What I remember most is the composition contest that day.
That day, I came to the competition with confidence, only to see that the students who usually write the best compositions came back with their heads down, and I thought to myself: It's over, even he came back like this.
My writing level is more average. What should I do? Just as I was deep in thought, the sound of the radio interrupted my train of thought. I listened to the radio calling my name and walked into the meeting.
Looking at the topic "unforgettable things" on the note, I can't help but feel happy. This is my best composition. I picked up a pen and wrote quickly, writing down what I was most satisfied with. When the composition was handed in, I began to wait for the prize, listening to my ranking on the radio-second place. Holding the medal, I cried with joy. Although I didn't get the first place, there was a lot of effort behind the second place and a lot of teachers' guidance.
Although it has been a long time, I still remember it vividly.