I wrote that there was a new head teacher in my class, and I became an unknown student, sitting in the corner of the classroom.
There are some students who love to preach in the front row. They always like to brag about themselves in front of their teachers, but they look down on me. The teacher didn't pay much attention to me either.
I was so depressed that I began to want to break the jar.
Until my father patiently taught me the story that the more empty the carriage, the louder the noise. A bird that can sing is not necessarily a good bird.
So I began to work hard silently, and their ostentatious voice was still in my ears, while I was silently waiting to prove everything.
Finally, I got a score to explain myself. You can start like this:
Xxx, tell me how you got good grades. The teacher asked.
XXX started his conversation with a proud tolerance on his face. It can end like this:
When the exam results were handed out, I saw the surprise and admiration in the eyes of teachers and classmates.
The teacher looked at me, the silent child, the almost neglected child, and then asked: Tell us how you got good grades.
I won't say much, so I have to repeat my father's story.
"The more empty the carriage, the louder the noise." I said, "Silence is just waiting to prove everything with strength."