Everyone will cry when things change when they grow up. Some are moved tears, some are tears of victory, and some are tears of failure. And that time, I really cried, not because my parents quarreled, nor because I lost a good friend, but because I didn't do well in the Chinese exam that time.
It's a comprehensive Chinese exam for the fourth grade last semester. When answering questions, I even asked, "When did the 20th century come?" ? All the answers are wrong. I wrote "1900-2000", and the teacher said it should be "190 1-2000", so I won't talk about other topics. I remember there was a topic, and the requirement was: "The achievements of the 20th century can really be described as' like the strong wind in spring, blowing at night and blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees'. What can we learn from this quoted poem? " I didn't know how to answer, so I didn't write a word, leaving a blank there. For this kind of questions, teachers and mothers often tell me that if some questions can't be left blank during the exam, I estimate that I can get the correct answer by filling in an answer. Even if you fill it wrong, you won't lose anything to yourself. You can't do the problem anyway. The correct answer to this question is: "The rapid and great changes in scientific and technological achievements are unexpected."
There is also a big problem, that is, let us find a pair of synonyms or antonyms in some four-character words. Careless, I didn't see this big problem, and I didn't do it all. The result can be imagined. Of course, all the scores of this question were deducted. ...
At the moment when the test paper was handed out, a big "74" written in red pen suddenly caught my eye. My mood suddenly changed from anticipation to sadness. This is the lowest score in all exams since I entered primary school! How can I not feel sad and sorry? That night, while correcting the test paper, I couldn't help crying and deeply blamed myself for being careless and not serious. Why can't I always read the requirements of each question carefully and enter a state of nervous preparation, but a disapproving attitude has caused this result. That time, I really cried, crying very sad. This gave me a very "vivid" lesson and always reminded me to learn from it. From then on, I made up my mind silently and tried to "learn from my mistakes". In the future study, I will try to be serious and careful.
That time I really cried (2)
The sun always rises and sets in the west, and competition always ebbs and flows. What the big waves have scoured out are some small shrimps that have no place at the bottom of the sea.
Why do rainbows always appear after rain? Competition is a "bliss" world in a difficult environment.
Competition is like an elevator, competition is like a circle, and a process of competition is competition.
How many beats can life have? I was knocked down by this fight. However, I will never give up and cry. ...
From my birth to now, I have had two big shots, nearly ten small shots, and micro-shots are like stars. It's the hardest to fight, but one in a hundred may be beaten down.
Once, I accidentally read the "Young Writers Competition" in the newspaper. I decided to sign up, so I gained confidence. The competition is divided into two parts: one is speech, and the other is writing. So I carefully prepared, getting up early and greedy for the dark.
As the days passed, the day came when I was sure. In the above assessment, the results came out, and I ranked in the top ten among hundreds of people.
"Announce, announce, first place, second place ..." I only got the fifth place. After I got on the podium, I realized that only the top three could be selected. So I ran out of the auditorium with the award. I hid under a big tree. I'm lost in the storm? Is it me? What about my efforts? I burst into tears on these issues. This is my first time, because my writing is not satisfactory. I cried, but my heart did not give up.
I cried that time because of my shortcomings.
That time I cried, because my efforts had turned into a wisp of smoke, which drifted away with the wind.
Competition, I cried.
Although I cried that time, I will never give up, because behind the tears, I will succeed. I must be a trophy or certificate, not a "teardrop"
That time I really cried (3)
Childhood life is a stream, with happiness, sadness, cheerful memories and unforgettable memories. In the colorful life, are there any stories that move you, or secrets that make you feel wronged? As a little hero of things, have you ever cried about it? Don't say that men don't flick when they have tears. That time, I cried. ...
It's a sunny winter noon. After finishing my homework, I trotted downstairs and played happily with my friends. Suddenly, tragedy happened. To show my bravado and agility, I stepped onto the concrete square table in the middle of the yard. At this time, I accidentally slipped on the smooth desktop, turned a 360-degree somersault and fell on the brick floor. The corner of my right eye hit the sharp corner of the stone table, and half of my face was stained with blood on the uneven ground. I was so shocked that I cried in pain.
When I got home, I had a bad headache and felt sick. M.taiks.com thought she would be severely criticized by her mother, but she always comforted me. I saw her caring and distressed expression, and the bread contained her mother's love for me.
At noon, after some vomiting and tossing, I calmed down a little. My mother told me to go to bed, and she was not at ease. In the evening, my face improved, but my careful mother was afraid that my head would have a big problem. A man took me to the People's Hospital for cT examination. I sat in the car and recalled that my father went out to work when I was less than one year old. My mother is so busy at work that she lives alone with me. My body is still suffering from low back pain. I ruined her, too. Suddenly, I cried. Those are tears of shame.
After the doctor's accurate appraisal, I know I'm fine. The big stone in my mother's heart was relieved, often with a sigh of relief and a smile on her face.
On the way home, I looked back at my mother, and there were fine wrinkles in my eyes. Years are urging her to grow old, and I think of my mother's care and love for me. Why don't I repay her with my best grades? That time, I cried, and my mother's concern moved me and made me unforgettable. I love my mother.