I remember it was a math test for the fourth grade. I buried myself as soon as I got the paper, twice at a time. . . . . . . I did it easily. When I was secretly happy, I didn't expect the following questions to hang over my mind like a fog, and I didn't know where to start. I thought about it and calculated it carefully on the draft paper. But I still can't figure it out after half the calculation. I am very distressed. I scratched my head and looked at other students who were writing. I'm even more uneasy. I am anxious and regretful. Just because I usually have problems, I put them on my father and wait for him to tell me. But today, it is in the examination room. I really hope my father can appear in front of my eyes at once, but this can't come true.
As time went by, sweat ran down my cheeks. My hands are holding the pen and my legs are shaking under the table, but the numbers and symbols in front of me have been turning and turning, and my mind is a little confused. I think: simply don't do it, give up, anyway, I won't do it, and there is no way to lose points. At this time, I thought of the famous American writer Helen. She was blind and deaf when she was one and a half years old. With indomitable spirit and challenging difficulties, she finally overcame her psychological shadow and was admitted to Harvard University. Thought of here, my eyes seemed to flash a glimmer of hope. I calmed down and carefully found out my thoughts. Have these questions suddenly become simple? I finished it three times, five times and twice. The bell rang and the teacher rolled it up. After class, I jumped up happily and said, "I succeeded."
No matter how difficult I encounter in the future, I will calm down and think. We will never bow our heads. As long as we work hard, we will surely bear fruitful results.
2 facing our father, we can be calm in an instant; Facing friends, we can be honest with each other; Facing the teacher, we can communicate with our hearts. However, when we face my mother, perhaps just like facing a big tree, we can only listen attentively to the sound of leaves falling. ...
Early spring, willow trees
As early as February, just like my mother, after a cold winter, a little life was born. She looked at the whole world curiously and stared at the woman in front of her. I don't know if this woman gave her life and the world ... it was the first time she faced her mother, so fresh, so curious and so beautiful. Just like facing a willow tree, in February of early spring, the first bud appears and the first branch blooms with the brilliance of life. ...
Midsummer, banyan tree
The origin of midsummer adds another splendor to her life. In the summer when she was 6 years old, her mother put her in front of the piano and looked at black and white keys. She glared at her mother and was about to speak when she said, "Son, learn the piano." She turned and looked at the big banyan tree behind the window. Lush branches and leaves covered the whole blue sky, leaving only a little. Looking back at my mother, her eyes are more severe and less gentle. ...
In the summer of 9 years old, her mother handed her a brush, a piece of rice paper and an ink tray, and taught her to tick off the majestic mountains and the charm of water on the paper. Teach her how to appreciate nature with heart and taste life ... Since then, she has also tried to taste the true meaning of life with a brush. Suddenly, facing the banyan tree in the painting, a flower bloomed in her heart, which aroused a layer of ripples, quiet and beautiful. ...
Late autumn, maple leaves
In late autumn, she came with gratitude and passion, and she also grew up a lot. Fourteen years has made her mature from naivety, and her mother has lost some uniqueness in her heart, and she has more friends and teachers in her heart. Fourteen years old, standing at the starting point of youth, she felt a little rebellious and frivolous ... but her mother told her word by word behind her back, with some love and some lessons. She didn't want to face maternal love, and her mother was silent for a while ... until one day, she stood under the maple tree and stepped on the scattered maple leaves, and she was more grateful. Looking up again through the thin autumn fog, she finally saw pieces of red maple leaves, which were so beautiful ... At that moment, she finally understood her mother's love, as red, beautiful and charming as maple leaves. ...
Winter, December
In winter, the wind is cold and biting cold. But at this moment, a Chimonanthus praecox is quietly blooming ... That day, she and her mother turned over the old photos, recalling the bits and pieces of the past, and couldn't help but be happy and sigh together. Mother closed the photo album and whispered, "How time flies ..." Facing her mother, she saw dullness, helplessness, laughter and tears.
Night companion, she was reading a book under the lamp, when her mother suddenly saw a sentence in the book, "Mom is the beauty among beauties." Looking up at the starry sky, I looked everywhere, but I didn't find anything brighter than my mother's face. ...
Suddenly, I realized that my mother is wintersweet in the snow, with endless fragrance and never withers. ...
When we face our mother, there may be less novelty, less fear and less rebellion in our eyes; More love, more gratitude.
Perhaps, facing a mother is like facing a tree. Only quiet inside can you listen to the sound of leaves falling. ...
In the first grade of primary school, I won the third place in my class in an exam. I was so happy that I was extremely excited about that test paper. Seeing the first winner Fang Wanji flying high, I can't help thinking: Isn't it 95 points? I'm only four points less than you, huh! With my clever brain, I will definitely surpass you next time.
The next day, I was intoxicated with the joy of third place. But I didn't study hard. So in the next unit exam, I failed to surpass him as I thought. Look at the red "86" on the paper. My heart is as sad as being dug a knife. Seeing him sneaking around me-the Mr. Fang Wanji I want to catch up with, I can only regret and blame myself. I hate myself for not trying to realize my catch-up plan.
The failure of this exam is undoubtedly a great blow to me. I dare not take it lightly anymore. I studied hard and learned how to find and solve problems. Finally, God pays off, and I surpassed my opponent Fang Wanji by 5 points in the third unit exam. Looking at this test paper, I am excited and excited. Not only because this is the first time I have surpassed him, but also because I understand that only through hard work can I achieve excellent results.
Before, the word failure never belonged to me. I have been living in the aura of success. For me, the exam is to cast the first golden signboard. Everyone has always thought that I would not have any worries, but who really knows me! I thought that the god of happiness was always attached to me, until one day I discovered that it was not the case. I will still fail.
Some time before the exam, I had to say that I was impetuous. I take part in various activities of my classmates and shuttle around my friends on holidays just for one thing-let others know that I am fine, and don't think that I don't pay attention to them. Although my goal has been achieved, the price is still very heavy. I was left behind for the first time! At the moment I got my report card, I froze and looked at the declining grades. At this moment, my heart was still, as if all my thoughts had died at that moment.
That failure really hurt me deeply, and I have unspeakable pain in my heart. Nevertheless, in the eyes of others, I still want to remain strong, because I have always been a pine tree bent by heavy snow in front of people! Before the reality happened, I thought about today's failure, but people who have never experienced it always beautify the pain, and so do I. At that time, I just easily thought that failure would bring me more motivation and make me praise that failure is the mother of success! I didn't expect that I would be so vulnerable when the real disaster came.
Facing the first failure, I admit that I still can't get rid of the prediction that "women are made of water". I cried and cried out the pain that had been in my heart for a long time. Crying can never be the key to solving problems, I know, but I have to say that crying is a way to release feelings.
Of course it's normal. After all the emotions are released, it is also essential to calm down and correctly think about the reasons for this loss of strength. I also realized my own shortcomings and realized that I should correct them. But what I can't understand is why my parents can't forgive me. Is an exam report card really more important than a daughter? As for this, why did you put the sign "You are useless" on me? When I am on the verge of failure and despair, I need the support of others, not cynicism.
It's been some time since that exam, and the next exam is coming soon. I want to take this opportunity to prove to you that I can do it! I really don't want to have another failed experience! I still shudder when I think of myself when I faced failure. It's hard to be beaten like this for the first time. At first, I felt embarrassed to meet people. I feel embarrassed in class. I feel that others will laugh at me for my failure, and my unbeaten record has been broken. On weekdays, I am like a chirping sparrow, but I don't want to laugh. I think laughter is the winner's right, but I don't have this qualification, because I have become a weak loser. But then I thought, life has to go on, and suppressing yourself blindly is not the solution to the problem. So after a winter vacation of self-adjustment, on the surface, I went back to the past, but deep down, the shadow could not be erased. Do you think I am heavy? I think so myself. But helpless, hey! ~
Facing the indisputable fact that has passed, all I can do now is to accept and change it through hard work. Now I support the belief in my heart, and the future will still be good! There must be a rainbow after the storm! But will my rainbow really appear? I laughed at my hypocritical self-consolation. Who can really understand me?
Sunshine is everywhere. It dances on the Eiffel Tower, it climbs Mount Everest, it visits the Great Wall of Wan Li, it shines on the Nile, it kisses the Statue of Liberty, it is stored in the Book of Songs, it shines on the torch of the ancient Greek Olympic Games, and it jumps with beautiful songs. ...
Facing the sunshine, I felt excited and lost.
Because, sunshine tells me: Yesterday has passed, don't sum up the merits and demerits, gains and losses, joys and sorrows compared with yesterday; A new day has begun. We should work hard, cherish the present and make good use of this new day. Sunshine gives me the motivation to work hard and the courage to stand up again, so I will feel sincerely excited.
However, at the same time, the sunshine is also hinting at me: time passes by day in front of my eyes, and the years pass by me mercilessly. I lost a day that I should have, a day that I should have cherished, and a day that I should have worked hard. As a result, an inexplicable sense of loss arises spontaneously.
The rising sun-full of vigor and vitality;
Afternoon sun-unrestrained enthusiasm, shining with blazing light;
The sun sets-bright red as fire, colorful;
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What sunshine gives me the most is my persistent efforts and unswerving enterprising spirit. No matter whether the front is full of thorns or difficulties, I will fight for my ideal. No matter how many failures I have experienced, I will continue to make unremitting progress towards my goal like sunshine.
I don't know when a ray of sunshine shines on my bedside through the glass. I woke up from my dream and stood in front of the window-I saw a new sun slowly rising into the sky, penetrating thick clouds and dyeing beautiful clouds red, trying to go up and up. ...
So I regrouped my bags, dusted off my body, replaced the illusion of the past with dignity, and left a deep mark under my feet with firmness. Go forward bravely, face forward, meet the glory of life without regrets, and create the fiery red of life.
I looked up at the sun. ...
Five, choose one.