In the third grade of primary school, I was an excellent student, and my grades were second only to my classmates. Whenever teachers praise them and students cast envious eyes on them, I feel itchy in my heart, hoping to become the focus of teachers' attention and the idols of students like them. So, I secretly made up my mind to surpass them and take their praise into my arms. Later, that vain and competitive seed slowly sprouted in my heart and took root. Later, I was like a different person. I stayed alone in my room all day, immersed in my homework and books, sometimes doodling and sometimes mumbling, and really made some mistakes? The hard work of defending Shu. Before class, I preview the text carefully; In class, I answer questions more actively and enthusiastically; Review carefully after class, and don't dare to relax and neglect, for fear that the high score will be occupied by others. Where there is a will, there is a way. Finally, in an exam, I did well enough to surprise others-I was the first in my grade. So, the admiration of my classmates and the praise of my teachers kept squeezing into my ears, and I seemed to fall into the cotton pile, which was sweeter than pouring honey. Friends who used to have a hard time with me played with me again. My classmates were all impressed and the stars were all around me. On the way home, the sky seems bluer than before, the clouds seem whiter than before, and the birds in the trees are singing beautifully.
For the next period of time, I lived in a honeypot every day, and I was happy all day, thinking, "Now I am the first in my grade, and I can do all this;" Even if not, with my clever brain, I can understand it by reading a book after class. "So, the class is no longer as hard as before, the books are thrown aside, the homework is sloppy, and the study is lost to the claw country." Modesty makes people progress, while pride makes people lag behind. "The exam again. Once again, it's time to show off. I confidently picked up the test paper and looked at it-if I didn't, I was dumbfounded. Why not so many! Do you play "spinal swelling" and John is embarrassed? "I complain about myself and finish the test paper blindfolded. The next day, the teacher announced the results and handed out the test papers. The classroom is very quiet. The students craned their necks and pricked up their ears for fear of hearing something wrong or missing something. I waited in fear and trembling. I think that's why all prisoners have to wait for the judge's decision. The top ten is definitely impossible. There should be a dozen ... twenty, twenty-one ... until I was thirty ... I couldn't sit still any longer, and I didn't even know I had stood up slightly at my desk. After a long time, the teacher read, "What are you doing? "? Punish pay and alleviate what! What? I don't believe my ears. I got the test paper and rubbed my eyes. A red slap in the face is like a blow to the head. I don't know what the teacher and classmates said later. It doesn't matter to me what they say, and it doesn't matter whether they listen or not-because I know that what the teacher is saying at the moment is nothing more than a criticism that hates iron and does not produce, and what the students are whispering is nothing more than a slap in the face and a strange look. I don't know how I got through that morning. On the way home, I always feel that the sky is gloomy and birds are chirping in the branches, which is annoying. I also threw some stones at the tree, which scared the birds to run away screaming. ...
Later, I gradually understood that praise is an inspiration, not a honeypot; Criticism is an incentive, not a stimulus. We should not be complacent because of praise, then get carried away, nor should we be discouraged and lose enterprising spirit because of criticism. Therefore, in the face of criticism and praise, we must have a clear mind in order to put our position in order.