The first time in a person's life, there are many firsts.

Seventh Grade Diary Part 1

In a person's life, there are many first times, the first time to speak, walk, participate in the competition ...... But only this first time, the first time to be a flag guardian is unforgettable to me.

On Friday day, Fan Zaijing suddenly said to me, "Kedi, this time you are the flag-guardian, don't forget to come to school at 12:30 today to practice." "Ah!" I opened my mouth into an "O" shape, feeling both surprised and happy. But I can't help but be a little worried, afraid that the squad of four people, including me, will lose face for the class, afraid that we will be laughed at by the whole school because of our uncoordinated movements, afraid of ...... But I believe that we are not worse than others, as long as we practice well, we can also do what others can do.

By noon, I and Xu Yunyan, Chenzhou, Jin Xin four people in the captain Song Shiyan's leadership began to practice. Being a guard is not so easy, you must pull the flag straight and keep a certain distance between the two. We were enlightened and practiced every move carefully, and after only five or six rounds, we were declared to have passed! We all breathed a soft sigh of relief.

It was hard to wait until Monday, we came to the playground early, and practiced a few more times. At this time the music of the assembly sounded, a stream of people came to the playground. With the music of "Singing the Motherland", we held our heads high and marched to the flag-raising platform with a neat step. But still, because of our nervousness, we made a small mistake: we walked slightly slower. When the flag was handed over to the flag-raiser, the stone in my heart finally fell down. When I saw the five-star red flag rising, I felt proud of myself.

This is my first time to be a flag-guardian, although this first time is not too perfect, but I believe that next time I will do better. The pastor pointed to the apricot blossom village. This is a poem about the Qingming Festival written by Du Mu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty. Qingming Festival is one of the 24 solar terms, which is a traditional folk festival. Whenever it comes to Qingming Festival, people will go to sweep tombs and plant trees. The story of the Qingming Festival begins with the story of Jie Zitui.

Legend has it that in the Spring and Autumn and Warring States Periods, Chong Er wandered away for 19 years, and Jie Zi Pui has always followed and made great achievements, Chong Er returned to his country to be the monarch, that is, one of the famous five hegemons of the Spring and Autumn Period, Duke Wen of Jin. Duke Wen of Jin wanted to give Jie Zi Pui an official position, but Jie Zi Pui did not want to do it, and had already hid in Mianshan Mountain with his old mother on his back. Duke Wen of Jin had his imperial guards search the Mian Mountain, but they did not find him. But when the fire started, Jie Zi push would come out by himself. Duke Wen of Jin ordered the fire to burn the mountain, but the fire burned for three days and three nights, the fire extinguished, after all, did not see mesoteric pushed out. Up the mountain to see, jiezi push mother and son holding a big charred willow tree has died. Duke Wen of Jin looked at the body of the meson push to cry and worship for a while, and then buried the remains, in order to commemorate the meson push, Duke Wen of Jin ordered the Mianshan Mountain to be changed to "meson", and established a shrine on the mountain, and set fire to the mountain of this day as a festival of cold food, and Oracle, this day every year, the ban on fireworks, only eat cold food.

Since then, the people of Jin have been able to live in peace and happiness, and they miss Jie Zi Tui, who did not want to be rich and famous. On the day of his death, people banned fireworks to commemorate him. Also with flour and jujube clay, kneaded into the swallow, with willow string up, inserted in the door, to summon his soul, this thing is called "the push of the swallow". Since then, the cold food and Qingming became the grand festivals of the people all over the country. Whenever cold food is served, people do not make fire to cook and only eat cold food. In the north, the people only eat pre-made cold food such as jujube cake, wheat cake, etc.; in the south, it is more for the green dough and glutinous rice sugar lotus root. Every Qingming, people weave willow into a circle to wear on the head, the willow branches inserted in front of the house, in order to show remembrance.

7th Grade Diary Part 3

I love to eat the rice cooked by my mom, but when I eat every day, I always have a little left over, and my mom doesn't like it. Mom said, "Baby, food is grown by the farmers' uncle's hard work', you can't waste it!"

I remembered the ancient poem "Hoeing the Harvest" that I memorized as a child. "The day of hoeing is noon, the sweat drops under the soil. Who knows what's on the plate, every grain is bitter." I will never waste food again.

I love to eat rice because it has a lot of nutrients in it and will make me grow taller.

The rice I eat now is white, and I want it to be colorful, so children will like it more. I want to invent colorful rice when I grow up.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, and when we recite the countless famous works of the moon that express our thoughts and feelings, the feelings of longing and reunion in our hearts will become more and more intense.

Throughout history, the Mid-Autumn Festival is a grand festival of Chinese folk tradition, as long as it is a Chinese, is destined to the 15th of August, looking up at the moon and the end of the world **** this time. When people and family reunion, enjoy the moon, swim in the lake when the Mid-Autumn Festival is given such a meaning, the warmth of the human world and the beauty of the scenery linked to the people feel and family reunion of the warmth, happiness and joy, and at the same time to bring the travelers away from their homes to a strong sense of nostalgia.

I remember that in the "Tokyo Dreaming Pen" has depicted the pith and song heard thousands of miles away, playful even sit in the lively scene of the Holy Dawn, which is exactly the ancient people aspire to reunion, celebrating the reunion of the image embodiment of the present us over the Mid-Autumn Festival can be described as colorful. You can choose to set off fireworks, under the clear moon, fire trees and silver flowers, celebrating together; you can choose to swim in the park, osmanthus fragrance, the moon entwined in the dark fragrance of the floating branches, sprinkled at the foot of the silver light; you can choose to walk along the riverside, the moon is in the sky, the river wind clean and clear, the smoky waves, the moonlight, such as silver snails in the turquoise water to give a person a sense of freshness, or simply stay at home, in the soft music, eat a few kinds of fine dishes, taste a few Mooncakes, with the box to enjoy the moon, the moonlight pouring the glory of the city will overflow your bosom, the poem: people do not see the moon in ancient times, the moon used to shine in ancient times. Mid-autumn night more let us appreciate the moonlight shining thousands of miles of the broadest beauty, so the moonlight and give people a thought: far from home! Whether far away from the ends of the earth, as long as you can bathe in the moonlight, the feelings of homesickness will be integrated into that a touch of through the moonlight, through the heart of the moon bridge will be praying for the transmission of home to the faraway, wishing loved ones better, more beautiful hometown, all the more happy, at the same time, in the moonlight in the traveler can also read out the faraway attachment and greetings.

Speaking of this, we also have to mention the prestigious Mid-Autumn Mooncake. Dong Po had exclaimed that small cakes such as chewing the moon, in the Yee such as crispy nowadays mooncakes are a wide range of styles, but no matter how renovated, the same is its round shape, symbolizing the warmth and beauty of the family, the family reunion *** gathering, so that ah, we must not underestimate this one piece of pengcai, it is not only cohesion of the producer's blood and sweat, it is the ancient Chinese children long for the people of the moon *** Reunion, the epitome of celestial harmony, but also highlights the inexhaustible cultural source of the Chinese nation!

It is said that thoughts like the full moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival, attachment like the stars in the sky, before the arrival of this joyful festival, I would like to borrow the soft wind, the score on the long blessing, so that it gently drifts into the hearts of all people! Finally, I wish all teachers and students of the school Mid-Autumn Festival and family reunion, happiness and prosperity.

7th grade diary Part 5

Today, I read a storybook, it a **** there are 70, I read 10 today, yesterday read 5, if the rest I want to read in 5 days, then I have to read at least how many a day? I have to do the math: 70-10-5=55(articles) 55/5=11(articles)

Heh! I have to read at least 11 articles a day to finish this storybook in 5 days, and after I finish this book, I have to read another one to broaden my knowledge and make more and more ink in my stomach.

seventh grade diary Part 6

Nanwan Monkey Island is a four A national tourist attraction, located in Hainan Province, Lingshui County, South Bay Peninsula, three sides around the sea, is China's and the world's only island-type macaque nature reserve. In addition to nearly 400 species of tropical plants, nearly 100 species of animals on the island, the pristine natural environment and more than 2,500 home country two types of protected animals macaques, now living in 21 groups of more than 1,000 rhesus monkeys, and therefore people called "Monkey Island", we sat in the 2138-meter-long longest cross-sea sightseeing ropeway, the real to the Monkey Island.

As soon as we entered the Monkey Island, I realized that there were monkeys everywhere! The guide said: "Welcome to Nanwan Monkey Island! The monkeys here are wild, wild, so we have to pay attention to the following points: First, do not open the bag in front of them, such as camera bags, handbags, etc., they will think that you want to take food to them. Second, if the monkeys and you want something do not be afraid, just spread out your hands, indicating that you do not have food for it to eat, it will leave. Third, don't take red things on the island, or you will be 'jealous' of the female monkeys." Guide said, we started, along the way I was scared, practicing photo all do not want to take pictures, alas. To see the time of the show, I'm still very afraid. I sat next to a grandmother, after a while, she took out from her pocket to eat, suddenly, a monkey from in front of me scurried past, quickly snatched the candy in her hand, and so we reacted when it has sat on the side to eat up. "Oooooooooh, mommy! I'm scared!" I cried out. Grandma rushed to say she was sorry. The show was almost over when I turned my head and froze, huh? There was actually a monkey sitting next to me? (I broke down.) "Oooooooooooh, Mommy! I'm scared!" I turned my head back and cried out to my mom, who said to me as she held me, "Don't be afraid, just pretend you didn't see it." When the show was over, I pulled my mom and immediately left the performance area. Think about it is really thrilling!

7th Grade Diary Part 7

As I opened my book, a ginkgo biloba leaf quietly slipped off.

I bent down and picked it up. I was shocked to realize that it was given to me by my classmate when I graduated from elementary school, and it was written on the back: cherish! I'm not sure if it's a good idea, but it's a good idea. I don't remember whether there was an impulse to cry, just now, the yellow leaves have long been drops of tears, suddenly remembered that there is a mood in this world called moving.

For a long time, I seem to have forgotten what it's like to be moved, is my heart has been indifferent, or my heart is filled with some insignificant things no space?

Time, always in the life of the busy do back to that quietly slipped by. And you and I will be in that moment to rub shoulders.

Every time we arrive at the end of the night, the inner always feel incomparably calm, seems to be cut off from the whole world. The moment of graduation from elementary school comes to mind, and time seems to have brought me back to the past - when I was in elementary school, and we innocently swore by our own childhood with white crayons. We cried together, laughed together, even if the sky collapsed we will be together "carry", friends, had so let me moved, there is a "good" thing, we will never forget each other, everything seems to have been good.

But time always separates us further and further away. After six years of graduation party, our mood is so heavy. We raised our glasses together and blessed each other, you, me and him - friends. Precious! At that moment, we all left unshed tears, how I wish time could be frozen in this moment, to be good friends for life!

"The beginning of the beginning, we are all children, the end of the end, longing to become angels, the ballad of the ballad, hiding the shadow of the fairy tale, the child of the child, where to fly to? Time, let us at that moment mercilessly separate things, ten years later, we each other whether we will still be in the same time, the same place, the same class, meet. Repeat the heartfelt childhood,

When the world has not touched the footprints of the time, this past events resolutely bring me warm, like that bloomed in the depths of memory of the flowers, with the fragrance of the flowers to bring the bees warm. And time has been so moving for me.

Friends, please pull your heart out of the mud! Please make a little space to carry enough to let me recall - touched it!

7th Grade Diary Part 8

When I was shopping today, a familiar song - Luo Dayou's "Childhood" - was playing on the street.

This song, which I heard from childhood, when I was a child, I listened to it and became familiar with it, and when I became familiar with it, I no longer cared so much about it, and over time, I threw it out of my heart.

But today when I look back, my heart is full of emotions, there are millions of strands of sadness entangled in the heart, want to forget but can not forget, can not stop.

So back home, the first thing is to think of opening the computer, search out this song, long lost childhood!

"Always have to wait until bedtime to realize that homework is only a little bit done, always have to wait until after the exam to realize that the books that should be read have not been read". How true, how apt!

Childhood is so confused past, and still today's adolescence is still so muddled. Suddenly remembered, their own homework are put off again and again, obviously have enough time to complete, and even have a surplus. But always can not help but push again and again, always feel that they are busier than anyone else, they have a lot of things to do, watch half an hour of novels, half an hour of TV series, half an hour of small games late, hee hee hee and half an hour ...... time are so past, a lot of things are forced to inspire the fighting spirit in the last little time The first thing that you should do is to think about what you're doing, and what you're doing.

Remember to see a very classic quote in the qq space: young is not the reason you play, but the capital of your struggle.

Yes! Even so, how many people always take young as a reason, as an excuse, time and again to avoid responsibility.

A moment of fatigue and tiredness had thought, if I can return to the child into a small child how good it is!

But the next moment, like a nightmare, appeared in the mind, when I was a child, I saw my parents tired and I wanted to help share a moment, but also thought obsessively that if I could grow up right away how good it would be!

I froze.

When I was a kid, I thought about helping my parents share their responsibilities; but when I grew up, I thought about avoiding them.

What about the child's heart? Is in the rush of the years gradually worn out, or in the endless fatigue of labor in the numbness of it?

Time, is it really merciless, not waiting for us?

Or is it our insensitive waste that hurts the heart of time?

seventh grade diary Part 9

On Sunday, I watched "Crazy Stone". There was an episode in it that was y reflected in my mind and is still fresh in my mind.

There was a man with a suitcase who had just gotten off the plane waiting for a car on the side of the road. Suddenly a man rushed over and blindfolded him, asking, "Guess who I am? You have three chances, think before you answer." The blindfolded man said, "Sir, I think you probably have the wrong person." "There are two more chances." The blindfolded man thought, "This voice is so strange, he must be mistaken. The blindfolded man put down his suitcase, and at the same time, a man came and took the suitcase and stopped a cab. The blindfolded man said, "Sir, you really have mistaken the wrong person, please take your hand away." "Okay, I'll let go, you can't peek." The moment he let go of his hand, the man who had blindfolded him was gone. He was about to lift his suitcase when he realized it was gone.

In daily life, sometimes a very casual action, the nature is actually very different, one is to steal things, one is to protect the young heart. This makes me understand: our world is not perfect, justice sometimes may not be completely rational, evil sometimes may not be unable to extenuating circumstances. Lies sometimes lie to others and lie to themselves, and lies are sometimes very beautiful.