Write a weekly diary of 600 words

Time flies by. In the blink of an eye, a week has passed. We have not only increased our knowledge, but also exercised ourselves. It is time to write a weekly diary carefully. How to write a good weekly diary? The following is a 600-word weekly diary that I collected and organized. You are welcome to learn from and refer to it. I hope it will be helpful to you. 600-word weekly diary, Part 1

"Ding Ling Ling" the doorbell rang, and when the door opened, it turned out to be the new little girl who had moved in. "Let's go out and play together!" the little girl said kindly. "Okay, okay" I replied happily.

The wind was blowing loudly, blowing our cheeks. A drink bottle flew over from nowhere. Oh no, no, no, she will definitely kick the drink bottle away with her feet, and maybe even hit someone. The little girl is new here. She loves cleanliness so much that she will definitely not pick up the dirty drink bottles. I was about to walk over when she bent down, and I was almost certain that her next move would be to kick her away. The atmosphere became tense for a moment, and I didn't care about that anymore, and hurriedly shouted: "Don't kick." The little girl looked at me with a surprised look, then turned back and gently picked up the drink bottle with her hand. I couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. She explained: "I think you misunderstood. I wanted to pick it up and throw it into the trash can. From your words, I know that you are a public-minded person." After hearing this, I The shame in my heart couldn't help but disappear. I looked up and our eyes met, looking at each other, and we both smiled.

"When you picked up the drink bottle, I finally got to know you. You are an excellent girl." I said with a smile.

Life is often like this. Deliberate efforts often cannot shorten the distance between each other, but inadvertently a detail or an action builds a beautiful bridge between people and shortens the distance between them. distance between.

I didn’t expect that an inconspicuous drink bottle could build a beautiful bridge between the hearts of me and the little girl, lighting up the light between people, and connecting people. There is no longer a distance.

In fact, to shorten the distance between you and others, the most important thing is to get along with others sincerely. I believe that your sincerity is enough to make two strangers feel close to each other. Close, very close... 600-word weekly diary 2

20xx, xx, xx, Zhou He climbed down the tree and took the first brave step with two feet. No matter how dangerous the ground was, he insisted on walking on with two feet. Thus, a miracle was born, humans emerged, and the monkey became the ancestor of humans. The monkey that was still on the tree after canceling him has now entered the zoo and become an animal for people to watch.

This is just one step away.

In the eyes of ordinary people, one step is just a small distance. Yes, if it only refers to the unit of measurement of length, I would make people chuckle when I say that taking a step requires tremendous courage, but in terms of scientific truth, taking a step requires tremendous courage and even preparation for sacrifice. Wasn't Bruno burned alive by the Inquisition just because he insisted on heliocentrism? Wasn't it true that Galileo was ridiculed for proposing that two balls of different masses would hit the ground at the same time? Of course they knew what their actions meant, but they still bravely took the first step because they firmly believed that their theory would one day be confirmed, they firmly believed that people would accept their theory, and they firmly believed that science and truth are more important than life. Freedom is more important. History has proven that they were right and their names will go down in history forever. Persecution by the church could not stop their progress. They were the first "monkeys" to walk on two feet and were the pioneers of mankind.

First step, many times it requires great courage as strength, many times it requires firm belief as support, and many times it requires strong perseverance as backing. Armstrong, the first historical figure to successfully land on the moon, had a dream of landing on the moon when he was a child.

In order to realize his dream in life, he struggled hard for decades, and finally one day, full of confidence and ideals, he bravely embarked on a journey. When the spacecraft landed and the hatch opened, the moment he took a small step, his Struggle and faith are all integrated into this step across history. But this small step is a milestone for mankind.

When the waves wash away the sand, what is left behind is the real gold. Students, take the first step bravely on the road to science. I believe your bravery will be rewarded with unexpected gains! 600-word weekly diary, Part 3

20xx year xx month xx day Zhou x Qing

There is a distance that cannot be traced with a ruler, nor can it be marked with units. It always seems so misty and unclear, yet it exists everywhere. Occasionally in the quiet night, I recall the subtle connection with him or her. Recall those people who have left a mark deep in your heart, those memories that have been forgotten and scattered in the corners of your soul.

Although he is separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, he always makes you feel as if he is by your side. There is always something that can make you cross the gap of time and space, through those words that carry the soul, ordinary chatter Nao, an inadvertent word of concern or greeting. The voice of the soul can always arouse echoes across the prehistoric times and cause cries. Words and language build a spiritual bridge between you and me.

The farthest distance in the world is the soul, and the shortest distance is also the soul.

The corner of the sea, the end of the sky. A care and longing from the depths of the soul can make these two hearts feel so close, just like Wang Wei's poem "A bosom friend in a sea of ​​​​me", as if the world is close to each other. Maybe the two people will never meet. Or if they face each other day and night, without heart-to-heart communication, even if he spends all his time talking, it will be in vain, the distance between hearts is still so far away, and they are walking on strangers. Destined to be just a passing passenger on the long road of life.

But distance is essential between people. It is precisely because of distance that human relationships are strangers, friends, relatives, and lovers. How to grasp the distance between the soul and the soul is very important. A closed mind will suffocate us in our struggle, so there must be a bridge of communication between the mind and the heart. Only when the heart and the heart are close together can they be warm, otherwise we will die silently in loneliness.

There is a saying by Hugo in my memory, which roughly means that the ocean is wider than the land, the sky is wider than the ocean, and the people's hearts are wider than the sky. The distance between the soul and the heart will not become far because of the vastness, but will become closer because of the vastness. Therefore, we must have the courage to break through the walls of the soul, open the wings of the soul, and find the harbor of the heart in the vast sea of ​​​​people.

From here to there is the distance. From this heart to the other heart, it is the distance of the soul. 600-word weekly diary, Part 4

In a corner of Lychee Park, a boy was standing there fishing. Suddenly, without paying attention, the sole of his foot slipped, stepped on a thick layer of moss, and fell into the water with a "dong" sound...

Who do you think that boy is? That's right below. Let me tell you slowly.

"Dad, today I will take my aunt to Lychee Park to enjoy the scenery of the South, okay?"

I asked my dad. "NO, PROBLEM, but you have to finish writing this English test paper first." As he said this, my father took out a paper from behind like an acrobatic, with as many questions as there are stars in the sky. "OH, MY, GOD!" Dad let me go after I finished writing the English test paper.

When I took my fishing rod and visited Lychee Park with my aunt, it was almost half past three, and every seat on the fishing platform must have been occupied! So we quickly ran into the gate of Lychee Park and went straight to the fish platform. But when my aunt and I arrived to go fishing, the "Manchu" sign was already hanging on it. "What bad luck!" I muttered. Suddenly, my eyes lit up. Isn’t there really a “feng shui treasure land” for fishing in front of me? I ran over in a hurry and jumped from the shore to a stone on the river. In fact, the "feng shui treasure" I mentioned is a big rock on the river.

After standing up, I immediately put on the bait and threw it far into the middle of the river. This is indeed a "feng shui treasure land"! Sure enough, before five minutes had passed, the buoy moved. I hurriedly pulled the fishing rod gently. It was quite powerful to eat the rod. It must be a big crucian carp. When I waited until the hook hit its mouth, I stood up in a hurry, but unexpectedly my feet slipped and fell into the water. After taking a few sips of water, my aunt quickly extended her hand to me. I grabbed her hand and climbed up. When I climbed ashore, I hurriedly took away the fishing rod that had fallen into the water, and the fish ran away! The big crucian carp just disappeared! You know, this is my first time to catch such a big fish!

This is my winter vacation "adventure". 600-word weekly diary, Part 5

Three years have passed. I wonder if Xiao Q will be fine after leaving China in the past three years?

On that day, the naive students would never have thought that the so-called "Black Friday" in Western countries would actually work like this!

One Friday in the third grade, the teacher suddenly told us that due to parents’ work reasons, Xiao Q was going to transfer to Italy! We have never felt the feeling of separation. We all looked at Xiao Q with our eyes wide open. Xiao Q nodded.

The teacher broke our whispers and said, "Let's hold a farewell party for Xiao Q." Suddenly, the classroom became quiet. Everyone could clearly see that there were tears in the teacher's eyes, one drop, two drops...

The students were stunned. There were slight sobs in the classroom, and several students also cried. . I can't quite believe this is true. It all happened too suddenly. How could Xiao Q just leave like this? Why didn't he tell us first? "Don't worry, everyone, I will definitely come back to see you next year." Xiao Q suddenly spoke. He also looked like he wanted to cry, but still smiled. Xiao Q is gone. In the second year, our whole class was looking forward to Xiao Q’s return. A year has passed in this expectation, and Xiao Q still has not come back. This year, 2018, the teacher told us, "Little Q may come back next year!"

There was an explosion in the classroom. Some people looked forward to it, but some people didn't quite believe it. "He didn't come back the year before last." , I didn’t come back last year, I didn’t come back this year, and it’s impossible to come back next year!” However, I firmly believe that Xiao Q will definitely come back next year. Xiao Q, even if this encounter is late, we will always wait for you to come back, and we look forward to seeing you again after a long absence. 600-word Weekly Writing Chapter 6

Adults often say: "You were picked up from the trash can." When I was a child, I might cry non-stop, but when I grow up, I will only smile. And passed.

But have you ever thought about it? What if this is true? I guess I'm not, and I hope you aren't either.

First of all, it’s my appearance. My father and mother have very big eyes and obvious double eyelids, and I am no exception. When my classmate went out to play with our family, she said: "The most similar thing about your family is the eyes."

My mother is very good at writing. Many of my compositions have been given the "finishing touch" by her. At my grandma's house, I even saw my mother's medal for "Outstanding Literary Club Member"! Not only did I become a "Literary Club Director" in school, but I also won many composition awards in the city and province. My mother has a habit of complaining. For example, one time, we went to my aunt's university. The convenience store there offered a 10 yuan discount for purchases over 50 yuan, but the time of the activity was not stated. When we bought enough money, the salesperson said Claiming that there was no activity, my mother called the complaint phone. Finally, "Tang Monk's Mother" finally defeated the "Wukong Store" and lost 10 yuan. The same goes for me. Whenever someone fights in the class, I will always be the first to report it to the teacher.

My dad is very good at doing some ppt, programming and so on. I also like these, but "a person is better than a person who has a skill." Now my dad sees the homework left by the programming teacher, and sometimes he also does it. I don't know "why", but I can figure it out easily. My dad is a chronic man, and so am I. Especially when copying compositions, my mother would read every word in the composition and urge me to write it down.

My sister didn’t have double eyelids before, but she grew them later. According to my sister's words: "Genes are really naughty. Good ones are inherited, and bad ones are also inherited." 600-word weekly diary, Part 7

On March 15, the sky was exceptionally clear.

On this sunny day, the school organized our fourth grade students to fly kites in Qingchun Square.

Along the way, we jumped and jumped, thinking about how high our kite could fly while admiring the spring scenery on the roadside. look! The willow trees there have sprouted new buds, which are tender and green. A breeze blows, and the willow branches float! Look! The cherry blossoms here are in bloom, and the wind blows gently, bringing waves of refreshing fragrance. How intoxicating! When I arrived at Qingchun Square, I looked around. I saw a large platform in front of me. In the center of the platform was a fountain. We were going to fly the kite on this platform. Someone was already playing on the platform, which made me feel itchy and my classmates were also eager to try it.

The students couldn’t wait to fly the kites. Some ran with the kites, and some held the strings to chase the kites. A gust of wind blew, and the kites fluttered in the wind. The sky above the square suddenly became a scene of kites. In the ocean, there are small kites connected together, sun kites, hot air balloon kites, phoenix kites, etc., which are really beautiful; the students on the ground are even more excited and cheering. At this time, there were more people in the square and it was very lively. After a while, the wind gradually died down, and my cute kite became entangled with the kite of my classmates. The two kites seemed to be friends, chatting and laughing together, but we became anxious. It was difficult to separate them. We started running together, and with the laughter of our classmates, the kite rose again. It slowly rose in the wind and flew freely in the air.

Looking at the kites in the sky, I suddenly felt that I had become a kite and flew to Taiwan. I kept pace with the kites of Taiwanese children and flew in the blue sky together. 600-word weekly diary, Part 8

I love flowers, but I have never had the chance to grow them. However, my father always takes some time out of his busy schedule to plant flowers. Dad loves flowers very much. No matter how busy he is, he will always take time to water this plant and move that pot.

My father grows a common flower called spider plant. The reason why my father chose this kind of flower is that the spider plant is not delicate. It can fight on its own and is easy to support. There is no need to worry about it dying. Therefore, my father had to raise the easy-to-live spider plants.

When my father usually grows spider plants, he cares about them very much. After going back and forth, he found out some clues: Although spider plants are easy to grow and easy to grow, they should be watered in an appropriate amount, not too much, not too little. Too much, and the spider plant will drown; without it, it will naturally wither. Moreover, in winter, spider plants must be placed indoors to avoid freezing. If you touch the doorway, the flowers and plants will naturally take care of themselves, and they will live for three to five years.

I remember that once the spider plant split its roots and blossomed into small white flowers. Dad invited some friends to come and enjoy the flowers, and asked them to take a few trees home to plant. Watching my friends take away the fruits of my labor makes me feel very happy.

Of course, there are also sad times. In February or March last year, the clothes hanger my mother used to hang clothes fell off, and it happened to fall on the spider plant. One of the roots of the spider plant was broken. This time, daddy's baby was damaged. Mom felt particularly uncomfortable. Dad was even more sad. He didn't smile for several days.

In fact, growing flowers is not difficult, as long as you are good at observing, patient, and know the ropes. It seems: there are joys and sorrows, laughter and tears, flowers and fruits, fragrance and color. It requires both labor and knowledge. This is the joy of growing flowers. Weekly Writing 600 Words Chapter 9

As we grow up, we have experienced different tastes, the taste of happiness, the taste of sadness, the taste of learning...but the taste that I feel the most is that of labor. taste.

How did I feel this feeling? Then please read on!

It was a Sunday. I had finished my homework and was about to turn on the TV when my mother came over: "You have nothing to do, so come and do housework with me!" I muttered in my heart: Doing housework? It must be very tiring, I'd better watch TV! As if my mother knew what I was thinking, she immediately put on a big show Smiling face: "But there are rewards! You can choose between a feast and a computer!" A feast! A computer! So good! Not only is my mouth watering just thinking about it. I agreed immediately.

"Then you come and clean the kitchen floor and your room!" "OK" I thought to myself: This is not a problem for me! I just did it, and while I was doing it, I sang: "Wash, wash, wash, Wash, wash, wash, oh..." But less than half of the time, I was sweating! It's autumn now! But for my feast and my computer, I fought hard!

Finally I finished brushing the floor, but I had already entered my room, ah, I was shocked! It’s so messy! I usually don’t notice it if I don’t clean it, but now “Oh——” I sighed. I thought of my mother, she had to do it every day, and she was a little tired!

In the evening, I was sitting by the computer, eating KFC, and I couldn’t help but think of the taste of labor. Is it salty? The smell of sweat. Is it fragrant? It smells like KFC. Is it still bitter? The feeling in my heart when my mother does housework every day. Please help me think about it! 600-word weekly diary, Chapter 10

I think my grandpa’s house has a history of at least 20 years. Why? Because many places on the third floor that no one goes to are filled with dust.

Opposite the restaurant, there is a wooden door. Looking through the glass on the door, you can only see a few cabinets and many childhood toys. My curiosity arose all of a sudden - there might be many interesting things in it.

Is this door locked? I looked at this ancient door. I was really afraid that it would fall down and press me to the ground.

I tried to open the door and turned the doorknob. The door opened but was not locked. It screamed and groaned in pain.

The dust inside blows towards your face with the breath of ancient time.

This seems to be another world, the sunlight shines through the window and onto the floor. Dust appears and disappears in the air.

I suddenly had a hallucination, feeling that the noisy tricycles on the road had become quiet; I felt that the vendors on the street had become silent; even the flapping birds in the sky had become quiet. Everything is immersed in this beautiful silence.

The solid wood cabinet was opened, and a breath of time gushes out. The ancient books are like musical notes, playing the movement of time. Pick up a textbook, maybe it belongs to your father or your grandfather, no matter who it is, it has an ancient and luxurious atmosphere.

On the desk next to me, I saw the aura of my childhood. The abacus stored in the box was used as a skateboard by the naive me when I was young. As a kind of souvenir, I wiped it clean and prepared to store it in my home. Looking at the unevenness on the beads, I found the mark of my childhood.

The setting sun was blocked by the building, the light in the room was extremely dark, and the noisy sounds came back to my ears. After closing the door, I quietly walked out of the room. 600-word weekly diary, Part 11

My winter vacation life is almost over. Looking back, this winter vacation is quite interesting.

I unfortunately received the notification letter at the beginning of my winter vacation. Why do you say it is unfortunate? It’s just that I don’t like to learn English. I was dumbfounded when the notification letter came out. My English scores were mediocre, which seriously affected my studies. My overall grade was improved! After seeing this, my father became even more angry and insulted me. My mother, who usually protects me, ignored me this time. Tears were rolling in her eyes but would not flow out. , maybe because I know very well that this result is all caused by myself, and I can only use one word to describe "sour" in my heart.

The best thing about winter vacation is that you don’t have to get up early to memorize vocabulary words or work hard to do homework.

Now I sleep until I wake up naturally every day, making up for all the sleep I missed during review. In the afternoon I often invite Wang Ying to Qingkelong to read books. I finished reading "A Dream of Red Mansions" before the winter vacation was over. The feeling of taking advantage of others is really sweet.

This winter I "returned to my old business" and picked up the skates I had not touched for two years and returned to the ice rink. I recall that my skating speed was one of the best among kids my age. Today I stood proudly on the ice rink again. Maybe because I am "old", I fell down as soon as I stood up. This action made a "little fat man" who was sitting and resting laugh. I thought to myself: Wait a minute. I will definitely compare with you when I find the feeling, so that you can know what an "advantage" is. After skating for a few laps, the little fat man actually issued a challenge to me. Of course I accepted the challenge. The little fat man asked me to skate a corner first. I laughed wildly in my heart, laughing at him for underestimating the enemy. Looks like I'm going to win, I thought to myself. The result of the game made me dumbfounded and I lost miserably. Looking at the proud look in the little fat man's eyes, I felt really embarrassed and miserable.

Experience is wealth, and I had a very fulfilling winter vacation. 600-word weekly diary, Part 12

I remember, when I first entered school, there was a classmate in our class. Whether it was his clothes or his schoolbag, he was worse than others.

Later, the teacher said to us: "His mother has passed away, and his father works very hard, with only a monthly salary of more than 1,000, and he also has to take care of him and his sister." At that time. I don't feel much pity for him.

It wasn’t until we were enrolled in fourth grade that a piece of unfortunate news reached the ears of our classmate—his father also passed away! At first, I thought it didn’t matter, because the parents of a classmate in the class would support him with a small amount of money every month.

Once, the class held a tenth birthday party for us. We were going to play a game called "Heart to Heart". The rules were: a classmate drew on the blackboard, and The parent of that classmate has to guess the idiom based on the child's drawing. When it was his turn, his parents did not show up. I found that his sister was hiding behind the podium and crying quietly. Only then did I realize how difficult it was for him! In order to take care of him, his sister actually gave up her studies and worked from dawn to dusk every day, just so that her brother could study well.

This made me think: How many lonely children are there in the world who cannot read? In the eyes of ordinary people, simple life and study are hard-won for them.

I hope he can study hard and live up to his sister's expectations of him.

Because of him, I understand how lucky I am. Those who are less fortunate than me understand how difficult life is and work harder, so we have no reason to blame others. 600-word weekly diary, Chapter 13

When I was in second grade, my parents took my sister and me to the market. There are a lot of little things in there. So beautiful! I was attracted by a stall, where I watched for a long time, but unknowingly, my parents and sister became farther and farther away from me. I looked around for my mother, but there was no sign of my mother anywhere. I was in a hurry and kept turning around. At this time, a voice came from behind me: "Child, what's wrong with you? Where are your parents?" I looked back and saw that it was an aunt. She was holding a sister who was three or four years older than me. I replied: "I and I Mom is separated! "Don't worry. "The aunt asked me gently: "What is your mother's phone number? My aunt will help you!

The fear in my heart immediately dissipated. I picked up the phone and dialed my mother's number. After a while, my father came to me quickly. My aunt said thank you. She smiled and said, "It's okay!" He took his sister and disappeared into the crowd. My father took me to a party between my mother and my sister. When I was in the third grade, my mother went downstairs to buy groceries and asked me to take care of my sister, so I had no choice but to do this. My sister and I were sitting on the sofa bored.

My sister asked me, "My sister, where are my mother and father?" "They are gone," I said helplessly. My sister seemed a little nervous, "Sister, I'm afraid, you play with me!" There is nothing to be nervous about. Come on, what are you playing? "Playing with the house, so my sister and I played with the house, oh. It's been a long time. Why hasn't my mother come back? Just like that, my sister took me to cook and sleep. After a long time, my mother came back with a smile on her face, "Sumi has grown up and can help my mother take care of my sister." I smiled bitterly, but it seemed that I could really help my mother take care of my sister. 600-Word Weekly Diary 14

Two years ago, I was with a girl. A foreigner came back from Italy. Because he was in a hurry, he left without even saying goodbye. During the Chinese New Year this year, we met again.

At noon on the first day of the new year, I was reading a book. , asked her mother, "Can I meet that friend of mine today?" "Suddenly I heard a loud knock on the door, and heard the person outside the door breathing rapidly. I opened the door and looked, and almost hugged him. The "Italian gun" I had been waiting for for a long time was back. , this encounter was really like Cao Cao Cao Cao. But this encounter was not easy. He ran all the way from Italy to China to escape the "epidemic". He also had a fever that day, which scared everyone when we were there. We played games together for a while, and before long, we all gathered together to pay New Year greetings. During the New Year greetings, we received red envelopes and chatted. It seemed that our mobile phones no longer existed, and my friend also took one. Red envelope, we got together and set off fireworks again. While setting off the fireworks, the friend failed to control the fire and burned his ring finger. Fortunately, it was only a little bit...

Back home , we picked up our phones and played games together, but unfortunately we only played for a while because it was too late and he was going home. When he was about to leave, my mother told me the good news, "Andy can sleep at our house." "I was so happy at that time. The next morning our family wanted to pay New Year greetings, so we had to let him go home first. After the greetings, my mother and "Italian Cannon"'s mother made an appointment to play mahjong and took us with them. The two of them didn't go back until the sixth day of the Lunar New Year because there were no special circumstances. But this time he plans to go to Hangzhou to study, so I don't know when the next time they will get together will be soon.

I hope the next time will be soon. See you later.