On the first 1 night of the fourth grade diary, it was quiet, and the moonlight sprinkled on the earth, like a layer of gauze and a thick layer of frost. This reminds me of Li Bai's poem "The foot of the bed is bright, is there a first frost?" . The moonlight is so pure and real.
The stars in the sky, like naughty children, quietly pierced several small holes in the sky while the mother moon was not paying attention. Looking at the earth with that shiny little eye, as if looking for something. But mother moon is there, dancing with wisps of clouds. The light it emits is so soft.
Today, my father and I went to the store to buy delicious food and found that all women's products were on sale. When I got home, I looked at my calendar. I didn't expect Mother's Day to be in two days. What do I want to give my mother? I want to listen to other people's advice online.
As soon as I got home, I turned on my computer and sent a message in the QQ group, "Mother's Day is here. What do you think I should give my mother? " Suddenly everyone is talking about it. Some people simply told the story behind Mother's Day, some people told the significance of Mother's Day, and some people told what they gave their mother.
Xie Xinyu, a tennis fan, said, I don't have pocket money, but I'm handy. I can make a greeting card for my mother. "
Zhang said, "Of course, beautiful carnations will be sent on Mother's Day. Anyway, carnations are also called girls who have no worries, so that mothers can forget their worries.
"How to buy with money? The money itself is given to you by my mother, so what's the point of buying gifts with my mother's money? I think my mother will be moved even if she hits her back. "
It seems that the most important thing is not what you give, but your mind.
Yesterday, my family packed jiaozi together at home.
We have prepared 7 kg of flour, 3 kg of celery, 4 kg of meat, 4 eggs, a handful of onion, a little ginger, soy sauce, salt and monosodium glutamate.
My father began to knead flour, my mother cut celery and onion ginger, and I beat eggs, because adding eggs can make flour smoother, more tasty and not sticky.
Mixing dough is the most important step. Let's pour the flour into a basin first. Wow! Flour flies around in the air like white fog, then pour water in, knead for a while, then pour eggs in, knead hard until it is tough enough to tear off, and then "stop work". Stir the chopped meat, celery, onion and ginger together, then pour in soy sauce, monosodium glutamate and salt (according to personal taste) and stir continuously until all the seasonings are uniform.
Now we are going to make leather. Dad will rub the flour into strips and tear them off one by one. As for me, I will try my best to help him round and make the rolled dumpling skin look like a small round cake. Mother squashed the round dough with a rolling pin and kept rolling it back and forth to make it thin. If some places are too thick, roll them a few more times. After a while, the dumpling skin will be ready.
My favorite is Bao jiaozi, because I can make them into any shape I want. I'll hold the jiaozi slices in my hand first, then put the stuffing on them (note: don't put too much to avoid exposing the stuffing), and finally knead them into the shape I want. However, the best we can do is to knead it into a fan, like a shell. I folded a series of lace on it and molded jiaozi into a standard shape by pressing.
We finally wrapped jiaozi, so let's try some. After a while, "Wow, it smells good! Delicious! " Jiaozi made by myself is delicious.
I usually see those environmental workers sweeping the street. Seeing the dirty garbage in the trash can, I am not afraid of suffering or being tired. I think they are great. Today, I am also going to be a little environmental guardian.
Today, I invited two other students to pick up garbage by Yongning River. Since it is a small environmental protection, of course, we can't let mom drive, so we will go by bike. As soon as I get to Yongning River, wow! The scenery is really beautiful. Willow trees are shaded by the river, and the grass is like a green blanket. Suddenly, I saw a drink bottle thrown on the ground. After a few steps, I found napkins, snack bags, cigarette butts, melon seeds and so on. Who threw it! How can you leave these things in such a poor, beautiful and clean place? I thought to myself. It's like we have a lot of ugly pimples on our clean faces. I quickly took the garbage bags in one hand and delivered them all in the other. That's it. We'll pick it up as we walk. By the time I finished this road, the garbage bag was full. Then we sort the garbage and put it all in the trash can on the roadside. After all this, looking back at the clean road we picked up, I feel particularly proud and cool.
Nowadays, environmental protection guards are a little hard, but they feel very meaningful. I advocate that when you go out to play, remember to take away the garbage and leave a beautiful place. Be a good citizen who cares about the earth.
The ancients said: "It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die. Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village. " When I think of this poem by a great poet in the Tang Dynasty, it seems that Tomb-Sweeping Day is coming, and the footsteps of Qingming are not far away, only one step away.
Because Tomb-Sweeping Day is at school and can't live at home. At home, it's really delicious to eat the fruit that you can't usually eat! Moreover, you can't accompany your family to the countryside to sweep graves (go hiking), pay New Year greetings to the deceased, pay New Year greetings to them, and send them a delicious home-cooked Qingming fruit. Let them wish me better study and success in my studies.
So, my father was free at home on Saturday and decided to take me back to my hometown to sweep my grandmother's grave. I immediately brought the Qingming fruit made at home, put a basket and a clean newspaper under it, and then carefully laid the Qingming fruit in it to avoid an accident. Finally, I put the basket in the trunk of the car. After everything was ready, our family got on the bus. On the bumpy mountain road, the car kept bumping, and then I remembered the delicious food in the trunk. I am very worried and worried. I told dad to drive slowly, especially where there are pits. We took a leisurely ride, just like an old cow dragging its legs.
After half an hour of turbulence, we finally reached grandma's grave. I'll take out the Qingming fruit and put it away. I took the incense, bowed deeply and made several obeisances. Please take Ann to grandma and say hello to her. After reading the etiquette of the Chinese nation, he took out firecrackers and rang. The sound is deafening, just like thunder in the sky. Scared my brother to tears. Later, I silently made a wish in front of the grave, "I hope grandma can bless me to make faster progress in my studies, and my whole family will live a happy life, be healthy and succeed in my studies." (The process of going to the grave is not specific)
This is a traditional festival of our Chinese nation. It's so meaningful. It's unusual. It's much better. It's so interesting and unusual. There are activities, studies and delicious food. This is a festival different from other festivals. It is much more interesting and meaningful than western festivals.
The happiest thing when I was growing up was the Christmas Eve last Christmas.
Last year1October 24th, 165438+, I had a happy evening with my mother. I remember that night, the streets were brightly lit and the traffic was endless. My mother and I followed the bustling crowd to our homes and supermarkets. We chose a big Christmas tree, and then bought colored lights, pictures and many small gifts. When I got home, my mother and I were busy decorating the Christmas tree. Hang a string of colored lights first, plug the power into the socket, and then install the remote control button. 1 of "pa", all the colored lights are lit up, colorful and beautiful! Then we hung many small gifts on the Christmas tree and dressed them up in colorful ways. My mother and I looked at each other, holding hands, jumping around the beautiful Christmas tree and singing cheerful songs. I found that my mother's eyes revealed not only joy, but also kindness and concern for me. I stared at my mother and felt that at this moment, I was the happiest child in the world!
I will never forget that happy and happy Christmas Eve!
Diary of Grade Four: April 2nd, July 7th. This is a memorable day. We will hold the 13th Spring Track and Field Games in the Second Experimental School!
I didn't care about breakfast, but I brought all kinds of snacks to satisfy my hunger. We came to the playground early, waiting for the start of the sports meeting.
By eight o'clock sharp, the sports meeting will start on time. At the opening ceremony, the drummers were dressed neatly and refreshed.
The game has started. Look, the 60-meter runner is eager to try. After a gunshot, they rushed out of the cage like tigers and ran to the finish line. We all beat the drinks bottles in our hands to cheer them up. As expected, the athletes in our class won the first place, that is, the so-called speed of 60, 100, relying on perseverance of 400,800.
We pay special attention to field events, because our class is sure to win this project. Three athletes signed up for this project, including two athletes in our class. Sure enough, our class included the first and second place in this project.
We think this is what we should have in Class Five and Class Four!
I recently heard a song called "My Skateboarding Shoes", so I want to learn skateboarding. I hope I can learn.
My sister is already familiar with skateboarding for the first time. The first step of skateboarding is to get on the board slowly, and then I can skate by twisting my right foot, but I can't get on it. My sister helped me skate round and round, and the posture was right slowly, and the skating was more decent, but I dare not let go of my sister's hand completely. My sister is so tired that I'm sweating. I thank her!
I almost learned roller skating and skateboarding. In the future, I will practice skateboarding more, try to learn it early and constantly improve my physical fitness. I will also take part in the sports meeting!
Yesterday, my father took me back to my hometown. My favorite thing in my hometown is to dig out the eggs in the chicken coop. I don't know why I like it. Maybe for fun.
When my cousin and I were playing, we saw a hen laying eggs in the henhouse. When I finished, I saw two more eggs in the henhouse, so I wanted to take them out, and then I went to prepare tools, a ladle, a stick to help me get the eggs and prevent the chickens from pecking at me.
When I walked into the henhouse, the chickens were in high spirits. Maybe they are afraid that I, an outsider, will get their eggs. A chicken attacked me and jumped on a stone. Fortunately, I hid in time, or I was defeated by its external chicken feet. Another chicken attacked me. This time, instead of hiding, I quickly picked up the eggs and walked out of the henhouse.
My mother has endless love for me, and these loves are just hidden in the trivial things of life, some of which make me feel invisible, and some make me cry. As the saying goes, no love the water, father loves mountains. This love is incomparable to countless gold, silver and jewels, because maternal love is selfless and sincere.
I remember when I was in kindergarten, I had a high fever one day, reaching forty or fifty degrees. Even after taking antipyretics, my mother had to send me to the people's hospital. The doctor said that I was very ill and needed blood tests. He suggested that I be hospitalized. Mom agreed without thinking. In the hospital, my mother took care of me day and night, feeding me food and medicine. During the injection, he encouraged me not to be afraid and not to flinch. This made me realize my mother's care and love for me again.
I will study hard and make progress every day to repay my mother's love. Mother's love is like the sun, and I am the grass in the sun, thriving; Motherly love is like the light in the night, which points the way for me, a lost person.
Mom, I love you forever.