Chapter 1: 800-word high school weekly diary Unconsciously, I have become a high school student. When I first stepped into the high school classroom, three years of junior high school life with strange faces quietly passed away, leaving me only memories, memories of those people and things, the classroom that accompanied me for more than 1,000 days and nights for three years. I didn't expect those figures who used to play and run on the playground, those familiar faces, have now become illusions. The colorful campus has changed a lot, and it can't help but give birth to endless regrets.
In my sight, compared with junior high school life, senior high school life is like a mysterious picture scroll, which makes people unable to guess and see clearly. We can only go on step by step, make clear the direction and purpose, and constantly reflect on the road we have traveled.
Since I chose high school, I will never look back and stand together through thick and thin. High school is the ladder for me to enter the university and the threshold for us to enter the society, but the road ahead may be full of thorns. As long as we have the spirit of the wind, we can overcome these thorns and difficulties.
My high school life has just begun. I don't know how it will develop, but the direction and initiative of development are in our hands.
The actual high school life is much more difficult than I thought. I always unconsciously move the mentality of junior high school to senior high school. Obviously, it has no effect. High school life is different from junior high school life, and high school learning content is also different from junior high school. High school pays more attention to self-study. Students need to preview, review and practice actively. The teacher's role is only to guide, relying entirely on the teacher's learning idea of "winning the world" has become like "the yellow crane will never come to the earth again"
In high school, it seems that many students have lost the initiative of junior high school, for example, few people are rushing to answer questions. Now I feel that time is tight every day and I have a lot of homework. Therefore, we should arrange our time reasonably and finish our studies in a planned way, otherwise, we will be busy until the end, and we will only draw water with a sieve and learn nothing. We can't just bury ourselves in hard work without thinking and summarizing, so we do nothing.
High school life is such a short three years. If we can't plan well and cherish it, all our ideals and longings will be ruthlessly shattered. Just like an empty bag, we will not be able to stand in a society full of competition and challenges in the future. Reading is bitter, but it is like chewing olives. Bitter first, then sweet. As long as we are serious and practical, I believe we will have a bright future! Students, let's meet, three years of high school life, and build a beautiful college dream in a down-to-earth way.
Once upon a time, my playmates and I chased and played naively. Those innocent smiles scattered in the sun revealed infinite fun, and dreams fluttered in my heart from time to time. At that time, we didn't know the taste of sadness. We tasted the pain and hardships, swam leisurely landscapes and saw the bustling world, only then did we realize the sadness of human warmth and cold, and only then did we understand the unforgettable pain.
Wandering in the bustling market, watching the passing cars and the splash under the wheels, emitting dazzling light, will ripple in my heart. The dream in my heart has become a vague memory, and the dream has been shattered by the ruthless reality. Savor every note of life carefully, and when you record the years with a knife, engrave every cluster of gloom and confusion into your heart. Do you still have a dream of flying in the future?
Dreams are poetic, dreams are picturesque, in the dark sky. But like a naive expectation, I made a hasty commitment to the future. Distant memories and young dreams always sting my seemingly numb heart. I struggled in my own woven net, trying to escape, but always looking for a chance to breathe. Looking back on the past, I feel empty and heartless. I look forward to the future and look forward. I am like standing on the top of the mountain, looking for the direction of the future.
Friend, are you still dreaming? Are you awake, too? Wake up! My friend, don't be a dreamer, because no matter how many times you walk through Wan Li in your dream, you will still wake up in bed. In the prime of life, we should have both the words of scholars and the lofty aspirations of our Lord!
In the journey of life, maybe we will be attracted by the fragrant flowers along the way and forget to move forward; Maybe we got lost at the intersection of scenery and forgot our choice. The dust accumulated in life, like the years flying by, always give up and always have hope. When we rush to the distance, we are tired for the future, and the green leaves of life are also thriving. My friend, the horn of progress has sounded and the future is calling. Let's leave a persistent and progressive figure. Ask about the future, see the hope in the eyes of youth, let time travel through the four seasons, forget the bleak in front of you, and forget the voice echoing on the wall when you are frustrated. The future dances in life, just like butterflies dancing among flowers. No matter the charm in the twilight, we are still looking forward to the busy figure in the sunset.
My future is not a dream. As long as you dare to pursue life, as long as you are unwilling to be mediocre, you will see the sunshine of hope. Let's release the energy of youth. Failure and frustration are nothing. The important thing is that our life will not become a broken chapter. Let the passion of life stir in the pursuit, and let life become a chapter to be written soon. A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. We will eventually get there, straighten my muddy sail and build a bridge in the deep sea.
My future is not a dream. We are no longer intoxicated with the peace of the world, no longer longing for the chic of wandering, and even less willing to set off the glory of others. The color of life does not belong to pallor. Let us paint our youth with colorful colors to illuminate the road ahead. The sky of life does not belong to emptiness. Let's use time to weave the wings of the future and soar. The fate of life does not belong to depression. Let's keep our feet on the ground and make one hope after another.
Chapter 3: I forgot what September it was. In the early autumn, we started a new high school life with longing. At that time, every face we saw felt so kind, and everyone's face was filled with a green smile.
Everything novel makes us curious. A few months ago, we were still sad to leave the third grade. At this time, we are already high school students. Are new students and teachers easy to get along with? Are all the meals in the canteen delicious? I started a new journey with all kinds of curiosity. Our campus life is really rich. It was a classroom where sweat and tears met, and it was a summer afternoon when I wanted to take a nap. Your deskmate will buy you popsicles to refresh yourself. The boys and girls in the corridor are laughing and chasing each other. It's the thick smoke of bad students smoking in the toilet, the scolding sound from the teacher's office, the way the teacher bowed his head in fear when asking questions, the crowded scene in the canteen, the noise after the aunt's rounds in the dormitory, and all the scenes they like in high school. This is colorful youth.
Some people say that high school is dark and a battlefield without smoke, but I think high school should not have only one color, but should be colorful. Our various forms converge into the beautiful scenery of high school, the neat pace of military training, the vitality of broadcast gymnastics, the magnificence of red flags fluttering in the wind, gardenias on both sides of the path, the excitement of inviting her to eat snacks in the school cafeteria, the freedom to get wet together in the rain on rainy days, and the classmates brushing questions in the classroom. High school life is really pure and wonderful. Every exam is soul-stirring, afraid of the harsh eyes of teachers and the eyes of classmates, but some people are fearless and look indifferent every day. When I was a freshman, my tender appearance faded and I became a young boy and girl. The study pressure of senior three has also become greater. Every day, I don't feel enough sleep. The teacher looked at me and was too lazy to go to class. We complain that our numb life goes on, and we brush more and more questions. I can't count how many refills we used in a week. In this way, the life of getting up early and getting greedy for the dark every day continues. We look at the hard work of the seniors in senior three and think about what we will be like next year. Their graduation photo is beautiful, but some people are crying. June is coming, and it is another season of parting. In our sophomore year, we imagined in advance what we would be like when we graduated next year.
Recalling the scene when I first stepped into the high school gate, what kind of mood did I expect? At first, I was full of longing, and then I gradually became numb. High school life is quite rich, but we can only repay it with scores. No matter how much you like your high school life, you can't escape the college entrance examination score. The place you remember is the place where you dreamed of setting sail.
Many people don't know how to cherish high school until the end, how kind the teacher's scolding is, and how the classmates' eyes inspire you. We can't wait until we lose it to know how to cherish it. You may delay, but time will not. We must try our best to take every step in front of us. I believe your efforts will be in direct proportion to your scores.
Chapter 4: Memories of 800 words in high school weekly diary are sometimes the most beautiful things.
It's another year when the Dragon Boat Festival is coming, and it's a little bitter to think that except books, exams are reserved for myself.
I stayed in my diary intermittently for a long time and found that the Dragon Boat Festival last year was wonderful.
It was just dusk that day, and the phone kept ringing.
When I saw the screen, there were already several missed calls. After dialing back, I found that my hair was calling me to his house for dinner and a walk. At that time, I was always alone, but I was not used to being with others. However, after repeated persuasion, I was a little embarrassed to refuse.
Lunch is especially delicious, and four dishes and one soup are standard. Perhaps out of consideration for us, his parents didn't have dinner with us, and there were only two of us at the dinner table, which didn't matter much. Casual chat, no boring greetings, no deliberate topics, and now it seems that such a day is simply beautiful.
I took a photo as a souvenir and wrote it in my diary. I'm looking at it now. Maybe I have a hunch that beautiful moments often fade away easily. Now we have all entered a different situation and can only feel a little bit of beauty at that time.
Occasionally, there will be some gossip, for example, a small partner asked a girl who was secretly happy to go out and share it with us afterwards. A few playful little girls will hold the same idea. On this day of holiday, they will stroll privately, have a meal and bask in the sun with their favorite little boys. Warm and pure love, at our age, seems as beautiful and pure as a book, with the purest color and the unique charm of youth.
That's the beauty of a diary. You can stay young and leave memories forever.
So which page is the best moment?
Is it the goal of the upcoming senior high school entrance examination? Is it the excitement and expectation of starting a new environment in high school? Is it everyday to play with your favorite friends? Or the moment when I grew up under the care of my family ... there are too many beautiful and precious things.
Teenagers don't need any hidden and noisy laughter. Going out to play a moderate tacit understanding is too expensive to save money, but it will be the first to pay the bill. If you have money, spend it together. If you don't have money, try to save it in a happy way. Don't care about the image, don't pretend, don't say anything gentle, comfort is our best attitude.
Unfortunately, we are all changing now, and the situation has changed greatly. Busy with school, busy with work, running around, no time to get together and miss each other, but it has already changed. Everyone is trying to change their lives, live a better life and pay. ...
I really don't know if there is any chance to meet again as beautiful as in the notes.
Chapter 5: We can't blindly look at a new thing with 800 words, but always pay attention to its real situation and objectively evaluate a thing.
If everyone judges a thing with their own subjective opinions, then nothing in the world can unify its value. This is why many places have set up relevant institutions to identify the performance and value of new things. The most common is the smart phone we use. Whenever a new smart phone goes on the market, there will be relevant evaluators to evaluate a mobile phone with an objective attitude. It is precisely because of objective evaluation that we have strengthened our desire to buy goods.
However, in daily life, it is difficult for each of us to objectively evaluate others.
I have a classmate, who is a little short and has a little low intelligence, and often becomes the object of ridicule by many classmates. Some students will take this classmate's figure as the topic of discussion, and even evaluate that he is short, with developed limbs and unsound mind. This is clearly discriminating against others. If others are not angry, it is the greatest tolerance for you. If others are angry, you must apologize to others. But where can people who have made malicious comments on it have the psychology of wanting to apologize? Yes, that's right. It's really easy to judge others maliciously, but will you feel happy if others judge you maliciously? Don't judge a person by your own subjective evaluation, please keep an objective attitude to face everything. Objective right is right, wrong is wrong, don't take your own subjective opinions to consider.
Some people always think they are smart, but when it comes to exams, they can't get results. Although you are boasting, it is also possible that you were careless during the exam, but if you let others evaluate you, are you really smart? If I were to evaluate Liu Tongxue Jr. in our class, I think he is a student with slightly higher IQ, but not high quality. This is an objective evaluation, which everyone can see and everyone thinks is correct. But it would be wrong for me to say that he is an extremely clever and average classmate. That's because his intelligence is too poor.
Objective evaluation is extremely important and can help us understand things correctly.
Our teacher is also a teacher with wide interests. Every time he recommends a book to us, he always evaluates a book objectively, so that we can get good or bad data from his tone. Although his personal objective evaluation cannot fully represent everyone's objective evaluation of this book, his objective evaluation is indeed true. It is because of his objective evaluation that we have the criteria for choosing books.
Objective evaluation can help us understand things correctly and choose things that suit us, thus reducing time waste and emotional troubles in life.