Unconsciously, the day's life is over. I think everyone has learned a lot of new knowledge. It's time to keep a diary. Have you figured out how to keep a diary? The following are five excellent compositions in my diary, which I hope will help you.
Excellent composition in diary1Saturday, April 29th, sunny
I helped my mother wash the dishes this morning. I accidentally squeezed too much detergent, so I poured half of it into the bottle.
Wow, what a heavy pot! My little hand was squashed and red, but I still put it under the tap.
I started washing dishes. I washed the oil pan and bowl with a brush first. Turn on the tap again and wash the foam clean. It's really clean. My mother praised me for being sensible, and I was so happy.
I am very unhappy today, because the diary written by some students is not good, and the teacher is angry and asks everyone to rewrite it.
But the teacher loves us. Let's keep more diaries and practice more.
However, when writing a diary, someone always talks and asks me to write slowly. I told them to concentrate on their diaries, but they just wouldn't listen.
I said to myself, "Don't listen, don't listen." I am very angry.
But I'm also doing good for them. I'd better write it myself.
Saturday, May 7th is fine.
It started to blow strongly this morning, and the wind became violent. When the wind on the sea gets angry, the waves become the servants of the wind.
The wind on the earth is angry, the trees will bow their heads, the grass will bend over, the wind will roar to the earth, and the dust will fly.
The wind on the grassland is even stronger, which is a tornado, uprooting small trees and grass, making everyone fidgety.
I want to say to Feng, "If you are unhappy, don't make others unhappy. If you are angry, don't let others suffer. Let the world become an unhappy place! " "
Mom's words:
I was chatting with teacher Yu once. Speaking of my daughter's diary, I said that I was not satisfied with what she wrote, but my daughter always felt that all teachers got A+ and should be posted on the blog of the school newspaper. I've never posted it. Teacher Yu suggested that I send it up to give the children a sense of accomplishment.
On second thought, I remembered that the teacher's advice was really good. I told my daughter the news, and her daughter proudly said, "I told you long ago that you should have posted my article long ago." You see, even Mr. Yu agrees! " Hehe, judging from her posture, it seems that even the authorities agree, don't you agree? Even if you have opinions, you should keep them.
The above is a diary written by my daughter recently. I hope you can give me some guidance. Because her daughter's diary always gets A+ from the teacher, she is always full of confidence. When I saw her good sentence, I wanted to praise it. My daughter told me happily why she could write so well. Looking at her self-confidence, I really can't bear to hit her, because there are many good articles written by children of the same age in the school newspaper blog.
I have hardly corrected my daughter's three diaries except for a few typos. The first article she wrote was about the process of washing dishes. It was not very vivid, but it was relatively complete. In the second article, she wrote about her psychological process and feelings. The third article is purely a combination of reality and imagination, which is a bit unexpected to me. I want my daughter to write more notes. Seeing her confident expression, I don't know how to tell her, for fear of hurting her confidence.
When children start writing articles, sometimes they are afraid that they will not be able to start if they say too much. As long as she can express her thoughts, it will be fine. The point is that she loves to keep a diary now. Mr. Yu suggested reading more books, reading good books, reading widely, learning from others, and many a mickle makes a mickle.
Once upon a time, there lived a young man on an island far away. He has no relatives or friends, only a diary. He writes down his dreams and hopes in his diary every day, and there are countless. This diary is his pillar.
One day, the young man was ill, very ill. Knowing that his time was running out, he laboriously took out his most cherished diary, wrote down the last diary and put it in a wooden box. Soon, the young man closed his eyes ...
Decades later, the island was flooded, and the wooden box floated with the water, so it floated and floated. ...
Once, a fisherman picked up a wooden box while fishing and pulling the net. He opened the wooden box and found a diary. He carefully turned it page by page. He is reading the dreams of a lonely young man, but those dreams have always become distant memories. Every night, he also learned from young people to write down some things that happened that day and record his story of fighting with big winds and waves at sea. In this way, after a long time, the fishermen put their diaries back in the wooden box and threw them into the sea.
The diary followed Shui Piao again, and the water silently stroked the wooden box. ...
One day, a little boy found a wooden box on the shore. He opened the box. At this time, his diary began to turn yellow slightly. After reading the diary carefully, the child seems to realize something. He also picked up a pen and wrote down his hope for the future and his respect for the young man and fisherman ... Then he threw the wooden box into the sea.
The wooden box is floating like this, constantly floating, I don't know where it has gone, and I don't know if anyone will write anything on it in the future. ...
Diary Excellent Composition 3 20xx July 7th Sunny Saturday
All the students frowned in the examination room. I clenched my pen and lost in thought. How to write "sincerity"? A feeling of chagrin welled up in my mind. Can you copy an article you have memorized? Don't! "Honesty" must be done before it can be written. So I racked my brains to think hard. ...
Long out of breath, finally finished. Although the style of writing is not good, but a clear conscience, "integrity"!
20xx It will be cloudy on Sunday, August 25th.
I failed in the college entrance examination this year. Repeat? No An acre of land at home is really unable to support that crumbling home. I have to go out to work to pay off the debts I owe at school!
Carrying my luggage, I came to a clothing store. "Do you want to recruit?" I asked carefully. The chubby proprietress looked me up and down and nodded. I smiled.
The proprietress pointed to a shirt with a price tag of 50 yuan and said to me, "Take that label off and put it on!" I took the label of the proprietress and looked, "Wow, 150 yuan!" I shouted in my heart, but I couldn't help saying, "Why is it so expensive?" Looking at the red banner on the wall, the words "honest and trustworthy" are particularly dazzling. My face is burning.
20xx September 1 Sunday cloudy
"Don't want to be here, just roll for me! Do you think I can't find anyone? " The chubby proprietress glared at me and shouted at me. Because I didn't do what she said, I didn't want to take off the old label and put on her new label. I picked up my luggage and headed for the street with my head held high. ...
"I can't sell my conscience because of money!" This is the last sentence I left for the proprietress. Since then, I have embarked on a long road to find a job.
Thursday, September 5th, 20xx is cloudy and sunny.
With the help of a classmate, I went to a beauty salon as an apprentice. I didn't have to pay tuition, and I still had 50 yuan of living expenses every month. It was worth it!
"Cutting", "cutting" and "blowing" have become my compulsory courses every day. I try to learn from my master. Because I know the truth, it's now or never.
20xx165438+1sunny Monday on October 25th.
I own my own beauty salon, which is full of customers. I take "honesty and trustworthiness" and "serving customers wholeheartedly" as my purpose of action. Soldiers, disabled people and blind people come to me for preferential treatment. The bright sunshine outside the window shines on me. The words "Integrity Beauty Salon" on the plaque sparkled in the sun.
"Integrity is not only a person's virtue, but also a guarantee for a person's career success!" The teacher's words rang in my ears from time to time.
I believe that as long as there is sunshine, there is honesty. The sun shines on the earth, and "sincerity" will also fill the earth.
short review
This is the composition answer sheet in diary style. Honesty is the right way to do business. The author used several diaries to write down his mental journey in the social atmosphere of fraud, deception, lack of credibility and dishonesty. The full text closely follows the topic of "honesty": I dropped the list because of "honesty" and didn't copy the prepared composition; I was fired by my boss's wife because of "honesty", and the beauty salon is full of customers because of "honesty" ... clear intention, prominent center and clear clues are the outstanding advantages of this article. In addition, this article is a diary, the language is simple and natural, and the feelings are true and credible, just like talking face to face with intimate friends.
Unfortunately, the short paragraph at the end seems a bit redundant. (Xu Zhi)
Lei Feng is everywhere in our life, and there is a living Lei Feng around me.
There is a white-bearded grandfather living downstairs in our house-Grandpa Liu.
Grandpa Liu is different from other old people. He gets up early every day, but he gets up too early. He doesn't go for a walk in the garden or play Tai Chi in the Woods beside the road. Instead, I climbed to the sixth floor with a broom as soon as I got up, and then swept down step by step, often sweating.
The uncles and aunts in the unit saw it and said, "Uncle Liu, have a rest! We will sweep the stairs ourselves. " However, Uncle Liu said, "Nothing, you still have to go to work. You are very tired when you come back from work every day. I'm fine at home. I can do all this and exercise! " Therefore, Grandpa Liu still gets up early to sweep the floor every day. This has continued until now. Rain or shine, Grandpa Liu gets up and cleans on time. By the time we went to school, the stairs had been cleaned very clean. In this way, the staircase hygiene in our community is the cleanest I have ever seen, thanks to Grandpa Liu's hard work. Diary daquan
In our daily life, there are still many living Lei Feng. In fact, it is not difficult to do a good deed, but it is difficult to do a good deed all your life.
We should work as hard as Lei Feng and be useful to society.
Be your best self.
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.
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