Weekly Diary of My Troubles (15 articles)

Time is really fleeting, and one week has passed. During the week, there must be a lot of feelings, which need to be summarized and recorded. It's in the weekly diary. Before writing, you must first consider the content and structure! The following is a weekly diary of my troubles that I compiled for you. I hope it will be helpful to you.

Weekly Diary of My Troubles 1

"Who can know my troubles? I am studying this, studying that, I am so busy..." Whenever I sing When I listen to the song "My Troubles", I can't help but think of a lot of my troubles. You say you don't believe it? Then you can see how many troubles I have:

I arrived at school early, and 60% of people would think I was here to have fun, but wrong, I was not here to have fun. As a team leader, the first thing I do is check the homework, the second thing is to cooperate with the squad leader, and the third thing is to memorize what should be memorized by my classmates. This alone can waste my time in vain, so, I The team leader has a huge responsibility.

At noon, I finished a lot of things and could finally rest. I couldn't help but secretly feel happy. However, the good times didn't last long. I didn't even sit down when I received another task: "Qin Yanran, please help me manage the discipline." Our monitor, Tu Yuanhan, was asking me for help, and I thought to myself: Oh no! God! Don’t bring something like this, no! But I had to resign myself to my fate and agreed to him.

So, I grabbed the microphone with one hand and spoke out my unique secret - the Lion's Roar Kung Fu: "Uh, stop everyone, Fang Shurui, don't drink the water, Chen Xin, why are you still here?" Tell me a joke, read to me, hurry up! I'll see which mosquito is buzzing!" Until twenty minutes passed, the classroom was finally silent, but I was so tired that my mouth was dry and I was sweating. , I am exhausted and exhausted...

There is a lot more besides these! Being a team leader is more difficult than being a squad leader. I feel like I have less time, which the "slave" really can't bear! Weekly Diary of My Troubles 2

I often hear people say: Young people have no worries, but I feel that this is not true. We all have joys, sorrows and joys when we are young. I have been particularly troubled recently. Why? What's going on? Please listen to me slowly.

This troublesome thing is related to eating. I am born to love eating meat. It can be said that no one knows about this special hobby of mine. If you don't eat meat, you will feel uncomfortable all over. It is precisely for this reason that my mother, who has always loved me, would make one or two delicious dishes for every meal to help me satisfy my cravings. But recently, the situation has undergone earth-shaking changes. I can’t find any diced meat on my dining table. The delicious steamed fish has flown away. The fried pork ribs are crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. Even my favorite chicken stew has disappeared. Vermicelli also said goodbye to me. Instead there were plates of inedible vegetarian dishes. This is all because of an unfortunate disease called "urticaria" that I unfortunately contracted recently. This disease itself is not terrible. The doctor said that it will be cured after a period of treatment. But what scares me most is that during the treatment, It is necessary to "forbidden eating", especially eating meat, otherwise it will aggravate the condition. It was from this time on that my colorful food world immediately turned gloomy. I have always been a meat-eating person and could only eat "grass". I had no choice but to eat, but I only lasted a few days before I couldn't stand it any longer. I begged my mother to only take a small bite, but she was not allowed. I lost my temper with my mother, but it didn't work; I simply went on a "hunger strike". Unexpectedly, my mother's face darkened and her hands were raised high. I was so frightened that I quickly picked up my rice bowl... Alas! When will these dark days end?

Damn "urticaria", since you don't like eating meat so much, you should go find a little rabbit! Why did you find it on my head? Please stop? I'm sorry, please leave quickly! I want to eat meat. My Weekly Diary of Troubles 3

Although I am a third-grade student, my worries are as long as a train.

This has to start from when I was a child.

One time, I went shopping with my mother and I found an old man selling rabbits. Several rabbits like snow pom-poms stared at me with ruby ??eyes. They must be looking forward to making friends with me! I became very interested in the cute rabbit, so I told my mother my wish - I longed to have a rabbit. My mother has always been very strict, so she rejected me outright. I feel so uncomfortable!

Yesterday, I saw two articles about little rabbits in "Wenxing". I envy those two young authors very much. How happy they are to have rabbits!

After another request from me, my mother reluctantly said: "Okay, I'll buy you one during the summer vacation. But you have to go to grandma's farm to raise it, and it doesn't cost me anything." I’ll buy it with your New Year’s money.” I agreed with some excitement and sadness. The excitement is that the little rabbit has received the "purchase note", but the sadness is that the waiting time is too long. What if the mother turns her back and refuses to admit it? So for a period of time thereafter, I used the repeated "recall plan", that is, through constant reminders to remind my mother of her commitment to me. I used methods such as "watching TV to recall continental meals and memories" and "exercise memories". Almost every day everyone hears about rabbits.

Today I mentioned rabbits to my mother again. My mother finally couldn't bear it anymore and launched an "attack" on me, warning me not to mention rabbits again, otherwise I would never get a rabbit. I knew I had to be "dumb", otherwise the rabbit purchase would be ruined. I really hope that the summer vacation will come soon, that’s all I can hope for.

Ah, my troubles are too “long”! Weekly Diary of My Troubles 4

Everyone has their own troubles, you have them too, I have them too, I am going to tell you a few of my troubles, boo! Listen quietly and don't make any noise!

My first trouble is that every time I am concentrating on doing my own thing, there are always people around me: "Sister, what are you doing?", "Sister, look! That cartoon So funny!”… something like that. It turned out that it was my younger brother or my classmates who were calling me. Although they didn't mean it, they made me unable to concentrate. This was my trouble.

My second worry is about my little guppies, although watching them grow and live makes me very happy. However, I am so worried that the cute little fish will die, because none of the little fish I raised in the past could survive. Therefore, I am so afraid that all the little fish will die again, which will make my heart feel like needles are stabbing me. , dripping blood, it hurts so much!

My third worry is the issue of global warming. People are selfishly destroying the earth's ecology. Making it impossible for many plants and animals to survive, for example. The ice in the Arctic and Antarctic is melting, and polar bears and penguins are almost homeless. If people continue to destroy it, the earth will no longer be suitable for anything to live, and we may have to move to other planets! So pay attention to environmental protection! Only by not littering and cigarette butts can the earth restore its previous ecology.

You have your troubles too! Tell me! My Weekly Diary of Troubles 5

There are many troubles in life, and my troubles are caused by my youngest cousin.

My little cousin is chubby. He is 7 years old and is about to enter first grade. He has a slight stutter when speaking. He is very playful and always asks me to play with him. If I play with him, my grandma and mother will scold me for making noisy noises. If I don’t play with him, he will annoy me. It’s really hard to get off the horse. ! Take what happened when I was playing with him. He lowered a rope from the second floor and asked me to grab the rope. I grabbed the rope and said to him on the second floor: "I caught it!" He didn't respond, as if he couldn't hear clearly. I said to him again: "I caught it!" He also shouted loudly, resulting in a loud noise. I was scolded by my grandma and mother.

While watching TV, I am most afraid of my cousin appearing. Once he appears, I can’t watch TV. Let me tell you about the three times I watched TV! The first time I watched TV with gusto, he took the remote control away and said, "I'll keep the remote control. If you want to change the channel, tell me." I watched for a while and didn't say change the channel, but he changed it to the one I hate the most. Watching "Bear Bears".

I said to him angrily: "I didn't say change the channel." But he said: "The remote control is in my hand, I can do whatever I want." I left the TV angrily. The second time, when I was watching TV, he took away the remote control and said, "Let's do rock-paper-scissors. Whoever wins gets the remote control." I agreed, and soon I won, but he said, "I won't give it to you." , Anyway, the remote control is not in your hand. "I will leave the TV again. The third time, I grabbed the remote control tightly and he came to grab it. When he couldn't get it, he resorted to his special trick - crying. The crying soon attracted my grandma. I was scolded and the remote control was in his hand again. I really wanted to beat him.

Hey, having this cousin makes me really troubled, he is my trouble! Weekly Diary of My Troubles 6

Recently, I have always been unhappy and frowning. My mother asked me: "Baby, what's wrong? I see that you always seem to be depressed these days."

I said: "Well, Mom, I have some worries that I can tell you about." "

Mom held my hand and gently stroked my head and said, "Of course. If you have any happy or troubled things, you can talk to your mother. "Mom is your best friend."

I said: "I'm very troubled. I want to write an article these days, but I haven't memorized poetry and I can't write an article. I asked my father to pick it up for me. My father ignored me and was still watching TV. My father cut my hair short and I was not chosen to dance. I was not happy at all."

My mother hugged me lovingly. In my arms, I said to me: "Xuan'er, everyone has troubles sometimes and doesn't know how to write articles. You can slowly accumulate good words and sentences, keep reading every day, read more, read more, and write more." When you read the article, it will be easy. When you talked to your mother today, you used a good word: "confidence". How appropriate it is for you to watch TV and not get books for you. We will punish him every day this week. Buying groceries and cooking, sweeping the floor, and taking out the trash. And baby, if you like dancing, we will grow your hair in the future. You didn’t choose it this time. There will be another time. Mom will play some music for you at home. You like it very much. A piece of music, "Hope" from "Dae Jang Geum", will help you relax. You can continue to compose and dance by yourself, and mom will make the beat for you, okay?"

The music started, I Going to dance. Weekly Diary of My Troubles 7

Every time I play the game of "rock, scissors, paper" with everyone, everyone always says that I will change, so I feel annoyed.

Once, we were playing the three-legged cat game outside the classroom. This is also about "rock, scissors, paper"! When playing, I played rock and the opponent played scissors. I won and she lost. But just when I was about to take a step forward, I heard the other party and a few others muttering in a low voice: "She knows how to change, what's so cool about it?" When I heard this, I was very angry and immediately said something back to them. "Oh! It's not like some people who create rumors and say things behind their backs. Such villains are really hateful!" However, they kept saying that I had changed. I was so angry that I blushed and my neck was thick, and I pouted my baby. I walked into the classroom angrily, with a pout that could hang a bucket.

Another time, we were playing the "snowball" game. My "rock, paper, scissors" was the best. When I was about to reach the end, I was only one step away. They were rude and said that I had changed. Said my feet moved back, not like that. I explained that I didn't, but they just didn't believe it and asked me to step back or they wouldn't play anymore. Seeing that victory was in sight, it suddenly turned into nothing. My bad temper suddenly got stronger and I refused to step back. As a result, everyone had to give up playing the game.

Look, alas! In fact, I haven’t changed at all, but you insist that I have. I can’t help it. I really hope you can change your view of me, so that we can have more fun! My Troubles Weekly Diary 8

Alas~ My troubles, mentioning my troubles is really distressing. I was born without a grandfather. I heard from my father that my grandfather’s favorite thing is little girls. Whenever a little girl he knows walks past the door of my grandfather’s house, my grandfather will kindly say: “Girl, are you short of money? Well, grandpa will give it to you.”

Dad also said that when I was born, he went to visit the grave and told grandpa that I was a little girl. What a pity! Grandpa can't hear or see what I look like, so that's my biggest worry. Whenever we are in the dormitory, our classmates are talking about their grandparents and how good they are to them. They all have bright smiles on their faces and they talk happily. What about me? I could only sit on the side blankly, with my head lowered, tears welling up in my eyes. I tried my best to hold them back and not let them fall. I thought: If grandpa were still alive, he would definitely love me more than others! If grandpa is still alive, I will definitely be happier than others

I guess! Whenever night falls, I like to lie quietly on the windowsill alone, watching the bright moon hanging alone in the night sky, and listening to the wind roaring like a lion. I miss my grandpa. I wonder if grandpa is living well in heaven and if he misses me. I remember one time, my parents took me out to play, and I saw other people and a whole family there. The child in the middle smiled brightly. I thought she must be very happy! I quietly said to my mother: "It would be great if grandpa was here!" My mother nodded and smiled at me. Alas~ This is my trouble, a trouble that I can never get rid of, a trouble that I never dare or want to tell others. My Weekly Diary of Troubles 9

Adults are busy and troublesome, but children are carefree. Adults like to drink and play cards to build relationships, while children like to play games, sing and ask questions. Adults pay attention to their appearance and cry secretly when they are wronged. Children have no worries and will cry loudly whenever they want to cry. Adults focus on the interests of family members, while children put friendship first. Adults often memorize the formula of life in their hearts, while children hold some interesting secrets in their hearts.

At the age of thirteen, I am in sixth grade and about to graduate. I seemed to have walked into a bitter and thorny road, sometimes crying, sometimes laughing, and sometimes savoring the secrets in my heart. Now, I have one more thing - jealousy. Because of friendship, because I just want to be best friends with her, but someone invaded. He wanted to steal my friends, so I couldn't help but feel jealous. I think I'm on the battlefield, but I don't know if I should pick up a sharp weapon to fight the enemy? Or should I lay down my arms and withdraw from this smoke-filled battlefield? But I am not willing to quit, and I am not willing to give up this friendship that I think is the most beautiful and precious! Snatch with her? I also tried, but I was really tired and afraid of losing both sides, so I gave up, but because I missed the friendship, I re-entered the battlefield.

Sometimes I am a little sentimental and like to think over and over again, but I never tire of it. Maybe I'm not strong enough. Sometimes I want to cry because of these things, but it's strange - I can't cry. Whenever this happens, an inexplicable sadness comes to my heart!

However, as a teenager, I still want to be happy. No matter what happens, we all experience joy, sorrow and sadness as we grow. Before, I didn't understand anything. Now, my life experience has made me much more mature. I believe that in the future, I will learn more!

Weekly Diary of My Troubles 10

Whenever I see children playing in the yard, I am particularly envious of them. Whenever I look at a thick pile of homework, I frown. Whenever my mother urges me to say: "Go and do your homework, go and do your homework!", I feel particularly troubled. Why! When will my homework be completed? Then I can fly freely like a happy bird.

I once saw an article that said: "Children spend more time resting than studying every day." But my mother was eager for her son to become a success, and she continued to increase my son's ability to accept it. The amount of learning is driving me crazy! But this is nothing. In fact, the thing that worries me the most is writing essays. People say: "If you read thousands of volumes, you will write like a god." I have also read many extracurricular books, but I get stuck when I write essays. Sometimes, the teacher assigns two essays, but as soon as I read the title, I feel completely clueless. Although I have a lot to say, I have nowhere to write.

Why is this? I also like to read books! But why is there nowhere to write? Many extracurricular books that I usually read, when I wanted to use them in my composition, they all flew away like a bird frightened by something! There is only a blank left in my mind... Every time at this moment, I am very troubled.

I am about to enter the sixth grade. I heard from other students that the workload will increase again, especially composition. It seems that my troubles have increased again! Can anyone tell me a good way to solve my troubles? My Worries Weekly 11

Everyone has their own troubles, such as failure in exams, unsatisfactory life, or some minor conflicts among friends, but my trouble is not these, it is that nasty cold. Alas, cold, now I'm a little afraid of it.

Every year when winter comes and the weather gets cooler, it should be due to the "conditioned reflex" of the cold air. At this time, my nose will "habitually" hold a "concert". If it's okay at home, "Musician" will be more peaceful, but as soon as he arrives at school, he will immediately become very rampant, even taking the opportunity to pick up the lunch box. It just so happens that I clean the outdoor living area. Alas, that’s called “coolness”! In fact, every time I clean the room, I fantasize: There is a soft and comfortable bed in front of me, with a warm quilt and a small pillow on the bed. As soon as I lie down, the wind around me will stop suddenly. It is so comfortable. How wonderful! But, this is just a daydream!

For “enjoying” such “high treatment” all year round, I actually knew that I was the abominable “culprit.” For this reason, after fifteen minutes of hard work, I finally came up with a solution. It's actually very simple, just wear more clothes and keep warm.

I am determined not to catch a cold next year!

However, the main problem at present is how to control the "slugs" that run wild. well!

I never want to hear such a "concert" again! Weekly Diary of My Troubles 12

I have many troubles, like a big stone on my growth path that cannot be moved no matter how hard I move. For example, there are endless homework assignments, you can’t go out to play when it rains, and there are some teachers who like to drag the class. . . . . .

Sometimes, teachers will use the break to finish the unfinished lessons, and they don’t have time to go to the toilet if they want to. Before the final exam, teachers will occasionally drop our favorite art classes and moral classes. Although everyone knows that the teachers are doing it for our own good and want us to get good grades, I am still a little reluctant.

The teacher also wants us to make rapid progress, but I feel like a pony with a rein around its neck. The teacher held my hand during the day, and my mother held my hand at night. Teacher, Mom! Can you not pull the reins too tight? I also hope that I can run on the grassland easily. I hope you can take off the reins for me and let me return to my childhood and become a free wild horse again.

Although I am already a top student in the class, my teacher and mother have very strict requirements for me. Before the exam, I reviewed hard. During the exam, I was able to complete the test papers quickly and accurately. But after the exam, I always failed to get full marks because of some small mistakes, and I would be punished by my mother as soon as I got home. "Hey, when will I have less worries!"

I don't want to have so many worries, how much I want to move this big rock away. But I thought, since I can't move this big rock, I have to find a way to make myself happier, do more things that I like, and keep my worries away! My Weekly Diary of Troubles 13

As I grow up day by day, there are many troubles surrounding me. Most of the things that happened in school were unwilling to be discussed with my parents, because as long as they talked, they would talk at length and not allow me to interject a word, and my ears could not stand the incoming and outgoing of so many words, so I did not want to It makes my ears suffer, so I don’t want to tell my parents! However, I wrote everything I wanted to say in a notebook, that is, a diary every day. After you finish writing, let yourself appreciate it and solve your own problems by yourself.

It went well at first, but gradually, I felt that my parents looked at me unnaturally, as if I was hiding something from them. (Indeed, some of them didn’t want them to know)

That day, when I came home from school, after finishing my homework, I went to get my diary as usual. Suddenly, I found that the diary had been moved, and I suddenly became furious. As soon as I thought about it, I knew it must be them. I walked out of the bedroom and asked them loudly if they had read my diary. Instead, they said openly that it was their duty to know everything about me.

I can’t stand it anymore. I just want to have my own piece of blue sky. Why are you so selfish and take it away, just because you want to understand me? I returned to the room and felt that I had nothing left, alas! Why do our parents always want to know us when we grow up and don't want us to have any ideas of our own? Alas! How cruel!

Our lives are filled with seven colors of sunshine, but even when the sun is shining, it is inevitable that there will be brief clouds. Growing teenagers will have some lingering worries. These troubles come from life, study, and interactions with classmates... However, having troubles is not terrible, the key is to treat it correctly. From now on, let us clean up our troubles together, eliminate them, and mature with colorful dreams. My Worry Weekly Diary 14

Looking at those children having so much fun, they were playing carefree. I was in the same situation a few years ago. As I grow older, I have more worries. My head hurts just thinking about those troubles. I really don't want to grow up.

My academic performance was only above average. When I entered junior high school, I found that I disliked studying less and less. My mother often said: "Why don't you study hard? How can you pass the junior high school entrance examination? You almost failed in elementary school. If you fail, what will you do with your future job? How can anyone with a diploma like yours who didn't graduate from junior high school?" If I want you, you don’t have any special skills, so what are you going to do? You can only get ahead by studying now. Your children are studying for yourself, not for your parents. "Yes, there is no way to get ahead if you don’t study now. Some college students are unemployed. I feel upset when I think about this problem.

When I first entered junior high school, everything was so strange, including teachers, schools, and classmates. A semester has passed like this. I don’t know many of my classmates and I don’t know how to communicate with them. During the physical education class, there were many classmates playing together. I wanted to play with them, but I didn’t know how to tell them.

The day before yesterday, my mother read my diary, which made me very angry. I went to reason with my mother, but my mother said that parents should know everything about their children. But my little secrets are all written in the diary, and letting people know is like being seen through nakedly. I had a fight with my mother, and we were in a cold war these days.

How I wish I had no worries in my life! My Troubles Weekly Diary 15

This day. Everyone had a great time. But I am troubled.

It’s another night, why does time fly by so fast?

During the day, I squint my upper eyelids straight down to my lower eyelids, like a person with an undying grudge. At noon, I finally got some rest, but Luo Qiuru always came to make trouble. The rain kept falling, as if it was crying for me. In the afternoon, extracurricular books were distributed. This was the book I had been looking forward to for a long time. However, the few people behind us did not receive it. It was really sad and made my heart drop from the top of the mountain to the valley. It plummeted. The teacher has assigned homework. "It's composition again." The classmates complained, and I also lamented. I thought to myself: "Compositions, compositions, compositions, compositions...it's all compositions. It's true that Teacher Ye has compositions every day, and there's not even a theme. Hey-!"

Back home, He spread it out on the table and kept sighing. When it came time to write a composition, I was so confused that I had no clue. Without thinking, I turned around and rushed into the room, jumping up and down on the bed, rolling left and right, and then there was a heavy rain. The crying was intermittent, like before a storm, and it was annoying. I hit the quilt again and cried again.

At this time, my mother said: "What problem can be solved by crying? Just write a little bit!" My mother's words made me very angry. "The diary is not just two or three sentences in a row. You go and write it." I was crying, and suddenly I had an idea, copy it, or just copy it if I can't write it, so I turned over the composition book. It was okay if I didn't turn it over, but it made me even more annoyed when I turned it over. Why didn't I have a good article? Later, I suddenly thought, why not just write this.

Look, this is my trouble. ;