My diary

The day has come to an end, and there must be a lot of feelings, so we have to write a diary. What is the appropriate way to write a diary? Below are 5 articles of my diary that I have carefully compiled. You are welcome to read them. I hope you all like them. My Diary Part 1

In summer, I squeezed through the crowds and went to the legendary Qinghai Lake.

When we first entered the gate, the air was not fresh - yes, this is just a sightseeing bus stop. According to the tour guide, we still need to drive 7 or 8 minutes to Qinghai Lake. . Along the way, I looked at the vast Gobi desert beside me, which gave me a sense of simplicity and tranquility. Looking further, I saw something cunningly hidden.

A few steps away from Qinghai Lake, a breeze swept away all the questions, confusion and curiosity. The freedom of the beach allows us to run as much as we want, carefree and unrestrained.

When the palm of your hand touches the lake water, a new feeling is like being reborn, and it feels like a precious jade liquid, which can make people drunk, laughing up to the sky, and playing wildly in this wonderland all day long ; The wind is always a naughty child, paddling the water back and forth, playing tricks at will; the waves chase each other, seemingly very happy, one pushes, and the other stumbles and rolls onto the shore. I looked at the waves and let them wash over my feet. Looking at the waves, my thoughts are flying: I like the waves, it can bend and stretch, and can kiss the hard rocks with its soft lips. Or, I want to be like it and trample the whole world under my feet! "

I think of Tianmu Lake in my hometown, an AAA tourist attraction with unique scenery and... Hey, in front of Qinghai Lake, I'm afraid I can only be called a nobody!

" Qinghai Lake! Your majestic style is inspiring; your broad mind is admirable; your ever-changing posture makes people fall in love! I turned my head and looked at the towering sand mountain beside me. It looked like a guard, looking up to the sky, as if full of faith that it would perish together with the saboteurs. The two image masters, Shashan Mountain and Bihu Lake, form a magnificent landscape here.

Our most difficult task is to conquer the sand mountain. At first, my steps were relatively easy, and I could look at the top of the mountain, which was only a few hundred meters away. Gradually, my feet began to show signs of failure, sweat filled my clothes, and I drank bottles of water, and the top of the mountain gradually became clear; finally, my feet began to show signs of failure. , under the profound experience of sweating profusely, he climbed to the top with one hand. "I'm going up! I'm going up!" I shouted silently in my heart. At this moment, my leg muscles were sore and my brain felt deprived of oxygen, but this lake healed my "injury" - it was Qinghai Lake! Its color gradually changes from transparent to sky blue, no! Bluer than the sky! It is showing us its most moving appearance at this time! This, the mood is soaring and intoxicating!

I felt a little tired, so I lay on the hot fine sand, looking up at the clouds, as if they were torn apart by the wind, watching the sun seep through the small cracks, repairing them stitch by stitch, and the scene gradually faded. , gradually, gradually blurred... My Diary Chapter 2

After-school life is very beautiful and a happy taste. I like to doodle on paper and read extracurricular books.

Every time I finish my homework, I pick up a piece of paper and scribble on it. Each time I draw something different. Sometimes I draw on the paper with my eyes closed, one stroke on the left and one stroke on the right. The result is a piece of paper filled with lines that cannot be drawn, so scattered that it is difficult to tell which is a house and which is. Big tree. Doodling like this not only improves my painting skills, but also improves my imagination.

In my spare time, I also like to read extracurricular books. Every time I pick up a book, I read it for hours.

When I come home from school, the first thing I do is do my homework. I never procrastinate. I remember one time, I came home from school and found that my mother was not at home, so I had the idea of ??reading extracurricular books. I picked up "Humorous Three Kingdoms Version A" casually, sat on the chair, and looked at it with relish. "Even if I don't have a mother, I still have cats!" I read the sentences in the book and couldn't help laughing.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of high heels hitting the ground. I was frightened. I quickly closed the book, took out my homework, and buried my head pretending to do my homework. "Did I hear wrongly?" I said to myself. I quietly stuck my head out the door and took a look, "Oh, it was the neighbor's aunt passing by my house." I breathed a sigh of relief, opened the book, and continued reading. I am happy and afraid of this kind of eavesdropping.

About half an hour later, before I knew it, my mother came back from school. When she saw me reading, she lowered her face and said, "Have you finished your homework?" I came to my senses and raised my head. He looked up at his mother and smiled stupidly.

For me, extracurricular life is colorful and full of fun. My Diary Chapter 3

There is a person who once walked through my memory. She was a gardener who watered the dew for us, and she was also a candle that illuminated our future. She was our class The head teacher.

Although she is a new teacher, after getting along with her for a while, I feel that she cares about us. She is sometimes strict and sometimes like a big sister. Everything she does is for our future.

Once, in the Chinese class, almost the whole class "exploded." The teacher was furious at the time. When we made such a fuss, she became even more angry and yelled: "You people, you are so You love to talk, but you have the ability to tell a story! When I got to know you, I knew that none of you would make me worry." After the teacher finished venting, the whole class was completely silent. The teacher saw that the classmates were so afraid of her, and then said: "I'm really sorry just now. It's not that the teacher is bad, but in this era, primary school students have to be strictly controlled, and they will only attend when they grow up. If you have been since childhood, You will be able to behave recklessly when you grow up. So, the teacher was very angry just now, why are you so disobedient? In fact, you are all very cute children!" After the teacher finished speaking, I felt very guilty. In fact, the teacher You are right, we are too presumptuous and we must get rid of this bad habit in the future.

Although the teacher is not as famous as Sun Yat-sen at home and abroad, nor is she as worshiped as Jay Chou, she is like the goddess in the hearts of every primary school student, and we will never forget her.

From childhood to adulthood, we will meet many teachers in our lives. These teachers have their own characteristics, some are gentle, some are serious, and some are humorous...

I Our favorite teacher is our class teacher, Mr. Lin. From the first grade of elementary school to the present, the teacher has been with us all the time. The teacher is very beautiful, medium height, thin figure, long black hair, sometimes shawl, Sometimes she wears a pineapple, and her kind and bright eyes are embedded under her curved eyebrows.

The teacher is a gentle and considerate person who treats us just like his own children, making us feel very kind. The teacher's lectures were vivid and eloquent. The students all liked her class. The teacher was meticulous and serious about our study. Every assignment will be corrected and checked, and problems will be explained carefully if found. The students respect her very much.

If we don’t perform well in study, the teacher will occasionally get angry. A few days ago when we were doing the last text, a classmate who didn’t listen carefully was caught by the teacher and got angry and severely criticized him. He, because it is rare to see a teacher so angry, we were also shocked at the time. After that, the teacher continued the class and was very satisfied with the students’ wonderful answers to questions during the course.

Teacher Lin——our class teacher, I will never forget you. My Diary Part 4

There are all kinds of books in my small bookcase, and I have a special liking for "Boy's Diary".

I like it because of the humor of its language. Every word is like a naughty elf, which makes people laugh when reading it. I like it because it uses the form of a diary to write a story casually and completely. It records Wu Mian's colorful summer vacation life after graduating from elementary school; I like it because it has a vivid plot with twists and turns, which makes people unable to put it down after reading it; I like it because many of the protagonist's qualities are worthy of learning from me. There are intriguing life principles hidden behind the story.

The protagonist Wu Mian in "A Boy's Diary" is a person worthy of my learning and admiration. He is very brave and has a hard-working spirit. During the summer vacation, he traveled to Tibet with his father, pushed carts in heavy snowy days, hunted ghosts in the villa, helped his father transport bark, move bark, and saw bark... He was independent and never Relying on adults, I went alone to pick up my father at the airport, inspect middle schools, and interview at No. 1 Middle School. He is resolute, courageous and willing to help others. He helped his classmate Song Lichun raise tuition and at the same time saved a marriage that was about to be destroyed. He helped out-of-school children in mountainous areas return to school. He helped three good friends Jing Doudou, Gu Longfei and Ran Dongyang review Olympiad math questions. ...Thinking about myself, I am a spoiled child on a daily basis. Any difficulty will make me frown, and any trivial matter will make me at a loss. I lack and need these qualities in Wu Mian so much!

Some people say that a good book is like a cup of fragrant tea. Only when you taste it slowly and reminisce a lot can you feel the fragrance of tea. "A Boy's Diary" is such a good book. "Boy's Diary" is my favorite and I will treasure it forever. My Diary Part 5

Yesterday, I was dealing with the work at hand at my workplace and was very busy. My sister who lives in the country called me suddenly and told me that my mother’s house was leaking. When I heard the news, my heart felt like a burr. I no longer had the intention to work, but I couldn't get away for a while, so I had to be patient and continue working on my desk. At twelve o'clock, I finally finished the expected day's work. I breathed a sigh of relief. I was very tired!

In fact, the house my mother lives in now was built for her in the countryside two years ago. It may be because the waterproofing was not done well at that time, and the rain this year was heavy, so it became so fast. Something went wrong. In any case, I absolutely cannot let my eighty-year-old mother live in a leaky house, even if there is even a drop of rain. I love my mother, and I would rather suffer than let my mother suffer.

In the afternoon, I came to my mother’s house and found a large wet mark on the roof. Water droplets had soaked on it and fell from time to time. A plastic basin was used to catch the water droplets. I was very anxious. Sad too. When the rain subsided a little, I called for a bricklayer. The bricklayer said that in order to completely solve the leakage problem, the roof must be waterproofed again.

In accordance with the requirements of the bricklayer, I returned to the small town to buy waterproof materials. The waterproof materials were the most expensive, and of course the quality was the best. Then I found a car and sent them back in person. Throughout the afternoon, I traveled back and forth between the small town and the countryside several times. Finally, everything was ready and the repairs could start soon.

These years, I feel really tired. My old mother lives in the country. Although my brothers and sisters take good care of me, I always feel uneasy. Every holiday, I always go back to visit and give me some food. My mother has worked hard all her life. Now her life is relatively better, and she is getting older. When she is older, children should do their best to be filial and let her live her old age happily. At home, my lovely daughter, I have been both a father and a mother since she was not in kindergarten. I take good care of her, wash and cook for her, take care of her daily life, and seek mutual understanding. mutual understanding. My daughter will graduate from high school next year, and now is the critical moment for her homework. I want to try my best to let her eat well and sleep well, and create the best learning conditions for her.

With the pressure of work and the heavy burden of family, sometimes I really feel a little overwhelmed, but every time I see my eighty-year-old mother who is still lucky enough to be with us, I am very sensible. My daughter is naughty and juicy by my side, and all the pain and fatigue are forgotten.

Of course, I have also alienated some friends over the years. I am helpless and in pain. I will slowly make up for it with my true emotions in the days to come. Friends, please give me a chance! Because my mother’s long life and good health are my happiness, and my daughter’s healthy growth is my hope...