Listen to the sound of life jointing

Listen to the sound of life jointing

——“Little Spring Bamboo Shoots” Growth

Life is like a broken spring bamboo shoot, and it is once jointed under the nourishment of rain and sun, and grows into a towering bamboo. --Inscription

I am a "new bamboo shoot", a tender bamboo shoot.

That baptism gave me a section.

I have never liked the nerds who are dead to study, and think they are tired. I admit that I am talented and can wait for good grades without having to work. But that midterm exam, everything was overthrown.

In the evening, I received a call from the teacher. After a long silence, the teacher said with a heavy voice: "You know that you have a bad test. There are still more than a year to take the exam. What do you want?" I meditate in my heart. Sorry, sorry... but after all, there is no courage to say it. Put down the phone and look up at the sky. I said to myself, What is your proud capital?

When I arrived at the school the next day, I was called to the physical group by the physics teacher. The teacher sighed: "You have learned "Injury Zhongyong". Zhong Yong is not diligent because of the day after tomorrow. In the end, nothing is done. You are a smart child. Know how to do it." I nodded in tears and walked out of the physical group. Behind the teacher heard from me shouted: "Do not wait, do not sorrow, love to fight will win, fight can do. Come on!" Turned back, the teacher compared to me a "v" to clean up, I squinted, laughed Now!

Since then, I have started to buy a lot of workbooks. In the evening, thousands of lights were extinguished. There was a hill-like workbook in front of my desk, my sore arm, and I picked up the pen and fought the sea. My exam is a blunt chest for the incomprehensible question, and I am ecstatic after the solution. I open

At the beginning of the teacher, the teacher constantly asked questions to let the teacher answer, not letting go of every question. I seem to see that the bamboo shoots are trying to break ground.

I will lock myself in the house and tell myself that I will not go out if I can't finish the task. Sometimes I learned the next night, I was sleepy and tired, often crying while writing, and then washing my face with cold water to continue to change the wrong question. In the middle of it, I saw the new bamboo festival waving to me.

Time flies, spring bamboo shoots.

Every question from the teacher of the class is correct, and my scores are among the best in every exam. The ear reverberates with the applause encouraged by the teacher. "Hey, isn't this the snoring of the spring bamboo shoots?"

The bamboo shoots learn to wait, and tomorrow will be the festival. Now the green shoots are gradually retreating from childishness and become a towering bamboo.

The third day of Dalian No. 9 Middle School in Liaoning: Shi Hanjun