Diary > second grade diary happy "cheated"_ The content of this 200 word page was pushed by "read. 4hw. Com. CN". Today, I was a little unhappy. My mother asked me to practice the piano again. I pouted and told my mother: 'don't say' practice the piano 'when I'm unhappy.' Mother said, 'how can you be happy?' I said mysteriously, 'guess.' Mom guessed several times, but she didn't get it right. I said, 'I need you to hug me.' Mother smiled and gave me a big hug. When I was released, my mother said to me easily, 'go and help take out the clothes from the washing machine.' I finished the task quickly. He gave his clothes to his mother and went to eat oranges. When I finished the orange and went to my mother, my mother held me and asked, 'are you happy now?' I nodded and my mother said with a smile, 'then go and practice the piano.' Ah! " It dawned on me! Mother smiled and said, 'you've been fooled!' My mother and I laughed. Diary fifth grade diary
Grade 2 of Zhujiang Road Primary School in Qingdao Economic and Technological Development Zone: the secret of Hu Jun's heart 1_ 200 words many things, when you have them, don't know how to cherish them. Once you enjoyed doting, don't hesitate, don't know, can't find the trace of your love for me.
Many things, when lost, only understand the meaning. What you once had left without hesitation. You feel the trace of love without hesitation.
It's raining. Being alone is the occasion of sorrow for separation. No matter how heavy the rain is, one person depends on each other and no one covers the rain.
No matter how fierce the wind blows, it keeps thinking and worrying. Let the wind blow the elegant hair and it is no longer beautiful.
Once I told you, I hate you peeping into my secrets. I don't need others to understand my destiny. Step by step, I travel far away.
I know my secret is just my secret. I'm selfish and don't share it. Because I'm different from me in your heart, I'm afraid you'll be disappointed, so I hide it quietly.
But now a person's secret has lost the meaning of sharing and no longer has its value to think of. It is just a trace in his heart.
When you leave, you are the secret of my heart.
Second day: miss Qingzheng