"Modesty makes people progress, and pride makes people fall behind." What a philosophical and factual quote. It is this famous saying that gave me a profound lesson and made me really understand and deeply appreciate its profound meaning. ...
It was in the final sprint stage of the second semester of senior two, and I got full marks in mathematics several times in a row, which made me a little complacent. The final exam is coming tomorrow, but I don't care. When I got home, my father advised me to review, but I proudly said, "I am a genius in mathematics and I don't need to review at all." My father shook his head helplessly when I turned on the TV and watched it with relish.
The exam began, and the whole examination room was silent, except for the rustling of the pen on the paper. I finished my paper hastily, and there is still plenty of time. I casually checked the paper, found no mistakes, and was elated, so I "threw" the paper aside and drew it on the book. Ding-the paper has been collected. I handed it in confidently and ran home.
Speaking of listening to grades, I can't wait. When the teacher read that I got 93 points in the exam, I thought I had been struck by lightning, tears were rolling in my eyes, and my heart was pressed by a boulder, and I couldn't breathe.
After school, I walked listlessly on my way home, thinking about my pride before the exam and my carelessness during the exam, alas! Really shouldn't, but there is no regret medicine in the world. At this time, I remembered what the teacher often said: "Modesty makes people progress, and pride makes people fall behind."
I will always remember this sentence: "Modesty makes people progress, and pride makes people fall behind."
Article 2:
On Tuesday afternoon, the teacher asked each of us to bring a box of plasticine to make things. If you do well, you may even participate in the "Children's Mud Competition"! After coming home from school, I prepared a box of plasticine and took it to school the next morning.
On Wednesday, during the comprehensive practice, the teacher asked us to take out plasticine. I took out the plasticine with great interest and squeezed it, but I couldn't get it up, like a bone falling apart or a naughty child playing stubbornly and not listening to instructions at all. It turns out that plasticine has been left too long and is hard. In the afternoon, my mother learned about it and went to the supermarket to buy me new plasticine.
After finishing my homework at night, I began to pick up plasticine. I first made a rectangular bed covered with a blue quilt cover, and then made an ordinary double-layer cake. Finally, I made a pink mother. Later, my mother suggested that I spend more birthdays with a few people, so that the family would be more warm. I had a brainwave and made a birthday scene for a family of three! But the clay figurine pinched them and made them stand up, and they fell down. Later, I imitated the Korean kneeling posture and added two feet at the back, and the three of them knelt there firmly.
On Thursday afternoon, I changed jobs again. Put candles in the cake with toothpicks, and the cake becomes thicker and has three layers. The top floor is variable and semi-circular.
After repeated efforts, I finished my "happy hour" work on Friday. Clay figurines are pinched more perfectly and cakes are made more exquisitely. I won the "production award" and I am really happy.