I remember that night, there was lightning and thunder outside the house, and a series of ferocious cracks were opened by lightning. The heavy rain beat the delicate grass mercilessly, and even the bamboo shoots that had just poked their heads were indented into the soil. The room was quiet, but only the ticking bell and endless reprimands could be heard.
3. "how come it's like this again! Look at the last grade, how can it be so much worse? " Father's eyebrows were wrinkled like being cut by an axe, and the stubble that came out shook with anger. I silently grabbed the paper in the corner. "Why don't you talk? Answer! " My hand trembled slightly and moved forward, slowly flattening the deformed test paper that had been ravaged. Looking at the bright red score, I shed tears unwillingly and landed on the paper with a click, wetting the unclear score. Father came quickly, grabbed the crumpled paper and threw it on the ground. He is like a boiling kettle. I dare not forgive him for fear that it will explode. I shook my head feebly: it's all in vain anyway. I grabbed the red pen and smeared it on the paper aimlessly.
Open the window, a breeze blows. After the rainstorm, bamboo shoots are still taking root and sprouting. He never gave up his wish, but what about me? I was frustrated by an exam. I held the pen, as if it had passed, and there was an imperceptible smile on my mouth. Even plants can be so sure. Why can't I? No matter how hard you work, you can't make progress in your studies. Does this mean that I haven't worked hard enough? Not only a smile.
Since then, I have never slacked off and made more progress. Whenever I recall the past, I think of the budding bamboo shoots. Therefore, my wish will always be kept in mind, and I hope to make continuous progress and persevere. If you want to be better, you should regard yourself as an opponent and surpass yourself. One day, we will reap the fruits of progress.
6. Desire is like a lighthouse, illuminating me. Like navigation, guide me forward.