A 300-word collection of junior high school weekly diaries

Life is a journey, and the destination is not our end. The scenery along the way is what we should look for and treasure in this life.

I walked through the morning dew looking for the shadow of summer, but found camphor leaves falling all over the ground, green, red, and the gorgeous colors of summer. Suddenly I remembered that it was already past the Beginning of Autumn.

Autumn? But I still fall asleep to the sound of frogs, and there is still bright and dazzling sunshine in the afternoon, but I still haven’t found the shadow of summer yet.

Like gorgeous summer leaves, covered with summer sunshine, looking for the figure of summer, but falling early on the footprints of autumn. Through the four seasons, we come to the next summer.

It turns out that summer has always been in my heart. This brightest sunshine has always been with me.

Think of life as a mountain. The scenery on the top of the mountain is certainly the beauty we pursue, but behind this beauty there is always a road down the mountain. It may be winding and rugged, it may be thorny, but without such a road, how can we reach the next top of the mountain to enjoy new, perhaps more beautiful scenery? A smooth journey is by no means what travelers are looking for. , a little accident, a little adventure, bring a little excitement, add a color, this kind of trip is worth the trip, this kind of life is full of interest!

The next stop will be beautiful. The scenery is waiting for us. In life, there are gains and losses. Only the open-mindedness of "not being happy with things and not being sad with yourself" can help us find things that are truly worth cherishing.

Along the way, I was like this Like summer leaves, they will carry their unfulfilled dreams through the four seasons and come back to the season of dreams, complete unfinished dreams and find new dreams!

The poplar leaves of childhood

When I was a child, I lived with my grandma in a small courtyard house. There was a big poplar tree with lush branches in the courtyard. He was a good friend of mine in childhood.

When I was very young, I always played with my friends under the poplar tree. The summer sun shines on the thick green leaves of the poplar trees, setting up a glittering parasol above our heads. The leaves are as beautiful as a fairy tale. We played under the leaves and enjoyed the unrestrained leisure life. Looking back on what happened at that time, the golden poplar leaves of the tree will always appear in front of my eyes.

When I grew up, I would collect fallen poplar leaves every autumn, and my grandma would always carefully help me put them in unknown books. At that time, I didn’t know what a specimen was, and I didn’t quite understand why I collected fallen leaves, but I would take home countless poplar leaves with great interest every day, and my grandma would always put them in her book with a smile. Neighbors see me collecting fallen leaves and leave beautifully colored leaves for me every time I clean the yard. Once, a neighbor sister gave me a small boat made of yellow leaves. I was so excited that I carried the small boat wherever I went. When I went to bed at night, I even asked my grandma to put it next to my pet dog. Out of reach. That puppy is also a good friend of mine, but I guess he might have "fell out of favor" for several days because of the fallen leaf boat.

In winter, the poplar tree hides all its leaves. At this time, grandma would take out the fallen leaves that were tucked into the book in autumn. My grandma taught me to use colored pens to draw pictures on leaves. After the painting was completed, grandma put tape on both sides of the leaves and threaded the leaves together with threads to hang them by the door or on the wall. Grandma also used poplar leaves to collage pictures with me. A few leaves, simply folded a few times, form a unique picture, which is very interesting. The walls were covered with such pictures, and my grandma called them my "leaf painting exhibition." Every winter day is filled with strings of poplar leaves, leaf paintings, and grandma’s loving smile.

Spring is coming, and new green leaves jump on the branches. Looking at the delicate new leaves, I began to look forward to them growing up quickly and turning into the shining golden poplar leaves of the tree in summer.

As I grow up year after year, poplar leaves are my inseparable partners. It wasn't until that fall that we had to separate. In order to expand the road, the courtyard will be demolished. I picked up the poplar leaves on the ground for the last time, and grandma put them in the book, just like before. That day, I said goodbye to the poplar leaves that accompanied me through my childhood.

Later, I returned to that street.

The courtyard is gone. What I couldn't believe was that the big poplar tree was gone too, leaving only the thick stump. A few months later I returned to that street, this time even the tree stumps were gone and the road was wider.

I still treasure the last few poplar leaves. When I see a poplar tree, I will think of the poplar tree that accompanied me through my childhood