How to keep a diary in the second grade of primary school?

Today, the weather is exceptionally sunny, and there are no clouds in Wan Li and Wan Li. In the afternoon, we will hold the opening ceremony of the annual spring sports meeting.

The opening ceremony began in the afternoon. The first to enter the venue were four flag bearers and sisters. Holding a bright five-star red flag in their hands, they marched into the venue with vigorous steps, followed by various party teams, including bunting team, garland team and flower drum team. Then, starting from Class One, Grade One, the teams of each class entered the venue in turn, and we waited anxiously for the meeting.

It's finally our turn. "Four classes in two years, courageously strive for the first place, and Qi Xin will work together to win the first place." Accompanied by loud slogans, we walked past the rostrum with neat steps.

We also watched some wonderful programs, including Flower Drum, Lala Exercise and Tai Ji Chuan.

After the opening ceremony, teams will leave the venue in an orderly manner. Tomorrow, our athletes will compete for the first place here, and we will cheer for them.

Diary of Senior Two (2):

My hometown, which has been lingering in my heart, is actually a beautiful mountain village. How many times have I waded through the long river of memory, how many times have I traveled through time and space, and dreamed of this beautiful hometown and beloved relatives.

I miss the high mountain in my hometown, whose main peak goes straight into the sky and holds the sky in my hometown high and deep. It's evergreen all the year round, tree-lined and very quiet. When barnyard grass is in full bloom on the mountain, pink flowers are dotted all over the mountain, which is beautiful; When the fruit is ripe, it's mouth watering, let the children run around the mountain. In fact, I like the mountains in my hometown because the background color of my life is the true color of mountains, and my character has the shadow and nature of mountains. I yearn for the mountain in my hometown, because it is as hardworking and frank as the people in my hometown, holding the sunrise in the morning and giving the morning glow a brilliant brilliance; Waiting for the sunset in the evening, giving the sunset a brilliant glow. I worship the mountain in my hometown, because it is as loyal and strong as my father, with a straight back and a broad chest. Standing up is a mountain.

I miss the mountain roads in my hometown. Rugged and winding. That mountain road has my mother's concern, the expectations of the villagers, my wandering eyes, my joy, my yearning, my pursuit, and of course my dreams and hesitation. When I was a child, I often looked at that mountain road in a daze, wondering where it leads and what it looks like over there. So I often fantasize that one day I can grow a pair of wings, fly over Qian Shan and see the world beyond the mountains. Now, in the end, the natural barrier has become a thoroughfare. At this moment, there is a cement avenue in front of us. The folks in my hometown no longer need to struggle on the narrow path.

I miss the river in my hometown, which records my growing footprints and my parents' love for me. It carries so many memories that I can't forget that when I was a child, my father often took me to the river and told me stories about it. I can't forget that my mother often watched me go to school by the river when I was at school, reminding me to study hard and make progress every day; I can't forget my grandmother's eagerness by the river. I wish I could go home often. The river keeps flowing and singing old country songs. This song floated into my ears. Wherever I go, as long as I hear the gurgling sound of running water, I feel that my hometown is very close, as if it were yesterday, as if it were in front of me.