As the day draws to a close, there must be something worth recording. It's time to write a summary and keep a diary. So what format does the diary have? The following are 9 life diaries I compiled for you, hoping to help you.
What did you do in spring? Have you picked the buds representing spring yourself? For example, willow buds perceive the first touch of green in spring.
Willow bud, as its name implies, is the new bud of willow. In the neighborhood where my family lives, willows are planted on the roadside. Every spring, when I feel that there is not much green on the outdoor ground, the willows sprout first. They are yellow-green, tender and tender, which makes people reluctant to touch them. Watching, a hazy and beautiful warmth unconsciously poured into their hearts. A while ago, I went to the roadside to pick some willow buds, washed them and dried them. Yesterday, I tasted Liuya tea with great interest. In order to better taste the taste of willow buds, I put five or six dried willow buds in a cup and poured boiling water without adding other tea for the first time. After two minutes, I went straight to the mouth. It felt a little bitter at first, but it was just right. It turned out to be a little sweet. In retrospect, there is a tender taste of spring leaves, as if I tasted the taste of earth. During the second brewing, I added my favorite Longjing to the willow bud. I can't describe the taste, but it obviously feels a lot heavier, but it's not as simple and direct as the simple taste of willow buds.
When I was drinking tea, my mother-in-law saw it coming and took a look. She said categorically that it was a good thing. If your muscles and bones ache, it will be very useful to drink it, and the cooked cold salad is also delicious ... I am in a bad mood after listening to my mother-in-law. I only knew that willow buds could be brewed with other teas before, but I didn't know it had so many uses. So I picked up my mobile phone and began to look for the efficacy of willow buds, only to know that people are genuine. In some places, people especially like willow buds. Blanch the picked willow buds with boiling water to remove bitterness, and then add ingredients to eat them cold, or eat them in rice or pasta. It is said that it can clear away heat and improve eyesight. More people who love to eat collect them in large quantities in early spring, blanch them to dry and preserve them. If you want to make tea, take it out with less water. If you want to eat, take it out with more water and use it after boiling.
But I still like to make tea with willow buds, which is full of memories of spring. Drinking it can also play a certain role in health preservation. But if you want to get willow buds, you must grasp the timing of picking, get the best taste, and leave the messenger of this spring better.
On Sunday, my neighbor's children came to see me running in the park. I got up quickly and walked to Zhengxing Park with my neighbors. The air in the park is particularly fresh in the morning, and people are in a good mood.
We climbed the rockery, stood on it and saw many tall buildings. How beautiful! After playing for a while, we are ready to go down the mountain. When I climbed halfway up the mountain, a big boy came out of nowhere and gave me a push from behind. I fell from the middle and fell on the wall, dizzy. My head is swollen and I scraped my skin. By the time I got up, the boy had run away without a trace, which really pissed me off. I even said, "I'm sorry." It is impolite not to say anything. I immediately lost my happy mood.
My hometown is in Shandong, where there are abundant fruits, including apples, grapes, walnuts and big red dates, among which apples are my favorite.
In the spring of March, the drizzle is like silk, and the tall and straight apple trees are full of beautiful and moving flowers. Pink petals and yellow stamens are beautiful. Flowers are in full bloom, attracting countless beautiful flowers and many passers-by. Some passers-by stopped to admire, some picked flowers to dress themselves up, and some took pictures as a souvenir. Passers-by breathed intoxicating flowers. The apple orchard is full of laughter.
In April, the apple tree soaked by the spring rain stretched out its little green hand. A gust of wind blew, and my little hand swayed as if to say hello to you.
Today, I was scolded by my teacher at school, because I couldn't help laughing. That's because the conversation with my deskmate makes me feel funny. She not only laughed at the dark complexion of the person in front of me and called her black sesame oil, but also talked with Teacher Yang. In Fuyang's words, that neurotic guy married a psychopath and gave birth to a neurotic woman, which is really funny. I couldn't help laughing, and even made a pig bark. My deskmate and the man in front of me laughed together, and the laughter spread throughout the classroom. I tried my best to calm myself down, but I couldn't bear to see them laughing and saying that the man in front was black sesame oil, an African woman and an African oil thief. Laughter made the teacher walk off the platform, staring at us with stern eyes and pointing at us with sharp fingers. Only then did we stop laughing and pretend that nothing had happened.
Life Diary 4 Stories pass by in a hurry, and those scattered memories remain in my heart and become a beautiful scenery.
Senior one, at that time, let the memory be fixed in the color of our high school, full of rich gray, bit by bit. Every day seems to be the same, class, class, eating at 3: 01, just like the program set by the machine, just to catch the end of the college entrance examination.
Laughter and tears are gone forever, leaving a brand-new life. Step into the second year of high school and walk into your classroom. You will see strange faces, sit in your own position and start a new high school life. ...
Time is like a song and water. Blink of an eye, half a year is about to leave. I remember the first year of high school. Looking through the memories of the first year of high school, a trace of emotion is an inner feeling. I have complained about my homework countless times, "resented" my classmates countless times, and vomited about this course countless times. I don't know, but a year later it has become the most beautiful memory that we can never erase.
I have seen many scenery and visited many beautiful places, but only that life has made me grow the most. At that time, my classmates, now friends, solved problems together and ran together, and they were sad because of the retrogression in the exam. It seems that the past is still vivid. Time is a trip with no return, and both good and bad are scenery. At the crossroads of life, some people turn left, others choose different directions ... Imagine the beauty at that time, which will become the most indelible memory of our high school life.
Although we have chosen different paths, a pure heart has never changed and our friendship will not change. Perhaps this is a precious treasure, which I cherish and look forward to. What kind of world will it be when we meet again? When we meet again, what a wonderful gift it will be to remember the first year of high school together!
When I entered the second year of senior high school, my daily life was also a struggle, but I am looking forward to finishing my studies quickly, because I can meet you on the road, even a few simple words between us will still light up my life!
Memories in memory, memories of the past, and hide them in the deepest place. ...
My favorite after-school life is outdoor activities. I have been to the seaside three times, but all of them are just to see the sea. One day in the summer vacation, I finally swam the sea.
I went to Shangchuan Island with my parents. As soon as I got to Shangchuan Island, I rushed to the sea. I just wanted to jump into the water when my mother shouted, "You haven't worn swimming trunks and life jackets yet!" " "I'll stop and change clothes with my mother. After changing clothes, I walked across the beach. The sand on the beach is loose and soft. I want to walk faster, but I can't walk fast. Walking to the seaside, we swam to the sea. Suddenly a wave hit us, itchy, really fun. My parents and I want something more exciting, so we swim outside. When we reached the warning line, a shocking wave rushed over. " Pa "hit us, pushed us to the top of the wave, and then covered us." My parents and I both took a sip of seawater, which was a little salty and bitter. We smiled at each other and smiled happily.
On the way back, my mother asked me, "Did you have a good time? What is the happiest thing? " I replied, "Yes, I can go to DaHai You and see amazing waves."
I like the sea, the sea is like my home, we should protect the sea!
Life Diary 6 My after-school life is rich and colorful. I like playing table tennis, basketball, piano and painting ... swimming is my favorite.
When I first learned to swim, I thought swimming was very simple. As a result, I drank a lot of water because I didn't get to the point, and I was very depressed when I got home. Dad encouraged me to say that Rome was not built in a day. As long as you persist and work hard, you will succeed. I got up the courage to take part in the training again. After the second and third training, I slowly made progress, but I was not proud. After repeated efforts, I finally learned backstroke. I'm so happy!
After I learned backstroke, my parents took me to the swimming pool to practice. My mother asked me to compete with my father to see who could swim faster. We started swimming. One moment the arm floats like a fish, and the other moment it turns like a fan. Finally, my father and I tied, and then we began to hold our breath. I took a deep breath and quickly dived into the water. I wanted to beat my father, but I was still tied, my mother said.
This is my after-school life, full of happiness.
Life Diary 7 Summer vacation is not only like a pavilion for people to rest, but also can make people breathe a sigh of relief and relieve fatigue. At the same time, it is also like a springboard to help people, where they can gain strength.
The summer vacation passed quietly, just like the arrival of a new semester. In order to welcome the new semester, Han Shu also has a plan, as she said: I have made corresponding preparations in energy and physical strength. I bought books related to my major as soon as I had a holiday, as well as books on learning Korean. At the same time, I also asked the teaching assistants of the same major some questions about my professional courses. Besides, climbing for half an hour every day also makes me feel more energetic.
Wan Jie is no exception. He didn't miss a good opportunity to recharge his batteries in the summer vacation: I started writing my graduation thesis next semester, and I learned what to use in writing my thesis during the holiday. At the same time, I felt that my English was not good enough, so I signed up for a free intensive English holiday class at school, mainly studying workplace English. Besides, I also took a holiday course at the university to prepare for my future work.
For international students,' psychological adjustment' from vacation to school is an important turning point. Juck Zhang reminded overseas students that when the holiday ends, they should make good study arrangements for the next semester, not only to relax, but also to make good plans for the new semester. We should adjust ourselves in time and re-enter the study and life state of international students. For students who have been feeling the pressure of studying abroad, especially those who have just spent half a year or 1 year, they should sum up their past difficulties, including psychological endurance and study pressure, and find suitable solutions as soon as possible with the help of friends or schools so as to appear in the new semester. For students who are about to graduate, they should arrange their study in the later stage of studying abroad and start making plans after graduation.
Life Diary 8 is like a bird eager to spread its wings and fly to the sky, eager to enjoy freedom happily between clouds and trees. At the age of five, she entered kindergarten.
It is a very ordinary and humble primary school, and the place where we study is in it. It doesn't matter whether the ground is mud or the walls are lime. What matters is the ceiling that leaks when it rains. At that time, the uneven ground paved with black soil was full of soil washed by rain, with a black luster. Children are always extra careful when walking on the ground.
Even so, I can still feel a kind of happiness and comfort that only children can taste. In my spare time, I either play games with children or hide under a big tree and listen to my sister recite the text. I don't know what they are reading. I just listened quietly with my chin cupped. I wonder why they can read so fast and fluently. Every few days, my teacher and other teachers will give you an hour or two of music lessons with the old Tan pedal organ. When we can't read, the teacher will copy the lyrics to the blackboard and teach us to read word by word. We will sing Na Ying's Looking at Flowers in the Fog, Mai's How Many Good Sisters Do You Have, and the fast-paced Selling Newspapers and Reading Lang. I also sang those sad songs, whose names I forgot ... I carefully read the lyrics and sang with everyone. At this moment, immature children's voices suddenly flooded into my ears like a trend, making me feel nostalgic and comfortable!
From that moment on, I fell in love with music quietly. Perhaps I was born out of fear, or perhaps the beauty of music inspired my musical cells. I have that fascination and yearning for music. ...
Life Diary 9 Life is a dish with five flavors.
I didn't know that life should have flavor before, but when I was bored, I always felt tasteless. Along the way, suddenly looking back, those beautiful past events still last forever.
I sang the ballad of "catching loach" in primary school. In that carefree life, I don't know what words are more appropriate to describe you. Happy, happy, jump, jump or play. one
When I was in junior high school, when I sang "We are Young Pioneers". In the youthful time of Peng Pai, where the heart is surging, there are also figures of our struggle.
Singing "My future is not a dream" in high school was a rude awakening. I found that I am no longer a little girl, and the future is not a dream, but if I don't work hard, it will always be a dream.
I'm not afraid of being advanced, I just miss it. I also want to take risks, but I don't have the capital yet. I also want to travel, but at the moment I can only bend my head and do my homework silently.
I always thought I was lonely, but I wasn't. There were ups and downs along the way. The road ahead is still far, and we will all grow up slowly. The preparation now is to run better. In the process of running, I realized the taste of life.