Seventh grade diary

Unconsciously, the day's life is over. You must have a lot of feelings in your heart. You might as well sit down and keep a diary. So do you really know how to keep a diary? The following is 10 grade 7 diary I compiled for you for your reference, hoping to help friends in need.

Every time you look at the starry sky, you will find that every star in the sky has its own characteristics.

On this starry night, I looked up at the twinkling stars on the windowsill. Among countless stars, I found a very bright star, which shines with dazzling light. In this vast starry sky, it is the most unique. I also found a star, its light is extremely weak, just like a person who is going to be discouraged. There are also some stars that gather together to form a beautiful pattern. But there are some stars. There is nothing special about them. They don't get together with other stars, but shine alone. In fact, in our life, there are many people like these stars: some people work hard and finally get good results; Some people don't work hard when they are teenagers, but they have to make a living by collecting rags when they grow up; Some people started a business with friends and succeeded; Some people conquer the world by themselves and do not rely on their parents to live a good life.

Looking up at the stars can not only help you discover the similarities between life and stars, but also help you discover many mysteries. Students should know constellations, including Aries, Libra, Scorpio, Taurus, Gemini, Cancer, Leo, Virgo, Sagittarius, Capricorn, Aquarius and Pisces. However, how many people have seen these constellations? Whenever you look up at the stars, you can observe their shapes. If you find those stars look like a constellation, you will be very lucky! In this world, there are many people in each constellation, and each constellation is made up of many stars, and we also have our own characteristics, just like these constellations.

Looking up at the stars is like looking up at ourselves. God is fair to all of us. If you work hard, the stars will always shine.

A few days ago, an interesting thing happened in our family. At 9 o'clock in the evening, my father played computer for a while and went to find water to quench his thirst. I thought of a good way to secretly change the image of the computer desktop into a terrible big shark. After a while, my father looked at it and was shocked. He hurriedly asked his mother, "Have you changed the image on the computer desktop?" But mom has fallen asleep. At this time, my father was more anxious and came to ask me. I pretended to be asleep. Dad said to himself, "it's strange that the computer is crazy and the table itself has changed." I have to ask the computer vendors what bad things they sell! " "Then he picked up the phone. I couldn't help laughing loudly when I saw my father. My father saw me smile so happily and said, "Ha, it's you!" " "Sissy, do you find it funny?

Last Saturday morning, I wanted to sleep in, but my mother insisted that I get up to read and recite. I have no choice but to get up reluctantly. After getting dressed, I didn't take out my textbook to study. Instead, while my mother was cooking breakfast in the kitchen, she quickly turned on the computer and played. Who knows, my mother found my trick as soon as she turned around and began to scold me angrily. I was so angry that I yelled at my mother, "Stop nagging!" My mother was even angrier when she saw this: study quickly. If you don't work hard at this time, what will you do in the future?

I can't even play for a while! I cut off the power of the computer while yelling, and then threw myself into the room, sulking alone. I muttered to myself, my mother was so busy that I almost lost my freedom!

At noon, my stomach growled with hunger. At this time, my mother knocked on my door and said to me carefully in the door: Baby, are you hungry? I'll leave the meal at the door, and you can eat it yourself when you finish learning. I pretended not to hear. After a while, I smelled my favorite braised pork through the crack of the door. But I still didn't open the door. I didn't open the door quietly until I heard my mother close the door for a nap. By this time, the food was already cold, but when I saw the braised pork, I couldn't help being hungry and began to munch. Mom's cooking was really delicious. I ate a big bowl in one breath. When I was about to sneak into my room again, suddenly, I heard my mother sobbing. At this time, I have some doubts. I listened carefully. It was really my mother crying and my heart was shaking. I'm hesitating: should I open the door? At the same time, I put my hand on the doorknob, and I have begun to regret my mistake this morning. Finally, reason overcame my temporary anger. I decisively pushed open my mother's door: mom, look, I have finished eating. I brought an empty bowl for my mother. I want to take a lunch break and continue studying in the afternoon! Mother looked up and looked at me with a surprised expression. She looked at the empty bowl in my hand and snorted and smiled. When I patted my chest and said that dinner was on me, the clouds on my mother's face cleared away.

In the evening, I beat my mother, cooked noodles and put a poached egg in it. When I presented this bowl of noodles to my mother, her mother could no longer conceal her inner joy and showed a gratified smile on her face.

After the baptism this weekend, I seem to have really grown up. Mom's nagging is no longer so annoying. She did it for my own good. I shouldn't have hurt her.

During the holiday, my parents and I went to other places to play. Today, when I visited an ancient temple, I found that the incense in the temple was strong and the traffic in front of it was not surprising. An old man told me that the Buddha here is very clever and begged him to do things right.

Entering the main hall, I saw a couple who wanted to ask the Buddha to count whether it was a boy or a girl. The couple were so happy that they donated 10 yuan with the hope of having a boy. There is also a grandfather who has been signing visas, wishing their whole family prosperity for more than a year. In this way, tickets for Qianxiang 10 yuan in front of the Buddha statue piled up like a mountain. It seems that the Buddha's ability to make money is really not small.

I can't help thinking, the Buddha's skill is really great. I'll give it a try and see if it works. So I knelt in front of the Buddha statue and whispered, "Bless me with excellent grades this semester." Although I know this is superstition, everyone believes in Buddhism. Then he stood up, gritted his teeth and drew a sign. When I open my eyes, it is also a "sign". I'm overjoyed, so naturally I'm going to donate. Just when I was in a hurry to tell my parents the good news, I waved my hand and accidentally knocked over the sign-finding tube, and the sign in the tube was scattered all over the floor. I quickly squatted down and picked it up. The first one signed, the second one signed and the third one signed. Curiosity drove me to look at all the signs. As a result, I accidentally found that all the signs were signed, and I was blindsided. When I blurted out, many people gathered around and saw my autograph. They all stared at each other in surprise. The hall was silent. I glanced at the Buddha statue, and he seemed to sigh for a long time. . . . . .

On the way home, I was full of thoughts, and I saw Qian Shang in front of me. I suddenly understood-the Buddha's heart is good. If you want to study well, you must work hard!

Every time a beautiful song rings in my ear, I always close my eyes and savor it. A wonderful melody accompanied me through seven spring and autumn periods.

After school on Thursday afternoon, I waited for the bus at the station. Gradually, my thoughts returned to. ...

I vaguely remember it was a midsummer noon. Although the sun is like fire, I can't restrain my joy and happiness in any case-in the ancient poetry competition that just came to an end, I played beyond my ability and won the second prize. I happily turned on the computer, put on headphones and listened to music. At this moment, a beautiful song flows through my heart like a stream. It is like silent spring rain, nourishing my dry heart; It is like a pot of cold water, which douses many strong flames of mine. Quietly listening to the sounds of nature, my heart suddenly became unusually calm, and the previous surge of emotion has turned into a slight wave. I thought: yes, honor is a thing apart from me, and I can't forget myself for the sake of temporary happiness. Arrogant people are more likely to face setbacks at any time. To be a popular person, "modesty" is a must. Modesty is not a virtue of lip service.

Then I understood that singing means that it rains in Mao Mao when you laugh, so that you can continue to look at life with a normal heart.

In a blink of an eye, the fast horse of memory brought me back to reality. I wandered aimlessly at the bus station, leaving only endless loss and sadness in my heart. When I got home, I still listened to my favorite songs as usual.

"This is annoying, that is annoying. Left is difficult, right is difficult ... "When I heard this song, my heart couldn't help trembling: Isn't this song exactly what I'm feeling now? The sadness in my heart naturally deepened. "If you have a broad heart, you will drive away the darkness. Isn't this the color of happiness? Life is not difficult, life is not difficult ... "This song, like a mass of sunshine, suddenly drove away the darkness in my heart and left me a bright and quiet sky. "You and I have a bright future, and the road is blue ..." Hearing this paragraph, my heart suddenly opened up. Maybe there will always be disappointment in one way or another in our life. These problems often bother us, like a dark cloud, which makes our mood in a mess. But why don't we think from another angle? Why are you troubled by these troubles around you? As long as you work hard, you won't leave regrets; Even if it fails later, it can regain the power of the outbreak; As long as I put aside the troubles around me, what is left in front is the bright blue all the way, which will always lead me to a happy life.

Then I understand that singing is warm water when you fail, which makes you regain your confidence in life.

Singing, it taught me to be calm when I was proud, and taught me to persist when I failed. Singing, that's how I grew up.

Article 6 of the seventh grade diary is a kind of love, an irresistible love; It is an emotion that makes people unable to extricate themselves; It was a dream, an unforgettable dream.

When I first entered junior high school, a warm current flowed into my heart. Do you know this is a ghost? It is our Chinese teacher. She made me feel very kind on the first day of school. She is like a gardener, watering our underage seedlings; She is like a kettle, giving us these flowers and rain; She is like a torch, illuminating our way forward.

Teacher, a simple word, contains deep feelings. The teacher is our mother who comforts us when we are sad; The teacher is the sea that allows us to grow freely in her arms; Teachers are compasses, guiding us in the direction of progress. The teacher is my teacher. Without her, I might not be sensible now. Without her, maybe there would be no mature me now; Without her, there would be no me now. I thank her, my teacher.

In my heart, it was the teacher's love that educated me, and I will never forget it!

It's clear in Wan Li and Wan Li today. My father and I went fishing in the suburbs. This is my first time fishing.

We came to a big fish pond. There are many free crucian carp, grass carp and carp in the water. Pick up a fishing rod from the side and don't know how to fish. After a while, an old uncle who looked at fish ponds came to me and kindly taught me to fish. First, he told me how to bait. He took out an earthworm from a bag of soil, put it on the hook, and then asked me to throw the bait at the fish pond as far away as possible. When the fish floats into the water, the front end of the fishing rod should be as close as possible to the fish float, and then he told me two most important tips, one is to be patient, and the other is to be agile.

Then, I started fishing and waited for a long time, thinking: Why didn't the fish bite my bait? I'll wait a little longer. If the fish stop taking the bait, I will stop fishing. I waited for a while, and suddenly I felt that the fishing rod was dragged down by something. I hurriedly mentioned that it turned out to be a big crucian carp. I quickly threw the fish ashore and waited for the fish to land, so that I could have a closer look. Oh, my god, everyone else's fishing is on the fish's mouth, but my hook is on the fish's stomach. I looked at it and thought: This fish may underestimate me. Seeing that I am a novice and my skills are worse than others, I bumped into my hook and got caught by my hook.

Great, this crucian carp made me interested in fishing, so I went into battle again and caught the second and third fish. The second fish is the biggest fish caught today, weighing one kilogram.

In this fishing, I not only learned to fish, but also found the pleasure of fishing.

The eighth article of the seventh grade diary, the first day of junior high school, is a brand-new you, silent me and you. Ever since you came into my hands and lay at your desk all day, I have opened you from time to time. When I am happy, I look at you and you are happy. When I am sad, I look at you and you are sad. When I get good grades, I look at you and you feel proud. In this way, we passed the first grade.

My good friend was in the second grade. You were cheerful and I was lively. You, jumping in my mind, gave me an unusual inspiration. I, inspired by you, built a stage of dreams. I'm singing here, where are you clapping for me? I run here, and you cheer for me here; I am fighting for my dream here, and where are you guiding me? You give me wings of dreams and let me fly far away. In this way, we spent the second day of junior high school. My good friend. In the third grade, you were old and I was weathered.

You have been with me for almost three years, and you have paid a lot for me, making you old. I experienced all kinds of difficulties, but with your help, I overcame them and formed good habits. You made me a real man. Now, at this time, you are sad and I am miserable.

Facing graduation, I may not go for further study, but I will be separated from you, thinking of the ups and downs we have gone through together, and the happiness we had together, which I miss very much. I look at you again, and you look at me, and tears come to your eyes, perhaps because I can't bear to part with our past, my good friend. I don't want to be apart from you. What attracts me is not your looks, but your warmth, encouragement, memories and my good friends! My family! My life!

The ninth chapter of the seventh grade diary "Crash …" With the firecrackers outside the window, this sleepless night began.

Huge rings, like Hercules, no, bigger than Hercules. Suddenly, the earth shook and the tall buildings could not help but tremble; At this time, beautiful fancy fireworks rushed to the sky and became beautiful flowers in the sky; The rotating fireworks are not to be outdone, like rockets cutting through the sky and drawing a beautiful arc.

The children in the street are all holding drip tendons, and the older ones put some earth red. The most striking thing is a gourd-shaped flower. When it is lit, it will spark, and then it will change color, just like a Christmas tree.

Shops along the street also took out flowers, parachutes like raindrops from the sky, and people who came out for sightseeing and parachuting in Lilliput. "Peng, Peng, Peng, Peng, Peng, Peng, Peng, Peng, Peng, Peng, Peng, Peng, Peng, Peng, Peng.

After reading so much about yourself, it's time to play. Son, I dare not say that the earth is red, but it's ok. I approached the cannon with incense in one hand and earth red in the other. When the incense touched the earth red, the earth red shell came out of Mars, and I quickly threw it out. As soon as I touched the ground, it turned around quickly and looked great. Huh? It suddenly occurred to me that there was another box of lightning rods. After being lit, the electro-optic wand emits sparks like a small star, illuminating the whole corridor. Suddenly, the voice of "Haw" startled me. Looking back, it was my father who set the fire. At this time, the usually timid mother stood up. She held the fireworks stick in one hand and held it high like a torch relay. Wow, the first fireworks set off by her mother flew into the sky.

With the second sound of firecrackers, this unforgettable and happy sleepless night ended.

In July, the summer sunshine in Beijing is already full. There is a brown book in front of the desk, named Song of Eternal Sorrow. I opened it and suddenly fell into the image of the old times. In the exquisite and beautiful attic of the water town, a girl with bright eyes and white teeth seems to be blocked by heavy worries. There should be Wuzhen. The girl said slowly, "Once you go to Yumenguan, you will never go back to the ends of the earth."

In the White Dew in Shanghai, a thin curtain floated from the cool rain. Water dripped from the tip of buttonwood leaves, affecting the melancholy rhyme of the Republic of China. I walked into the narrow alley on purpose. Alleys are narrower, darker and meaner than hutongs. If the hutong is a peony swaying in the sun, then the alley is a red peony blooming in the shadow.

I fondled the bricks and stones of Hutongkou, as if touching the culture left by the times. I'm standing at the crossroads of the times. The twilight of the setting sun is lightly scattered outside the clouds and in the breath of the vanishing cream.

There is a girl leaning against the wall. The girl's face is beautiful, and the orange sunshine is softly painted on her face, giving birth to sadness. My ears seem to ring piccolo a little hastily. There is some impatience and arrogance on her face. I tried to get close to her, but she lost her shadow and fragrance. However, I recognized her as Wang Qiyao.

Yellow buttonwood leaves floated down from the sky like big birds. Deep in the alley, a woman came leisurely, holding a hand-woven scarf tightly in her arms, so soft and warm. She is desolate and lonely, and that fleeting happiness is like a falling buttonwood leaf. She never slowed down and walked, and her thin figure gradually disappeared from my sight. Man Zhen's pain never disappeared from my heart.

Then, beauty, grief-stricken Shen and the girl holding a furnace of agarwood scraps bowed their heads in frustration, and everyone walked by like this. Countless stories and legends are linked together. Women in Shanghai's literary works are beautiful and tenacious.

Looking back, the waning moon is like a hook. The people in the alley lit up the lights, and the dim lights fell in the alley. I am alone, covered in moisture, and others can't see the world I see. I stood there in a daze.

Seeing a silk scarf shop called Shanghai Story on Nanjing Road, no one understood why I rushed in excitedly. I closed my eyes and stroked the soft silk scarf with my fingertips, sliding through the magnificent dark color and countless joys and sorrows. I feel that they are hiding in my body, breathing the air of the world with me and enjoying the rainy night in Shanghai with me.

I closed Song of Eternal Sorrow, Half-life Fate and Rolling Red Dust, dug out a silk scarf from the bookcase and buried my face gently on it, so the sun in Beijing faded and the rain fell, but unfortunately others could not feel the coolness. That's the love of the whole city that belongs to me alone.

My world is hidden in book after book.