Do your own thing
Question 2: Send photos in weekly diary format.
Question 3: Zhou Ji's photo is 200 words. In my memory, there is a particularly unforgettable photo, which was taken with my sister at the chrysanthemum exhibition in Xinyuan Square.
It was autumn, and I was wearing a dark blue coat and black pants, just like a cowboy in the west. My sister is wearing a red shirt and jeans, just like Mulan joined the army for her father. The two of us stood in front of the chrysanthemum and laughed happily.
At that time, people came and went in Singapore Square. Every place is crowded with people. We first went to the fitness area of the square, played for a while, and then went to see chrysanthemums together. Some chrysanthemums are delicate golden yellow, some are bright pink, some are pure white, some are spicy red, and all kinds of chrysanthemums have different shapes. They are beautiful in contrast with each other, which can really be said to be colorful.
We looked at all kinds of shapes made of chrysanthemums, and there was a long dragon winding among the flowers, as if it rained in an instant. ...
We saw flowers placed like radishes and flying saucers. When we crossed the bridge, we saw the poet's poems, all of which described chrysanthemums.
I was intoxicated by such beautiful scenery. My sister said to me at this moment: "Let's take a picture!" " "I am very happy after listening to it. So my sister and I took this unforgettable photo.
Question 4: You can generally write a weekly diary of 600-700 words. I used to write it myself. Take a picture and send it to me. This is what happened to me. Whenever I see someone giving up their seat on the bus, I will recall it. This incident not only made me feel ashamed, but also made me admire a complete stranger.
One Sunday morning a year ago. After class, I went to my father's office by bus. As soon as I got on the bus, I quickly grabbed an empty seat and sat down without looking. Then I looked into the carriage, and there were really many people in the carriage. The whole carriage is like a sardine can, side by side, crowded.
I was sitting leisurely, looking at the beautiful scenery outside the window, when an old woman got on the bus. "When I walked to my row of seats, I thought: There are still many stops from my father's unit. How tired it is to be crowded in the crowd after giving up your seat. Do you want it or not? Just as I hesitated, a young man stood up and said to his grandmother, "Grandma, you can take my seat." Then, he carefully helped the grandmother to sit down, and he always leaned back in the seat, holding on to the handrail with one hand and struggling in the crowded place. Seeing that grandma had a seat, I didn't think about anything in my heart and continued to enjoy the scenery.
After several stops, only the people who came up from the front door did not see the people who went out from the back door, and the carriage became more crowded. I saw that the young man was squeezed with sweat all over his face, his back gradually bent and he stood very hard. Finally arrived at the terminal, many people got off, and the young man and I were also ready to get off. Everyone pushed me to the car door. Suddenly, I don't know who hit the young man's leg. The young man "ouch", gritted his teeth and got out of the car with a painful expression, covering his legs. I feel very strange in my heart: can a bump hurt like this? I walked out of the bus with a "question mark" and saw the young man sitting on the side of the road, rolling up his trouser legs to check the wound. Ah! It turned out to be an injured leg, and the knee was tightly wrapped with gauze. He's hurt!
I stood there, stupefied, looking at the red scarf on my chest and feeling warm on my face. I think: I am a young pioneer. Do I deserve a red scarf? I'm ashamed.
Although it has been so long, I still remember it clearly. This matter has always told me that being a helpful person can only be happier if you help others.
Take a walk with a snail
Today, my mother and I went to the country. I walked alone on the path in the field. Walking, a small animal crawling slowly caught my eye.
On closer inspection, it turned out to be a small snail. It suddenly occurred to me that I want to walk with this little snail. So, I walked slowly, for fear that the little snail could not keep up. I walked a few steps and looked back. The little snail was so far away from me.
I pushed behind it, but it still crawled so slowly. I urged it, I bluffed, I blamed it, and the snail looked at me apologetically, as if to say, "I have tried my best!" " "
Snails can't climb fast, but they still climb. In order to get where I want to go, in order to complete the goals set for myself.
What's our goal? How do we achieve these goals? Snail achieved its goal by its own efforts and the spirit of never giving up. We should learn the spirit of snails and accomplish our goals!
Life often gives people inspiration, however, life will not take the initiative to send inspiration to your door. Life goes on according to its own appearance and laws, and everyone has the right to get inspiration from it. It gives everyone a chance, but the question is whether we can find inspiration from it. People who are diligent in thinking, in a sense, are people who try to find inspiration-looking for it with unsolved mysteries and various doubts. Think about life itself and all kinds of phenomena in life, and you will receive the gift of life.
I like the charm of nature best.
When you see the beautiful scenery of nature, you will be impressed by its charm. Here, you can forget the complicated and noisy urban area, feel the beauty of nature with your heart and feel the tranquility of nature.
When we went to Yuan Ye, we saw endless green grass with gorgeous wild flowers. The grass on the Yuan Ye is like thousands of greenguard, guarding the attractive flowers. No matter how people trample on them, the grass will never lower its noble head. This is the charm of grass.
When we throw ourselves into the arms of the mountain, the mountain is not high from a distance. When you come to the foot of the mountain and look up, you know that the mountain is so magnificent. Mountains are like giants, they will always be like that regardless of wind, thunder and rain ... >>
Question 5: Just copy a weekly diary of 400 to 500 for me, and accept it satisfactorily 10. Moonlight shines quietly on the earth, as if it were a veil or a thick frost. This reminds me of Li Bai's poems. There is such bright light at the foot of my bed. Is there frost already? . 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. Is mother moon there? I danced with wisps of light clouds. The light it emits is so soft.
In the moonlight, everything turned silvery white, like a layer of frost. I walked into a fairy tale world, a beautiful world. It's amazing.
On the river, there is a bright moon. I picked up a stone and threw it into the river. Microwave waves rippled in the river. Shake the moon on the river up and down. Like a sickle and a broken washbasin.
On the ground, the lights are brilliant. Every household is lit with lights, just like the stars in the sky. On the road, the handsome horse is flying, and those two big eyes are wide open, illuminating the road for the car and making it look like daytime. In the bamboo forest, the bamboo was dyed silvery white by moonlight, and a gust of wind blew and sounded wonderful music.
Ah! Beautiful night, I am proud of your beauty, and I love you forever.