Chemistry examination room for physical and chemical experiment operation skill examination. There is a classmate standing in front of each experimental desk, who is busy but has an answer. I am one of them. After heating for a period of time, the reagents of the same group of students are all blue, indicating that the sample to be tested is copper oxide. And mine has been cooked several times, and it is still transparent. Although I have a lot of doubts, I decided to respect the experimental facts and fill in "toner" on the test paper.
My hunch came true, and the invigilator successfully approved my paper. After a short stay, he made a big cross on "Toler". Soon, she turned around and wrote "9" on the blackboard.
9 points, my score in the physical and chemical experiment operation skill test is only 9 points, so big and dazzling, but it is so small in that row of "10" points. ...
All the students around me testified that my reagent didn't turn blue. Without saying anything, I hurried back to the experimental platform, picked up the unknown black solid and asked the teacher to do the experiment.
Once again, I was surprised at the result. After heating for a period of time, the reagent shows a pleasant blue color and is gently put into the test tube. ...
"I still feel wrong." I persisted as always and took out the dilute acid for the experiment. The teacher brought the PH test paper, and the acidity turned red and the alkalinity turned blue, preparing for the final and final exams.
I held my breath, stared at the test paper, and slowly dipped into reagent bottle, a rich and heavy sapphire blue that could not wait to spread, until it swallowed the whole test paper, deep, deep.
The answer is obvious. It turns out that the dilute acid I used in my experiment is alkali. I was right from beginning to end. Besides, I never gave up.
The students all think that the "9" on the blackboard should be changed to full mark. But I just smiled and didn't say anything, so let this "9" stay on the blackboard, because it is the result and witness that I insist on. Is it different from other "10" integrals? No, nine points can be that perfect.
"9" survived after all, and at the same time, the nine dots on the blackboard and the reagents that stubbornly refused to turn blue will be engraved in my memory, reminding me to stick to what I should not give up, such as objective facts that no one can refute.
This small blackboard and everything else will be my proudest memory and an inexhaustible motive force to inspire me to go on.
The memory on the blackboard is beautiful and firm.
It's good to have you. I'm not lonely when I'm lonely.
It's good to have you, and I don't hesitate when I get lost.
It's good to have you. I won't give up when I want to lose.
one
"When is the bright moon" is another Mid-Autumn Festival. The moon is still that moon, but it is a bit lonely in our eyes. This is my first Mid-Autumn Festival when I was studying in a foreign land. Finally, I realized the taste of this poem, "Being a stranger alone in a foreign land makes me miss my family more during the festive season."
It is late at night. I lay quietly in bed, and my mind kept flashing the scenes of the Mid-Autumn Festival. I can't help choking when I think about it.
"Don't think so much, you must learn to be independent outside, and your relatives are not around, but at least we students are around." A soft voice suddenly echoed in the darkness. It's you in the bed next door. You didn't sleep. After talking to me for a long time, the pimple in your heart seems to have opened.
The moon is no longer lonely this night, because there are stars with it. ...
two
"XX, xxx in mathematics, XXX in physics ..." I could hardly believe my eyes when I looked at the scores written in the manuscript. Looking back on the past few months, I have been studying hard. I went to the classroom first in the morning and last in the evening, but why didn't my grades go up? I beat my chest in annoyance and thought, "Maybe I'm really not suitable for school." My heart suddenly darkened and I couldn't help burying my head in my arms.
"Don't lose heart, a monthly exam doesn't mean anything." A comfortable voice reminded me in my ear. I looked up and saw your caring smile. You said earnestly, "It doesn't matter if you don't do well in this exam. Come back next time, as long as you learn, you will definitely make progress. ...
After a few words, I feel that hope is back. I looked up again, sank down and plunged into the study.
three
On the football field, in the second half, our class fell behind the strong teams by 1: 3, and the strength was very different. We are about to give up, and running is not as active as before. You scolded angrily: "What are you doing? We didn't lose before the whistle sounded. If we fight to the end, we are the best! " A few words seemed to give us a shot in the arm, and we were more active than before.
The fighting is also more intense. We read a penalty before the end, and the score was fixed at 4: 4. We won, and our tired cheers echoed on the playground. ...
From then on, I understood that everything would change before it was over, so I like to work hard until the last minute. ...
It's good to have you around.
It's good to have you, and I know a lot.
It's good to have you. It makes me stronger.
Friend, it's good to have you.
one
"When is the bright moon" is another Mid-Autumn Festival. The moon is still that moon, but it is a bit lonely in our eyes. This is my first Mid-Autumn Festival when I was studying in a foreign land. Finally, I realized the taste of this poem, "Being a stranger alone in a foreign land makes me miss my family more during the festive season."
It is late at night. I lay quietly in bed, and my mind kept flashing the scenes of the Mid-Autumn Festival. I can't help choking when I think about it.
"Don't think so much, you must learn to be independent outside, and your relatives are not around, but at least we students are around." A soft voice suddenly echoed in the darkness. It's you in the bed next door. You didn't sleep. After talking to me for a long time, the pimple in your heart seems to have opened.
The moon is no longer lonely this night, because there are stars with it. ...
two
"XX, xxx in mathematics, XXX in physics ..." I could hardly believe my eyes when I looked at the scores written in the manuscript. Looking back on the past few months, I have been studying hard. I went to the classroom first in the morning and last in the evening, but why didn't my grades go up? I beat my chest in annoyance and thought, "Maybe I'm really not suitable for school." My heart suddenly darkened and I couldn't help burying my head in my arms.
"Don't lose heart, a monthly exam doesn't mean anything." A comfortable voice reminded me in my ear. I looked up and saw your caring smile. You said earnestly, "It doesn't matter if you don't do well in this exam. Come back next time, as long as you learn, you will definitely make progress. ...
After a few words, I feel that hope is back. I looked up again, sank down and plunged into the study.
three
On the football field, in the second half, our class fell behind the strong teams by 1: 3, and the strength was very different. We are about to give up, and running is not as active as before. You scolded angrily: "What are you doing? We didn't lose before the whistle sounded. If we fight to the end, we are the best! " A few words seemed to give us a shot in the arm, and we were more active than before.
The fighting is also more intense. We read a penalty before the end, and the score was fixed at 4: 4. We won, and our tired cheers echoed on the playground. ...
From then on, I understood that everything would change before it was over, so I like to work hard until the last minute. ...
Friend, it's good to have you. You have taught me a lot.
Friend, it's good to have you, which makes me strong.