7 articles of 600-word diary for the second grade of high school

A diary refers to a carrier used to record content. A diary also refers to a notebook for recording things every day or a notebook for what you encounter and do every day. Record. Below is a 600-word diary I compiled for you as a sophomore in high school. I hope you like it!

600-word diary of the second grade of high school 1

The sky was gray, covering up the arrogance of the sun in the past. On the earth, autumn has arrived, and the weather is getting colder, casting a cold spell on the earth.

The half-term exam is over, and I don’t feel very good. I feel a little lost, my face is a little pale, my head is a little dazed, and I look even more solemn in this somber environment.

So I walked alone in the garden. A gust of wind secretly blew up from my side, bringing Mao Zedong's poem: "The autumn wind is strong once a year." The autumn wind hit my heart strongly and froze my whole body. I raised my feet with difficulty and continued to move forward in the wind. The wind howled, blowing off the leaves on the tree with a whooshing sound, making it seem as if the leaves were about to achieve the feat of "turning into spring mud to protect the flowers". Looking at the fallen yellow leaves, some people said: "How beautiful, just like a few golden butterflies." But in my opinion, they are just a few weak "pieces of paper". To say that it looks like Butterfly, dare I ask if it can fly in the sky?

I stepped forward, wanting to raise my hands to catch the "pieces of paper" that were about to be buried and make specimens. I wonder if God wants to play a trick on me? Just when I was about to reach out, a strong wind blew up, and it blew away a few weak "pieces of paper". Soon the "pieces of paper" fell not far in front; however, the wind blew again. A few blades were sent to the sky again, and just like that, the wind sent the blades to the sky again and again! "What, those leaves fluttering in the sky are really golden butterflies?" My heart was strongly shocked. Leaves cannot fly, but they can really soar in the sky in the strong wind; but in Not all leaves in the strong wind can fly in the sky. Only the tough and strong leaves can truly turn into beautiful butterflies. It is not a pity if the leaves fall off, they can be turned into nutrients to nourish the mother tree; what's more, it has dreams and a strong and tenacious heart, waiting for the strong autumn wind to send it to fly freely in the sky.

It turns out that the strong wind is this half-term exam, which shocked my heart, and those leaves are those of us who seem to have failed! But I don't want to be a "weak" piece of paper, I want to be that strong leaf. As long as you have a dream and a tenacious and strong heart, you will still turn into a golden and beautiful butterfly in the strong and chilling autumn wind, flying higher and farther... 600-word diary of the second grade of high school 2

All the things in life are like a coin that bounces gently. It will not rotate forever. There will always be a moment when it will lie down quietly, and everything will end at that moment. Things will change and people will change.

I leaned gently on the windowsill. It was sunset, the rain had just fallen, and there was no sun, so there was no mysterious and beautiful lavender sunset. The sky was covered with gray and black clouds, which was very heavy. Suddenly I remembered this couplet:

"Looking quietly at the clouds in the sky, sighing silently at the ebb and flow of life."

"The ebb and flow of life? No! My life There’s no ebb and flow, isn’t it?” I asked the nerd.

"No!" The idiot mercilessly denied me, "Your life itself is a very good script, with weirdness that no one else can experience in their lifetime."

I fell silent. . Two completely different people actually said two similar things. I remember my Chinese teacher once said that there is an interval in life. Philosophically speaking, the movement of all things is regular.

Year after year, spring, summer, autumn and winter continue to alternate; month after month, from waning to full moon; day after day, from sunrise to sunset... However, every spring, summer, autumn and winter is different, and the moon every night is different. They all have beautiful arcs that are different from the previous night. The sun rises every day at a different height than yesterday, and the sunset time is also different... The same goes for people. Even if we live between three o'clock and one line every day, we There are endless questions and endless tests, but every day is a new day, and something unexpected will always happen to enrich our lives, so we will not feel that living is meaningless.

But what does it look like to be meaningful?

I saw a patch of new green sprouting on the treetops outside the window, full of beautiful and eye-catching colors, full of the vibrant atmosphere of spring. For this tree, perhaps budding in spring is the meaning of its life.

What about people?

The idiot said: "Do ordinary things extraordinary. This is the meaning of life."

"Do ordinary things extraordinary." I thought silently in my heart Read it again.

There is a faint smell of perfumed lily in the air. The fragrance of the peaceful lily is deeply imprinted in my heart. The unforgettable fragrance has become the alternation of cold and hot seasons in winter and spring. The most beautiful logo in the world. It's the same as the tree in front of the window. 600-word diary of the second grade of high school, Chapter 3

I saw Pushkin’s great poem "If Life Deceived You" in the newspaper again. In the hazy days, I chanted it repeatedly. It inspired me and cheered me up. The courage to break through the darkness. That famous saying: If life deceives you/Don’t be sad/Don’t be impatient/Gloomy days require calmness/Believe/The happy days are coming. Forever and forever impresses me.

Everyone’s life is full of bitterness and sweetness, and laughter and tears. When it is sweet, people don't realize it and take it for granted; but when it is bitter, people cry and complain. You see, in the face of torture, some people become depressed, pessimistic, and disheartened. As a result, they will never taste the sweetness of life. And those who bravely push forward despite difficulties, have gone through the twists and turns of life, and tasted the joy of having a band in the midst of suffering! So if life deceives you and plays tricks on you, don’t give up and read Pushkin’s poems! It will give you strength, help you get rid of pain, and give you hope.

Our Chinese nation has a history of five thousand years. During the five thousand years of history, there have been many outstanding descendants. They endured the tricks of fate, some suffered humiliation, and some suffered Despite the suffering, they never gave up their pursuit. The national hero Yu Qian is such a person. When the Wasi army invaded the Ming Empire and approached the capital city of the Five Dynasties of the Ming Dynasty, he rose up in anger, led his troops to fight hard, and defeated the Wasi army with extraordinary courage, making great achievements. However, upon his triumphant return, he was assassinated by a traitor. That foolish king listened to the slander, causing Yu Qian to suffer unjust injustice. This was very painful for him, and he couldn't sleep well for several nights. He thought over and over, what should he do? Finally, he figured it out, and he wrote the famous "Song of Lime" that will be passed down through the ages to express his aspirations. "Thousands of hammers are struck out of the mountains, and the fire burns easily. Don't be afraid of being shattered into pieces. You must leave your innocence in the world!" This sonorous and powerful seven-party quatrain has inspired many people with lofty ideals. Today we should carry forward it even more The spirit of our predecessors. When encountering setbacks, read this famous quote by Pushkin to encourage the courage to overcome setbacks and move forward towards a new life. I believe: The real life will belong to the warriors who fight for tomorrow. 600-word diary of the second grade in high school, Chapter 4

I always thought that the love of the elders was nothing more than firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea, but little did I know that their love was actually so romantic.

"When I first met your mother, I immediately recognized that she was the most beautiful woman in the world. Only she could make my heart flutter, and only she could give birth to you two sisters. "After my hard pleading, my father finally smiled slightly and started talking.

Dad said it was a sunny summer day. He was riding his bicycle and passed by the river bank. Mom was standing in the pavilion on the river bank. She happened to look back and saw her father, and their eyes collided. Together, we stared for a long time, forgetting everything, so much so that my father’s bicycle hit the big banyan tree on the roadside. Dad held up the bicycle, touched the back of his head and looked at his mother with a silly smile, while his mother covered her mouth and looked at dad with that charming smile. At that moment, time stopped, the scenery was blurred, and there was only the person in front of him in his eyes and heart. In that short moment, my father knew that the person he had been waiting for for many years was in front of him.

"It feels like even though you have thousands of degrees of myopia, you can still see her clearly when you take off your glasses. You know what I mean. "?" Dad used his hands as glasses, as if taking them off.

"Well... although I am not short-sighted, I probably understand what dad means. Dad, you said that when you got up from the ground, held the car and looked at mom, mom also looked at you with a smile, isn't this right? Does that mean mom and dad have the same feeling?"

"No way!" Dad said with a somewhat self-deprecating smile. "Later, your mother told me that she would look back at me because she saw me riding my bicycle and almost hit the big banyan tree, and thought I was cute and stupid, haha..."

"Dad, So it’s all your own fault?”

“Well, it’s my own fault. But if I hadn’t acted on my own fault at that time, how could there be you, your sister, and me in this world? What a baby girl!"

The love between parents was so romantic in the beginning. Even now, sometimes the little quarrels, sometimes the understanding, sometimes the care, and sometimes the consideration can always give people a feeling of love. Sweet feeling. In fact, their love is not as good at expressing it with words as young people. They are more of acquiescence in the soul and care in action.

To this day, my parents still stroll along the familiar river bank every summer, composing their own love poems. 600-word diary of the second grade of high school Chapter 5

I have encountered many, many things that care for each other. The thing that impressed me the most was that one day, when I arrived at the door of my house, I found that I had forgotten my luggage. Keys, neighbor helped me.

This afternoon, I was walking on the path home, and the sun was about to go down. When I arrived at the door of my house, I suddenly realized that I didn’t have my key. I looked through my schoolbag several times but couldn't find it. I thought again, today, my mother is on a business trip and my father works overtime.

Just when I was anxious, an aunt I had never met came up to me and said: "Kid, did you not bring your key? Do you want me to lend you my mobile phone to call your parents?" Phone number?" She looked at me and said, "I'm your new neighbor. Maybe you don't know, but I just moved here last week." That seemed to be the case, so I used it first. I called my dad on my cell phone and told him, and then I arrived at the neighbor's house.

As soon as I entered her house, she brought me slippers and said to me: "You go to the living room to do your homework. When you are done, you can watch TV for a while." I told my neighbor that my father wanted When she came home very late, she said without thinking: "It doesn't matter, just have dinner at my house, I'm the only one at home."

After dinner, she told me something and experience.

"Ding dong, ding dong..." interrupted the conversation between my aunt and I. My aunt said, "Your dad must have come back to pick you up. Get ready." After my dad thanked my aunt at the door, he took me home.

After this incident, my neighbor and I became good friends. Sometimes, I ask her for advice on homework that I don’t know how to do. I feel that love is the warmest word in the world. How wonderful it is to live in a warm and caring atmosphere. 600-word diary of the second grade of high school Part 6

There is an idiom that I have learned a long time ago.

I believe that many people often use this word in daily life, either to evaluate others or to depreciate themselves.

I am not unfamiliar with this word, because among the compositions I read in elementary school, there is an article "Remember a Regret", which talks about the fact that there is no regret medicine in the world, which was a very appropriate explanation at the time. The word "self-inflicted".

In normal life, you will more or less experience something that makes you regret, whether it is minor or serious, it will leave traces on your heart. As time goes by, it may be forgotten, or it may have been forgotten. Deeply rooted in my heart, it has become the driving force for growth.

Just the other week, I did something that made me realize this word in a particularly profound way.

My cleverness caused an indicator that was already in compliance with the standards to slowly evolve into unqualified due to my inaction. The decision that had been made at the moment was suspended because of this incident, and the next opportunity was still waiting unknown.

While waiting for the results, I was panicking. I vaguely knew that I was really at fault, but I kept my luck until the test results came out.

At that moment, my heart was really clogged and I couldn’t breathe. Sitting on the chair in the corridor where people came and went, I kept restraining myself from crying, but I didn’t know. Crying out, those water droplets pressed against my heart hurt so much. The water accumulated in my eyes so quickly that I was caught off guard, but I didn’t want others to see me cry. The word “you deserve it” lingered in my heart. , "Suffering" has to be borne by oneself. Before the tears slipped out of my eyes, I used my index finger to catch them. The full teardrops stopped on my fingers. I wiped them gently, and I seemed to be able to feel their saltiness. Still bitter.

From beginning to end, I didn’t let tears fall down my face. Maybe my eyes were slightly red, but I didn’t let tears appear on my face.

My heart was so blocked, but in those painful tears, I deeply felt the word "self-inflicted". I didn't want to sink in my tears, and I didn't want to let myself be in vain in this word. Feeling, I want to remember this feeling, and then insist on being a better version of myself, let myself grow in this "feeling", and never make the same mistakes again.

Come on! Life does not believe in tears, what is needed is positive changes full of positive energy. 600-word diary of the second grade of high school Chapter 7

We have been separated for more than ten days, but your images always appear in front of my eyes. It's been three years. It's a joke to say that I don't miss you. Who wouldn't miss the person they've been with for three years, and who wouldn't have any impression of the group they've lived with for three years? No, I don't think so. Remember? Ding. Almost every Sunday, you come to my house and watch Naruto with me. At that time, we were all Naruto fans, and we still are. I remember when I asked you why you like Naruto, your answer made me think about it. You said: "Is this question because Naruto taught me what affection is?" , I am deeply touched by how to cherish affection!" Haha, you are always so funny when you talk. Yes, Naruto also taught me this, taught me to feel this true love, this true love between classmates and friends.

I feel it seriously, I feel it, I really feel it, the care, help, words, and even jokes from my classmates. They made me feel warmth, a feeling different from family affection, a bohemian and free feeling. I still remember the time when Hui said he knew me best, how pleased he was, chattering about what kind of person I was. Although he wanted to defend himself, he looked a little childish. Face, this idea was wiped out, haha.

I still remember how concerned my classmates were when I said I liked playing MapleStory, fearing that I would become more childish. When you talk about me, I always smile and say I'm not afraid, but you leave with a worried look on your face. That scene is really a bit of American humor. You say I always giggle, I laugh because I know how to repay your true love for me, that is to make you happy. Only laughter can resolve dark clouds and thick fog, and only laughter can bring sunshine to people, so I laugh.

Okay, I will keep your true love for me. This is the result of everyone’s hard work. I will not abandon it. I sincerely wish you a safe journey!?