This is really a "timely help"! I couldn't wait to cut it with a knife. My mother stopped me and said, "Wait! If you can cut the watermelon into 9 pieces with 4 knives, you can feast your eyes, otherwise ... you can only' look at the melon and sigh'! "
Ah, test me again? Having such a "tireless mother" is really the misfortune of my brain cells. Looking at the chilling watermelon, I can only swallow saliva and finish my mother's "four knives and eight pieces" puzzle first.
I took a pen and paper, drew a circle first, filled in the word "meter" and counted it. Not enough, only 8 yuan. After thinking hard for a while, I rewrote the word "30" No, it's still 8 yuan!
"Well, mom, why do you have to divide it into nine pieces? Can't I eat less? If we wait any longer, the coolness of this iced watermelon will be gone. " I muttered, scratching my head and looking at my father for help, but my father ignored me at all and said to my mother, "this watermelon takes up too much space in the refrigerator." I remember when I was a child in the country, there was an indigenous method of ice watermelon, which was to hang watermelon in a well with a net bag, which was a natural big refrigerator ... "
In the well? I had a brainwave, picked up a pen and wrote a big word "hmm" Count it, no more, no less, exactly nine dollars!
"Mom, I made it!" I was ecstatic and showed it to my mother. My mother glared at my father and smiled and said to me, "Yes, although some people make small moves, your brain is turning fast enough." Dad smiled, and I smiled shyly.
I cut the watermelon, one for my mother and one for my father, and finally picked up a piece and tasted it carefully, tasting the taste of success.
I tasted success. 2. The delicacy of vegetable soup needs careful preparation, the refreshing of records needs brave competition, the breakthrough of cases needs wisdom and courage to open, and the penetration of hard rocks needs persistent pondering. Isn't that what success requires? Seriously, bravely, intelligently and persistently, after all, there is more than that. With such precious spiritual wealth, success is not far away.
You can't live without success. I also tasted its endless aftertaste. Recently, due to illness, my physical fitness has gradually declined, and the final exam in physical education class is approaching, so I have a fear of physical education exams. What is daunting is not other events, but skipping rope. I always thought it was impossible to dance 90 times in half a minute. In the first actual combat, I failed to escape. In the second actual combat, I was only six or seven from the passing line. If I insist halfway, I can get it back. In order to pass, I basically keep practicing every day, and I only jumped 70 times a few times. Gradually, my heart is breaking. When the teacher practices with me, pay attention to the essentials of action and concentrate. Even if he does what he is taught, he can't change his posture and can only concentrate. In the third actual combat, the weather really didn't help anyone, and there was a strong wind. It is difficult to jump rope at this time. I didn't have confidence at first, but the first ten seconds were smooth sailing. Try not to let the rope hook my feet. Thirty seconds is too long. At the last second, I only remember jumping 100 times-indicating success.
Success is not 100, but 30 seconds of persistence and seriousness. At that time, all my beliefs were blown away by the wind, and all my hopes were dispelled. In despair, I can't help thinking that success has left. My last thought rests on the sentence "Overcome God". Only by persistence and seriousness can we recall the hope of being abandoned. Even if it is doomed to failure, it is doomed to success. That success brought me a real insight into life. Persistence and seriousness are like left arm and right arm, which is the joy and pride of entrepreneurial success. Success makes my mood ripple, success makes my belief firm, and success makes me energetic. This is the most wonderful, useful and fascinating taste of success!
If you want to taste the taste of success, you must rely on hard work and more spiritual wealth, so that the taste of success is the most beautiful for yourself.
I tasted success. In our life, there are all kinds of tastes: joys and sorrows, ups and downs ... this time, I realized the taste of success.
I remember that in the summer vacation of the second day of junior high school, I was studying hard for the Samsung oral test, and finally got an excellent score of 8 to 8 in August of that year.
I was very excited when an examiner knocked down a bright red five-pointed star on one of my projects. When the exam is over and the admission ticket is full of stars, there are voices of envy and praise all around. Teachers and students congratulated each other, and parents passing by exclaimed, "Ah, this child is really amazing, he is over 8 years old!" One of my teachers even took a picture of me as a souvenir. I am proud and excited, looking for my mother everywhere in the crowd, and I can't wait to share my heart with her.
When I got home, I was so excited that I took off my shoes before washing my hands. I ran to my father's study and shouted, "Dad, my Samsung oral test has passed Grade 8!" " "Later, I also grabbed the phone and told my grandparents about the news in Nanjing. ...
When I slowly recalled the joy of success, I also recalled the scene when I was preparing for the exam ... In order to pass the exam, my mother asked about the exam skills, searched the Internet for simulation questions, and found other friends to practice together. Once, we studied from 8 am to 7 pm and got dizzy when we stood up. I was ready to give up again and again, a tear of frustration, and my mother's encouragement made me regain my confidence ... these scenes came to my mind again.
Yes, no pains, no gains Only hard work can succeed. Success is not only a recognition, but also a beginning, leading to the temple of knowledge!
I tasted success. Failure is the mother of success. -inscription
I was lazy in primary school, and I was far behind those "top students" in my studies. Although teachers and parents keep doing ideological work for me, it still doesn't help, and my academic performance is getting worse day by day.
Soon, I won the title of "first place", but I came last, and my self-esteem was severely hit: my classmates rejected me, my teachers taught me, and my parents criticized me. From then on, my study took a major turning point-I returned to the Jianghu, determined to be invincible all over the world. I changed my playing time to studying: discussing problems with my classmates after school, doing homework overtime at night and reviewing lessons, and going to self-study classes on Saturday and Sunday ... I really went through "hardships" in order to get the title of "true first place"! In the unit exam, I didn't get the title of "first place" as I hoped. I am extremely lost in my heart and really want to give up. Looking at the blue sky, I feel how far success is from me! On second thought, I know I can't give up, I have already gone on. Then I insist that the sunshine is always after the rain, and I believe there will be a rainbow.
In a blink of an eye, the "Wulin Conference" began, and heroes from all walks of life followed. I feel horrible. The horn of the game blew ... a few days later, the result of the game came out, and I was in a hurry, repeating the scene of success in my mind. At this time, the whole audience was silent, and the teacher was the first to announce my name, the first one! My mood at the moment can't be described in words. I made it! I made it!
After that, my academic performance was among the best in my class, and my parents, teachers and classmates all looked at me with new eyes. Students came to me to solve problems that I didn't understand, and I realized the taste of success.
Nothing in the world is difficult for one who sets his mind to it.
I tasted success. On the road of our growth, we will certainly experience all kinds of things and taste the ups and downs. In the first grade, I tasted success.
I remember it was 8: 30 in the morning, and I hurried to the place where I painted with a brush, because I was going to participate in the "Art Competition". The teacher who teaches me drawing is called Hu Wenjing. What is the title of our painting this time? Beautiful maple leaf? Mr. Hu spent a lot of time explaining a lot of painting knowledge and skills, teaching me to draw that painting well and encouraging me to take the fifth exam.
The day passed quickly, and both Mr. Hu and I were exhausted, but the thought of tomorrow's game made us fidgety. After returning home, some students who want to take part in the competition come to our home to play. Some of them are eating candy, some are reading books, some are doing their homework, and they look carefree. I can't help asking them, "Are you ... not nervous"? They all said they were not nervous. On the day of the game, I was even more nervous. My heart is like a rabbit, and my heart will jump out. At this moment, it reminds me of a sentence: Nothing is difficult in the world. Slowly, my heart finally calmed down and finished the game.
On the way home, I kept thinking: will it be bad, will it disappoint the teacher, and will it fail to achieve the goal? I was anxious, waiting for the result to come out, and the result finally came. To my great surprise, I won the first prize, a trophy and a certificate.
From that painting, I finally tasted the taste of success! The taste of success is really beautiful. At the same time, I also understand a truth: where there is a will, there is a way.
I tasted success. In my opinion, the joy of success is incomparable to other feelings. Today, I tasted success.
Today is the day when my double-layer smokeless baked sweet potato stove was tested. In fact, "smokeless" means adding a kitchen cloth on the chimney to filter out the ash and make the smoke clean. I nervously packed the sweet potatoes, packed the corn cob, closed the oven door, pressed the button and lit the fire! The flame came out of the nozzle like a hungry beast. It caught fire as soon as it touched the corn cob. In a few seconds, the fire went out.
Is it the ventilation?
I obviously opened the valve!
When I saw it, it turned out that the corncob blocked the valve and oxygen could not enter. I pushed the corn cob away, put a shelf under it and lit it. It was the valve. The fire has been burning this time. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew and the leaves in the yard danced like golden butterflies.
Huh?
Why did the fire go out again?
I'll watch the valve, no problem!
I feel very confused. As soon as I opened the oven door, a burst of black smoke came out with a burning smell, which scared me to close the door and cover my nose and flee from the scene. When the smoke dispersed, I went back and saw that the smoke outlet was blocked by leaves. I cleaned the leaves, but it still didn't work.
"What's the matter?" I thought to myself.
Oh, it turns out that the cloth is too dirty. Dirt blocks the gap between the fibers, so the air can't come out. Finally, I changed a clean cloth.
Make a fire. I'm so nervous, I'm afraid of another problem.
I don't know how long it took, a wisp of fragrance overflowed-it worked!
I ate the sweet potato in my hand and was very happy.
I finally got a taste of success.
I tasted success. 7 success is the flame burning in your heart, igniting your enthusiasm. Success is a beautiful melody that stimulates your potential; Success is a sweet cake that makes you feel happy. That time, I also tasted the taste of success.
When I was in kindergarten, several students in our class participated in the speech contest in the city on behalf of the school. Teacher Zhai is my training teacher and our head teacher. In the usual rehearsal, she always supervises, guides me from time to time, points out my shortcomings, and makes me learn a lot and make my speech better.
There are only a few days before the game, and several of us are also rehearsing hard for fear of losing. However, at this critical moment, my voice was hoarse! The voice was not as loud as before, and I was so anxious that I began to cry. These days' efforts are all in vain. Teacher Zhai has always attached great importance to me, and my classmates are encouraging me, but now I'm hoarse, and no matter how I say it, I won't rank well again. I will live up to everyone's expectations of me. I really don't know what to do. I went to Mr. Zhai with red eyes and explained the situation to Mr. Zhai. I can see that Teacher Zhai is also in a hurry, but she still gently touched my head and said, "Be good, don't cry, as long as we protect our voice and rehearse in a planned way in the rest of the time, the teacher believes that we can succeed!" "hmm!" I looked at Teacher Zhai and nodded. In the next few days, I drank water desperately and rehearsed moderately. Finally, my voice improved, almost returning to the original loud and clear. I won't mention how excited I am!
Now, I am standing in the spotlight with confidence, looking at the audience in front of me and showing the most beautiful smile. Among many eyes, I found the brightest one-my teacher Zhai, who was looking at me and smiling at me. I nodded to her and started my speech with the loudest and clearest voice.
Finally, I succeeded!
The sunshine is always after the storm, and the taste of success is like coffee. The entrance is bitter, gradually, you will taste its sweetness.
I tasted success. Everything has a taste, ups and downs, everything. People taste it with endless aftertaste, but have you ever tasted success? Today I finally know how happy I am when I succeed.
I was a poor student and didn't win many prizes at the end of the term. However, this farewell ceremony surprised me.
The school break-up ceremony began and the whole school sat together. First of all, a policeman will talk about traffic safety knowledge and ask us to live safely in the summer vacation. Then tell the principal ... ah! Finally, it's time to issue certificates. I hope to win an award! But my grades are not good, and I won't get the certificate for nothing. The more I think about it, the less confident I am. "Here is the excellent class award ... and then this award is ..." The more she said, the more I thought, "I definitely haven't won this award."
After a long time, I said dozens of awards. "The final winner is the national 1+ 1 composition award" "Wow! Such an advanced prize is definitely not mine. There seems to be no certificate this semester. " I thought to myself. "Are there ... national gold medals, ... national silver medals and ... national bronze medals ..." My name was suddenly called and I was surprised when I stopped. I thought to myself: I am hearing voices, or she ordered it wrong. A series of ideas came to my mind. I paused in the same place first, and then followed the classmate who won the bronze medal to the podium. I am both happy and surprised. The teacher gave me an award certificate, and I was very happy. My composition won the National Bronze Award of 1+ 1, which is the first award-winning certificate in my life. Although this is a bronze award, I think it is very successful to hold it. This kind of taste is more memorable and enjoyable than ups and downs.
I finally tasted success this time. Its taste is more pleasant and desirable than any food. After that, I will definitely work harder, win more awards and taste more success.
I tasted success. Failure is the mother of success, and success comes from unremitting efforts. In the process of learning to ride, I tasted success. This taste of success is really hard to forget.
In the summer vacation of senior one, I couldn't help but want to learn when I saw the children riding bicycles freely. My father was very supportive and bought me a blue bike. The moment I got the car, I couldn't wait to try it. I think riding a bike is very simple. Just sit on the mat and pedal. Unexpectedly, before touching the pedal, the bicycle suddenly lost its balance and fell to the ground. With a bang, I fell on my back, like an overturned turtle, with my knees and hands broken, my blood seeping faintly, and my tears streaming down like a broken pearl. I sat on the ground and cried and said, "I don't want to learn." Dad comforted me: "You can't give up halfway, so you can't do anything." I think: how can a man, a gentleman, stumble over this "small stone" and secretly make up his mind to learn?
A few days later, I volunteered to practice in the school playground. My father grabbed the back of the car for fear that I would fall. I held the handlebar tightly, stepped on the pedal and got on the bus carefully. After sitting down, I walked slowly forward bit by bit. At first, I didn't dare to exert myself, and my body twisted sweetly. The handlebar leans to the left for a while, moves to the right for a while, and the body wobbles. It didn't take long for my palms to sweat. Dad followed the car and reminded him from time to time: look up, relax your hands, don't hold them too tightly, and pay attention to balance. I adjusted it back and forth repeatedly while listening, and the body gradually became better controlled, and the riding distance became longer and longer, and it became easier and easier. Of course, there are deviations and wrestling, but these can't stop my progress. I am more and more confident in my study. I feel a cool breeze floating in the air around me. I am getting faster and faster, and I can't seem to hear the footsteps behind me. I called my father, but no one answered. At this time, I learned to ride a bike. How surprised and happy I am.
It's unbelievable that success came so unconsciously, but I know that only by not giving up, learning from failure and summing up experience can we achieve success.
I tasted success. Some students always say that "success" is a distant dream and hard to touch, but I once tasted the taste of success clearly in a stumbling.
I haven't been in junior high school long. There was a physical education exam, and the teacher asked us to race 800 meters. 800 meters is the distance we do morning exercises every morning. Every day when you run slowly, you are out of breath. The long-distance running exam is too difficult! One week before the exam, my heart was empty all day, and my heart was still pounding until one second before the order was given.
When sixteen or seven students set out together, I was not afraid at all, as if everything around me was gone, and I only had one belief in my heart-winning.
The first two laps ended smoothly. On the third lap, I really wanted to give up. My body seems to be shouting loudly. To be honest, the taste is unforgettable. It was a great pain at that time, but now it will be a sweet memory of my life. I tried to find the truest feeling at that time, that kind of pain, but it really disappeared. This may be because I passed the exam, but I still have many regrets. If it is not the last relaxation, maybe ... I hate this one after another. If things have passed, why blame yourself? In my memory, this will always be a rare success in my life.
I never think that success is easy. If there is no rugged road, how can you feel the pleasure of liberation?
If you are at a loss and hesitant, the best choice is to weave beautiful dreams and bear some pain. As long as you firmly believe that there is sweetness in bitterness, there will always be rewards, which means that success is no longer far away from you. Let's look forward to it with great joy. Although winter is long, the longing for spring can make everything no longer boring.
Let's work together to fill our hearts with sweetness and enjoy the taste of success. That's great.
I tasted success+1 1 On a hot summer day, a ray of sunshine shone on the fiery football field, and now we are going to have a school football match.
The first game is the preliminaries. In the preliminaries, we first played football with Class 6. Everyone thinks, what should I do if I can't play Class 6? But we should remember not to give up. If we win, we should be happy. If we lose, we shouldn't be sad. We should remember a famous saying: failure is the mother of success. After learning from the last experience, there will be good results.
The first game started, and we tried our best to win. It was very dominant at that time. The whole game was played in the other half. Through the sense of unity in passing, we finished the game 3-0 and entered the semi-finals.
The next battle is Class 4, which has always been among the best in our grade. We can play six classes, but not necessarily four!
In the semi-finals, we are all ready for the next four classes. Although we were afraid of losing the ball, I kicked it to the other half like last time, but ... we could only push it to the midfield at most. Of course, a classmate of our team kept shooting, but it was blocked by the goalkeeper, who kicked it with his foot. Then a classmate seized the opportunity, grabbed the ball, shot with one foot and entered the door. We cheered!
Then my teacher said that the ball should be saved until the end, so that we wouldn't attack the defense. In this way, we played the score to the end and we won.
Next, we will meet the final, and we will prepare for the final with the confidence to win. In the final, we all have the determination to stick to the end. First we passed the ball to the opponent's door, and then I scored a goal with the help of my teammates. Next, we are very lucky. The opponent's shot hit the post several times, and we started to fight back and lead by one goal. In the end, we became the champion of this league with 2-0.
From the initial tension to the present self-confidence, we have a sense of pride in our hearts. Our strength of unity and persistence is the guiding light to success.
I tasted success. Whenever I open the drawer and see the red and golden awards, I can't forget the taste of success.
That was when I was in the fifth grade. One day, the teacher said that we would memorize English words soon, and the top five students in the class could go to Chongqing to participate in the competition within 5 minutes. Everyone is happy to hear this.
As soon as school was over, everyone was busy, and some found companions, one looking at the watch and the other writing from memory; Others find a blank piece of paper and write words on it ... I'm trying my best to remember them, but I can't always remember those words. I scold myself for being stupid in my mind.
When I got home, I told my mother about it. Mother thought for a moment and said, "This is a good opportunity for you to show yourself. You have to cheer up! " "I nodded. In the next few days, I asked my mother to urge me to recite words harder.
I finally understand! Dictation I ranked second in my class with the word 104, and got the ticket to the city competition. When I told my mother the good news, my mother smiled and said, "Not bad! However, you have to refuel and try to win the prize in the city! " So, every day after dinner, my mother took the initiative to accompany me, encouraged me to practice English and taught me how to deal with the problems in the competition.
I lived up to my mother's expectations. In the competition, he played beyond expectations, wrote more than 170 words from memory and won the second prize. Don't mention how excited I was when I had the certificate in my hand! I tasted the taste of success, and this taste will always reverberate in my heart. ...
I tasted success. 13 I've always wanted to swim in the water with my friends. Unfortunately, I can't swim yet. In the summer vacation of 20xx, I saw an advertisement promising to learn swimming 10 days. After confirming the safety, I signed up with a classmate.
So the next afternoon, I took goggles, swimming trunks and a series of equipment to report for duty. The coach looked at me and said, go to shallow water for a while first. In the swimming pool, a classmate and I were lying in the swimming ring, watching people swimming around like fish with envy. Seeing them also strengthened my determination to learn swimming.
Soon the coach came and took our swimming ring and said, you can't learn to swim with a swimming ring! . The first two days of our study are the foundation, and my study progress is still relatively fast in my class, but one of my classmates has always been better than me. I am in a hurry and work hard every day. Finally on the fifth day, the coach told us to swim back and forth as little as possible. The first time we both did 24 strokes, the second time I used 20 strokes, and that classmate used 2 1 strokes. I finally passed him, and then we practiced again. I started to learn freestyle, and we were the first to learn freestyle.
In the sixth class, the coach asked me to swim in the deep water area. I shook my head in horror. However, no matter how reluctant I was, the coach dragged me into the deep water area. At that time, my mind was blank and I rushed to the nearest exit. I can't do the breaststroke that the coach taught me. Finally, I fluttered to the exit and escaped quickly.
Later, the coach told us that we can sink in the deep water first, then pedal hard, and then quickly set the breaststroke position to continue swimming. If you can't sink, you can spit out some air in your mouth before sinking, which is easier. I tried it as the coach said, and it was really effective. I practiced another class, and finally in the eighth class, I could play freely and easily with my friends in the deep water area.
After learning to swim, I have an indescribable sweet taste in my heart. Maybe this is the taste of success!
I tasted success. Speaking of the word "success", I believe many people have experienced it. Today I want to tell you my own experience.
The mid-term exam of grade four is coming, and I'm very nervous. I'm afraid I'll fail in the mid-term exam because I haven't studied well recently. The exam results have been distributed. I can't believe my eyes. I actually got 78 points in the exam. I picked up my classmate's paper and checked it over and over again. Yes, I just got 78 points. I came home sadly, and my mother said to me, "it doesn't matter if I fail." This is just an exam. Just try to get a high score in the final exam. " After listening to my mother, I began to review.
I will study hard in the rest of the semester. I don't go there to play after finishing my homework every night like before. Instead, pick up the book and review the content of the day with relish; I am no longer absent-minded in class as before, but listen carefully and take notes in class; I don't answer questions like before, but think carefully and answer questions in class. In a word, I am studying hard now and looking forward to the final exam.
The final exam of grade four is coming, and I am fully prepared for it. After writing the paper, I will use the remaining time to check it again, hoping to get high marks. The results have been published. I can't believe my eyes. I actually got 97 points in the exam. Sure enough, as long as you work hard, the effect you want will appear.
Through this incident, I realized that if I fail, I should be like me, don't give up and be a new self.
I tasted success. 15 How time flies! How time flies! It's the end of June in a blink of an eye. The mock exam is imminent, as if to trap me. I am so scared, because this is the last sprint time and the most important moment.
At school, teachers take pains to talk about classes. A moment is a rampaging number, a moment is flying grammar, and a moment is boring Chinese characters. The teachers talked more and more vigorously, but I was at a loss. After class, I walked out of the classroom and greedily breathed the fresh outdoor air. However, my mood did not relax, followed by a mountain of test papers.
When I came home from school, I thought I could have a good rest, but my parents' nagging and urging forced me to pick up a heavy pen and a thick book and write and write as if I were tireless. Finally, I couldn't write any more, shouting at this monotonous wall: "exam, I hate you!" " "
That day finally came, and I walked into the examination room with a heavy heart. It was like a year after 90 minutes.
The examination room is very quiet. I can only hear the rustling of the pen on the test paper, just like the chewing sound of spring silkworms. After every exam, I am more confused. What if I don't do well in the exam? I imagine the teacher's indifference, classmates' ridicule and parents' disappointment. ...
On the day when the results were announced, the classroom was silent, everyone's breathing was so tense that my heart was in my throat.
Finally, the teacher's words broke the silence: "Li Xinghao, a hundred points." The students responded with warm applause. Many things happen. I made it!
After the exam, I experienced the pain of reviewing, but I also tasted the sweetness of success. Examination, you really make me love and hate the score!
Through this exam, I understand a truth; No pains, no gains, only continuous efforts will eventually succeed!