Life diary 800 words

Life is a glass of clear water. If you put a little sugar in it, it is sweet. Put a little salt in it and it will be salty! The following is an 800-word diary of life, welcome to read!

I don't know how many times I cried since I was a child, but I will soon forget it. But today I cried this time, but I will never forget it.

After dinner, I was playing military chess with my father. My mother came up to me and said, Zeming, after the start of next semester, my mother wants you to transfer, okay? I was anxious when I heard it, and my tears fell down in disappointment. I cried and asked my mother: Why did you let me transfer? Mom said:? It is said that Zhangdian has a better school, and your father and I want you to go. ? After listening to my mother's words, I couldn't help standing up and crying loudly to my mother. I'm not going anywhere! Let's go You go! Chaoyang school is the best school, and our teacher is the best teacher! Miss Wei, Miss Wang, Miss Lu and Miss Liu care about us, love us and teach us knowledge like their mothers. Xu teacher, Mr. Zhang and Mr. Zheng educate us like fathers, and let us grow up healthily and happily. I just like the teachers in Chaoyang school! I'm not transferring! ? Mom saw that I really cried, so she came to wipe my tears and said, I know you like Chaoyang school and your teacher. If you try to transfer to a new school, maybe you will like that school better. ? What my mother said suddenly reminded me of Liu Jinda in my class, so I said to my mother. Liu Jinda of my class was transferred from Zhangdian after the winter vacation. His old school didn't want him, and neither did the best school in Zhangdian. He just came to Chaoyang school. His mother said that if our school can educate him well, it is the best school, and our teacher is also the best teacher. Now Liu Jinda has become so polite, hygienic and fond of learning. Didn't our teacher teach them all? When he first transferred to our class, he only got ten points in the exam. By the end of this semester, he got 99.5 points in Chinese and 96 points in math. Isn't this all earned by Mr Wei and Mr Xu? If Zhangdian's school is good, why don't they accept Liu Jinda? I'm not going to Zhangdian, I'll find you. ?

At this time, the father, who had been silent, spoke: the child's words do make sense. Which school is good and which school is not, should be measured by children's personal experience and feelings. Ming Ze is no longer a child. He has developed a certain ability to judge right from wrong. Judging from his analysis of Liu Jinda just now, we should respect the children's opinions. ? Mother pondered for a while and said that the child really grew up, so let's respect the child. ?

After listening to my parents' words, my heart finally put down, dried my tears and I smiled.

Life diary 800 words February 4

For us, as soon as we finish the exam, we will have a holiday of our own? Winter vacation, but the most important thing is our annual Spring Festival. Next, I will tell you about my life around the Spring Festival.

February 5(th)

The so-called Chinese New Year is to have a reunion dinner before and after the Spring Festival. So many people are preparing now. The food market is more lively than usual, and people come and go in the supermarket? So is our family. Every year after the twentieth day of the twelfth lunar month, my parents will go to the supermarket to buy some food and some health care products for grandparents to celebrate the New Year.

Today is no exception. Dad didn't sleep at night shift, so he went shopping with his mother. This can't help but make me feel that the Spring Festival is coming.

6 February

Today, we came to my hometown Pinghu, because my grandmother is going to celebrate the New Year. You will ask, this year has passed too early! In fact, today is the 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month, the Lunar New Year. Grandma spends the Spring Festival almost every year at this time, so we naturally get used to it.

In the morning, I was the first to get up and urged my mother anxiously: Get up, get up, we are going to Pinghu. ?

? Don't make so much noise Can't you see that dad is still sleeping? Who told him to get up so late every day? ? Mother motioned me not to make any noise.

I didn't expect mom to finish, dad? Get up with a whoosh?

After breakfast, we set out for Pinghu. When we walked into grandma's house, a festive atmosphere came to us. Whether it's sausages hanging on the balcony, crucian carp in the basin or those vegetables, they are all prepared for the New Year. Grandma is wrapping spring rolls. Mother saw her and ran to help. Everyone is busy, but their faces are still cheerful. Everyone has cleaned up the house, and the new year is coming, so we should welcome the new year with a new look.

Burning paper money is something grandma must do every new year. Smoke billowed when burning paper money. Who likes to smell? But this is grandma's habit. Who wants to destroy it?

Time to eat. Grandma cooked many dishes for us. Everyone had a good time, talking and laughing. Grandma's Spring Festival is like this. Simple as it is, we live happily. Maybe that's the most important thing.

This makes me look forward to this year's Spring Festival.

February 1 1

Tomorrow is New Year's Eve, and the festive atmosphere is getting stronger and stronger. We are busy cleaning and welcoming the new year with a new look. The weather these days is even more puzzling. The weather was very good during the day the day before yesterday. Who would have thought there would be a thunderstorm at night? Maybe God wants the animals to get up quickly and welcome the New Year as soon as possible. But it's getting cold again these days, and we are afraid to come out at home, for fear of hitting the cold wind as soon as we go out. No one wants to be frozen at this time. No wonder there are fewer pedestrians on the street. My mother gave me an extra dress, and I was not very happy, and my movements were much slower.

Speaking of weather, I like two kinds of weather best, sunny and snowy. How I wish I could see sunshine or snowflakes on New Year's Eve. I don't want to spend my twelfth New Year's Eve and Spring Festival in the rain.

When I am alone, I always think a lot about the past, the present and the future. In fact, thinking about it only adds unhappiness to yourself.

I always think about things that haven't happened yet. I don't know when to stop doing these annoying things. I don't want to, but I have to do it. Many things are beyond my own preferences. After all, people in this society are relatively concentrated, and many things are involuntary.

Many times I wonder if I have depression, and I should see a psychiatrist. I always imagine that scene in my mind before I do it. Every time I think about it, it's the same result I am unhappy, and a voice in my heart has been talking to me.

Some people may say that it is good to think twice before you act, but I think too much. Assuming all kinds of possibilities, putting pressure on myself may also be my own character. I am naturally sentimental and a blx.

When I am sad, I will tell my friends my troubles. My friends comfort me, don't think too much, think something happy, or I will be too tired every day. In fact, I don't want to be happy every day, but it is an extravagant hope for me, but I also hope that I can change my personality, be less sad in the spring and autumn and be happy every day. I'll try to do the same.

I have read a sentence that no one can hinder your mood except yourself. Yes, that makes sense. All the worries are what's on your mind and how good your attitude is. There should be nothing in this life. People with a bad attitude will get into trouble for themselves every minute.

When I was a child, I saw a picture about idioms. A man with his chin cupped and a frown. Every day, he worries that the sky will fall. I thought it was impossible at the time. This man is ridiculous. Now that I think about it, I feel that I am the person in the picture, and I am worried.

Thinking too much will hurt you in the end, so it's better to be simple. Health is happiness.

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