The day is coming to an end, and I believe everyone has gained something. Let's act at once and keep a diary. Is it impossible to write without a clue? The following is an excellent diary composition of 10 compiled by me for you. I hope it will help you.
Excellent composition in diary 1 The habit of keeping a diary has been formed since the second grade of my primary school. It has a history of many years. I just finished writing the thick tenth book, which records my life.
I like to keep a diary. When I write a diary, I like to be free, unrestrained and carefree.
Some people say that life is boring and repetitive.
However, as long as you are good at exploring and feeling, it is just plain and simple things that make up our colorful life.
What I saw and heard around me, what I felt and thought, my family, Chen Dong school, my parents' work, what I saw and heard on campus, as well as the myriad weather of society, family affection, classmates' friendship, moving pleasure when the exercises were published, and so on. They are all written in diaries, which can be written as fascinating stories or lazy and comfortable essays; Narrative, argumentative, explanatory, prose, poetry, all kinds of styles should be used; Metaphor, parallelism, antithesis, rhetorical questions, metonymy and exaggeration can be enjoyed at will. Like running water, it has ethereal meaning; Truth, affection, and truth are not like cutting the ribbon for flowers and carving paper for leaves. Diary is also full of vitality, unique feelings and real experiences.
I like to keep a diary, and I like the feeling of having my own space to think and remember.
I regard keeping a diary as an exchange of thoughts and feelings with loyal friends. I have no psychological defense. I speak, discuss and talk boldly, without scruple, and feel comfortable physically and mentally.
The most interesting thing is that every time we look back on the past, we can talk about interesting things in primary and secondary schools when friends get together and talk at night, such as a group trip, a cooking experience and a game dinner, which can remind us of forgotten details, give a knowing smile and appreciate the beauty of memories; Looking at the immature words and thoughts published in primary school, I suddenly realized that life has gradually made me laugh and confident, and made me mature and reflect.
Some people should remember what they are happy about, but how can they look back when they are sad? Since you choose to forget, why remember?
Coffee may be bitter, but it is also sweet (if you mix milk and sugar). When they are all added together, they will have a unique fragrance and attraction. Although there is pain in life, there is also happiness. When all of them are added together, there is a colorful charm. Without pain, we can't show the value of happiness and learn to cherish it.
Plain and interesting; Simple and touching; Happy and depressed; Hesitation and sadness; Anger, discontent ... our precious experience, the witness of growth, isn't it worth writing down?
Forgetting is just a sad feeling, not a memory of life.
Although many beautiful things are fleeting, they make our life colorful after all.
Of course, some people worry that the diary will be peeked, and I have had such misfortune, but this can't shake my habit of keeping a diary at all, just as I still love my favorite coffee, feel its warmth, enjoy its aroma and taste its richness.
Thank you when you are hesitating whether you should leave some things to the past. You left a memory for me.
I'm very nervous about my studies these days, and my homework is almost finished. We are about to enter the review stage. There was a Chinese unit exam in the class last week, so we didn't have time to review at all. Although Saturday and Sunday are holidays, those poor two days are occupied by a lot of homework. Hey, I'm exhausted! The questions in the unit test are very difficult, especially reading the short passage, which I didn't understand at all. I took the exam five or six times a week. I'm exhausted. I can't help it If I want to get good grades, I must study hard and pay. I can only say to myself, "Hold on!" . The teacher only approved these exams twice, because everyone failed in the exam, so the teacher can't approve them any more. After the examination papers were handed out, I took a look at what was going on. I scold myself in my heart, not because I can't do it, but because I am careless. When will this problem be corrected? I asked myself. I had another Chinese class in the afternoon, and now I am very scared. Seeing another test paper handed down, I really want to close my tired eyes, but this is a class! I looked at the score and thought it was definitely not much better than Less Times, but to my surprise, oh! 9 1! In fact, I don't understand some of the contents of the article at all, just guessing at random, and I guess right! I thought my score was the highest, but when I asked someone else's score, my mood suddenly turned from yang to yin. The highest score is 94, and I'm only 9 1. In fact, even if you get 90, so what? You can't be complacent about a little achievement, and you can achieve satisfactory results only if you are not arrogant and impetuous in your studies! Hey, you must review your lessons well this week and have an exam next week!
On August 5th, we went to Shitai to play strange pool rafting.
We arrived at our destination quickly in my aunt's car. The service staff reminded everyone that there are three difficulties in this strange pool, please pay attention. We all got on the boat. My cousin and uncle Chen are in the same boat.
Drifting began, all three of us paddled and the boat moved slowly. Soon we met the first difficulty, which was a big slide. At that time, I was frightened. At this moment, the boat slipped with a splash, and it was full of water, so we had to get off the boat and dump it. Then I looked at the scenery next to me, and unconsciously, the second difficulty came.
This is a rapids, surrounded by rocks. Our boat is turning around and I'm a little dizzy. We managed to escape from the rapids, but we were all exhausted.
Alas, the third difficulty comes again. Although it is also a slide, it is higher than the first one. I was so nervous that I slipped with a bang. There was water in the boat again, and our clothes were soaked through. Soon we reached the finish line.
Ah! This strange pond rafting was very exciting and interesting, which made me experience the pleasure of rafting, and I will never forget it.
Have you ever wondered what your diary is? What is a diary? What is a diary to you? Some people think that, well, diaries are just homework left by teachers! Just copy it down from the composition book and deal with it; Others think that diaries are secrets in people's hearts. How can the secret in your heart be desecrated by outsiders? So the diary has become a locked secret in people's hearts; Some people think that diary is nothing more than a tool to improve their writing level; If someone thinks it is to record what they did today in the form of a diary; Others think that keeping a diary is writing about life. I don't deny that "keeping a diary is writing about life". I think so too.
From the very beginning, "I have the secret of a lock in my heart" to the present "keeping a diary is writing my life", I feel that I have made great progress. But I really can't open my heart and talk to others, because there are many things in my heart that I don't want to recall. I really can't talk to others and myself. So I think the diary is my first friend, and I still can't have an open dialogue with it. Then I have thought about what my future is like and what my future self is like. Finally, I think thinking is the key to open the door of wisdom; Thinking is a machine that penetrates an unknown tunnel; Thinking is a tool to broaden your horizons; Thinking is the ladder to the top of success; Thinking is a bridge between communication and success; Thinking is a ship sailing to the other side. Only when you know how to think can you gain real knowledge and success.
Please think about it. What is your diary? !
My father has been in hospital for more than three months, and only my mother has been with him. We all went back to visit him in pieces They have lived in the small courtyard for decades, and the small courtyard with words all over the wall has never lived. Hospital days always make people understand a lot, such as about life, about health, about life. In order to carefully record the course of my father's illness, my sister and I brought notebooks and pens to record in detail the time and times of my father's infusion, injection and ECG. Sometimes I can see my mother holding Ben from a distance (she is presbyopia) and then carefully put it down.
I was sorting out my father's things under the hospital bed that day and suddenly found the bound book. My sister said it was my mother's diary. I'm surprised. Mom's diary? I smiled and looked at the pages carefully, and suddenly I burst into tears. My mother is the oldest in the family. In those special times, she only went to school for a few days and was illiterate all her life. My father was very versatile when he was young. According to her, after he was admitted to Peking University, the county magistrate personally sent him to school. He can also play the erhu, and the whole Chaoyanggou > he will dip in wicker to paint and write, which looks like a flower from a distance. Every year during the New Year, he will write couplets to the villagers for several days. He has been paid for many years and won many awards from advanced journalists. After graduating from college, I did criminal investigation in Xinjiang. I don't know why they came together, because the education level is so different. In my years of growing up, I never thought about this problem. I only know that they often quarrel and their mother often cries, because of some differences of opinion and some extremely inconsistent views on things.
Time is flowing silently, they are getting closer and closer, and we are also getting married separately, away from them. I heard my mother say that my father began to teach her to write, and taught me to write our names and daily words with my father's usual brush. My father said that my mother studied very hard, and her handwriting was as big and powerful as that of a newly enrolled child. Every time I go home, my father will take out the words written by my mother and praise her progress. Whenever this happens, my mother is very happy, and her wrinkled face is full of smiles. She is also very studious. Whenever she comes across words she doesn't know, she asks us, standing in front of those words, reading them word by word, sometimes repeating them many times. The distance from home to the street is a five-meter-long alley with gray-black flat brick walls. My mother picked up the chalk and filled it with words. Even the vacant lot at home is full of words.
Today, my mother can finally keep a diary with the words she has learned. Today, she bought several dishes, how much did she spend? Today, she visited the old couple, what did she bring, what did her father eat today, who cooked the rice, whether it was sweet or salty. There is also her mood, such as sadness, for example, because she is worried about her father's illness and can't sleep at night, and she is worried about the coldness of her younger son's business trip; She records the process of her father's leg edema fading every day. She calls her father an old man. Those words have no punctuation marks and no two spaces at the beginning, so they are a little messy line by line.
I seem to see my mother standing in front of my father's bed, writing her feelings seriously and laboriously with that thick pencil. She worked hard for this family for half her life, until only she and her father were left in the yard, and she began to learn to write the words/knowledge/culture that she longed to understand. Although it is a little late, after all, you can record your life with words like me and us. I carefully put away my mother's diary, and my heart was full of sunshine at that moment. Bless mother, bless father.
It's sunny and sunny today, which makes me feel very happy. So, I suggested to my mother to go shopping in New World Shopping Mall. My mother listened and said, "Well, the Spring Festival is coming soon. Let's go shopping."
When I came to the New World Shopping Mall, I saw a sea of people everywhere, all carrying big bags and small bags. It seems that I must return home with a full load. We managed to squeeze into the elevator, and every floor of the elevator was crowded with people. I'm really worried that the elevator will not be able to bear the load.
On the second floor, I was even more surprised. There are so many people on the second floor that it is packed. We walked into the "R" city and came out. Although there are all kinds of goods in it, there are so many people that the bosses are overwhelmed. Out of the "R" city, my mother and I continued to wander. I walked into a fashion shop and took a fancy to a white sweater, so I tried it on, changed my clothes, and took a photo in the mirror after I came out. Oh, not bad. I hurried to ask my mother's opinion. My mother looked up and down and said, "It's beautiful, but it's not very special." I listened to it, looked at it again, and thought it was really ordinary, so I said, "Go first and then calculate." Then, we will look for my goal. After walking for about fifteen minutes, I saw a white sweater with a sleeveless vest in a shop and wanted to try it on. Then the boss said, "This dress can't be tried on. We looked at these clothes and found them beautiful. So I decided to buy it. I took a fancy to another set-off dress, and after a round of bargaining, I finally bought it at a price that everyone thought was suitable.
After buying clothes, we strolled around for a while and found that everything was so busy. I am not only happy today, but also find that the atmosphere of the New Year is very strong, full of festive atmosphere everywhere, and people are smiling. Oh, now the society is prosperous and stable, and our life is really happy!
Laba has the custom of eating Laba porridge on this day. Laba porridge is also called "Qibao Wuwei porridge". China has been drinking Laba porridge for more than 1000 years. It first started in the Song Dynasty. On the day of Laba, whether it is the imperial court, the government, temples, or the people's homes, Laba porridge will be cooked. In the Qing Dynasty, the custom of drinking Laba porridge became more popular. At court, emperors, queens and princes give laba porridge to civil and military ministers and attendants, and distribute rice and fruit to monasteries for monks to eat. In the folk, every household should also make laba porridge to worship their ancestors; At the same time, family members get together for dinner and give gifts to relatives and friends.
There are many kinds of Laba porridge in China. Among them, Beiping is the most exquisite, and there are many items mixed in white rice, including red dates, lotus seeds, walnuts, chestnuts, almonds, pine nuts, longan, hazelnuts, grapes, ginkgo, water chestnut, moss, roses, red beans, peanuts and so on. There are no fewer than twenty kinds in all. On the night of the seventh day of the twelfth lunar month, people began to get busy, washing rice, soaking fruits, peeling, removing stones and picking carefully, then cooking in the middle of the night and stewing with low fire until Laba porridge was cooked the next morning.
More sophisticated people should first carve fruits into human shapes, animals and patterns, and then cook them in a pot. More distinctive is to put "fruit lion" in Laba porridge. Fruit lion is a lion made of several kinds of fruits, with peeled and dried crisp dates as the lion's body, half walnut kernel as the lion's head, peach kernel as the lion's foot and sweet almond as the lion's tail. Then stick them together with sugar and put them in a porridge bowl, just like a little lion. If the bowl is bigger, you can put two lions or four little lions. More exquisite, it is made of jujube paste, red bean paste, yam, hawthorn cake and other foods in various colors, and kneaded into statues of the Eight Immortals, the birthday girl, Luohan and so on. This decorative Laba porridge can only be seen on the altar of a big temple in the past.
After laba porridge is cooked, you should sacrifice to God and ancestors first. After that, give it to relatives and friends, and be sure to send it out before noon. Finally, the whole family eats together. It is a good sign that the leftover Laba porridge will be preserved after eating for a few days, which means "more than one year". If you give porridge to the poor, it will be better for you. Laba porridge also has the function of witchcraft in the folk. If there are flowers and fruit trees in the yard, put some Laba porridge on the branches. I believe it will bear more fruits next year. On the day of Laba, in addition to offering sacrifices to ancestors and worshipping God, there are people who mourn the national subjugation and place their grief.
In the northeast, there is also a proverb "Laba Laba, frozen chin", which means that Laba is very cold on this day. Eating Laba porridge can keep people warm and resist the cold. "Laba porridge can't be finished, and there will be a bumper harvest after eating Laba porridge." The eighth day of the twelfth lunar month is a traditional folk festival in China-"Laba Festival". On this day in Guanzhong area, every household should cook a pot of "Laba porridge" and have a good meal. Not only adults and dolls eat it, but also some animals, chickens and dogs, and put some on doors, walls and trees for good luck.
A week ago, my mother bought me three narcissus heads. At first glance, I almost thought daffodils were garlic. Yes, there is little difference between daffodils and garlic. No wonder there is a saying that "daffodils don't bloom-play dumb". I regularly make several oblique cuts on the narcissus head, put them in a basin filled with clear water and sediment, and put them on the balcony.
With this daffodil, I have one more thing every day. I finish my homework and calm down to see my daffodil. After four or five days, I went to the balcony to watch. I was surprised to find that something half a knuckle long appeared at the opening. Like jade carving, it is milky white from the bottom to the top, and the top is dark green, tender and lovely. I cried, mom, come and see, the daffodils are sprouting! "After my mother saw it, she told me to adjust the temperature properly in the future so that it could blossom as scheduled. So I took the daffodils off the balcony and moved to the study.
On the fourth day after the narcissus arrived in the study, I went to add water to it, only to find that the tender buds had turned into flat and long green leaves. Green glitters, each piece is about two fingers high, strong and beautiful, soft and strong. When I look carefully, there is something like a candle heart hidden among the green leaves, which is a flower bone.
Three days later in the morning, I just woke up, and a wisp of fragrance floated through the mosquito net. I climbed out of bed and came to the study. The daffodils are really in bloom, and among the green leaves, a few small flowers are dotted with them. Each piece of white petal contains a pale yellow stamen, which exudes a refreshing fragrance and is charming and intoxicating. A breeze blew, and the little flower nodded again and again, as if dancing in a skirt against the water, crystal clear and fascinating. The flower heart holds the golden wine glass, slim and graceful, very lovely. My mother told me that today is just "development" and the total number of flowers is not much. Tomorrow will be a "climax", and all the buds will open together for the whole family to enjoy.
I think mom is right. Tomorrow, daffodils will bloom!
Today, I saw a strange plant at my aunt's house. So I went to ask my aunt, and she said, "This is evergreen".
Evergreen is a beautiful woody plant. It is about 20 cm high and its roots are light brown. Evergreen trees have about 40 leaves. Its leaves are like a small spoon and its stems are very thin. Walking past, there is a smell similar to cucumber, which is very fragrant. Why is it called evergreen? I'm confused. I consulted the book "100,000 Why" and got the answer, which is written in the book. Because this plant is evergreen all the year round, it has been blue for millions of years, so this plant is called "evergreen". This little tree is on the back window of my aunt's house. I smell this fragrance and feel very comfortable. I think, if our life is like an "evergreen tree", it would be great if we never get old! I like the leaves of "Evergreen", and I prefer the name "Evergreen".
Excellent composition in diary1011.1.08 Wednesday is cloudy.
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Today, I talked with Zeng, Zhu Yutong about piggy bank.
The four of them have all kinds of piggy banks. I also want a colorful piggy bank. After school, I begged my mother to buy me a piggy bank, too My mother thought I got 99 points in the midterm math exam, which was not bad. She smiled and said to me, "well, I'll buy you one, but you can't spend money indiscriminately." Can you do it? " I jumped up happily: "Yes, I can!" " We went to the supermarket and bought a piggy bank.
When I got home, I couldn't wait to open the box and take the piggy bank out of it. Shaped like a "snake doll", I gave it a nice name "DOG Powder". Momo powder is mostly dressed in pink, only the face and belly are white, and the belly is printed with several big characters "the star of the future", while Momo powder's nose is protruding, which makes me curious, mom. I tried it, and sure enough, when I pressed its nose, it was all bright green.
This is my piggy bank. I like it very much. Do you have such a lovely piggy bank
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