The year before last, my mother gave me a piano band 6 exam, but I failed because of too many pronunciation mistakes and insufficient proficiency. Last year, my mother gave me a piano band 6 exam, and changed my teacher, giving me a dead order: I must pass the piano band 6 this year, or I will be at my own risk! Helpless, I had to start my "devil's piano practice plan"
First of all, I increased the practice time from the previous 1 hour to 4 hours. On average, I practice one hour for each tune, half an hour for each scale, 20 times for each tune and 30 times for each scale. I still have to practice until my hands are sore. This practice lasted for two months, and finally it was time for the exam.
In the grade examination, there are six of us in an examination room, and the order is decided by drawing lots. I was unlucky and got 1. I paid tribute to the judges and started my performance "Practice Area in G Minor". Then a miracle happened: beautiful and rhythmic music suddenly flowed from my magical fingertips. I am surprised: I have never found myself playing so well! Look at the judges again, they seem to be intoxicated by my piano sound and have a very comfortable expression on their faces. When I finished playing, the judges all showed satisfied expressions and wrote something on the paper with a pen ... There is no doubt that I passed the exam. So far, I have passed level 7 and am preparing to March to level 8. The success of the sixth grade made me understand a truth: diligence makes the road to success, and sweat makes the sweet fruit.
Everyone has had the joy of success, and I am no exception, that is, taking part in the "Olympic English Exhibition Board Competition" and winning the first prize.
On June 5438+February last year, the school held the "Olympic English Exhibition Contest" to welcome the 14th English Festival, and all the students in our class responded positively. I also made up my mind to make exhibition boards carefully and win glory for our class.
Of course, if you want to succeed, you must pay first. The next day is Saturday. After finishing my homework, I put all my energy into making exhibition boards. First, I collected the information of the 2008 Beijing Olympic Games from the computer, but there were so many Olympic information on the computer that I was confused and didn't know which to choose. I think: this is an "Olympic English exhibition board", and of course we should promote the Olympics around the Olympic theme. Therefore, I set the title of the exhibition board as "Welcome the Olympics, innovate the wind". In terms of content, I chose three parts: the logo pattern of the 2008 Beijing Olympic Games, popularizing knowledge and "Fuwa learning English". After the idea was completed, I drew a sketch on a piece of white paper and asked my grandfather to give me some advice. After reading it, my grandfather felt that the layout was limited and too much content would be a bit messy. I suggest that the layout should focus on the key points and put the Olympic logo in the center of the layout so that people can know it at a glance. I adjusted the content and layout, because the school held an "English exhibition board", of course, the exhibition board should be in English, but my English level is obviously not good, so I had to ask my grandfather to help me translate all Chinese into English to form a Chinese-English contrast. At this time, grandma came over with a smile and said, "You really forgot to eat and sleep. Time for lunch! " "At this time, I suddenly felt that my stomach was really growling.
I ate my meal in a hurry, and then drew a sample before I asked my grandparents for advice. Everyone thinks this picture is very good. With everyone's affirmation, I am more confident. According to the sample content, I enlarged, colored, selected paper and printed it on the computer drawing board, and then carefully cut and pasted it. After more than a day's efforts, a colorful, rich and vivid "Olympic English Exhibition Board" was finally produced. I look around, not to mention how happy I am.
On Monday, I gave the exhibition to my teacher with confidence. After the selection, the school announced the list of winners, and I won the first prize. Hi! I made it! Through this, I understand that no matter what I do, I will succeed as long as I work hard!
There is always a moment when hungry birds fly out of their warm and comfortable nests for the first time, and there is always a moment when babbling children learn to walk for the first time. After all, there were many firsts when I entered youth, but what I remember most is the first time I solved a math problem independently.
On this day, the weather is clear and sunny, and the rich fragrance of osmanthus is refreshing. After finishing my homework, I want to go out to play. But as soon as I crossed the threshold, my father stopped me. He said seriously, "Have you finished your homework?" "It's done." I said confidently. "Then don't count the Olympics." "This ````````, good ``````" I replied falteringly. So, I picked up a book and a pen and did it casually.
The first few questions are very simple. I did it three times, five times and twice, but I couldn't do it for the last time. This problem seems quite simple, but it is actually very complicated. I took a pen, kept calculating in the draft book, and kept turning around in my mind, desperately thinking: there is some water in a container, and 2/7 of the water is poured out, and the remaining water weighs 7.2kg together with the container. Then pour out the remaining 2/3 of the water. At this time, the total weight of water and container is 65438+ 0/3 of the original weight of water and container. How many kilograms of water were there in the original container? So now the water is 5/2 1, what should I do later? I scratched my head, thought hard and racked my brains, still like a headless fly, with no clue. I thought for a long time and almost gave up several times, but I was still unwilling. I carefully observe every condition and carefully analyze the meaning of every sentence. I am eager to find some clues in every sentence I read, but I can't figure it out. Just as I was about to give up, my father's words rang in my ear: "History cannot be rewritten. We need to write it down. Never say give up. " Yes, I can't even solve this small problem. How can I write history? So, I cheered up again and tried to think about the answer to this question: the current water is 5/2 1 of the original water, so 5/2 1 of water plus a container is equal to the original water plus a container multiplied by 1/3. If so, then 5/7 of water plus a container is equal to the original water plus a container. Divide 7.2 by 6/7 to get the original weight of water. "Oh, I made it! I made it! I finally solved it. " I cried happily.
Then it suddenly occurred to me that there is no mystery in the world that can't be solved. As long as you observe carefully, be good at thinking and persevere, you will have an unparalleled power-knowledge.
Did you get a look at him? The bird in the tree also fell many times before learning to fly.
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How can you see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain? No matter what you do, you can only succeed if you work hard.
Success is a word that some people have and some people fantasize about. At that moment, I really felt the joy of success.
In the third grade, I dare not raise my hand to speak. I dare not raise my hand in class every time, for fear that I can't speak well. Because of this, the teacher always calls me up to answer questions in class, and I always prevaricate. Finally, one day I was called to the office, and the teacher said to me, "You should speak boldly. If you make a mistake, the teacher will not say you. " I just nodded hesitantly. In the next class, I still didn't dare to raise my hand Gradually, I found that it was no good going on like this. How to understand knowledge without raising your hand? So I go home every day, and I add an assignment for myself: reading the text to my parents. At first, the voice was not very loud, and reading was not very emotional. Later, at my mother's suggestion, I read the voice a little louder and felt a little more emotional. So day after day, my mother said to me, "Today, your aunt is here. Please read it to her." I nodded timidly. It was the first time that I read to people other than my parents. Soon, my aunt came and my mother handed me the book. I think my heart is about to jump out. I picked up the book nervously, and my mouth seemed to be blocked by something, and I couldn't make a sound at all. I gritted my teeth and read it stiffly, with a voice as low as a mosquito's hum. I glanced at my mother and aunt. It seems that a pair of warm hands have pulled me out of the tense predicament and led me to the light. Slowly, the more I read, the more energetic I became, and I was no longer afraid. I can't help reading aloud, because at this moment, I have understood that in the face of my fears, I must believe and go forward to win the final victory. When I put down the book in my hand, my mother and aunt immediately applauded me. "It's really good to read." Aunt said that my heart was as sweet as honey at that time, really, and later I realized that it was a feeling of success!
After that, my courage grew bigger and bigger. In an open class, the teacher asked a question and no one in the class answered. The teacher's eyes scanned uneasily among the students. I raised my hand confidently, and the teacher was slightly younger. I won everyone's applause fluently.
Later, my reading was also affirmed by everyone. Yes, there will be a rainbow after the storm, and there will be success. On the wide lawn, I shouted to the sky in my heart: I succeeded!
Is this enough?
I hope it helps you.