An article in the diary

A composition in the diary (General 15)

In ordinary daily life, many people have written compositions, through which we can gather our scattered thoughts together. I believe many people will find it difficult to write a composition. The following is a composition in my diary for your reference only. Welcome to reading.

Today, my father drove us to Guangdong.

Along the way, my brother and I sang cheerful songs and sang. My brother and I were very tired, so we all lay down and fell asleep. After a while, my mother woke us up and told us to get up for dinner. When I look at it, isn't that McDonald's in front? Yeah! I shouted happily. We ordered French fries, hamburgers and ice cream. After dinner, we continued to get on the bus and headed for Guangdong.

When I arrived in Guangdong, I thought my father would play in the rented suite in Guangdong, but there was no electricity, so I had to go later.

I must have had a good time in Guangdong.

Today, after reading the article "Back", I feel that the author described his father's actions and demeanor in great detail and wrote profound feelings in very simple language.

Now I also think about how hard my parents have worked for themselves. This is the first time I have felt this way. I never thought about it before. I didn't care when my parents helped me with my problems. I gloated when my parents were angry. Today, I was deeply touched by this matter. Suddenly, I thought of one thing: What is Dad doing in a foreign country?

Diary, a composition, 3. I'm going to take part in the chorus competition today. Our stadium is in the concert hall of Qingdao University.

Let's make up before entering the stadium. When we first entered the stadium, everyone was nervous. We watched other children's performances before everyone gradually relaxed.

We finally got on the stage. Our chorus program is reading Tang poetry. This song brings you a beautiful artistic conception: the bell in Qiao Feng and the rain in Bashan; I am familiar with 300 Tang poems, and I can recite them even if I can't write them. So I want to study Tang poetry well. There is bitterness in Tang poetry, and there is joy in Tang poetry.

The game is over, and it is estimated that there will be a good result. Finally, everyone took a group photo as a souvenir, and we reluctantly left Qingdao University.

Diary composition 4 These days, I am fascinated by cartoon pictures, and I always can't put it down after class. The result can be imagined …

This evening, when I gave my mother a small exercise of signing her name for 65 points, her face suddenly sank. She immediately grabbed the schoolbag and emptied all the contents.

"Give you a little hobby, and you won't know who is light and who is heavy ...", my mother said, tearing the spilled cartoon into pieces without mercy.

My heart ached violently with the sound of "hiss-hiss-hiss", and the wronged tears welled up in my eyes.

"Cry, it's too late for you to cry now." Mom tore it even crazier.

I stood stiffly, watching my beloved things being destroyed, but there was nothing I could do, and tears poured out more and more …

These cards are all carefully accumulated by me, and some of them I won from my classmates through countless "wars". But now, these "blue stars", "cartoon elves" and "historical heroes" have all become a pile of waste paper … alas! The more I think about it, the sadder I feel, and the more I cry, the more I want to cry. The sky outside is gloomy, and he seems to feel my mood and feel sad with me.

Mom, mom. How could you do that? After all, I have grown up and can distinguish right from wrong. I have realized the consequences of being playful. Your behavior like this will only add another obstacle between you and me. ...

Today is Labor Day, and I became a cleaner. The first thing I did: sweep the floor. I brought a broom first and swept it inside and out.

I'll sweep here, sweep here. Wow, there's a lot of rubbish. When I was sweeping outside, the garbage in front of me had become a "garbage mountain" and I was sweating like a pig. I thought, "I can't litter any more, or my mother will be very tired." If I don't litter every day and can take the initiative to tidy things up, then my home will become a tidy one.

You worked the night shift last night and fell asleep when you got home. I woke up around 5 pm, pushed the door and went out, and saw traces of rain outside. The sun is shining, and the green leaves of Sophora japonica on the edge of the threshing floor reflect the warm setting sun. I've been very busy at work recently, and I suddenly remembered that today should be the National Day holiday for most people, and Lenovo itself should go out for a walk. So I went to a strange place-a place where I went two years ago. I said I had been there, just passing by and seeing it from a distance. My intuition tells me that this place should be good.

When I arrived at my destination, I saw that there were no residents around, and all the houses were demolished and developed, leaving only broken bricks. But it doesn't affect my mood, but it's purer. I have to see it.

Walking to the back hill inside the highway, the ground is stony, with green grass and some moss on it, and it looks very comfortable with a little water. The fresh air mixed with the fragrance of grass is refreshing. Close your eyes, deeply intoxicated ... After reaching the top of the mountain, there is a cliff in front of you, like a deep "canyon". The wind is blowing, and I am standing on the cliff alone, watching the distant mountains and clouds scrambling to climb high, trying to occupy the palace in the sky. It's quiet around, only overgrown thatch and bare rocks. Birds are singing in the distant horizon, and the stones under our feet are clean. Lie down gently and enjoy this afternoon quietly. I wonder if it would be great if I could walk quietly like this. I remember that the clouds have no intention of coming out of the hole, and the birds are tired of flying and know that they have some yearning for the hermit's life. But the reality is ...

Take back my thoughts, the sun is about to set, and with the memories and breeze here, the afterglow will accompany me home.

Natural scenery itself has no emotion, but once written into the work, it will be branded with the author's emotional imprint, showing a clear tendency.

Writing articles about scenery, emotion is the soul of scenery, and scenery is the support of emotion. Only when emotions and scenery blend naturally can a good article be written. Therefore, before writing this kind of article, we should have a clear writing purpose, which determines the choice, details and order of scenery materials. For example, the same story is about mountain climbing. If it is to express the title "Only if you are not afraid of difficulties and dare to climb, can you reach the beautiful peak", the article should highlight the dangers and dangers of mountain roads, the great difficulties, the firm will, and the lofty sentiments that "other mountains are dwarfed under the sky". After climbing to the top.

If you are expressing your love for the mountains and rivers of the motherland, you should focus on depicting the beauty of the scenery and expressing the truth of your feelings. There are two ways to deal with the relationship between emotion and scenery in this article. One is to describe the writer's feelings while writing scenery, that is, to borrow scenery to express feelings and reason; The second is to completely integrate the author's feelings into the scenery described. On the surface, it seems to be an objective description of the scenery, but between the lines, it is the author's deep affection, which is called affection in the scene. The Japanese essayist's "Chao Frost" belongs to the first case. This paper not only describes the characteristics of Chao Shuang, but also directly expresses the love for Chao Shuang at the beginning and end. Mr. Zhu Ziqing's Spring is different. The author does not express his thoughts directly in the article, but between the lines, he is filled with love for spring and life, and his thoughts and feelings of cherishing spring and being proactive.

Today, my mother took us shopping in Jielong Supermarket.

When we arrived at the supermarket, we pushed a shopping cart first, so it would be more convenient to buy things. We walked for a long time, from the first floor to the fourth floor, and from the fourth floor to the first floor. My feet hurt so much that I kept asking my mother, "Are you going home? Are you going home? " Finally, my mother promised to buy me my favorite yogurt, and I stopped for a while.

We bought many things, including yogurt, shower gel, shampoo, durian, potato chips and so on.

Although my feet are sore today, I bought a lot of things I like and felt it was worth it.

Today, I am so happy!

Weather on Saturday, August 5, 2007: cloudy

It's cloudy all day and the sky is gray. It rained heavily until noon. It's raining heavily outside, but it's raining lightly inside. When the rain stops, the hall has accumulated water and become a small pond. This is my home. Although it has been years, it is difficult to break. Father said, "I will come back to repair the tile house during the New Year." After all, you can't lose the house you've been tied to all your life. However, I can't share my worries for my family, and I even have to witness the heavy rain pouring down. This is my home, with too many memories. Grandpa said that if they were in their time and at my age, they would have mastered the construction technology, not to mention only water leakage. I think so too. Grandpa lives in a difficult time. Every boy must have played a role when he was my age. Some of them may already have a home, a wife and children, and are rushing for a living. Unfortunately, times are changing, and I can't live in the past. One side of the water will raise one side of the water, and the other side will also raise a person of an era. Hard memories have begun to blur, and I suddenly understand why the unemployment rate of young people is increasing year by year.

At night, the sky presents a hazy moonlight. There are no stars in the boundless sky, just a hazy moon hanging in the sky, perhaps because of cloudy days. However, it is not easy to have a moon on a cloudy day. I should be glad that I will doubt whether I am dreaming afterwards.

After reading an article, you should have some experience. We shouldn't be afraid to slow down. If we keep practicing, I believe we will gain something, even if we get nothing in the end. Experience tells us what kind of road this is.

After the winter vacation, our family went to grandma's house in Gansu for the New Year. After a few days' rest, today we decided to visit Bingling Temple of Tibetan Buddhism. Bingling Temple is located in Liujiaxia Reservoir Area. After breakfast, we went to the dock and took the clipper to the reservoir area.

Sitting on the boat, I saw many birds through the window, including red-billed gulls and wild ducks, and many pairs of small waterfowl. Because we are on a fast boat, small and narrow, we can only see the deep Yellow River water outside the window, as green as a piece of jade. The uncle who sails the boat is a local. He introduced the scenery on both sides of the strait while sailing. I listened to his introduction and looked out. I see the tops of those mountains are white, but the bottoms are red. My mother told me that this is Danxia landform. Uncle said: "The locals say that Hongshan Baishatou, the Yellow River flows west. The Yellow River flows eastward in the world, and only Liujiaxia Yellow River flows westward. " I don't understand, but I think it's interesting.

The ship turned a corner around the ice and went on. We saw Bingling Temple. The ship docked, and we walked along the stone steps into Bingling Temple, where we saw many different kinds of Buddha statues and murals. I also saw the Lama here. His face is black and he is dressed in red. After we turned over the scriptures, he even touched the top to praise the scriptures for me.

Bingling Temple has a history of over 1600 years, and Ling Bing means "ten million buddhas" in Tibetan. I see a 27-meter-high carved Maitreya Buddha sitting here. He was built by Tang Daijian, and I took a picture in front of him. In the reclining Buddha Hall, I saw a reclining Buddha, 29 feet long, which was built in the Sui Dynasty. These Buddha statues are really spectacular!

It is not easy to preserve these Buddha statues until now, but many Buddha statues and murals have been damaged, which I feel is a pity.

A diary composition 10 "March 8 Women's Day" is coming! I really want to make a gift for my mother myself, but how can I have time to do it? I can't help worrying.

However, God has eyes! In the "Labor Technology" class, Miss Li asked us to make a vase for my mother, and I secretly applauded.

I picked up the crumpled paper and made it three or two times. But on closer inspection, it is really ugly. Even you can't stand it. A conspicuous place is broken. Miss Li thinks we can't do it well, so let's take it home. We are so happy!

In the evening, I finished my homework and began to make vases. As the saying goes, I learned a lesson from my first failure, so I will do it well. I found colored cardboard, scissors, adhesive, iron wire and wrinkled paper. I made a "triangle vase" out of blue cardboard, and then cut a centimeter out of crepe paper to make a small yellow flower and stick it on the "triangle vase", which is more beautiful! Make another blue flower in the same way and stick it on it. Make some flowers from branches and leaves and put them in a triangular vase, and you're done.

I looked at my watch. It's past nine, but I'm still not satisfied. At this moment, my mother said, "Little darling, you can go to bed. I can't get up tomorrow. " "Oh, right away." I said. Mom must think this handicraft is for the teacher. Thought of here, I secretly smiled.

"Mom, happy Women's Day! I made this gift myself. It's not good, but ... ""No, it's the best gift I've ever seen. You have finally grown up! " My mother interrupted me and smiled. I saw my mother smile, so did I. ...

An essay in my diary 1 1 What a bad day! I don't know which "hero" dropped my bicycle chain, but it was fine when I came to school, and it was like this after school. Someone must want to hurt me, so they used this despicable means.

I pushed the car to a safe place and happened to meet my classmate Lele. He offered to help me, but unfortunately, he failed. In the meantime, my former fifth-grade classmates ran away when they saw me, regardless of my outdated classmate.

After thanking Le Le, I pushed the car to the bicycle repair place. I thought I was saved, but it didn't work out. I continued to have bad luck. I said to the old man who repaired the car, "Grandpa, my chain has fallen off. Can you take a look at it for me? " "Come to me with this little thing, and you can handle it yourself." He just sent me away with a bad attitude. I am stubborn and never bow to others, so I am not begging him.

Finally, a kind uncle helped me repair the car. I can't thank him enough. Thank him again and again.

I thought all the old people in the world were kind. Until today, I met a heartless old man in From Destruction, which I never expected. And my classmates, I miss the time with them before. What they did today will ruin our classmates' feelings for seven years forever. However, in contrast, I also met my kind uncles and Xu Honggang and Zhang Xiaole, who tried their best to help me. If there is an opportunity, I will definitely repay these kind people who lend a helping hand when I am in trouble. And those people are doomed, I don't care, I just never know, I have never seen them. When I grow up, I will meet many different people and things, and I will see many aspects of this society. In order to deal with these things better, I should cultivate my own social experience.

A composition in the diary 12 This afternoon, it was sunny and I trudged home. I'm sweating like rain, and my clothes are almost soaked. Suddenly, there was a loud noise in my ear. Driven by curiosity, I looked inside and saw a little boy who was knocked down by a car lying in a pool of blood. It's terrible that he is covered in blood. The driver who caused the accident has escaped.

I was immediately stunned by the sudden incident, my face turned blue and my lips turned white. There were a lot of people watching at that time. But they all stood by. Instead of extending a warm hand to the little boy, they whispered and gestured. However, time is still warm. A young man quickly dialed the telephone and contacted the hospital and the police. Ask a young man to examine the little boy's injury. They have been afraid to move the little boy because he was badly hurt.

Witnesses said that the little boy didn't notice his safety at that time, he just wanted to cross the traffic. At that time, the little boy didn't notice the speeding car, so he was hit by a fast bridge car. The driver ran away, regardless of the child's life. Onlookers kept blaming the driver. I am also thinking about how he is so heartless!

At this time, medical staff and police came to the scene. The medical staff carefully carried the seriously injured boy to the ambulance on a stretcher and then quickly took him to the hospital. The police are busy keeping order. A policeman recorded the witness's statement. I sincerely wish the little boy a speedy recovery.

Gradually, the crowd dispersed. But my mood is hard to calm down. The so-called "Tao is like a tiger's mouth." We must be careful when crossing the road, because caution will make the boat never fall.

On Friday morning, I tore off an overnight calendar, looked at the new calendar and sighed, "Please give me freedom, Statue of Liberty. My freedom has been nagging by my nagging mother! " As usual, I hurried home after school.

The difference is that when I came to a busy intersection to cross the road, suddenly a dark-skinned old man stopped me. He moved the basin slowly in front of me, which was very obvious. He begged me to give him some money or something. I shook my head to show my refusal. Who knows, the old man said hoarsely, "Come on!" I looked up and saw the old man's trembling white beard, twitching cheeks, sunken eyes, knife-like wrinkles and dead hands. Look at my white school uniform, the clothes he hasn't washed for days are moldy! Indulge, I reached into my pocket and took out a crumpled RMB-0.5 yuan and handed it to the old man.

The old man thanked me and left sadly. My eyes moved away, looking at the old man's old back, which made me feel the ugliness of the world. People say that God is fair. He closes one window for you and opens another window for you. However, why can't I understand? Old people live by begging for money, but how long can this last? The old man's life must be very confused. No shelter from the cold, no food and clothing-isn't this the biggest tragedy in life? I think that' freedom' has lost its meaning in the elderly. Today, let me understand the true meaning of freedom, and understand that this verbosity around me is actually a love.

A composition in the diary 14 20xx may 10 Thursday sunny

Today, the mid-term examination papers of all subjects have been finished, and today's mid-term examination (including lecture notes) is also over. Other students think I did well in the midterm exam, otherwise, how could I have won the first place in the whole grade? Of course, I don't deny that I worked hard for this exam, but I still lost some points that I shouldn't have lost. I feel very sad and sorry. Otherwise, I can get a higher score, far exceeding my opponent. But the mid-term exam has passed, so no matter whether I do well or not, don't think about it. I feel that even if I fail in the mid-term exam, my grades are not satisfactory, but I think this failure is temporary. I just want to study harder with my competitors in the second half of the semester and strive for satisfactory results in the final exam.

"How can you see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain? No one can change successfully. As long as you pay, you will get something. If you fail, it means that others have paid more than you. You must not lose heart. Try harder than others next time, and you will succeed. Struggle is the most important thing! ! "This is my experience after the exams in recent years. I hope to see my friends who didn't do well in the midterm exam. Of course, I didn't do very well in the exam. I won't give up because I am too careless. I will try to lose as few points as possible in the final exam. I will try my best. "Struggle is the most important!"

This is my feeling after the mid-term exam, hoping to make some friends who didn't do well in the exam feel confident and happy again.

An essay in the diary15 65438+Thursday, February 23rd I remember that the Chinese test paper was just handed out a few days ago and the teacher asked the parents to sign it. When I saw 75.5 points, I didn't do well in the last exam, and my father's serious face reappeared in front of me.

I failed the exam again this time. How to sign your parents' names? Hey, annoying grades.

At night, I went home with my schoolbag on my back. As soon as I stepped into the house, my mother said, "Wenwen, come and have dinner." As soon as I saw a plate of braised fish on the table, my anger suddenly came up: "You know I don't like fish, hum …" I ran in angrily. After a while, I saw my mother enter my room through the door with a plate of fish and a bowl of rice. I quickly took off my shoes and lay on the bed, covered my face with a pillow and deliberately angered my mother. Mother put the rice on the table, then sat quietly by the bed and knitted me a sweater. I can't bear it any longer. I get up to do my homework. Just when I opened my schoolbag, a bright red "75.5" was printed in my eyes. I was nervous for a while and thought: should I sign my parents or lie? ..... Suddenly, my mother's voice came from behind: "Why didn't you do well in the exam this time?"

Alas, paper can't hold fire, and my mother found out and got a criticism.

"In the future, you should study hard and stop being so careless," my mother said, and signed my test paper with a pen.

"But how much love there is in an inch of grass? I got three inches of light." My parents knitted their love into sweaters and melted them into their rice bowls, but I ... what can I give them in return? Why should I care about the quality of food? Tears of guilt flooded my eyes, and in my heart, I secretly made up my mind. ...

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