wait

Waiting, waiting, the spring flowers are open, the autumn leaves are falling; waiting, waiting, the socks are small, the pants are short; waiting, waiting, the schoolbag is heavy, the stationery is more; waiting, waiting, I am growing up It is.

"Children, everyone is going to play games together, is it good?" The young female teacher in kindergarten squatted down and smiled and asked a group of young people in front of me. "Okay--" The face was already out of the flower, and I stood in the end and looked forward to it. When I was in kindergarten, I was always introverted and ashamed. I couldn’t talk to other children. I wanted to communicate with others in my heart, but I couldn’t open my mouth. However, there are always "haha, come chasing me, come on!" or "You are so good, you have to be the first" or "Hey, you can't catch it, you can't catch it." In the game, I let go of myself, when I was in kindergarten, I always waited for the game. I also became lively and cheerful. Waiting for the game, waiting to communicate and communicate with others, waiting to grow up.

"Waiting for class, waiting for school," these two sentences in "Childhood" are my favorite of the country hour. Because I am interested in the class after school! I will be a little absent-minded until Friday afternoon. Looking at the clouds like marshmallows and the sun like gold cheese pizza, my thoughts have already passed through a few hours, thinking about what food will be taught today. I chose cooking in the interest class on Friday afternoon. After class, I immediately rushed to the labor class. Today is the trick. After we watched the teacher's demonstration, we started by ourselves. First spread the skin on the hand, add the filling, then use the chopsticks to spread the water on one side, paste the opposite side, compact, and finally fold the other two sides, press the two corners. It seems to be very easy, but the reality is miserable - I broke 5 skins, wasted two or two stuffing, used up half a dish of water, only one good one. When I am still very happy, because I learned. Waiting for the interest class, waiting to learn the basic skills, waiting to grow up.

The phrase "How can I not rainbow through the storm?" has become my motto in the middle of the country. I take every class, every assignment, every review. I am waiting for every test, because I only know my weight when I struggle, I only know my own shortcomings when I struggle, and I know my own way. When the teacher called me to her office, I already knew it was not good. I saw the red on the white paper to the glaring 118. I couldn’t help but feel a bit sour. Listening to the teacher’s criticism and analysis in the ear, I fixed my eyes on the wrong place. Tell yourself deeply that the next time, you can never make another crime! But I will not be afraid of the exam because of setbacks. On the contrary, I will look forward to the exam and wait for the exam, because only the hard work will have a future. Waiting for the exam, waiting for the fight, waiting for the future.

Waiting, waiting, I grew up. While waiting, I hoarded the momentum of advancement, the courage to face the future, and a positive attitude. I am willing to grow up while waiting, I am willing to wait for the future.