Sunday diary

Time flies and the day is coming to an end. What's your summary? You might as well sit down and keep a diary. How to write a beautiful diary? The following are three Sunday diaries I collected for you. Welcome to read the collection.

Sunday Diary 1 I am really happy this Sunday, because I finished all my homework this Saturday, and my father promised to take me to the children's park on Sunday.

In the morning, my father and I get up at 7: 10. I went out to buy breakfast. After breakfast, we set off.

We arrive at the children's park at about 8 o'clock. As soon as we walked into the gate, we met two famous ultramen. Then we came to the place where we played on the slide. Dad bought a ticket. Dad gave me the ticket. I look like a dragon with a queue of people. I came to the crowded queue and waited patiently. When it was finally my turn, I couldn't wait to give the ticket to the debtor. I went in and climbed the stairs. Then I jumped off it, fell on the mat, and slipped. It feels like a gust of wind blew you on my back. I played with a heavy burden several times.

We left the slide and came to my pirate ship. Dad went to buy tickets, and I went to the queue. This pirate ship is the most popular in children's paradise, and the queue is much longer than that on the slide. Dad and I are in a long line. I waited and waited, and finally it was my turn. My father and I got on the boat, and I was responsible for shooting animals with guns. My father is in charge of steering. The ship is moving. When I saw a frog, I was curious. I aimed my gun at it: I shot, only to see the frog spill all over the floor and eat me and my father. Dad smiled. Then I hit several animals, and when I landed, my clothes were covered with water.

After the game, we went to play: fishing; cable car

I am so happy this weekend.

Sunday Diary 2 Sunday morning, sunny and sunny. My parents and I decided to fly kites in Changji Square.

There are too many kinds of kites! There are butterflies, airplanes, the Monkey King and triangles, which dazzle me.

There are many people flying kites in the square, some standing and some sitting. People hold a spool in one hand and a long line in the other, and their eyes are fixed on their flying kites.

In the sky, a monkey king kite and an airplane kite are competing. I saw the "plane" flying higher and higher, and it was about to surpass "the Monkey King". Not to be outdone, the owner of "Monkey King" continued to put the line on the spool. There are many people watching here, all on their backs, talking and laughing.

My father and mother are also flying kites. We are flying a colorful triangular kite. Under the guidance of my father, our "color triangle" quickly flew higher and higher.

Just as I was enjoying the "color triangle", I suddenly felt a lot tense. Ah, it turns out that my "color triangle" is going to fly high. I'll pay the line right away Put it there and the thread in your hand is loose again. It turns out that this is my "color triangle". It tells me that it wants to stop and watch people fly kites.

Suddenly, my kite string is shaking. What are you doing, the color triangle? A child came running to me and said, "Brother, our kites had a fight." I asked inexplicably, "How do you know?" The children told me about it. Later, with the help of my father, the kite that I was entangled with my children was finally untied. My "color triangle" flew smoothly again.

At this time, I said to my mother, "It feels good to fly a kite." Mother said, "Flying kites has many benefits! It is not only a kind of entertainment, but also can strengthen the body, exercise limbs and improve eyesight, with many benefits. " I am very happy, this is really a happy weekend! Come to the square to fly kites next weekend.

Sunday Diary 3 Sunday is like the colorful colors in the rainbow, which brings me endless happiness ... This Sunday, our family cleaned together.

Cleaning began, and my mother suggested division of labor and cooperation. Mom smiled and said, "Husband, you are responsible for washing clothes, let my daughter do the dishes, and I am responsible for mopping the floor." My father and I said in unison, "Good! All right! Good! "

We began to do our own work.

Dad washed the clothes very clean, and mom said with a smile, "The clothes are very clean, not bad, keep working hard!" " "Dad heard that, began to gloat, forgot what to do. The clothes were washed again after washing.

Mother mopped the floor while listening to songs, enjoying life very much.

What about me? One moment I squeezed too much detergent, and the next moment I squeezed too little. I feel that I am not in the state, and I feel that I am doing well. Suddenly, I thought: Dad and I did a good job. What reward will mom give us?

After cleaning, my mother cooked us a big meal. This is a tired Sunday and a happy Sunday.