初一英語週記整理

導語：週記是一個漢語詞彙，拼音為zhōu jì，基本意思是用文字記載一個星期以來自己的學習、生活情況或身邊發生的事、令你感動的.人、一件小物品、一處優美的景色等，如同日記。以下是小編整理初一英語週記整理的資料，歡迎閲讀參考。

A selection of the first week (1) :

Zhou ji's composition is cooking

On this day, both father and mother went on night shift very late to come back. I finished my homework, played the computer, and my stomach "gollum" and "gollum". I looked around, but I couldn't find anything to eat. I had to cook for myself. But when it comes to the kitchen, I blink. I am but a single child - a little princess at home. My mother wouldn't let me cook. I could only watch it. But this time let me cook, and I have not done a dish! This really embarrassed me, but the stomach was still dissatisfied with the "gollum, gollum" call, no way, I had to harden my scalp to cook for myself.

As soon as it was dry, I began to cut the pork. Why, strange, this knife is in my mother's hand so good, but I have a very heavy heart! I tried desperately to control the knife, careful to cut it. One was not careful, because the knife was too heavy, and it passed by my hand, but my foot was a little farther away from the big knife, and it only scratched a little skin. Finally, it was a struggle. At last the meat was cut. Instead of some thin, paper-thin pieces of pork, some thickness is set in front of me. Five centimeters of pork, of varying sizes.

Began to fry, I opened the gas stove and opened fire, was in a flurry of put oil into, after a while, only to hear the sound of "cheep, cheep", I understand the oil hot, he put the pork from half a meter outside and went in, unexpectedly into the oil will jump out to, go abroad to study network and then listen to "zhi", getting under my soul don't pay the body. When it was quiet, I picked up the shovel and turned the pork over and covered it with the lid. When the pork was ready, I opened the lid and put some salt on it, and covered it with a heat. I was able to pick it up and eat it.

After my hot meal, I began to eat. I clip a piece of pork, take a bite, ah, good smell! Really delicious.

I was so happy that I learned to cook.

Book of the week (2) :

Remember the car

On this day, I found a thoughtful question on the bus.

It was raining heavily. I went to the hospital by bus. A pair of mother and son ran in, threw a dollar into the box, and the box immediately flashed red light and a crisp alarm sounded. But the sound of the rain was so loud that the noise of the alarm was so loud that the sound of the alarm was soon drowned out by the sound of the noise, but I saw it, but I never dared to say it.

Finally, the boy said, "mom, there's a fake money there." The boy fingered a dollar from the coin. "we were throwing money." "The boy shouted.

All eyes were on the little boy, and then he gathered in his mother's face.

The driver's uncle said to the woman, "please vote for one yuan."

The woman blushed and said, "I vote, I vote!" He stared at the boy.

The little boy took the money from his mouth and said to the woman, "mom, let's give the money to the bank!"

"What a fool you are! You can't change money. The money should be spent elsewhere!" "Whispered the woman.

The boy listened, wrinkled his brow, suddenly happy, also imitated the woman's sample, said quietly: "mother, we also have a few dozen false money in our family, also go to use it!"

"Well!" The woman stroked the child's head. The child smiled.

When I hear these words, I feel very uncomfortable: as parents, they should teach their children to be honest and trustworthy, rather than to mislead their children to learn to lie. If the child learns to lie with his parents' misdirection, in case he grows up, he or she will not hate his parents. At this moment, most of the "liang shang-liang" is also because the parents were not strict with their discipline.

Oh! We have learned knowledge, honesty, trustworthiness and dishonesty since childhood. I know a new reason!

Book of the week (3) :

First week: farm life

The farm is very strange to me because we live in the city all year round. Life on a farm has never been experienced.

By chance, I came to the farm and lived there for a few days.

I was very excited to visit my grandmother's house this summer vacation. It was my first trip to the countryside. The sun in summer is always hot, and it's hot and stuffy. Walking on the country road, I took my drink, food, and my sun hat, followed my mother on the road of the "bend of the nine bend", and walked leisurely.

The trees on both sides of the river are green with green trees, small flowers and flowers, and the shepherds grazing on the grass, and two couples are taking pictures in the graceful willows. The oil painting, which looks like a green carpet, looks like a beautiful landscape.

Suddenly we stopped in our tracks and we were caught in the eye. The cuckoo came down from the sky and rested on the branches of the tree, "cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo... "As if singing with joy. In the fields, there were numerous little white butterflies in the grass, and some of them flew into the straw, and some flew into the flowers in the grass. In the hot sun, flowers in a gust of wind, sway, feel like a "butterfly flower"!

Through the grass, there is a continuous stream of green oil fields. I saw the farmer uncle is a busy work, look at some of them in the golden harvest straw, also looked at them with seedlings in paddy field, some are using agricultural cultivated land, some are planting cotton seedling... . The fields are full of peasants.

We came to grandmother's house, walking through the green oil fields, and the evening sun shone on the lotus pond in front of the door. In the lotus pond, a group of small children, playing in the lotus pond, the lotus pond is full of lotus leaves, like a graceful girl.

When we came to my grandmother's house, we saw that the fruit trees were very luxuriant, and there were peaches, persimmon, and plums hanging over their branches. The grandmother always smiled to me and said: "later mature, let me eat a full."

Book of the week (4) :

It was Sunday, so we went to huanghe beach with my little cousin. My hometown is south Chen, very close to the Yellow River beach.

Arriving at the destination, a cool breeze is blowing in the face, and the surging water is very picturesque. Walk on the river stone, like a walk in the flower of the carpet, the distance of the sheep was with relish to eat the grass, but I am the naughty little cousin, to enjoy the beautiful view, played the pebbles in one side, and he put the stones together and come together again, seem to be very happy.

I walked up to him and whispered to him, "go! My sister takes you to a good place!" He opened his eyes wide and asked, "uncle, is aunt going to go?" "Of course! "I said, smiling. We went to the woods behind the water, the water from the Yellow River flowed out, a very narrow brook, cousin was delighted, leap to jump, ran to the stream to play water, and I, mom and dad are going to cook a meal, I was responsible for firewood, dad is responsible for the fire, mother is responsible for cooking, cousin to see run to my side, curiously ask: "how can I help you?" "Of course you only have to help your sister pick up twigs!" Then we began to act, one, two, three... Don't for a moment, I will pick up a lot, and look at my cousin, his hands hold, papa going with that we pick up the wood, put into a circle stand up, looking for a piece of paper, then lit, the newspaper on the woodpile, breeze blows, the fire up, tight after mother came over, she put up a pot, pour into the water, "begin" the water is boiling, mother into the noodles, add seasoning, very delicious! My cousin's mouth is watering! We swallowed and waited patiently for more than a dozen minutes, the smell came from the neighborhood, we had a bowl, we had three bites, and we got rid of it, "hiccup! Hic!" My cousin and I eat the same amount, I ate three bowls, he ate two bowls, after eating, we happily went home!

This trip is unforgettable to me, this is not the cousin again make me go to Yellow River beach!

Book of the week (5) :

Favorite nature

I like the flowers and plants of nature, the charming rose, the noble lily, the beautiful narcissus, the fragrant osmanthus... All kinds of flowers, big or small, smile at you with their mouths open and give off an intoxicating aroma.

I like nature's spring, summer, autumn and winter, I also like the breezes of spring, the green of summer, the cool of autumn, the romance of winter.

I like the various animals of nature, the flying eagle, the smart fish, the lovely cat...

I like the blue sky because it is very broad and there is a silk and white cloud in it. I like the morning sun because its vigorous life attracts me. I like the sunset glow because it is deep and simple.

I like drizzle, because it always loves to moisten the earth and give great devotion to mankind. I like the wind, when I lie on the grass, blowing that cool breeze, and feel the smell of nature.

I like the mountains and water, the tall mountains standing in the distance, and the trees are covered with mountains. A sea of green, a gust of wind, like a thousand waves. I like the lake stream, the water that is flowing, and every day I sing the merry music. From the stream to the lake, from the lake to the river, from the river to the sea, how many difficulties will it go through?

I like a lot of nature, its lively vitality, let the world fill a perfect scene!

Book of the week (6) :

Have a bad day

The new day came and I was sleeping on my bed. 6:30 minutes, the alarm clock on the bed was delivered on time. 'master, don't be lazy! Get up! The ringtone of the bell pulled me out of my sleep, and I opened my eyes and looked at the ceiling, and said with a little disaffection, "ah! I haven't had enough sleep yet! Sleep for a few more minutes." About five minutes later, the bed alarm went off again: "master, don't be lazy! Get up!" I reached out and turned off the annoying alarm clock. I said to the alarm clock, "sister clock! You must be considerate of me! It's not hard for me to sleep in. Forget it. I'll just get up to avoid being late."

On my way to school, I tripped and fell. At last! I was safe to come to the school gate, I breathed a sigh of relief, in the heart think: "still study hard! Stay awake!" When I arrived in the classroom, I felt that I had no choice. The group leader stood in front of me, holding the Chinese homework and shaking at me: "class work!" I was immediately surprised: "what this homework I didn't take home, study abroad study net in the classroom! Didn't write!" I immediately pulled out my work in the drawer, wrote it wildly, or finished it, or it would have been deducted! Alas! Who blame! I blame myself for my carelessness! It's a pity that one wave is unmatched. I thought I could get a score of 100 and get 95! What a cup!

Well, in a word, I had a bad day. Looking forward to tomorrow is a happy and lucky day!

Book of the first week (7) :

These days, the autumn rain is endless, tapping into the wide field, as if there is an invisible hand, playing with an infinite zither.

6 PM, I called to get up by alarm clock, look at my mother, she has been busy in the kitchen, at this moment, my heart had an idea, why can't I take this opportunity to write in the window? So, I was careful to open the curtain, and wrote the words "meng xianglong handsome boy" on the window, and through these words, I could see the scene outside.

The wind with the rain, looking for something on the ground, east, west, just find a shelter from the pedestrians on the road, "crackling" of rain, the bigger the more rain soon, like driving, see the rain in the air like a big waterfall, a gust of wind blowing, the thick as rain falls to seal in smoke blown like fog.

I couldn't wait to get under the building with my umbrella, but as soon as I got down, I saw a funny scene.

The rain fell on the ground and splashed with water, like a little fountain. When the water fell to the ground, it became a blister. It looks like a little hat. The transparent little hat, the careful look at that rain-point becomes the little hat process, really is very funny!

Take a look at the land, like the oil slick, it is the rain type, the rain to the wind. The blow makes me stand unsteady; The dense rain column, cut down by the wind, like a sharp arrow, I opened my eyes, gasping for breath.

The rain was so heavy that in a moment the air seemed to be in a dance of magic, and from the cloud of grey clouds, the sky was stitched together. As the rain grew, the columns of rain fell like rows of swords, leaning toward the ground...

Ah! I really hope this rain won't take too long.

Book of the week (8) :

The weekend came and the boring weekend came again. I always think so, the weekend is the most boring! After class, there are endless classes, which are endless homework.

This weekend, I don't know what is urging me, my little universe broke out! I remember that it was yesterday, one afternoon, that I had written my homework almost, with only three pictures and weeks left. And then I'll write and I'll be happy about it -- so little homework.

All right, let's start drawing and drawing. I was one of those 20 minutes, of course, not very good. Isn't it Tolstoy, little meaning. How to paint, how to draw, and how to draw. I actually draw it this way.

After a while, mother came in and took the book. I also understand that taking a book is just trying to see if I'm doing my homework. Sure enough, my mother came over and glanced at me, her eyes fixed on my paintings.

"Well done, what do you draw?"

"My homework is left with this and weekly."

"This is homework?

"Sure, or I'll paint it, and I'm really idle!"

"Give me an interesting assignment."

"Mom, interesting? Try it and see if it's interesting.

"Isn't it just drawing?

"Mom, you have no talent for art."

"Well, you can draw."

Mother came into the room and I was drawing. Mom walked out of the room and I was still drawing. Forty minutes later, my mother came in again, and I finished two pictures of Tolstoy. I took out one of them and put it on the table. My mother came and saw the picture at a glance. I said, "what the hell is your teacher making?" How did you draw a bad old man?"

I don't understand whether it's happiness or disappointment. Happy? I caught him deep, he looks like a mountain village husband! Disappointed? I'll tell you, mommy, but Tolstoy!