Weekly diary of 500 words for junior high school students

Quiet summer nights and clear winds always give me a feeling of tranquility. The bright moonlight pours like soft water and clear light, which means peace and harmony. Moonlight is soft and transparent, light and elegant.

I like to use moonlight to precipitate my mood, such as water moonlight, which I can drink. Open the window, let the moonlight flow quietly on the skin, and the light and elegant charm and fresh emotional appeal naturally flow in the heart. If you practice moonlight, your mood will become clear and soft in the moonlight, and suddenly all kinds of touches and beauty in your life will be vivid.

Once, I snuggled up in my grandmother's arms and counted the stars, enjoying the clear and quiet moonlight in the countryside leisurely.

Once, in Jingjing campus, I had a heart-to-heart talk with my classmates in the clear moonlight, and I realized the beauty and sadness of the past.

Once, in the moonlight like water, you and I went boating on Taihu Lake, enjoying the beautiful scenery of the world in the shadow of paddle lights, moonlight and lake water. The clear lake and the ethereal piano sound made me indulge in the gentle feelings of Jiangnan, and I didn't know where to go.

The flowers on the wall are moving, and it is suspected that the jade man is coming. Zhang Sheng meets Yingying, waiting for the west wing of the moon, and the guqin passes on meditation, waiting for the beautiful woman under the moon. Classical beauty. The bright moon is dyed in the west window, and the faint thoughts are also filled.

In the fleeting time, the moonlight is beautiful in the classical meaning and today's romance, bringing people infinite meditation and carefree intoxication.

The clear moonlight attracted me. I put on my clothes and went out. I stepped on the moonlight like water and slowly walked into the garden. Gardenia flower bathed in moonlight, cold dew, like a curtain of Qingyuan dream. Bamboo shadows dance lightly with the rhyme, like water and moonlight passing through, reflecting the brightness of the bright moon. Everything is full of agility in the moonlight. Secular noise and impetuousness, hesitation and hesitation, all melt in this moonlight. Suddenly enlightened, suddenly enlightened.

Like moonlight, you can drink it. It's like water flowing by, you can feel it.

Stand quietly on the garden path and listen to the silence. ...

Other people's road

A man wanted to cross the swamp, so he tried to walk because there was no road. Although it is dangerous, you can find a way by jumping left and right, but it doesn't take long and it doesn't go far. You accidentally stepped in the mud and sank.

Another man was crossing the swamp, saw the footprints of his predecessors, and thought: Someone must have walked by, and it can't be wrong to follow others' footprints. I tried to step on it with my foot, and it was really true, so I walked forward with confidence. Finally, I stepped into the mud.

The other man wanted to cross the swamp, looked at the footprints of the two people in front, and went down without thinking. His fate is also imaginable.

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Another man is going to cross the swamp, looking at all the footprints in front of him and thinking, this must be a road to the other side of the swamp. You see, there are so many people passing by. If I follow this road, I will definitely get to the other side of the swamp. So he strode, and finally he got stuck in the mud.

The road in the world is not as smooth and smooth as the more people walk. Walking in other people's footsteps will not only lead to new ideas, but sometimes it may fall into a trap.

Life and death settlement sheet

Two patients living in the otolaryngology ward at the same time have uncomfortable noses. While waiting for the test results, A said that if it was cancer, he would travel immediately, first to Lhasa. B said so, too. The results came out. A has nasal cancer and B has nasal polyps.

A made a farewell schedule and left the hospital. B stayed. A's schedule is: a trip to Dunhuang in Lhasa; Take a boat from Panzhihua to the Yangtze River estuary; Take a photo with coconut trees as the background in Sanya, Hainan; Spend a winter in Harbin; Take a boat from Dalian to Beihai in Guangxi; Boarded Tiananmen Square; Read all Shakespeare's works; Try to listen to the original song "Two Springs Reflecting the Moon" by the blind A Bing; Write a book. All these, ***27.

He wrote at the back of this life list: I have many dreams in my life, some have come true, and some have not come true for various reasons. God doesn't have much time for me now. In order to leave this world without regret, I intend to use the last few years of my life to realize the remaining 27 dreams.

At that time, A resigned from the company and went to Lhasa and Dunhuang. The next year, I passed the adult exam with amazing perseverance and tenacity. During this period, he boarded Tiananmen Square, went to the Inner Mongolia prairie, and lived in a herdsman's house for a week. Now this friend is fulfilling his old dream of publishing a book.

One day, B read a short article written by A in the newspaper and called to ask about A's illness. A said, I really can't imagine how bad my life would be if it weren't for this disease. It reminds me to do what I want to do and realize my dream. Now I understand what is real life and what is life. You have a good life, too! B did not answer. Because what I said in the hospital, going to Lhasa and Dunhuang, has long been forgotten, because it is not cancer.

In this world, in fact, everyone suffers from a kind of cancer, and that is an irresistible death. The reason why we didn't make a life list like the man with nasal cancer, throw away all the superfluous things, realize our dreams and do what we want is because we think I will live longer. However, perhaps it is this quantitative difference that makes our lives qualitatively different: some people turn their dreams into reality, while others take them to the grave.

Find an umbrella.

Once, a professor said to a businessman, "Last week, my umbrella was taken away from a church in London. Because the umbrella was a gift from my friend, I cherish it very much, so I spent the price of several umbrellas in the newspaper to find it, but I still didn't get it back. "

"How did you write your advertisement?" Asked the businessman. "The advertisement is here." With that, the professor took out a piece of paper cut from the newspaper from his pocket.

The merchant took it and read, "Last Sunday night, I lost a black silk umbrella in the church. If a gentleman finds it, please send it to 10 Broad Street as a reward of 5 pounds. "

The businessman said, "I often advertise." Advertising is very learned. Your advertisement is not good. You can't find an umbrella. I'll write you another advertisement. If you can't find an umbrella again, I'll buy you a new one to make it up to you! "

The advertisement written by the businessman was published in the newspaper. The next morning, the professor was surprised when he opened the door. There were six or seven umbrellas lying in the garden. These umbrellas are colorful, with cloth and silk, old and new, big and small, all thrown in from the outside.

The professor's own black silk umbrella is also caught in the back. Several umbrellas are still tied with a note saying that they were taken by mistake, begging the owner not to tell anyone about it. The professor told the businessman about this situation, and the businessman said, "These people are still honest."

Do you know how businessmen's advertisements are written?

The businessman's advertisement reads like this:

"Last Sunday night, a gentleman was seen taking an umbrella from the church. If the umbrella bearer doesn't want to cause trouble, he'd better return the umbrella to 10 wide street as soon as possible. Everyone knows who this gentleman is. "

Gold worth $20.

This is what I read from an English story:

A father came home from work late, tired and a little upset, and found his 5-year-old son waiting for him at the door. "Dad, can I ask you a question?"

"What's the problem?" "Dad, how much can you earn in an hour?" "It's none of your business. Why do you ask this question? " Father said angrily.

"I just want to know, please tell me, how much do you earn an hour?" The child pleaded. "If you must know, I earn $20 an hour."

"Oh," the child lowered his head and then said, "Dad, can you lend me 10 dollars?" Father is angry: "If you ask this question just to borrow money to buy meaningless toys or things, then go back to your room and sleep." Think about why you are so selfish. I work hard for a long time every day and have no time to play children's games with you. "

The child quietly returned to his room and closed the door.

Father sat down, still very angry. After about an hour, he calmed down and began to think that maybe he was too hard on the child-maybe the child really wanted to buy something, and besides, he rarely asked for money.

The father walked into the child's room: "Are you asleep, son?" "Dad, not yet. I'm still awake." The child replied. "I may have been too hard on you just now," my father said. "I flew into a rage today-here's the $65,438+00 you asked for."

"Thank you, Dad." The child shouted, took out some crumpled bills from under the pillow and counted them slowly.

"You already have money, why do you want it?" Father said angrily.

"Because I didn't have enough before, now I have enough." The child replied, "Dad, I have 20 yuan now. Can I buy it from you for an hour? Please come home early tomorrow-I want to have dinner with you. " Share this story with the people you like, but more importantly, share this $20 worth of time with the people you love-just to remind everyone who works hard not to spend a little time with people who care about us and let time slip through their fingers.

Take another look.

Once, an old man told me a story of his own:

When I was young, I felt great. At that time, I was going to write a book. In order to add "local color" to the book, I used my holiday to go out and look for it. I want to find a hero among those poor and idle people, and I believe I can find such people there.

That's right. One day, I found such a place, a desolate and dilapidated manor. The most exciting thing is that I also found the smell of idleness in my imagination-an old man with a beard, wearing brown overalls, sitting in a chair weeding a potato field, and behind him was an unpainted shed in Xiao Mu.

I turned and went home, and I couldn't wait to sit in front of the typewriter at once. And when I turned the wooden shed on the muddy road, I looked at the old man from another angle, and then I suddenly stopped subconsciously. It turned out that when I looked from this side, I found that the old man's chair was leaning against a pair of crutches for the disabled, and a pair of trousers hung to the ground empty. Suddenly, the figure I thought was lazy just now suddenly turned into an indomitable hero.

Since then, I have never dared to make judgments and conclusions about a person who has only met once or talked a few words. Thank god, I looked back again.

Revelation of stubborn stone

When I first married this farm, that stone was in the corner of the house. This stone looks ugly, about a foot in diameter, protruding two or three inches.

Once I drove the lawn mower at full speed and hit a stone, damaging the blade. I said to my husband, "Can we dig it up?" "No, that stone has been buried there." My father-in-law also said, "I heard that it is buried deep underground. Your mother-in-law has lived here since the civil war, and no one can get it out. "

In this way, the stone stayed.

My child was born, grew up and became independent. My father-in-law passed away, and later, my husband passed away.

Now I look at the yard and find that one corner of the yard is not pleasing to the eye, just because that stone protects a pile of weeds, like a scar on the green grass.

I took out my shovel and cheered. Even after a day's work, I'm going to dig out the stone. Who knows that as soon as I reached out, the stone came out, but it was buried a foot deep, and the bottom was about six inches wider than the top. I pried it open with a crowbar and moved it to the car. This amazes me. This stone has stood on the ground for longer than people remember. Everyone firmly believes that the predecessors tried to move it, but they were helpless. Just because this stone looks big and deep. People think it is unshakable.

This stone inspired me, but I couldn't bear to throw it away. I put it in a conspicuous place in the yard and planted a circle of Catharanthus roseus around it. In my small scenic spot, it reminds people that the only obstacles that hinder our discovery and creation are our psychological obstacles and hard stones in our minds.

I don't know who Qiu Si will meet tonight. "

Tears fall hard, and the moon is bright in the middle of autumn. How much to gather and disperse, how much to be free. For example, the wind is getting colder and colder today, who will secretly give a kite against the oblique aperture?

Guess the Mid-Autumn Moon Night: brightly lit, neon overflowing; Wedding, relatives and friends toast; Invite the bright moon, * * * sing joy. The moon is reunited in the sky, and so is the world. However, no matter how perfect the moon is, its color is still faintly cold and secretly yellow. In the warm pavilion, there must be thousands of lights in Qian Qian gathering the expectations of the old people, the blessings of the young people and the laughter of the children; At night, it must be the bleak wind and the faint moon accompanied by students' night reading, the sadness of wanderers and the sadness of the island.

Although the moon is round, its color is cold, and its brightness is decreasing every night. Do you know who Qing Hui is?

The moonlight is cold and bright.

Mid-Autumn Festival night, teenagers dream of laughter, students dream of college. As Long Song, a friend and relative outside the house, joked, we can only write unfinished homework in the hut and at the desk, carefully sort out the courses we have learned and review tomorrow's subjects seriously. For our efforts for more than ten years, for our lifelong belief, we have been sitting under the lamp for a long time, not afraid of hard work, willing to be lonely, studying quietly in the bright moonlight, immersed in the secular noise and our own boating to learn the sea! Xuehai has many ups and downs. On this Mid-Autumn Night, we are accompanied by Qinghui, secretly weaving a lifelong dream in the flawless Qinghui.

Clear and bright diarrhea, diarrhea in front of students' books, precipitation for students, precipitation of future hope like the rising sun!

Yuehua Lingling, Qinghui lighting.

On the night of Mid-Autumn Festival, relatives and friends dream of reunion, and wanderers dream of going home. Many families in the building get together, and the wanderers can only feel sad in their lonely places, work hard to stick to their posts, work hard for their lifelong career, and recall the scenery of their hometown with sadness. For the happiness of family members, for the laughter of others' reunion, the wanderer from afar can only stay in a foreign country, work tirelessly, be willing to be lonely and silent, and stick to his own career outside the warm reunion of others! There are many ups and downs in my career. On this Mid-Autumn Night, the wanderer and Qinghui are friends, and in the bright and clear sunshine, they secretly stick to their lifelong beliefs.

Qinghui spreads all over the country, all over the hearts of wanderers, precipitating for wanderers and precipitating a brilliant future!

Moonlight is burning and glory is singing.

On this Mid-Autumn Night, Chinese mainland and Taiwan Province Province dream of reunification together. No matter how many hostile forces are sharp-edged, no matter how many demagogues spread, China, which stands on the sea and the top of the mountain, will never change. It is its lofty spirit! Thousands of years of historical accumulation, thousands of years of cultural spread, thousands of years of heroic blood and tears condensation, condensation in the deep moonlight night, condensation in the shallow bay, condensation in the Chinese world, wrote a thousand-year-old poem! The autumn moon is full, drawing the thoughts of Taiwan Province Island. What kind of power will the profound meaning of reunion and lovesickness inspire? Just this kind of lovesickness and belief with a thousand years of accumulation is enough to inspire1300 million people's hearts!

Endless brilliance, endless bright moon brilliance?

The Yellow River reflects the moon, the Yangtze River reflects the moon, and the surging national water will sing with the moon. The moonlight in the flowing water, the brightness in the moonlight, the emptiness, dispersion and gathering under the brightness have suddenly become the waning moon in the boundless sky and the smoke after the Mid-Autumn Festival. However, what remains unchanged is the endless Chinese soul.