Weekly student journal

Time unconsciously, we know later, turn the eye of the week and the end of the week, I believe that we are doubly full, harvest a lot of it, write a weekly diary, will record their own experience in it. So what do you need to pay attention to when writing a weekly journal? The following is my collection of students weekly journal 6, welcome to read and collect.

Students weekly diary Part 1

I love dogs, I love my little white dog more.

The little white dog is very cute. Its body is snow-white and snow-white, its tiny head is embedded with black and black beads that shine in the light, its tiny nose is black and black, its two triangular ears droop, its four short feet are thick, and a thin tail is upward. I picked up the little white dog and touched its body, slippery, chubby, fleshy, warm and lovely!

The little white dog is not only cute, but also flexible. In the morning, the day just dawned, the little white dog in the small field jumping around, in the morning exercise it. Seeing me walk out of the house, it will be four hooves flying, straight to me to run, around my feet around and around, the small tail kept wagging, from time to time gently bite my feet. I bent down, touch its head, the white more happy, head straight upward, the whole body almost upright, while I do not pay attention to, small mouth in my face kissed. I can't help but pick it up, to a close contact, this can be good, the little white dog kept licking my hand, but also licked my little face.

I put down the little white dog and walked toward the kitchen, and the little white dog caught up with me at a fast pace and rushed ahead of me. I pushed open the door and went in, the little white immediately ran to the place of food, a look at the bowl is empty, it looked up straight at me, mouth open, as if to say: "small master, I'm hungry, give me something to eat." I hurriedly open the cupboards, saw a bit of last night's leftover broth, I picked up the empty bowl, a bit of cold rice, poured broth, a little mix, put the dog's mouth. The little white dog immediately came up, sniffed, "ah woo ah woo" eat up, the little tail kept wagging. I stood and watched the little white dog with breakfast, not long, the little white dog cleaned up the bowl, raised his head, two little eyes staring at me, as if to say: "Thank you, I'm full." Then he stretched out and went out to play.

I love my little white dog.

Students' Weekly Diary Part 2

O friend, do you feel that your parents are a little strict with you? Do you feel that your parents are a little harsh on your discipline? Don't be dissatisfied, don't be resentful. Because, this is also love--Title

My mother is a people's teacher, and she devotes all her love to her students. Since I was a child, I felt that my mom didn't love me. How many times did my mom forget to cook for her students: how many times did she forget to take care of me in order to help her students review II. I felt like I was thrown into the corner of oblivion. No one hurts, no one loves.

I remember when I was sent to a boarding school in the second grade of elementary school. Once I got first place in the midterm exams, I came home and happily took the certificate to my mom. I thought my mom would praise me and commend me. I didn't expect my mom to splash me with cold water: "You got first place again, but you can't be complacent, you still have to work hard, you hear me? People have to be motivated, not because of a success on complacency, forgetfulness, know?" ...... From this point on, I had an inexplicable resentment toward my mother, resenting her for being a little harsh on me. I began to deliberately make things right with her, and this continued until the second year of junior high school.

Fate is always so similar, in the second year of junior high school, my mother was more strict with me, every night to do a few math problems, and corrected by my father. One night I finished the math problems but did not see my dad back, mom came back from the meeting to see that I have not gone to bed, and was immediately furious, said: "How have you not gone to bed? If you haven't gone to bed after I check the dormitory, watch out for your skin!" Somehow, there was a fire burning inside me, and all the years of repression exploded. Okay, I'd like to see what you can do! I not only did not sleep, but in a fit of pique went to the Internet cafe, and did not return for the night.

It rained that night, and the rain soaked me, but I felt a burst of pleasure, the first time in fifteen years of resistance to let me feel immense pain! The gusty wind blew my hair, I let the rain wash me, swept me ......

The next day, mom raised the stick, I disdain in my heart: come on, I'm afraid of you? After hitting me, mom cried, cried so sad. Fifteen years, I first saw the strong mom in tears! My heart trembled, my legs bent: "Mom, my son was wrong!" Tears came out of my eyes, taking away my resentment towards my mom, leaving behind, only a strong bond of flesh and blood. Until today, I understand, what is a mother's love, it may not show it, but it is like a stream constantly watering your heart and mine. I understand, why mom is always so strict with me, because, she loves me!

Friends ah, are you still for mom's strict requirements and sad tears, heart resentment? Don't be sad anymore, don't be resentful! Because, this is also love!

A precious book, it may be just like a dish of pickles, looks wrinkled, far less than a new book to look good, but it leaves us a very unforgettable impression.

I grew up listening to stories, tapes, watching TV and reading books. Because I was young and had too many vocabulary words, my mom would read me a few pages of storybooks every night. Once, I was addicted to "Robinson Crusoe", mom read a few pages and told me "good night", let me go to bed, I was listening to the fascination, asked my mother to tell a page, my mother looked at me eagerly, as if back to think of something, so picked up the book and read a page, and then turn off the light, urging me to hurry up and go to bed. I was listening to the excitement, surely do not want to go to sleep just like that, so held up a finger begging mom: "Read another page!" Mom got angry, ignored me, turned off the light and walked out of the bedroom. Seeing that my mom was ignoring me, I started to cry, and she still ignored me. On weekdays this method of my mom's worked, because I understood: it was useless to cry. But that night I was completely mesmerized by the book, and my determination to keep listening kept me holding on to that finger, five minutes, ten minutes, fifteen minutes went by, and I was still crying, and my mom tried to put my outstretched hand back under the covers, but I stiffened my limbs, and stubbornly held on to that finger, with my mouth grunting all the time. Twenty minutes passed, and I grew tired of crying and drifted off to dreamland. I slept especially well that night, and in my dreams I returned to the mainland with Robinson and Friday.

This book has been wrinkled by my reading of "Robinson Crusoe" has been treasured by me like a treasure in my bookcase, which left me unforgettable memories.

Students' Weekly Writings Part 4

Autumn leaves are gently and slowly falling on the forest path, a cool wind blew, I can not help but hit a chill. Looking at the sky like ink, I can not help but feel sad. Alas! It is better to go home! Who let himself cheat on the exam?

I took a thousand-pound step toward home in a heavy manner, low-flying birds in the twilight call and call, my mood is even more depressed.

At last, I stepped silently into the house, and without lifting my head, walked quickly toward my room.

"You're back?" A soft question came toward me, and I jerked to a halt, but didn't dare turn around.

"Come on over and eat, you're starving, aren't you?" My mother's gentle voice once again sounded in the room, like a warm sun that warmed me immensely, but at the same time it also pierced my heart like a needle.

I finally couldn't help it, said to my mother about cheating on the exams, and at once my mother froze here, staring straight at me with her eyes, her mouth mumbling slightly. Yes! How can this not call the mother shocked? A child who is usually a diligent student in the class and has excellent grades has done such a dishonorable thing, how can this make the mother not be sad?

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At night, I lay in bed tossing and turning, how can not sleep, mother this sad tears, disappointed eyes, trembling lips in front of my eyes constantly shaking, tears wet the pillowcase ......

Early in the morning, the sky is cloudy, a round of red sun from the distant sky jumped out. Home quietly, as usual, I quietly ate my mother carefully prepared breakfast, quietly backpack out of the house, suddenly, I saw my mother is standing downstairs, she this bloodshot eyes gently looking at me, as this warm sun shines into my heart. My mother gently stroked my shoulder and said softly, "Son, mom believes that the mistake you made is the first and last time." At that moment, how I wanted to jump into my mother's arms and cry loudly, but I suppressed it. The sun was red and warm today, as gentle as a mother's. I held back my tears and said to my mother, "Bye mom, I'm going to school," and hurried away.

In this moment, I clearly see the tears in the corners of my mother's eyes, see my mother's strands of white hair, see my mother's 'Road fine lines, in the warm sunshine under the reflection of so harsh. I have a lot of feelings, y understand that the mother as this warm sun, I wish this warm sun will always warm my tender heart.

Even though the world is cold, there is always a kind of moving stored in your heart and mine; even though the indifference is boundless, there is always a kind of faith that makes us cry. Because there is not only ice and fire on earth, we have to know how to be grateful; because there is not only indifference and smile on the face, we have to learn to be grateful.

Gratitude is not simply a "thank you", but a story engraved in the heart, with love and faith, acceptance and inheritance.

There was a student at Huanong University, Li and his classmates donated the money from the sale of scrap to a hopeful elementary school. Soon after, Li was sick. Teachers and students at the Hope School donated money to her, and one little girl said in response to someone's query, "Sister Li said, 'Remember what others have done for you, and learn to help others.'"

These words left every listener speechless for a long time. When the heart is saturated with gratitude, the flower of care will bloom on earth. The great composer Schumann on his deathbed thanked his teacher Victor in this way: "Although later because of your daughter and my marriage problems, you did a lot of things to hurt me, but I am still grateful to you, thank you for teaching me music, and thank you for finally marrying your daughter to me." Yes, a grateful heart cannot put away gratitude because the person who once gave it has been in the wrong. Gratitude, both for the gratitude itself and for the genuineness that others have ever given.

We live in this world of drunkenness, red wine and green, more and more adhere to the beauty will be forgotten, so grateful heart is precious. Gratitude is a nature like caring, and once lost, the soul will be as light as fluff for people to sigh.

The famous singer Cong Fei scrimp and save to fund 178 poor students, but in his hospitalization, financial difficulties, a few recipients to complete their studies in the local work of young people actually no one to visit him, this matter was disclosed by the media after a recipient also complained that this makes him lose face. It is true that the true benefactor is not seeking reward regardless of the results, but does this mean that his dedication should not be recognized? Although Cong Fei said it's okay, but his heart must also have a cold feeling with the public.

The saddest thing about accepting help is not that people see themselves as downtrodden, but that they know they are missing a heart that is grateful and kind. This person who has been helped by Cong Fei is bound to be ignorant of the meaning of gratitude, which is why he ignores the happiness that should be cherished and the affirmation that should be given for receiving care.

A grateful heart is like water. It is as clear as water, flowing through the plains, crossing the great rivers, hovering between heaven and earth, and moving in the softest position of everyone's heart.

A grateful heart is like a poem. Like a poem like a long meaning, chanting over the dawn, chanting over the dusk, dense in the life of the calm twilight, transmitted in the soul of each person in the most beautiful place.

Do not begrudge your thanks, because gratitude is the affirmation of the truth on earth; do not begrudge your thanks, because gratitude is also the affirmation of oneself.

If passing through a corner of life, pick a grateful heart and say, "Thank you for being there."

Students Weekly Writings Part 6

Everyone pay attention to Oh, elementary school students weekly writing 400 words example is a lot of attention, let's take a look at it together!

Mom took my brother and I to swim in shallow depths.

My brother went there for the first time, and as soon as he saw the super-high and grand lobby of Shanshen, he was very impressed. When he saw the swimming pool at the back of the lobby, he exclaimed, "Wow, the water is so blue, so clean."

My brother and I couldn't wait to go swimming after a brief rinse. Swimming cap, goggles, nose plugs, floatation gear as much as fully equipped. We started off by thrashing around in the water, sort of warming up.

My brother and I nose plugs who hold their breath in the water for a long time. We took a long breath and sank into the water. I don't know how many seconds passed, I saw my brother through the swim goggles began to show a similar expression of pain, I knew I was about to win. I made a victory sign. My brother was still holding on. One second, two seconds, three seconds, my brother finally couldn't hold on any longer. As soon as he surfaced, I saw my mom sitting in a lounge chair giving me the thumbs up.

Swimming officially began. We agreed to the width of the pool first, take a break and then swim the length. My brother and I belong to the self-taught team, so the swimming style is a variety. Mom said I was a dog paddle and my brother was a pig paddle. Since my brother was so much taller than me, he could swim a good distance with one stomp. I was lagging behind. I swam and swam and swam and got closer and closer. Looking up again, I exceeded. My air changes were better than my brother's, so I was able to catch up with him. I guess I'm going to win the rest of the race. And it was.

Another play and swim for a period of time we are ready to go to the bath, and then go upstairs to the lounge to watch a movie. Just in the process of bathing, my brother said he was dizzy and wanted to vomit. I knew it was because he was physically exhausted. My brother is usually not very active and although he gets good grades, he is not very good at sports. Alas, it would have been nice if my brother and I had neutralized the situation! He'll give me some grades and I'll give him some sports cells. How good!

After my brother got better, my mom and I told him to strengthen his exercise. Mom often said, health is 1, anything else is 0. Without a good body, everything is 0.

This is the first time I've ever seen a person with a good body, and I've never seen one.