Market Weekly Diary

Market Weekly Diary Sample 1

My grandma’s house is in Chiban. There is a small market every few days. Although it is small, it is very lively. It is a paradise for children. .

Usually, my parents go to the market to buy delicious food for me, but this time I have to do it myself. I just walked to the side of the market and saw a sea of ??people here. Before I could react, I was swept in by the crowd. I finally squeezed in. As I walked, a fragrance filled the air and I heard shouts. Voice: "Come here and try the delicious boiled skewers!" The vegetable buyers opened their voices and shouted: "Come and buy fresh green onions and cabbages, no chemical fertilizers!" Some people sold some frogs and small river fish. The shouting sounds intertwined together to form a beautiful musical score.

I walked to the front of the snacks. There were many snacks here, including sausages, egg pancakes, and my favorite boiled skewers. I saw that I had 30 yuan in my pocket, and I said: " "How much are the boiled skewers?" The boss said, "It's five cents." "I'll buy six," I said. I took a bite and it was delicious. I ate and walked.

In the market, there are not only delicious food, but also clothes. The floor is covered with colorful clothes. When the clothes buyers see someone coming, they say: "Come and take a look!" Suddenly Thinking of the task my mother gave me - to buy some pairs of socks. I saw someone selling socks on the left, and I asked: "Boss, how much is a pair of socks?" The boss said in non-standard Mandarin: "Three pairs for 5.5 yuan." I will buy three pairs.

People. They are all like me, with smiles on their faces... Market Weekly Diary Sample 2

There are always people coming and going in the market, it is lively, and there is an endless stream of voices bargaining...

Today, my mother and I went to the market to buy things. There were a lot of people there and the sound was very loud. We went to buy watermelon, and my mother asked: "How much does a pound of watermelon cost?" The uncle selling watermelons said, "Two dollars and a half." My mother said, "Why is it so expensive?" Others only sell it for two yuan. The uncle said: "These are the best watermelons brought back from my hometown. I watched them grow up every day." Two and a half yuan is considered cheap. If you don’t believe it, just buy it and try it. It’s sweet. It’s sweet. Composition "In the Market" for the third grade of elementary school. "My mother bargained and said, "Sell it for two yuan. The uncle hurriedly bargained: "No, no, two and a half yuan, just two and a half yuan, or we won't sell it..." Mom and the uncle bargained and bargained, and finally bought it for two and a half yuan. It was the first time that I felt it was really not easy!

The number of people going to the market to buy things in the morning increased from more to less in the evening. . The sound of bargaining in the morning is a morning song, and the sound of bargaining in the evening is a nocturne. People come and go in the market every day, and the sound of bargaining is so lively everywhere.

Observe every detail of the market, and you will discover its meaning.

Go and observe, discover, and I think you will soon understand this bustling market. Weekly Diary Sample 3

The weather was sunny on Thursday, July 3rd.

It was market day again. I called my friends and a group of people set off in a lively manner. The sun was shining brightly and they were wearing the sun. Wearing hats and anti-tank jackets, we got on our bicycles, chatting and laughing along the way.

We arrived at the market, maybe it was too early, and there weren’t many people going to the market, but all the places we wanted to visit were open. After that, we mainly visited the supermarket and bought some necessary daily necessities. Then we went to the clothes market. Girls love beauty, so they inevitably look at clothes when shopping. Even if they don’t buy, they still have to eat. It’s indispensable, especially in the summer, we often go to cold drink shops. The cold food can not only satisfy our cravings, but also relieve the heat. It’s nice to think about it. Sometimes we go to boutiques after buying necessary things. There will always be unexpected gains, and you can spend some extra money to buy one or two small things you like.

This is how my friends and I go to the market, and we are tired but happy. Market Weekly Diary 4 < /p>

Today’s market is not very lively, but there is still an old man selling steamed buns. He is standing in a corner, having nothing to do, holding a book in one hand and a wine bottle in the other, enjoying himself suddenly. The old man sang: "One man has arrived with a letter, and two men have died in the battle. The surviving ones will live in vain, and the dead will live on forever." "Looking at him, I saw that he was disheveled and listless. The old man shouted: "Can you give me a piece of bread to satisfy my hunger? The old man nodded, handed him two and said: "You are a loyal minister of the country. You are loyal to the city. Now that the child is gone, the country has failed you. Your spirit can be admired by the people, but can make all civil and military officials ashamed." ! Today, I will prepare a little wine to show my respect. "After drinking, the old man walked away without paying the cash.

Soon, he suddenly heard a few people talking and walked towards this direction. He said: "You captured the old woman and wanted her to die? "The visitor came to the old man and shouted: "Hey! Get two buns! The old man was furious: "It's you who are just a bitch!" "The sound was so loud that it made the soldiers take a few steps back. The old man said: "You are afraid of honor, why are you still arresting the old woman? Since you are scholars, you must serve the country and the people. To arrest the people is unkind, and to arrest old women is even more unjust! What's the use of keeping you villains who are unkind and unjust and harm the country and the people? I'll fight with you! "After saying that, he picked up the shoulder pole. When the soldiers heard this, their faces turned pale with fear. Without saying a word, they hit the wall and died.

The old man didn't even look at it. He took a breath, packed the buns, picked up the load, and was about to go on the road. An old man appeared from behind the wall and asked his last name. The old man smiled and said, "My surname is Du, my first name is Zimei." The old man kept listening. Thumbs up, full of praise.

The old man has passed away, and he sang: "Be low-key in life, and do things in a high-key manner. Mistakes are occasional mistakes, but missing them is an eternal regret."

The old man disappears, leaving behind I am stationed here in this deserted market, watching every corner.