【日记】六年级读《西游记》有感日记500字：取经路像我的期末复习

我把期末复习排成了八十一难

10月18日 星期五 晴

昨天读《西游记》，我数了数，唐僧师徒一共过了八十一难。我盯着课程表想：我的期末复习，难的地方也就那么几个——数学的分数应用题、英语的单词拼写、语文的古诗默写。既然八十一难都能一难一难过，我的复习也可以拆成一关一关。

我拿出一张纸，把三门弱项当成三场"劫"。分数应用题是黄风岭，单词拼写是通天河，古诗默写是火焰山。每场劫再拆成每天的小任务：数学每天十道计算加一道应用题，英语每天背二十个单词、听两遍课文录音，语文每天背一首古诗、默写一遍。任务写在纸条上，贴在书桌前的日历格子里，做完一天就用红笔画一颗星。

我的奖励也学孙悟空：攒满十五颗星，周六下午可以痛痛快快玩，不用被妈妈催。第三天的时候我差点坚持不住，数学应用题连着错两道，我把笔一扔，心想唐僧要是有孙悟空的筋斗云，早把经取回来了，谁耐烦走十四年。妈妈没批评我，只说了一句："你先只做一道。"我就只做那一道，做完顺手又做了一道，那天晚上居然把十道计算全写完了。第二天画星的时候我才明白，妖怪不是一个一起来的，是一道一道来的；我怕的从来不是整座山，是站在山脚下抬头看整座山的那个瞬间。

现在我的日历上已经有九颗星。八十一难过了一半不到，期末考试就是灵山，它还在前面等着，但我已经不打算翻筋斗云抄近路了。每天划掉一格，一格一格往前走，走到哪天算哪天，反正经书不会长腿跑掉。

今天读《西游记》读到"功到自然成"五个字，我在旁边用铅笔写：复习到自然会。写完把这句话也贴到了日历上，贴在最上面那一格，一抬头就能看见。

I Turned My Final Review into Eighty-One Trials

Friday, October 18. Sunny.

Yesterday I read part of Journey to the West and counted: Tang Seng and his disciples passed eighty-one trials in total. I stared at my class schedule and thought—my weak points for the final review are only a handful: fraction word problems in math, spelling in English, and writing classical poems from memory in Chinese. If eighty-one trials could be crossed one by one, my review could be broken into levels too.

I took a sheet of paper and treated my three weak subjects as three tribulations. Fraction word problems were Yellow Wind Ridge, spelling was the River of Heaven, and poem dictation was Flaming Mountain. Each tribulation was then split into daily tasks: ten calculations plus one word problem in math, twenty new words and two listens to the textbook recording in English, one poem recited and one round of dictation in Chinese. I wrote each task on a slip of paper, stuck it on the calendar square by my desk, and drew a red star for every day I finished.

My reward followed Sun Wukong's style: fifteen stars earned, and Saturday afternoon was mine to play freely without Mom nagging. On day three I nearly gave up. I got two word problems wrong in a row, threw down my pen, and thought: if Tang Seng had the Cloud Somersault, he would have fetched the scriptures long ago instead of walking for fourteen years. Mom didn't scold me. She only said, "Just do one problem first." I did that one, then casually did another, and that night I finished all ten calculations. When I drew the star the next day, I finally understood: demons never come all at once; they come one at a time. What scares me is never the whole mountain, but the moment I stand at its foot and look up at the whole mountain.

My calendar now has nine stars. Less than half of the eighty-one trials are done. The final exam is Vulture's Peak, still waiting ahead, but I no longer plan to somersault for a shortcut. Cross off one square a day, walk one square at a time, and see how far I get. The scriptures won't grow legs and run.

Today, reading Journey to the West, I came across five characters meaning "success comes when effort is done." I wrote next to them in pencil: mastery comes when review is done. I stuck that sentence on the calendar too, in the top square, where I can see it whenever I look up.

错题本是我的紧箍咒

11月6日 星期三 阴

复习进入第二周，我开始专门对付难题。读《西游记》时我发现，孙悟空打妖怪从来不是抡起棒子就打：他会先摸清妖怪的来历，再找对应的办法。打白骨精变的那三个样子，他是一次一次识破的。难题也一样，得允许自己错几次。

昨天那道行程题就是只白骨精。甲乙两人相距两千四百米，同时出发相向而行，甲每分钟走六十米，乙每分钟走四十米，带狗来回跑的那种变式我全会，可题目把"相向"改成"同向追及"，我就乱了。第一遍列式，把时间算成了负数；第二遍画图，画到一半发现两条线段长短画反了。我想起孙悟空请观音之前先查妖怪住哪个洞，于是回去把"相遇"和"追及"两个公式各抄了三遍，又画了一张标准线段图贴在墙上。第四遍重做那道题，对了。四十分钟错三次才对，要是在以前我早就跳过去了，现在我觉得值——打死的妖怪不会复活，打死的难题也不会。

粗心是另一只妖怪，像猪八戒，力气不大但天天捣乱。我的办法是给它念紧箍咒：错题本。每道错题一页，左边抄错误做法，右边写正确做法，最下面用红笔写一句"错在哪"。"把65写成56""忘记写单位""答句没写"，都算。这个本子我起名叫紧箍咒，因为一到考试前，我就只翻它，它一翻开，我的粗心就抱头蹲下。上周单元测验前我只翻了四页紧箍咒，卷子上一个数字都没抄错，这种安静连我自己都意外。

第三场劫是作文，我把它留到最后打，因为它最费时间，像狮驼岭，得挑精神最好的一天打。这周我打算写两篇，写完拿给老师改，老师改过的地方就是我下一棒的落点。八十一难没有一难是躺着过的，我也不躺着。

My Mistake Notebook Is the Golden Fillet

Wednesday, November 6. Cloudy.

Review week two: I started going after hard problems on purpose. Reading Journey to the West, I noticed Sun Wukong never just swings his staff. He first finds out where the demon came from, then matches it with the right remedy. The three disguises of the White Bone Demon—he saw through them one at a time. Hard problems are the same: you have to allow yourself to be wrong a few times.

Yesterday's travel problem was a White Bone Demon. Two people 2,400 meters apart set off at the same time walking toward each other; one walks 60 meters a minute, the other 40. I could do every variation with a dog running back and forth, but the moment the question changed "toward each other" to "same direction, catching up," I got tangled. First attempt: my time came out negative. Second attempt: halfway through my diagram I realized I had drawn the two line segments the wrong lengths. I remembered that before fetching Guanyin, Sun Wukong first checked which cave the demon lived in. So I went back and copied the meeting formula and the catch-up formula three times each, then taped a standard line-segment diagram to the wall. On the fourth try, I solved the problem. Forty minutes, three wrong attempts, then right. The old me would have skipped it long ago. Now I think it was worth it—a slain demon doesn't come back, and neither does a slain hard problem.

Carelessness is another demon, more like Zhu Bajie: not strong, but always causing trouble. My remedy is the Golden Fillet—a mistake notebook. One page per mistake: the wrong method on the left, the right method on the right, and one red line at the bottom saying what went wrong. "Wrote 65 as 56," "forgot the unit," "no answer sentence"—all count. I named the notebook the Golden Fillet, because before every exam I only flip through it, and the moment it opens, my carelessness crouches down holding its head. Before last week's unit test I flipped through only four pages of the Fillet, and I copied not a single number wrong on the paper. The quietness surprised even me.

The third tribulation is essay writing. I'm saving it for last because it takes the longest—like Lion Camel Ridge, it needs the day when I'm freshest. This week I plan to write two essays and hand them to my teacher for corrections; every mark she makes is where my next swing lands. Not one of the eighty-one trials was passed lying down, so I won't lie down either.