Life is not perfect everywhere, there will always be big and small flaws mixed in it, just like a careless hole in clothes. There are always patches after patching. However, have you ever thought that patching is a pity, but it can also be perfected through ingenuity.

When I was five or six years old, I was moved by the beauty of the little white dress-I urged my parents to buy it. Who knows, I fell down with a bang while playing, and the newly bought skirt scraped a big piece, so I can't wear it anymore. When I got home, I was so sad that I began to cry. At this time, grandma came up to me with a needle and thread in her hand and said with a smile, "grandma will help you find your beauty." When the needle and thread are intertwined in front of my eyes like dancing, the skirt gradually takes shape-it is a lively kitten. I forgot to cry, opened my eyes and looked at all this strangely. When I was spinning around with my new skirt in my arms, my grandmother picked me up and patted me on the head and said, "As long as you do it with your heart, there is nothing to regret." You see, if it weren't for this patch, would you have a flowered skirt? "

Yes, the patch was a pity, but it can be done perfectly through grandma's ingenuity. Life is the same, it cannot be perfect, and defects are as inevitable as patches. Then what we can and should do is to try our best to make the most beautiful flowers on the patch.

Last year, I took part in the English recitation contest with confidence. Maybe it's because of insufficient preparation, maybe it's because I'm a little nervous on the spot, maybe it's because my opponent is too strong. In short, the first prize passed me by. I am not reconciled, I am angry, and I regret it. I sat quietly in the background, thinking about my efforts for this competition, and a sour liquid soaked my eyes. I suddenly found that my failure was like an extra patch with an abrupt shape and out-of-proportion color on my way to perfect growth. At this time, the teacher sat down next to me and said, "It is a good thing that there are problems in this competition. Wouldn't it be a pity to make up for it? "

Yes, I want to believe that I will be able to blossom the most beautiful flowers in failure. I chewed carefully, chewing the meaning of this sentence. I finally understand that this failure is a pity, but I can also turn this failure into success through my efforts.

Every day after that, I sewed carefully. Pronunciation is not up to standard, holding a dictionary every day, chasing foreign teachers to "chew words", and my mind is still not stable, so I actively raise my hand to increase the frequency of speaking in class. I make up my loophole, just like planting a seedling in the most suitable place. Only one day will it produce the most beautiful flowers.

The English recitation competition has started again, and my heart is very calm. Winning or losing is not that important, the key is that I get a few points. Because, once the patch is repaired and polished by me, it has become an indispensable corner on my growth path.

Things in the world are beautiful because they transcend their own shortcomings. Just like a successful flower, people only appreciate its beauty now. But I don't know, its buds are soaked with tears of struggle and shed blood rain of sacrifice.

What is the beauty of today's chewing defects? Beauty lies in making up after breaking, and beauty lies in efforts after failure.