A complete collection of weekly diaries with 400 words

A complete collection of weekly diaries with 400 words (1)

Today, my mother has a cold and a fever. She needs to go out to get some medicine. Unfortunately, my father is also on a business trip. , I want to be a little chef, where is my sister? That's my deputy.

My mother came back soon. Seeing her uncomfortable look, she didn't forget to buy us delicious food. I quickly took the things from my mother's hands and went to pour her a cup of hot tea.

Next, I started to prepare porridge. I first took half a bowl of rice, and then started washing the rice. Washing rice is easier said than done! While controlling the water, those disobedient millet grains escaped from my fingers. What a pity. This is what the farmer uncle earned through hard work. After scouring and scouring, I finally got the rice. Put the rice into the rice cooker, put four bowls of water into the pot, plug in the power, and start cooking porridge. I gave the task of looking after the rice cooker to my sister, because she had to turn on the power switch after the water boiled. Go up, wait a few minutes, and then knock down. This will not only make delicious porridge, but also save electricity!

While the porridge is cooking, start cooking. It’s time to stir-fry. Dry the pot first, then pour in an appropriate amount of oil. What we are going to fry today is the soybean sprouts. When the oil is hot, start adding the soybean sprouts. Add an appropriate amount of salt, thirteen spices and a little soy sauce, I stir-fry and stir-fry, my arms are sore, but the soybean sprouts are still fried, and my mother said that the stir-fry is not evenly distributed, ha! Finally, it was plated, and a plate of fragrant soybean sprouts was served!

Today I tried to make such a "super simple" meal and it showed how hard the chef worked. When I think about my mother cooking, she never once cried out that she was tired, but now that I have only cooked once, I feel tired. , I feel my mother’s love in that delicious meal. I will help my mother more in the future.

400 words of weekly diary (2)

At noon, brother Yangyang came to our house for dinner. After dinner, brother Yangyang and I watched TV for a while. Mom said: "Don't watch anymore. Come on, let’s play games! Watching TV for too long is bad for your eyes.”

What are you doing? I thought for a moment and said: Let’s open a store! One person is the boss and the other is the customer. My mother and I have played this game before. It is very interesting. Brother Yangyang agreed.

I brought all my toys, a water cup, a small alarm clock, a pen holder, etc., and also took out the money from the piggy bank. For the first time, Brother Yangyang thought boss. I was a customer. I first bought a water glass and asked Brother Yangyang how much it cost. Brother Yangyang didn’t respond and actually said: “No money, I’ll give it to you.” My mother and I laughed, and Brother Yangyang was embarrassed again. Said: "That one yuan!" Ha! So cheap! Buy it now!

After playing for a while, I was the boss and Brother Yangyang was the customer. Brother Yangyang looked at it for a long time before deciding to buy a small alarm clock. He asked me how much it cost. I said unceremoniously: 80 yuan. Brother Yangyang was so frightened that he shook his head. My mother also said that the price I set was too expensive. Please make it cheaper. I said: My little alarm clock is imported and has many functions. Brother Yangyang had no choice but to give me 80 yuan, haha! Brother Yangyang doesn’t know that I want to make all the money he has.

Unknowingly, we all played to a point, and my mother said: "It's time to go to bed." Brother Yangyang and I had to put everything back to their original places, hoping that Brother Yangyang would come to our house to play next time. Let's have a good time. Although this time is very short, we are all very happy.

weekly diary 400 words (3)

Today, my mother said that you have grown up and you should do some adult things. There is no fruit at home. Go buy some fruit. My mother paid for me and told me, "Be careful on the road while riding your bicycle." "I nodded and said; Got it."

I came to the supermarket excitedly. There were so many people in the supermarket! There was a sea of ??people, and at a glance, I saw all kinds of laundry supplies neatly arranged. When I walked inside, there were all kinds of delicious food. I walked over quickly and saw a lot of my favorite fish at a glance. My mouth watered, but when I thought about it, I still wanted to buy fruits, ugh. , forget it, buy it next time. I want to go to the fruit section.

There are too many fruits in the fruit section. I don’t know which fruit to buy.

I saw an apple that looked like a child's red smiling face. I took a few, and then I saw a big durian that looked like a fish with thorns. When I picked it up, I accidentally pricked my hand. Forget it. I bought it. I bought another pound of longan, yellow and orange oranges, curved bananas, fluffy kiwis, bright red dragon fruits, round grapes, and watermelons with red skin and flesh. My summer favorite.

I carried the fruit basket to weigh it. When I walked to the cashier, the long queue was like a giant dragon. When it came to me, I paid like an adult. I felt very happy. When I got home, my mother praised me. Give me some credit. I was very happy and felt that I had really grown up.

400 words of weekly diary (4)

Recently, my father thought that my study in the cram school was not bad, so he agreed to buy bread for me.

I excitedly came to the bakery with my father. When we walked into the store, a refreshing smell of bread hit us, making us want to buy all the bread here. I took the tongs and plates and went to the cupboard. The tempting breads made me salivate. Looking at some cupboards that were already empty, I knew how good the business here was. (m.lz13.cn) I walked around the cupboard, looking at the tempting breads but couldn't make up my mind: Which one should I buy? Dad couldn't help but ask me: "Which one are you going to buy? Hurry up and pick it." Then I stopped admiring it. "Okay, wait a minute." I started looking for the bread I wanted, and my father also picked it for me: "What do you think of this."

At this time I saw a bread I had eaten before , this bread looks round and fat, with a piece of ham posted on it, like a small round table, with butter next to it, which reminds people of the Milk River in fairy tales. I opened the window, carefully took out the bread and put it on the plate.

Wandered around for a while. I saw a bread named "Enjoy Tycoon" and I thought: "Why is it called 'Enjoy Tycoon'? Could it be that it tastes good! Yes, it must be!" So it became my meal. .

On the way home, my father told me that he could not even eat a steamed bun when he was a child, but now we are not satisfied no matter what we eat. We are really born in blessings and do not know how to be blessed!