七年级英语周记5篇

导语：周记是一个汉语词汇，拼音为zhōu jì，基本意思是用文字记载一个星期以来自己的学习、生活情况或身边发生的事、令你感动的`人、一件小物品、一处优美的景色等，如同日记。以下是我整理精选初中英语周记集锦的资料，欢迎阅读参考。

Well, dad's desk is in a mess, and it's lying on the corner of the table, the paper, the coffee, and the messy books piled up everywhere. Father always this way, every time not tidy up, one into father's study, the Buddha in the house of the thief. Today is father's day, so I will help father tidy up the study.

If you do, I'll collect all the books on the table and put them in a pile. Big, thick books are heavy! I opened the eyes of the curious, the dense "little ant", but it knows me, I don't know it. After watching for a while I didn't know anything, I was not interested, the bookshelf was too high, I had to put the book in the corner of the bookshelf first, continue to pack up other things. I picked up all the lost pens and put them in the pen. No wonder my father always said he couldn't find the pen. He drank half his father's coffee, then washed his father's cup, and the paper was finished. The study is finally finished by me! Looking around, the study is now orderly, clean and tidy.

My father will be happy, but I will also talk about my father, so that he can tidy up his study so that he won't be unable to find a pen or paper.

Speaking of my troubles, I really can't count them. For example, the food in the school canteen is so bad today. The next door's zhou wu bullied me again, and the exam failed again.

But now my biggest worry comes from my father and I, my relationship with my father has not been very good, because I am stubborn, and my father is a quick temper. Quarrel with father last week, stubborn dad and I have been back, until he had a cow, after two slap hit me, I was quiet, speak a word of current shock, an invisible buried landmines so. From then on, as long as I met my father, I would not listen to him. No matter what he said or did, my mother tried to persuade me and dad, but the estrangement clock could not be removed. I am also very distressed, why my father and father are not like other father and son of harmony? Why is my relationship with dad so bad?

Another worry is that I hate being told that I'm fat, but I don't think I'm as fat as I am, just a little fatter than my peers. I don't even eat snacks every day, but the weight is the same, let me very upset, only oneself already very low, don't need to be reminded how much I fat, it will only let me feel more not only.

I wish I could be happy, too, as a carefree child, so that my troubles would not be so much!

The memory of a person is a strange thing. Sometimes we can remember things that are not important, but sometimes we can't remember them, and there are some things that can let us remember forever.

I still have a hard time forgetting what I saw with my own eyes. It was a sunny Thursday afternoon. I carry bag happily go on the way from school, walk while thinking of their own mathematical played out, happy to sing a song, some passers-by to see me, can't help but look askance at, but I don't care how others see, anyway, how happy how to do it myself.

Ah! It is this kind of reptile, I quickly put in my cheerful footsteps. Actually, this is a black spiders, but I don't know what the crawler, it is only to see it in black skin, there are thousands of feet, to sum up all very hate it. Every time I see this guy, he's always stepping on his feet and letting it die. However, my courage is relatively small, every time I see it "across the road" will always be surprised, to be able to kill it. But today, this guy seems to have come to hell. As I was about to continue on my way, I saw that it twitched again. "Even pretending to be dead!" I said to myself. Just as I was about to leave, I suddenly found myself next to him, running out of a much younger sibling, apparently a mother. Because only the mother has such a strong will, when she is about to arrive at the door of the door to protect her children. My eyes were moist, and I could not bear to watch it. It was dying. Go quietly.

Every time I think of the touch of that little reptile, I feel that I have a sin. In human life, there are maternal love and filial piety, but in the animal kingdom, is it not the same?

My family lived in the suburbs, the home not far away there is a opposite still undeveloped forest, the forest is lush trees, in the summer, still can hear birds singing, it is one of nature's paradise.

Several times, I invited my friends to explore together, leaving my happy footprints here. I'm often glad I'm in a busy city, but I'm still in touch with nature.

When the weather is good, come home from school. Open the door, you can see the opposite window, the sunset hung on the treetop of the forest, like a frozen oil painting, soon down the forest. Windy, I often see some birds in the forest above, there is a bird is not flying, fan wings motionless against the wind, stop at the upper part of the woods, as if to hang a picture in my house on the window frame of clever three-dimensional picture. Sometimes the birds would fly to my door, and I would watch them play, and they would jump from the branches to the air - air holes in the other house and chatter about them. In the evening the birds flew back in pairs to the woods.

One day, came home from school as usual, I lie prone on the windowsill, and excitedly looking into the woods, but accidentally found that many excavator "" du du rang rang rang and steel macrobrachia like heads toward the woods. The trees fell, lying on the ground, the woods disappeared, the bird flew away, and the picture on my window was gone...

Oh! The woods, if we have a chance, let us meet in a dream.

During the summer vacation, I often went for a walk in the neighborhood with my father, and it was really interesting to see many friends riding bikes to catch up with me. Long time ago my grandpa gave me a bike, but I've been learning to ride a bicycle, so has been put in the home, see friends happy, I also want to learn a bit, so I begged my father taught me to ride a bike.

I pushed my bike to the neighborhood garden, but I didn't think I'd be able to get on the bike and fall off. I didn't lose heart and tried it a few times, but I just got on the bike and fell off without a kick. Just as I was about to give up, my father encouraged me to say, "don't lose heart, you will succeed. Come on!" I listened to the increase in confidence and then tried several times. On one occasion, I rode a bicycle rickety ride out several meters, was secretly happy, listen to "flop" a sound, I fell on the ground, bicycle hard pressure on my body, knees creased a large piece of leather, pain my tears in eyes swirling box...

"Don't lose heart. Don't lose heart. I must learn to ride a bike." I thought to myself, and then I rode on my bicycle, my hands clasped in the front of my head, my feet pushing hard, and I was able to ride several metres away. Provide you can ride a ride problem out again: there was a big tree in front of the, I didn't know what to do, hesitated just crashed into the tree, fortunately fell on the grass, but my feet are still trapped under the bike, the in the mind secretly complain.

"To learn to turn, all right? "My father asked kindly. "Nothing, nothing." I ride the bike again and fee the skylight turn very not easy to learn, but I also always want to hit the wall, "ha ha, you always hit the wall, just don't learn, in the wall come on... "The younger brother sneered. I ignored him and practiced again and again for my own wish...

Persistence means victory! I am not discouraged, I keep practicing every day, and finally learned to ride a bike. From then on, I firmly believe that as long as I work hard and persist, I will succeed one after another.

The day I was watching TV, boring at this time there was a show attracted my attention, that is the children's channel in teaching people how to do interesting "daruma", I feel very interesting, and began to prepare to do "daruma".

So I began to prepare the ingredients for the tumbler: eggs, chopsticks, sand, crayons, paper and glue. First, I took a small, white, fat egg from the refrigerator and put it on the table. Then I poked a hole in the top of the egg with chopsticks. But, I didn't realize I was too hard, just listen to "click" with a thin ring, broken egg shell, egg inside the egg white and egg yolk paste my hand, I said, in a pet eggs thrown into the trash can.

If I lose another egg soldier, my mother's favorite tomato scrambled eggs on the table, then I'm finished. This time I dare not fail again. Then I took an egg from the fridge, draw lessons from the last, I put the eggs gently on the table the ke, ke is good after I saw the egg cracked a thumb-nail large seam, I'll peel off, again use chopsticks gently into the mix, pour the egg white and egg yolk out, I finally succeed in doing.

Then I used paper to paste a funnel, into the egg shell carefully filled with sand, after the sand was installed, finally the tumbler was done, the poor dress up.

So I made a little hat for the tumbler and taped it up with scotch tape, and then he drew it with a curved brow, a small nose and a red mouth. Dial it, the tumbler shake to the left, as if to give me a warm greeting! How lovely!

I've learned from the fact that I have to fail to succeed in everything I do. Otherwise, it would be meaningless!

With a splash of water, I jumped into the water and swam happily in the water like a fish. Learn to swim, lie in the arms of the water, comfortable to swim slowly, that kind of feeling is wonderful! Now, I think back to the process of learning to swim, although I suffered a lot, but also got a lot of inspiration from life.

When I was a child, I was afraid of water, especially when I couldn't put my head into the water. When I learned to swim, I refused to practice holding my breath, and the coach and mother took pains, and I reluctantly agreed to try. I reluctantly jumped into the water, took a deep breath, jerked his head into the water, but immediately and lifted his head out of the water, it turns out that because I am too hard, water getting into the nostrils, makes my repeatedly cough, very afflictive. "Well," I grumbled angrily, "it's too hard to practice my breath. I'll never learn to swim again!" Just as I was about to bow to difficulties, a few children of my age swam past me like a happy fish. "look, why do they all swim so well, and I can't? I cannot be easily frightened by this little difficulty! "Take a breath and put your head in the water. Make sure you spit it out with your mouth, and don't breathe... The coach's words echoed in my ears.

And after a pause I grind, took a deep breath, carefully into the water, his head slowly to spit out, looked at the water and crystalclear bubbles in ran up happily, my heart will be suddenly enlightened "yes! Nothing is impossible to a willing heart. The difficulty is just a paper tiger, can frighten you, but can not defeat you, I now not also successful?" I lifted my head out of the water and filled my heart with the joy of success. "Great, I've finally learned to hold my breath!" I beat the water excitedly, looking at the white water splashing around, cheering.

In the end, I learned to swim, and I also learned a valuable lesson -- to face difficulties, not to bow, not to yield, and to bravely overcome difficulties and overcome difficulties, success will be yours.

During the summer vacation, I watched the children's channel at home and how to build a paper bridge on TV. After I learned it, I decided to try this experiment on my own.

First I put a piece of paper on top of it and carefully put a book on it. "Bang!" Frighten me a big jump, paper fell.

Then I rolled the piece of paper into a tube and put a book on it. It didn't pour. I added another one. How wonderful!

Then I folded the piece of paper into a seven-story paper fan and used two stationery boxes to make the piers. Then I put the paper on the pencil case. I tried to put a dictionary on the bridge, but I added another book, but I didn't. How exciting!

In the evening, I asked my father, "why does a piece of paper stand on end, and a book can't be put on paper, but two books can be put in a box?" My father said, "a sheet of paper is very thin, and the thickness of it is increased by folding it into a tube." "Then why did you fold the paper into seven layers and put more weight on it?" "The father added:" that is the same as the bridge of the bridge is enlarged, of course can bear the weight is bigger ah!"

I see, it's so interesting to build a paper bridge!