hand, skillfully lights the cigarette in his right hand, and swallows the cloud. Take a big mouthful of mist and then slowly enjoy the taste of any delicious food. Dad could smoke several packs of cigarettes a day, and because of all the cigarettes Dad smoked, his nails turned yellow. Once we finished our dinner, there was the drama "Heroes of the Sui and Tang Dynasties" that was on, so I turned on the TV and took a look at his nails. , because my father smoked for 10 years, the smoke turned yellow. At this time, my father started his "work". My father walked around the house for the first time. After a while, my father sat on the gauze hair and knocked his legs. I lit the cigarette and inhaled deeply from time to time. The cigarette ashes accidentally got on my clothes. My father quickly stood up and swept away the soot and dust on his clothes. I laughed when I saw it. I gave my father a shameless ghost.

I persuaded my father and my mother many times to quit smoking. My father agreed, but after twelve o'clock, his old habit relapsed, and my father started smoking. My father brushed his teeth every night and made the sound of vomiting, he could get someone's worry, I used to ask my dad to cut some, but he just didn't listen, and also joked that smoking is good for health.
Father, smoking is harmful to your physical and mental health. Care about your own life. You will lose one puff of cigarette!


Chapter 8: Nervous Examination

The classroom was filled with sincere tranquility and the smell of intense examination. I watched the support pen of the TV series that had been glaring on the flat tabletop for a long time soaked in sweat, and I tried to calm myself down as much as possible. But the heartbeat is very strong, the same impact as the snare drum: "Dong dong, bang, pound, bang..." The body is still trembling.
When the teacher’s paper came down, I touched the test paper with my hand and turned it over. Ah! The inevitable face, with sweat rushing down like waves, is a nightmare!
I reluctantly picked up the pen and wrote my name, class, and the bleak life on the test paper in front of me. I thought, I must remind myself not to be nervous, don’t be nervous, it will pass, don’t be afraid, write it, write it!
Write it! The first question is to read the pinyin and write the words! Hate! Hey! We thought that in the past, but also because he was so nervous before the injury, I wasn't done. It is possible to pass an exam and actually become a failure! Oh, what a misfortune, write it down. But...

The confusion of panic destroys everything short. I wanted to be overwhelmed by the chaos, and finally I decided to write, so whether it was thirty-seven twenty-one, or twenty-two, the writing time slowly passed, and suddenly I heard ding ding... first class. ah! I didn’t write the article. It’s over. I have to finish it quickly. I think the next lesson is one of them. I also wrote the fifth championship. Even in the second category, what should I do if I haven’t finished it yet! Coming...
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes! No reading at the end, then class. I like the surprise of the thesis title when I kill the enemy on the battlefield!
In an article I wrote before, ah! Teacher He! How to write this article? At this time, the teacher announced the end of the exam in 20 minutes and asked the person..., I thought, there was no time to finish. It's terrible, it's terrible, what should I do... The next radical teacher and classmate wrote: The most childish writing, there is no time, it hurts!
My paper did not close until the end of the exam and the sheet disappeared, alas! "I sighed and said: "Finally free!


Chapter 9: Memories of the Past

I was very young, when I was seven or eight years old. One night, I was lying in bed, I fell asleep very quickly. When I woke up suddenly, I found that my mother sleeping beside me had disappeared. I was stupid, I was anxious and shouted: "Mom! Mom!" Grandma came from the next room and said: "Don't shout, go to sleep quickly, your mother goes to the hospital." Hospital? Hospital why? "Ask." the child. "Grandma said, oh, my mother finally gave me a younger brother or sister. Thinking, the figure of my mother with a big belly appeared in front of me. Thinking like this, I dreamed of Enron. The next day, I heard that my My mother gave birth to a little brother, and I can say that he jumped three feet high with joy. A few days later, when my mother was discharged from the hospital, I saw that his little brother was wrapped in a "candle bag" with amused little eyes and a red face. , it’s really cute, I sat on the bed and said: "The little guy calls me sister." "WALL-E..." The little brother could only make some strange sounds that were like the language of aliens. Not understanding him, I had to walk the distance. My brother is also like other children. He will sit at six months and crawl at eight months to say goodbye to "alien language" and gradually begin to learn to speak. I was bored and we liked his brother who was happy. One day, my brother sat Playing on the carpet, he kept making various sounds. He said: "Chili". I asked him: "Chili"? "He said: "Tududu". I asked him: Who is "Tududu"? "When he saw me pestering him, he said impatiently: "Stupid". I quickly asked: "Who is 'stupid'? "Who would have known that my brother would actually speak eloquently and say in a clear voice: "Sister! "My nose is crooked and I want to slap him. He is so cute and they are willing to be angry? I muttered in your mouth that he is a "little hooligan." Both my parents knew this, and they laughed so hard that they said to me: "You are asking for trouble." Stick out your tongue and don't speak.
These things have long passed but are still fresh in my memory. Today, my brother and I have grown up and those things have become my best memories.

Chapter 10: Momentary Beautiful Memories
I have reached the age of twelve. At the age of 12, I have gradually grown from a chirping baby learning language to a healthy and upward person. Young people have experienced countless things, joy, sorrow, happiness, sadness. However, when things are over, everything becomes a memory. If memory were likened to a beach, then one thing would be temporary, it would be the most spectacular and beautiful pearls in the shells, which have always been my treasured memories.
Back in 1999, when I was 4 years old, I came out of the Curiosity Gymnastics Training Center and the admissions exam included sit-ups. I broke other records and scored 32 points, becoming the first one ever. The first time I came to the first place without any effort, I was naturally very happy and interested in gymnastics, and then embarked on the road of gymnastics for three years. Of particular importance to gymnasts is arm strength and endurance. So, every morning, my mother and I get up at six o'clock, run about 2 kilometers, do push-ups, sit-ups, and pull-ups. At first, I couldn't pull up, and my parents were very worried about making a horizontal bar exercise at home. A few days of hard work were not in vain. I went from one, two, 40, 50, in just two months... In 2001, I was selected by the principal of the Provincial Sports School with excellent results. My classmate and I were elected at the same time, and she was on the road to setting up a home school. After all, the Provincial Physical Education School is a very good school, and excellent students gather here. I just came here, and I know that bullying is commonplace. In my It seemed that no one dared to bully the only former top-level coach, so I started practicing hard and practicing with others. I practiced 10 times, and while others were learning this move, I slipped. I learned more difficult moves from other teams... So, I became the captain and also the coach's key training target. The most impressive test was that I will always be the most proud number in my life as a student coach. Appreciate my time doing sit-ups, 1028.
If they work hard, there will be equal rewards - this is what I have learned in my gymnastics career in 2002. With outstanding results, I got a satisfactory answer from my coach, parents and myself...
Later, due to various reasons, I interrupted my gymnastics life and it became my most cherished memory. I was 4 years old and I was only 5. Until I was 7 years old, it seems to have become my own example. Some people have been unable to achieve their goals and ideals this year, but with perseverance and persistence this year, I have been inspired even in another year. The bright road inspires me to overcome obstacles, overcome difficulties, and climb to the peak. This collection of memories reminds me of the motivation to move forward.


Chapter 10: Laughter. About life

Life is not as perfect as we imagine, not the ideal life in our minds. Life is like a surging sea, and the sea becomes choppy and the ups and downs of life are like. The taste of a bowl of soup, a bowl of ups and downs of "cream soup", can only be drunk clearly. Life is like a big dye vat. Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, purple can only be distinguished by dyeing. , see Chu.
In life, we will inevitably suffer setbacks, but we will inevitably suffer the whipping of the goddess of fate. Weak-willed people will fall in life, but they will be empty. Bladder, a person with a slightly stronger will, is full of confidence in the beginning of life. Life is a challenge, and they use their unyielding bright red color to pass it before, but when the test of life will come again, they retreat, and finally, as a People have the strongest will, they are not afraid to face the tests of life, they always stick to their beliefs and will not give up until the last minute, and despair turns into hope! Such people are often able to defeat fate, they control their own destiny, Weak-willed people surrender and ask fate to manipulate them! Facing setbacks, sometimes it is not because it is insurmountable and there is no challenge, but because we dare not challenge, things will become difficult to face. The same setbacks, life, and spinning in circles, some people cower, they complain, complain about the sky, blame the building, and complain about why he is such a cruel reality, complain about everything they know, how can they forget everything except Blame your own cowardice, some people smile at life, life is good, life is bad, accept it. After cheering for victory, they looked back and smiled, brave and proud of their predicament. They face a peaceful life with a positive and optimistic attitude. Just like the great inventor Thomas Edison, when he was 67, his laboratory suffered a fire, causing damage of over $2 million. His father, his son was sad to say that his father was no longer young and now everything was in vain. Edison was the fire that burned its own value, its own fallacy completely, and thank God he could start over. Just three months after the fire, he started his first gramophone.

When you experience ruthless disasters in life, you still have to thank God. He allows us to repent, let us reflect, and let us summarize---He is like this. From disasters and setbacks, we discover the value. My friends, our frustrations are like Edison. We sincerely appreciate life, face difficulties with a positive and happy attitude, like to eat big meals, fine-grained, and chew slowly; like to play games, challenge him with such a relaxed and happy mood, and eventually you will find yourself in them music!


Chapter 11: Student Ratio from a "Small" View

Why study it for writing? This seemingly simple question is actually a question worth thinking about. If you ask a complete article and are good at writing, he may have a FEFE brain to think over and over again. For you, maybe, he will answer without thinking, just for the exam. , in fact, the answer is, in the starry sky, today, we discuss this issue in our composition class, allowing everyone to observe their own shortcomings from childhood.
I just had a composition class during the long holiday. The teacher was naturally unfamiliar to us, but he often left a deep impression on people. The king of teachers, no, it should be called Pharaoh to reflect the relationship between teachers and students. This is the theory of friends. The teacher is very humorous and can lead the students. It is obvious at a glance that he is an experienced senior. First, the teacher raised a question: Why should students learn to write papers? At the beginning, everyone felt that somehow, even? puzzled, but after a lot of explanations from the teacher, we came to the understanding, and they have raised their hands to answer more and more people, roughly summed up , we summarized ***12 BA examples: Writing is a traditional way of checking the overall quality level, which is of great help for future work, enriching life, understanding history... one of the earliest, we did not Who are the candidates who say it, but actually understand the psychology well, but are too embarrassed to say it, or the teacher triggers it, and the writing is inaccurate? Subsequently, we discussed the next question, which is the "standard of excellent writing". When it comes to standards, there are really many words that can be seen like writing, specific examples of writing are expressed, the selection of materials is typical; the key points are combined , but it is also a real feeling, elegant and profound concept, which we can feel from the story of the white-haired girl. This article comes from Dreamweaver
In addition, writing must be accurate and neat, and it is also necessary if There are good articles, but there are tons of typos, the above text will belittle the future of writing, etc. So we should be literate, write, write with our own personality, show our literary talents, and make more and better articles. < br />Today’s lesson, so I really learned a lot of knowledge on the question?, talking about it today, they don’t look at the words, but it is also an adventure, take an overview of your language level, how is it, this is to exercise yourself Ah.
In the past, my writing level was average, but the scores I wrote today seemed far away. I have to work harder for the big and small exams in the future.


Chapter 12: Bragging about my hometown

Speaking of my hometown, it is very beautiful all year round. If you don’t believe it, let me introduce to you my lovely hometown! />Spring, every morning, when my uncle announced the dawn of the rooster, the sun rose up, like a painter, and the clouds were dyed fiery red. At this time, the earth woke up and sprouted willow trees. The willow trees swayed in the breeze, as if to welcome the spring. Arrival. The little swallows flew back from the south, flying freely in the sky. The grass was naughty and naughty on the ground, bathed in the spring sunshine, sucking the nectar of spring,
The slender girl rose to the sky. , some are in bud, shy little girls, some are showing off their beauty, blooming like bright big flowers, with big umbrellas held open by poplar trees as inches, so people enjoying the shade under it sit on the roadside,... ...
The scene of the autumn harvest is beautiful, and there are prosperous scenes everywhere in my hometown. The sorghum's face is flushed, and the rice is smiling at itself, so it is doubled and beautiful, in the blue sky, southbound in the distance. The wild geese are flying, flying side by side, looking back, if they say at home: "Goodbye, lovely home, next spring, we will be back!" "As a poetic autumn, his hometown! Everyone is nostalgic and forgets to leave!"
In winter, the snow swirls down. She liked the fog lights, running like emeralds, and took a closer look at the stray snowflakes: some, like plum blossoms, and some, like five-pointed stars... really beautiful. When the snow stopped, I walked out and saw the same white quilts in my hometown. The children went out to play, making snowball fights, making snowmen, and then laughing, like birds coming to happiness. At this time, my hometown is like a fairyland.

Ah, hometown, I love you!
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