Growing up in the attempt, 1, the third grade composition, spring blossoms, the sun shines on the windowsill. In fact, trying has always been with us.
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Trying is like sunshine, which makes people feel the warmth brought by sunshine. Trying is like sea water, which makes the fish feel a little tolerance brought by the sea. Trying is like the blue sky, making birds feel the friendship brought by the sky.
The joy of trying to succeed.
When I was a child in physical education class, my teacher told us about today's 100 meter run, with a smile on my face. Everyone is very happy, but look at my thin body, where is sad. The teacher seemed to see where I was unhappy and asked me what was wrong. I told the teacher everything. Instead of mocking me, the teacher encouraged me to move forward. I succeeded, I succeeded, and I successfully ran to the first place. The joy of success at the first attempt.
Try the warmth of happiness.
I remember once, during the exam, I seemed to have a little pain. Maybe I ate something bad this morning. Between exams. My mind seems to be blank. After learning the situation, my mother came to take me to the hospital on that old and broken bike. My mother was panting with fatigue. Suddenly she saw that her mother seemed to have a stomachache. After examination, her mother got acute appendicitis because of overwork. Although I'm fine, my mother is very ill. My mother's persistent belief made me feel the warmth of happiness. The first time I tried the warmth of happiness, it was too warm.
The pain of trying to fail
When I was a child, because I didn't have any friends to play with, only Xiaohua Mall, who was quick-witted and sensitive, played with me. But one day I will never forget it. Xiaohua Mall ate something. Suddenly foaming at the mouth made me panic. At that moment, I was so anxious that I didn't know what to do Finally, I stayed with my best friend and never physically struggled with the disease until I watched it go away. At that moment, I lost my best friend, and it was the first time I tried to lose it.
Trying is like the joy of success, like warm happiness, like the pain of loss. Only by trying can we learn to grow.
Everyone grows up by trying. That person can't walk, talk, read or write, and ... everyone in the scientific community believes that after 10 thousand experiments, it may be a successful statement. These ten thousand failures are ten thousand failures. Success lies behind countless failures. A loser is often a quitter.
Edison, the great inventor, was curious since he was a child. No matter what happens in his life, he must think about it. He tried to invent electric light, phonograph, storage battery and so on, and all of them were successful. It can be said that he spent his whole life trying. He has made many inventions of 20xx, and is a well-deserved "king of inventions". If he hadn't dared to try, he wouldn't have made so many inventions.
Trying is a sign before success.
I still remember that year, I watched TV at my grandfather's house. Grandma is out and grandpa is in the factory across the street. Suddenly, the phone rang, so I took it out to have a look. The stranger's phone must be for grandpa. What should I do? Do you want to answer? I'm wondering. Time is ticking away. Finally, I made up my mind to pick up the phone. I imitated my grandfather and said, "Hello?" "looking for xxx" "oh, he is not in now. I'll call you. Wait a minute. " "Good" … I put down the phone and rushed out of the door. Asked me a new question. How can I cross the street? I thought about it, took the courage to take a step, and my heart beat faster. Suddenly, a motorcycle flew by, which scared me to shrink my feet back. After watching the motorcycle, I took another step, which went well this time. I glance left and right at every step, and when I see no car, I run there quickly. Later, I successfully found my grandfather. While listening to me, grandpa took my hand across the road and scolded me for not crossing the road casually. It's dangerous. Although my grandfather criticized me for crossing the road for the first time, I was still very happy because I crossed the road!
My attempt succeeded. Once I successfully crossed the road, I did it alone. Now every time I cross the road, I always see the scene of crossing the road when I was six years old. I really admire myself for having such courage as a 6-year-old girl. I want to be a strong and brave girl in my life and walk all the way alone.
Work hard, I am excellent!
Grow up by trying. At that time, the grass had just sprouted. Willow has just sprouted shoots; When the hibernating animals just woke up, we embarked on a journey to the "mountain green world". When I saw the trees that sheltered us from the sun by the roadside, I found that the trees had to go through the wind and the sun, and learn to grow in the attempt!
On the afternoon of the fourth day, we came to the rock climbing place. I saw this huge "climbing platform" standing in front of my eyes. I shivered. "Ha, rock climbing! Cool! " "Can the teacher not go?" ..... many students are chattering in my ear. I covered my ears and thought, "What should I do?"? Rock climbing! What do we do? I feel the blood in my body circulating rapidly. Seeing that many girls are eager to climb up, I have no confidence in myself. In my opinion, it's my turn. My leg seems to be stuck to the ground and I can't lift it. I tried my best to put my hand on the cold stone, my body was shaking, and my hand clung to the stone tightly, for fear of accidentally falling and breaking into pieces.
The wind blows gently, as if to say, "You can do it, as long as you persist, you are the winner!" " "I tried to climb. When I reached the finish line, I was exhausted and wanted to jump, but I had climbed so high that it was futile to jump. If I climb up, I won't have the strength to climb. I looked down and saw that the people below were so small, like small cells under a microscope. I was trying to climb up like a giant. Suddenly, a stone slipped down and my body shook. Climb to the finish line and you are the winner. Don't you want to challenge yourself? Come on! " Hearing the encouragement of my classmates, I cheered up and climbed step by step. Three steps, two steps, one step, here we are! I climbed onto the platform and cheered, and the students below cheered for me. I have never been so happy. It seems that I am not so tired, only excited. I tried rock climbing.
This climb has exceeded my limit, and I am no longer afraid of climbing. This also made me understand the importance of trying. In fact, we try every day. We should learn to try new things and grow in the process of trying. Only by constantly trying can we grow up and have the pleasure of trying.
Growing up in trying 4 "Growing up is the process of turning crying into silence." New attempts encountered in growing up will turn into failure and despair as long as they are not careful. If the new attempt is successful, we will also gain a lot.
A bold attempt
I remember it was the beginning of the first grade. I am ignorant. Walking into a strange campus, I saw countless strange faces. I'm a little scared. My mother took my little hand and led me into the classroom. At that time, my heart was slightly excited. I was a little scared when I stepped into the classroom. My mother took me to meet a beautiful and strange aunt and asked me to call her Miss Luo. At that time, I was very timid and shouted "Teacher Luo ... OK" in that ant-like voice. Teacher Luo squatted down, smiled and nodded, and said to me, "Galu, good boy, I will be your math teacher in the future." Mom even said, "Yes! Teacher Luo is very good. Ask her if you don't understand. " Then the teacher took me to my seat and chatted with me after class.
Interesting attempt
One autumn, I became interested in China's calligraphy inexplicably. Every day, I drag my grandfather to the study to write two pictures, and I move a small bench to sit next to him and watch him write. Grandpa saw that I was interested in China's calligraphy, so he said he would teach me to write. I was so happy. I picked up a paintbrush and scribbled on the paper, and I got my little white skirt dirty. Grandpa looked at me helplessly. He picked up a pen and began to teach me how to hold it. At first, he was not used to it, but after much practice, it was nothing. Then practice strokes. When the strokes reach a certain level, you can start practicing calligraphy. One day, grandpa asked me to write down all the strokes and words he taught me, without giving me any advice, but I was so happy that I had long wanted to show off my efforts. When I finished writing all of them, my grandpa's mouth rose, boasting that I had made great progress and was much better than my first ghost painting.
It is precisely because of these many attempts that we will grow up slowly, from childish to mature. Trying is an indispensable part of growing up!
Life is like a landscape. Only in the face of obstacles can you dare to try, and through obstacles can you enjoy more beautiful scenery.
One day in the summer vacation, I came to the suburbs to experience nature. The mountains here are sometimes slow and sometimes steep, some are towering and abrupt, like a sword pointing at the sky, and some are cliffs and cliffs, standing like huge shields. The water kings here are distributed all over the mountains and can be seen everywhere. The water weaves into a huge net, weaving from the top of the mountain to the mountainside and then to the foot of the mountain, forming a rope and flowing down the river. Rocks splash with the waves, making the water clearer, and the water washes the stone surface, making the stone more mottled.
I walked all the way, relaxing in this nature, and I was intoxicated by the green hills, blue sky and white clouds. And nature doesn't seem to want people to enjoy it easily, so that it overflows dangerous cliffs and ridges. On the right is a cliff, almost straight up and down, without railings on the left, and below is a river, rushing between stones. This bridge is a "single-plank bridge". Although it is not a veneer, it is just a few straight trees tied with iron wires, less than one meter wide. Behind the bridge is a wooden ladder, which is also dangerous and dangerous. Somehow, this place seems to have been forgotten and no one has renovated it. The scenery in front is covered by a gable, so I can't see the scenery at all, which makes me less confident.
Crossing the bridge-I strengthened my faith and set foot on the wooden bridge.
When the wood stepped on my feet, there was some creaking sound, accompanied by a slight tremor, just like my undulating heart, which made me highly nervous and sweated a lot. Turn over, put your hands on the wall, move your center of gravity to the cliff, and move your feet sideways in small steps, like a crab, but much more nervous than it.
After crossing the wooden ladder of the bridge, I saw that victory was just around the corner, and my confidence was greatly increased and my movements were much more agile. With my hands behind my back, I sat on the first step, my feet straight down, my body moved down one section, and my feet stretched out the other ... In the last three sections, I got up my courage, stood up slightly, jumped down, and suddenly I was filled with pride.
Turning the hill, I was shocked by the beautiful scenery in front of me. There are countless unknown flowers blooming on the roadside, attracting countless bees and butterflies to be infatuated with them. The water here is more turbulent and the waves are higher and whiter. How can I see this beautiful scenery if I don't try to cross the bridge?
The road of life has different starting points and different ending points. If you have a mediocre scenery, try it. See more beautiful scenery. If you are satisfied with the status quo and don't dare to try, the blocked scenery will see you again forever.
If a tree seedling refuses to prune for fear of pain, it will never become a useful person. -inscription
Time flies like water. In a blink of an eye, I have grown from a girl to an elegant junior high school graduate. Along the way, I stumbled, experienced pain and sadness, happiness and joy, endured from the bottom to the top, and fell from the top to the bottom. In the baptism of years, I try to face all difficulties, try to be strong and grow in the attempt.
At the age of one, I tried to walk. But timid, I don't want to let go of my mother's hand and hold it as tightly as the last straw. My mother tried to hold my hand while trying to hold me carefully. She hopes I can learn to walk alone, and she doesn't want me to get hurt. Finally, my mother gritted her teeth and let me go. Without my mother's support, I panicked, staggered and looked at my mother piteously. My mother took two steps forward and still didn't come. It seems that it is useless to rely on your mother, you can only rely on yourself. I tried to open my right leg with my hands open. One tripped and fell to the ground, making me cry. My mother didn't come to help me, so I had to get up by myself. It is too difficult for me to get up chubby. It takes me a few minutes to get up. I am determined to rely on myself. I must learn to walk. No matter how many times I fall, I often hear the sound of "bang" wrestling in the next few hours. I fell, got up, got up, fell again, continued to climb, continued to climb ... finally, I learned to walk. I walked up to my mother, and she was so happy that tears came out.
When I was eight years old, I tried to ride a bike. At first, my father followed me all the time, and I kept shouting "Don't let go, don't let go!" " I feel horrible. If my father lets go and falls, it will definitely hurt. Who knows, my father has secretly let go. I didn't know at first. I looked back and found that my father had let go and fell off the car. Honestly, it hurts me to death. I asked my father why he let go, and he said, "Believe in yourself". I stood up again and rode my bike ... After several failures, I finally understood the essentials, tried to keep my balance and finally learned to ride a bike.
Looking back, I failed the exam. I try to face failure calmly, study hard and get excellent results in the next exam. Quarrel with friends, I try to tolerate, gain friendship, grow up in the attempt, and make my growth path more exciting.
Growing up in an attempt, the melodious piano sound came from the TV. When I was six years old, I looked up from the toy pile and saw a girl playing the violin selflessly. I immediately immersed myself in her piano music. I turned to my mother and said, "I want to learn the violin." Mom shook her head: "Can you be as successful as her?" I said, "How do you know if you don't try!" Finally, my mother couldn't resist my constant beating and bought me a violin.
I couldn't put it down because of its smooth and shiny body, and I also tasted the joy of owning it. Soon my mother found me a teacher. The teacher's surname is Ren, but he is not kind at all and has a horse face. After studying violin for two months, the teacher only taught me to practice fingering and a few basic sounds. At first, my excitement and enthusiasm for learning violin disappeared without a trace. Life is just a cup of boiled water for me.
But a few months later, I began to learn some songs. Many notes are long and hard to remember. That hot summer, I stood in front of the piano score and practiced for two hours every day. A lot of prickly heat has grown on my neck, which hurts and itches. Finally, one day, I pulled the violin wrong, and I threw it impatiently to the ground. "I don't want to learn!" Always pull the wrong one! "My mother slapped me in the face and said," You won't succeed at all if you try harder! How can you give up halfway! "I wiped my tears and picked up the violin to continue practicing. I've tasted setbacks.
Soon after, I began to learn to knead strings again. But either my fingertips are sliding around, or my piano body is shaking. Teacher Ren asked me to spend an extra hour practicing every day. I want to give up again ... but I remember my mother's words, yes, you can't give up halfway! So I spent more time on the violin and finally got results. I tasted the joy of persistence.
It seems that fate has taken care of me, and my hard work day after day has finally paid off. I spared no effort to obtain the tenth grade certificate of violin.
On behalf of my school, I participated in the TV recording of the science and art festival held in the city in the first grade. Melodious piano music came from TV, and parents and teachers sitting in front of the TV all showed gratified smiles. I tasted the joy of success.
Life is full of opportunities and challenges, so try everything. Trying always makes you stronger and more confident. The thorns and bumps ahead will only make me face the difficulties. Grow up in the attempt and reap the joy of success.
Growing up in the attempt The growth of composition 8 in grade three is carried out in the exploration; Trying is a process from scratch. Ordinary things can never arouse previous interest. Breakthrough and attempt are growth!
My painting skills have always been loved by people since I was a child. As long as I talk about art, I get full marks and a little red flower, and I think the painter is excellent, and no one can surpass him. But since junior high school, something called comics came into my world, which made my self-esteem plummet. I don't understand how they draw two arcs and one line on the leaves layer by layer. The trees on the roadside are equidistant, which is more realistic than reality. A rigid person's eyes become bright and moving ... I don't know how to draw them. I compared the inverted triangle face painting in Detective Conan with that in Detective Conan.
I held the pen firmly in my hand again. Yes, I found another good subject. After several friendly visits to Du Niang, the staff of the book building almost got to know me, and I found the most suitable theme. The Princess in the Lobby of Long Songs: Li Changge. She is neither charming nor charming, and she is not very flattering. She has a proud face, just like the anime characters in my heart.
After turning people into different things countless times, I decided to draw them again. The pencil swings wildly on the sketch paper, and the outline, headdress, shoulder gauze, forehead ornaments and Yu Pei come into view. These are basically the same as children's paintings, and there is no difficulty at all, but ... I can ruin a painting by drawing a face. I tried to draw the five senses slowly with a pencil, but it was erased again and again. I followed the painting and tracked it. I threw the comic book aside anxiously, and suddenly remembered the method of "being lazy" when I was a child. Since I can't draw eyes, I will draw her as a sleeping beauty with her eyes closed. I'll wipe her face again and draw a crescent moon, just like that fairy, peerless and independent. ...
I put that picture on the wall. It is a process between my meeting and not meeting, and an attempt in growing up.
Growing up in the attempt, the dance studio echoed with beautiful melody. I belong to my own beauty in this world, undisturbed and not evaluated.
Two years ago, it was the same dance studio, the same tune. My father and I passed by here. I soon got lost in this elegant dance, and my eyes showed longing. My father seemed to perceive my feelings and looked at me with trusting eyes: "Try?" I came to my senses and chewed the word again and again. Can I do that? I keep asking myself. Dad patted me on the shoulder and said softly, "People have been trying all their lives. How do you know what you really need and what you have without trying? " I nodded doubtfully and took the first step of growth. My dancing career began with my first attempt.
I put on that previously unattainable dance dress and began to practice under the guidance of my teacher and the encouragement of my father. A month later, I went to learn dance as usual, but I was a little unhappy. After dancing, I went home and complained to my father, "I don't want to practice. I want to quit. I'm so tired!" " "Dad didn't speak, but he was silent. He was silent for a long time. For a long time, silence made me flustered, and I began to regret saying this sentence. Finally, my father said, "Are you tired?" I seemed to see a glimmer of light and nodded hard. After that, there was a dead silence. Dad stood up, patted me on the shoulder and said, "Try again. If you really can't hold on, quit.". "Dad finished and left me with an unfathomable figure.
I chewed the word "try" again. Suddenly, I understood my father's intention and the meaning of the word. I returned to the dance studio in a new state, and I decided to "try".
I stop complaining. My dad will come to watch me train as soon as he is free. Every time I try to finish an action, my dad's mouth will rise slightly and give me a loving thumb. This is, I understand, I succeeded, and I can continue to grow in the attempt.
Today, two years later, I decided to try a higher level, and the beautiful melody sounded again. I danced the familiar dance steps, closed my eyes gently, and savored the growth in "trying".