This Monday night, I succeeded in my sixth grade composition 1. When I got home, I was listless, and sometimes I was in a daze for no reason. No, not sometimes, but all the time, just like a dream. I feel weak all over, and I don't even have the strength to hold a pen, but I keep telling myself that I must stick to it, or I will be beaten again if I don't do it, but I have no strength at all. I have been telling myself, strong, strong, finally picked up a pen and began to do my homework. It took a long time to finish math. When I was doing my homework, I wrote for a while, stayed for a while, and almost got naked. My stomach hurts like hell, and sweat keeps running down my forehead, writing and writing. In a daze, a mist appeared in front of me, slowly coming towards me and coming over. ...
When I woke up, I realized that I had just fainted. My mother quickly took me to see a doctor. The doctor said I was going to collapse. I took the doctor's advice, intravenous drip and medicine.
Although, this is just a process of getting sick. But for me, this is a process of fighting against the disease and a successful process, at least in spirit.
I succeeded in the sixth grade. I remember when I was in the first grade, I saw my big brothers and sisters playing badminton on the playground and seeing their skillful movements. I am also addicted to badminton. At my request, my mother bought me a badminton racket and my sister volunteered to be my "coach".
One Sunday morning, my sister and I came to a clearing. At first, I couldn't serve. My sister taught me patiently. She said to me, "when serving, the center of the racket should be in a straight line with the ball." Put the ball first, watch the ball, and then hit it with a racket, so that you can play high and far. " Sister said, throw the ball into the sky gently, hit it steadily with a racket in your right hand, and the ball flew towards me. It's easy for me to see my sister serve so easily. According to her appearance, I threw the ball up and gave it a good swing. Just when I was filled with joy, I thought: I must have made a good start, but the ball returned to my feet after falling freely in the air. It turns out that my racket didn't touch the ball There are ten thousand unconvinced people in my heart. I practiced serving again and again, and finally passed the ball to my sister. Ah, I learned to serve! My sister praised me for learning fast, and my heart was sweeter than drinking honey! Sister said, "Let's have a try." I said yes. At first, my sister sent it to me with a flick of the ball. At this moment, I immediately rushed over with a hard clap and the ball flew over again. My sister seized the opportunity to smash. I ran past with a step, but I was still one step behind and missed. Let me serve at this time, I deliberately sent the ball to my sister's left. My sister made a sharp turn, took a good look at the ball, waved the racket, and the ball flew towards me in a beautiful arc ... In this way, in the long run, my skills became more and more powerful.
"I made it! I succeeded! " I'm jumping with joy. I am very happy, not only because I have learned to play badminton, but also because I have learned that some things are easy for others to do, but it is difficult for me to do, just like playing badminton. You must study hard and practice hard to master some skills.
I made it. On the road of life, it is often full of thorns and bumps, and no one's life is completely smooth. Life is like a play. If there is no orgasm, how can it be interesting? Growing up, I encountered many difficulties, such as: I couldn't learn to ride a bike, quarreled with others, didn't know how to make up for it, and didn't do well in the math exam. When I met these setbacks in my life, I felt as if I had fallen into hell. There are many demons around me who advise me to give up. I'm in hell. I can't get up.
Napoleon once said, "There is no word' difficult' in my dictionary." But I couldn't learn math in the fifth grade. I think Napoleon's dictionary is a broken dictionary! When I was studying mathematics, I didn't dare to ask questions I didn't understand, so many questions were half-baked, so my exam results could only be described as "terrible". At that time, I felt that my math was finished, so I began to lose heart and give up on myself. In the dark abyss all day, I can't see a ray of light.
However, after entering the sixth grade, I decided to work hard and change the status quo so as to give my mother a beautiful report card as a gift at the end of the semester. So I pay more attention to class, do my homework more attentively than before, and review hard. When I meet something I don't understand, I try my best to ask the teacher, so that I can master it. Finally, in the mid-term exam, my math paper got a high score of 95 points. Not only was my mother happy, but I also flew straight from the abyss of hell to heaven, surrounded by a group of lovely little angels, playing various musical instruments and congratulating me. I am in a very happy mood. I kept saying to myself, "I made it!" "
From this experience of learning mathematics, I once again learned the truth of Napoleon's words. There is a saying: "God helps those who help him." Indeed, so now I agree with what he said from the bottom of my heart. Next time you encounter difficulties, don't lose heart at first, but go all out, so that no matter how big the difficulties are, they can be solved smoothly.
I succeeded in the sixth grade composition article 4 "Dream is a ladder. With it, you can climb to the top of life, as long as you never give up …" I silently thought about what my mother once told me, filled with emotion …
When I was a child, I was crazy about music. I remember in the second grade, the music teacher taught us to play the clarinet. The unique and beautiful voice attracted me firmly at once. I begged my mother to buy me a clarinet, too. The flute kept playing all day, not to mention how happy I was. Soon, I had a bigger idea: I want to play the flute, because it is more professional and has a better voice. My mother finally bought me a flute and hired me a good flute teacher.
The days with the flute really fly by. Two years later, I was blown to Grade 7, and my mother signed me up for the entrance examination. At that time, it was just a hot summer. I commute to my home and flute tutorial school by bike every day, and it takes me 50 minutes on the way. Coupled with three hours of intensive training every day, I was so hot that I gradually became irritable. Finally, one day, while practicing a monotonous tune, I couldn't help but burst out and shouted at my mother who was cooking: "How boring!" " Playing flute every day, riding a bike in the sun and doing a lot of homework, I can't stand it! "My mother came over and touched my head, wiped the tears from my eyes and said," Son, didn't you like music since you were a child and want to be a musician? "Remember, a dream is a ladder, with which you can climb to the top of your life, as long as you never give up!" Looking at my mother's eyes full of understanding and encouragement, I gradually calmed down and lost in thought. Never give up. Yes, whatever you do, you can't give up halfway if you want to succeed! Don't I practice hard every day just to get into the ninth grade? Now that we have reached level seven, how can we give up easily? ! That night, I thought a lot.
The next day, I appeared in the flute training class again. The former boredom disappeared, replaced by patience and perseverance. I regard the flute as my bosom friend and take it out whenever I have something to do.
How time flies! The day of the grade examination has finally arrived. I walked confidently into the examination room, and the etudes, scales and songs were done in one go, which was beyond my level. Half a month later, I came back with a seven-level certificate. Mom gave me a thumbs-up and I smiled. My heart is sweeter than eating honey, and I succeeded again!
The prime time flowed away with laughter and hard work, but the successful experience that happened two years ago made me unforgettable. Because I understand that dreams need hard support. Yes, as long as we never give up, our dreams will come true
Sixth grade composition 5 I succeeded. On June 1 this year, the school held a painting, calligraphy and handwritten newspaper competition. I took part in the painting and calligraphy competition and won the first prize and the second prize. The teacher praised me, my classmates cast envious eyes, and my parents were proud of me. I am extremely happy about this: I succeeded!
I like painting since I was a child. This is my interest, but I don't like writing. My handwriting is not good. My mother wants me to learn calligraphy. So every Saturday and Sunday, I will go to the Youth Palace to attend calligraphy training and learn to practice calligraphy. At first, I couldn't even hold the brush, but I was even more flustered and nervous when I wrote. Later, the teacher encouraged me and taught me by hand. Gradually, I became interested. If others practice it once, I will write it three or five times, or even ten times. I have been practicing while others are playing games. In this way, I never liked it and turned it into a hobby. I was never good at writing and made great progress in writing until I won the prize.
I think, hard work pays off, and heaven rewards hard work!
I made it. The eagle soaring in the vast sky must have experienced the pain of falling off the cliff countless times before forging a pair of soaring wings. A bright pearl must have experienced countless times of peristalsis of clam shells and polished by countless storms before it can shine. Similarly, a truly successful person will stand up again after countless falls.
One day in the summer vacation, the weather was hot, and the sun jumped up and down overhead, making you sweat like the Yellow River, like taking a hot bath.
"Son, let's take a hot bath, shall we?" When I heard that I was going to take a hot bath, I immediately felt refreshed. I said excitedly, "Really?" Great, take me there quickly! "I was in a hurry to prepare clothes, and my father took me to the swimming pool. At first, crystal clear water came into view, and many children and adults were swimming happily.
I immediately took off my clothes and jumped into the water, but I can't swim. I suddenly sank into the water. I accidentally opened my mouth and was welcomed by a lot of water. I drank a lot of water at once. My father looked at me and said, "Swimming is not like this. You have to keep paddling with your hands! " Try again. I took my father's advice and really got better. After an hour of practice, I finally learned to swim.
I succeeded in swimming this time.
I made it. Everyone will have a successful experience, and every success is joyful. I have succeeded many times. But in my memory, the most profound thing is the first success, which was a hundred times happier than all the subsequent successes.
It was an eight-year-old day, and I was sitting on the ground playing with building blocks. Every time I make a mistake, the building blocks fall off, so I want to learn from the more studious bike I remember, because every time I watch my father go to work, I ride a bike, not to mention how fast it is.
"Dad, I want to buy ... that ... bike!" I stammered to my father.
"What's the matter, want to learn to ride a bike? You little boy, you just bought the building blocks for you, and you can't play with them for a long time. Do you have the patience to learn to ride a bike? " Dad seems to read my mind at a glance.
"I'm sure I can hold on, dad." I slowly lowered my head and said.
"all right." After that, my father went downstairs with him, came to my bike and took it home.
I took my helmet out of the box, put it on my head, buttoned it, put on my knee pads, and went to the empty Humen Park with my father and began to practice.
Dad put me on the bike first and let me teach myself for a while, but I accidentally stepped on the bike and it began to move forward! I had to step on more feet to keep my balance, but as it was my first time riding, I didn't master the skills. I fell on the mud, not to mention how miserable it was, but I didn't lose heart and took the last failure as the driving force this time. Finally, I mastered the skills, kept my balance and rode for about 50 meters. I finally tasted the joy of success.
In this first success, I tasted the first joy in my life.