I am like a snail, stepping towards success.

The heavy homework weighs on me every day, making me breathless and flustered. After the rain, I breathed the long-lost fresh air, walked quietly on the wet road and walked into the pavilion. I feel very uneasy in my heart. I don't know when I can finish my homework, how to work hard and how to get to the finish line.

Suddenly, a snail caught my eye, and the long trace behind it sparkled in the sun. He crawled slowly, and his tracks became longer and longer. I don't know where he is going, but the trace tells me that he has been gone for a long time and he has been struggling.

And I crawled slowly in the study, bearing the tedium of homework and books. I don't know how many times I want to put down my pen and have a good rest, but I know I can't. The ideal in my heart is a powerful internal driving force, which gives me the motivation to fly, while the earnest care of my parents and the earnest instruction of my teachers turn into a drop of dew, which moistens my heart. I walked with difficulty and looked back at a string of deep or shallow footprints behind me. I knew it was my struggle.

Suddenly, there is a big stick in front of the snail. I watched it climb slowly. Slowly, he climbed more slowly, but he still tried to climb over. Yes, if he doesn't realize the hardships of the journey, what's the point of his last hesitation?

Struggling in the vast sea of questions every day. How many times have I tried to copy the answer directly, but I have been suppressed by my reason again and again. Yes, wisdom is accumulated bit by bit, and success is approached by our own efforts.

The sun shines on the pavilion and the trace, and the snail gradually crawls away, becoming a small black spot in my field of vision. I'm sure he will achieve his goal, because he never stops.

Now I am working hard and struggling, and the day of the senior high school entrance examination is getting closer and closer, but I believe that my wisdom will grow with the pace, and I believe I can go to the end.

Snail, like me, is still following his slow and unremitting steps.

I am like a snail, stepping on the foot of success.

I will strive to realize the value of life and broaden the depth of life.