250-word weekend diary 1
"Sweet potato" must have been tasted by everyone! Sweet potato is a delicious food for children in our countryside. Especially the sweet potato planted by my grandmother is the best in my heart. Even if the gods see it, the saliva will "shed three thousands of feet"! It's time to dig sweet potatoes again. What about me? Just in time. I went to dig with my grandmother and felt the fun of digging sweet potatoes.
When she came to the field, grandma first cut off the sweet potato branches and leaves on the ground with a knife. Grandma said it was more convenient to dig. With skillful skills, grandma quickly cut off a large piece and cut it neatly, as if to shave them flat. Then grandma began to dig with a hoe. When this hoe goes down and is uprooted, a pile of fat and big sweet potatoes will "see the light of day". Grandma said the weather was fine this year, so all the grains were full. Then there are a few strings of plump sweet potatoes that "see the light again". Now it's my turn to work. My task is to help them "unload" their "baggage" and remove the dirt from their bodies.
With the passage of time, the sweet potatoes in the basket increased several times, and in a short time, two baskets were filled. Because she couldn't let it go, grandma decided to carry it home first. At this point, I was sweating profusely. It happened that the sun came out at this time, burning in every corner. This is undoubtedly worse. No-it should be adding fuel to the fire.
Enough rest. Grandma and I are carrying both ends of the pole. Grandma walks as fast as a fly. What about me? It is difficult to walk. It seems that I have to strengthen my exercise in the future.
After my efforts, I finally carried it home. I can't wait to weigh the biggest sweet potato, which weighs six pounds. "Wow," I couldn't help shouting. This is the first time I have seen such a big sweet potato, but grandma is not surprised because she has seen so many.
In the evening, grandma brought me two baked sweet potatoes, and I took a bite. "Wow" is pink and sweet. I told you that grandma grows different sweet potatoes. Instead of sitting there drooling, let's have a taste.
Weekend diary 250 words daquan 2
On April 3rd, it was breezy and sunny. My father and I went to the fish pond near the railway to catch pork liver, thin thread and bamboo shrimp. You will definitely ask, what is shrimp fishing? How to catch shrimp? Don't worry, just hear me out.
Shrimp fishing, as the name implies, is of course the same as lobster fishing. When you come to the fish pond, the water waves are surging, and the water celery stands on the water surface, making the water surface look more lovely. First, we tied a piece of pig liver to a bamboo pole, tied it to the thread head and threw it into the water. In this way, we put the first pole, and we put four poles in other places.
Before the lobster took the bait, we took a real cement boat and entered the cabin. I grabbed the boat desperately and reached the middle of the pond. The edge of the ship is close to the water. Plus, dad swayed left and right, and I shouted hard. Dad seems not enough. He grabbed my shoulder and told me to stand up and open my eyes. This time, I shouted even louder and my legs shook. Fortunately, I got off the boat at this time.
After landing, I was relieved, cleared my throat and said to my father, "What are you still doing?" ? Collect poles! "We split up, the two of us together. Alas, we didn't catch lobster. However, this is only a small difficulty. Gan Maobin, do you still want to hit me? I summed up the lesson of failure: we were half-hearted like kittens fishing, so the second time we calmed down and waited, and the birds turned a deaf ear; The frog jumped over and missed it. Five minutes passed, ten minutes passed, and a quarter of an hour passed. Everything pays off. Suddenly, I felt the bamboo pole shaking. I saw a big red lobster biting pig liver when I closed the pole. Surprised and delighted, I shook the bamboo pole hard. Father kept shouting, "Stop shaking, or the lobster will run away." I took the lobster down and said to my father, "Don't worry. Lobsters don't run away. I remember the last time, my mother and I bought lobster. In the process of picking, a lobster grabbed my hand. No matter how I shook it, it just grabbed it. I asked my mother why, and my mother told me that once the lobster robbed the food, I was afraid that others would rob it, but I wouldn't let it go, so it was a glutton. "
At this time, the more we fish, the happier we are. In the afternoon, we caught nearly half a bucket of lobster, and looked at my father's beaming appearance, as if he were happier than me. We walked home in the afterglow of the sunset, carrying buckets and humming country tunes.
Weekend diary 250 words daquan 3
On the weekend, my mother and I watched the news that Shanghai began to implement the compulsory garbage sorting system in July 1, and fines were imposed for throwing the wrong garbage.
After reading the news introduction, I think it is difficult to divide the garbage. Just throw it separately! My mother smiled and said to me, "What you think is too simple. Garbage classification is also a lot of knowledge!" " Zhengzhou will also implement garbage sorting at the end of this year. Why don't we try it at home first? "I don't even want to say," OK, no problem! "
At the beginning, I collected four trash cans at home and labeled them as dry garbage, wet garbage, harmful waste and recyclable garbage according to the Shanghai garbage classification standard. After finishing, grandma took out some freshly cooked corn cob from the kitchen. After washing my hands, I wiped my hands with a wet towel and threw the wet towel into the wet trash can with a whoosh. Before I picked up the corn, I heard my mother say, "Wrong!" " I looked at the trash can in disbelief. How could it be wrong? Wet wipes are dripping, isn't it wet garbage? Mom took the phone and said, "Look, wet wipes are dry garbage!" " "Well, it seems that the distinction between dry and wet garbage is not that simple. I have to learn quickly! "
While looking for information, I chewed corn and saw my mother throw the chewed corn cob directly into the dry trash can. Haha, I got you. "Mom, it's not right. Corn cob is wet garbage. I just saw it. " Mom looks unbelievable, too.
At this time, my father threw a box of expired medicine into the harmful trash can and said, "am I right?" Expired drugs are harmful waste! " I smiled and said, "It's still not right. The expired medicine is harmful waste, but the box is recyclable and should be opened separately. " . Dad suddenly realized and said, "This is really!" "
At the end of the day, we learned a lot about garbage classification. Garbage classification seems simple, and it is still very difficult to classify it strictly according to the standard, but nothing is difficult in the world, and nothing is impossible to a willing heart. In order to make our environment better, let's study quickly!
Weekend diary 250 words daquan 4
Hope and hope, the weekend has finally come.
I can go back to my hometown and play with "Prince Humor" Zhang Tai. When I got to my hometown, I saw my grandparents and several neighbors drying wheat in the open space. They were also frying wheat with various farm tools. As soon as they saw us coming, they came to meet us with smiles on their faces. "Ah, my baby is back!" Grandpa said, "By the way, there is something new that you two should come and see." Zhang Tai and I said in unison, "Good."
Grandpa and Zhang Tai and I came to a clearing by tricycle. A loud machine sound came from behind us, and the sound of "om-boom" startled us. On closer inspection, it turned out to be a harvester. I was disappointed: "What's so beautiful about a harvester?" But grandpa and Zhang Tai don't agree with me. Grandpa said: "In fact, wheat is hard to come by. Do you think wheat is easy to cut? " "Let's have a wheat-cutting competition! The first place will have a generous prize. " Zhang Tai said this sentence to seduce me. My interest was suddenly aroused. "Really?" I asked. "That's a must." Zhang Tai replied.
At first, I picked up the sickle and cut it quickly. I can't wait to drive that harvester, but driving it is against the rules. I can't drive it if I want to. Zhang Tai is not lazy either. He did it very hard. Grandpa is the fastest, flying like a rocket. At four o'clock in the afternoon, the wheat was finally cut, which made me out of breath. I realized the hardship of the farmer's uncle. By the way, didn't we agree on the wheat cutting contest before? Grandpa was the first to cut two bags of wheat; I was the second. I cut two bundles of wheat. Zhang Tai was the third one and cut a bundle. Although; I'm sweating, but my heart is full of joy.
Through today's "wheat-cutting contest", I deeply realized the hardship of the farmer's uncle, and I will never waste food again. As Li Shen said, "Who knows that every meal is hard?" .
Weekend diary 250 words daquan 5
Friday afternoon is the time for our resident students to go home. My mother buys me delicious food every time she picks me up. This time, my mother bought me a Beijing roast duck. In front of the booth, I looked at the oily brown duck and smelled the delicious food. My mouth is watering and I can't wait to take a bite. When the duck seller was cutting the duck, I found a question: Does this duck have four legs? I was curious and couldn't help asking, "Why does this duck have four legs?" The duck seller smiled and said, "Have you ever seen a duck with four legs?" With that, he picked up another duck and showed it to me. "Tell me, where are the four legs?" I think there are two above and two below, aren't there four? The duck seller smiled and said, "Those two wings are duck wings." After listening to it, I felt embarrassed and ridiculous.
Beijing roast duck is packed in two boxes and two bags. One is duck meat, and the other is duck bones. One bag is shredded onion, and the other bag is pancake. That box of duck bones can be made into duck soup with some coriander, which is very delicious.
I stayed at my uncle's house on weekends, so I took the roast duck to my uncle's house. My cousin hasn't eaten Beijing roast duck yet. When he came up, he used chopsticks to clip duck meat. I quickly stopped him. I showed him first. When eating, take a pancake first, then put some shredded duck with chopsticks, and then roll up the pancake and put it in your mouth.
My cousin learned to eat roast duck, but it was a big deal. I saw him holding a cake in one hand and chopsticks in the other, eating one by one, saying delicious, delicious while eating. What a gobble! I watched the duck meat getting less and less, so I ate it in a hurry. My brother and I started a "food war".
After a fierce struggle, the two of us finally finished eating duck and shredded onion. We started to roll shredded potatoes and eat lettuce. There was no sweet noodle sauce, so I changed to ketchup. It was really a mess. Finally, our stomachs will burst.
I think this is the best meal I have ever had. I will record it and keep it in my memory.
Weekend diary 250 words daquan 6
This weekend, Mr. Wang gave us an assignment, which was to practice nailing buttons on a piece of cloth. On Saturday afternoon, my mother taught me to sew buttons first, and then we held a special sewing contest.
Before the competition, we prepared some materials, including: two small square towels, several different buttons, scissors and watercolor pens. Mom announced the rules of the competition: "whoever can nail three buttons on the small square towel and make creative patterns within the specified time will win!" " "We also invited Dad to be the referee.
The game is on! I thought for a while. What can three buttons spell? By the way, just spell a cute kitten! I didn't hesitate to start work-first, I nailed the first black button from the upper left corner of the small square towel. I carefully put the needle and thread through the back of the small square towel, fixed the thread on the small square towel, then passed through one of the holes of the button, fixed the button, and successfully wound the thread around the other holes. After three or four trips back and forth, I took a closer look and found that there were still two holes that had not been threaded, so I quickly went from the front to the back to make up. Then, I nailed a black button of the same size in the upper right corner of the small square towel, and the kitten's black eyes appeared in front of my eyes. Finally, I nailed the third small button under the two big buttons, which is the kitten's mouth. This time, my movements are much more skilled. After nailing, I sketched the kitten's head on the small square towel with a watercolor pen. Haha, you are finished!
I couldn't wait to look up at my mother's work, and I was shocked at once! I saw my mother draw a little princess with a crown on a small square towel. The three rubies in the crown sparkled. How beautiful!
At the end of the game, my father came over and said happily, "both players can finish their works within the specified time." Jia's' kitten' is very cute, and her mother's' little princess' is lifelike. Well, everything is fine. You are neck and neck! " My mother and I competed to sew buttons, but I didn't expect who would win or lose. How interesting!
Weekend diary 250 words daquan 7
On weekends, I feel relaxed. Without the urging of the bell, I no longer worry about oversleeping; No teaching tasks, no longer nervous in class; Without all kinds of inspections, I no longer worry about things at work. On weekends, without the noise of students, I seem to have come to the post station of my own mind.
I am surprised that life can be divided into such a detailed way: twelve months a year, four weeks in January, seven days a week, except weekends, and divided into several classes in units of forty-five minutes every day. Teachers should fill in the appropriate content in each class, just like students fill in the blanks. Conscientious and responsible teachers, teachers who are not affected by the strange phenomenon of "big education, small teachers", and teachers who take the revitalization of education and the rejuvenation of the nation as their own responsibility, always think about the classroom and worry about the students: they will be excited because they are eager to attend classes before class, and they will also be nervous because of worry; They will feel gloomy in class because of formality, and be elated because of innovation; After class, they will be ashamed of their teaching mistakes and happy for their teaching success. They are always gratified by students' good conduct and worried about students' bad behavior. Such a teacher, a week is like a triumphant March.
Just like I long for a quiet dawn after a night of storm, just like I long for a rest and camping after a quick March. Weekend is the base that my heart yearns for.
On weekends, turn off your cell phone, bravely leave the computer, and keep the noise of fame and fortune out of your heart. Walk into the study, light a column of incense, sip several cups of fragrant tea, and taste the seclusion of Lan Yun Fog Valley in the music of high mountains and flowing water; Go to the bookshelf, pick up a book, read it attentively, and appreciate the joys and sorrows of the world in the dialogue with the author. Or, go into the garden, weed, water, fertilize, cultivate the soil, repair the fence, transplant some flowers and trees ... Call it a day, go into the kitchen, make a noodle seriously, and feed the two golden roosters who have been watching me work in the cage.
After a long lunch break, I felt refreshed and went for a walk. Night photos, look at the ships and long white sails of the new Huaihe River. In the long forest of the new dam of Huaihe River, listen to the happy evening songs of returning birds. It's getting late, and the sheep in the field come home late, so let the gentle moon accompany them and stroll back gently. At this time, my wife may have cooked dinner. Listen, a pair of children are barking one after another.
Weekend, what a golden treat!
Weekend Diary 250 words Daquan 8
One sunny morning, my parents and I drove to the fish pond to fish.
Wow! In front of us is an endless fish pond. Under the breeze, the lake is sparkling like a huge silver mirror.
We came to a big pond and saw groups of fish swimming freely in the water. I can't wait to take out the fishing rod, put on the bait and throw the fishing line. Ten minutes later, before the fish was hooked, I was so angry that I threw the fishing rod aside.
Huh? Why is there a group of fish basking by a small pond? Every fish is only as long as chopsticks, small and lovely, but motionless. Suddenly, a red bucket caught my eye. If so, why not catch fish in buckets? I suddenly woke up. I walked softly to the fish with a bucket in my hand, and I was about to bend over. Fish screamed and ran away, thinking they had eyes on their backs. After a while, another fish swam to the shore to bask in the sun. This time, I walked carefully to the fish, bent down and jumped on it quickly. Because I was in a hurry, the bucket didn't cover the fish properly, but it scared the fish away. The "meat" that just reached my mouth flew again, and I sat on the ground like a deflated ball.
Mother saw it and said earnestly, "failure is the mother of success." Try again and you will succeed. " After listening to my mother's words, I picked up the bucket again, found two fish intoxicated in the sun, aimed at them and drowned them in lightning speed. With a crash, the fish were alive and kicking in the bucket. "Caught! Caught it! " I am ecstatic.
On the lake, an old man came to us in a boat. A group of snappers jumped out of the water and drew a beautiful arc. I was shocked! The old man pointed to the small pond and said, "There are grass seedlings here. They are too young to fish. " I listened and secretly put the caught fish in the bag. Mother said, "Let them go. Fried food is not delicious. They are still young. " I looked at the fish reluctantly, slowly put them back into the water and watched them swim into the pond.
In the blue sky, several snow-white birds passed by and soon disappeared at the end of the day. Although I didn't catch any fish, I was happy because I followed the rules.
Weekend Diary 250 words Daquan 9
Wan Li has clear skies, warm sunshine and just the right breeze. My mother and I went to Yinchuan. In the evening, we went to the night market and arrived at the gate of the night market.
First of all, what caught my eye was the dark crowd. Looking up, there are many lanterns. Oh! I see, because this is a beautiful scene left by the Spring Festival. My mother and I shuttled through the crowd, and all kinds of shouts came from time to time. What surprises me most is that the food is kebabs. I put my mouth to my mother's ear and whispered, can I have some? My mother glared at me and said, look at you, a greedy cat, and reluctantly agreed. So, I chose my favorite food without harm. With the sizzling sound, it was finally baked in a few minutes. At my request, the barbecue chef sprinkled barbecue materials according to my taste and ate them with relish. Thinking while eating, it's so nice of mom! At this time, my tongue felt a little numb. I also swept the string.
When I was still immersed in the excitement brought by spicy taste, my eyes suddenly lit up. Wow! Sugar-Coated Berry, I immediately thought of a sentence in "Can haunt", "An interesting trip should not be ordinary. At this time, I looked at my mother with begging eyes and said in Xiong Er's tone, it's a pity that I can't eat Sugar-Coated Berry! Under my pleading, my mother finally agreed, but with a sentence: one is repetition, the other is repetition. As soon as my mother's words came out, I nodded and answered. So I walked to the booth in Sugar-Coated Berry in three steps and two steps. I looked left and right, and finally decided to take Hawthorn Sugar-Coated Berry. I can't wait to lick the candied haws when I get them. The mouth is sweet, but the heart is enjoyable.
My mother was afraid of what I wanted and quickly forced me to leave the bustling night market. People are there, and their hearts are in Korea. While walking, I fantasized about the temptation in the food street. Hey! I don't want to, I don't want to, and I promised my mother not to eat other snacks. Thinking of this, I suddenly realized that people should not be too greedy, be honest, keep promises, and be content.
A 250-word weekend diary 10
The summer vacation has passed and ushered in a different school season. This school season shows that I am a middle school student! How time flies! A few weeks have passed in an instant. Today is Friday, really? Going on vacation? That's right. Although a few weeks have passed, for various reasons, there is not much homework, and I have not felt the intense life in middle school. This time, I felt the real weekend, but my heart was full of sadness and tears!
Friday-Expectation
Yeah! It's finally the weekend! My heart is full of joy, like eating honey! But look at the homework, forget it! Sad! Nothing, take two days off! I finally feel the rhythm of middle school.
The school bell sounds better than any other sound. I rushed out of the door and stood in a row, as if I could take the exam on Saturday before others and have a rest. Now that I think about it, it's too simple. Although the weekend is good, but-alas! Let's talk about it later!
Happy Saturday
Beautiful Saturday is coming! This is my favorite day. After being tied for five days, he started fighting like a runaway wild horse. Just be carefree! When you are free, go out for a walk, smell the flowers, see the pedestrians and touch the branches, which makes you feel relaxed and happy. Go home, open those interesting extracurricular books, read those beautiful or bold poems, recite those graceful and graceful words, watch those equally beautiful songs and taste the novels of Ming and Qing Dynasties. I feel great, like a living fairy. Leisure, romance and chic.
Sunday nightmare
The "but" just mentioned is followed by homework! Yes, it's homework! Saturday's carefree, in exchange for Sunday's flustered! I wish I were as handsome as Su Shi, but Su Shi has a steady Su Zhe as his strongest assistant. There is no younger brother Su Like Zhe, so I have to pay for it myself!
Faced with a mountain of homework, I feel that I can't finish it in my life. Don't look, spoil everyone's fun, or do your homework carefully! Usually a healthy person feels uncomfortable when doing homework, sometimes his hands hurt, sometimes his feet hurt, and sometimes he has a headache. Come to think of it carefully, these homework are all for our own good, and my blood is boiling on the spot. I am a hunter, with a gun in my hand, running as fast as a bullet, facing the "wolves in the operation group", fighting with them, facing the "wolf mouth", let's go! Finally, these "wolves" were eliminated, and I was exhausted.
This weekend, it is chic and awkward, but it is leisurely and tight. I really don't know what to say!
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