Can you smile?

On the day of the publication of the results, some people may laugh and some cry. For me, today I really can't say the unclear emotions.

In the school, everyone is surrounded by twos and threes. I avoided talking about learning and talking and laughing with my classmates. When the teacher came, the teacher was still quiet. When the teacher read the ranking, I fell out again and again, and I was disappointed again and again. "Ninth, xxx" I didn't understand who it was, or I didn't want to hear it. "Tenth place, Zhou Tingting." I was happy first, then I was disappointed, and then I went to lose. I am very happy that I am lucky, and I am very disappointed at the top ten. This achievement, going back is afraid to be embarrassed again.

top ten? This is a mantissa. Maybe if you don't work hard a bit, you will be excluded. I have asked myself many times, is it not good enough for me? The answer is always no, no. The hard work I have made is only known to me. Back formula, back words, back phrases, back ancient poems, back texts. I always insist on myself and I don't allow myself to fall. At the end of my life, the students always said the same sentence, "Zhou Tingting, you are really fast!" I smiled and laughed, but I felt that this laugh was extremely bitter. Everyone only saw that I had a quick back and a good back, but I never saw my efforts. I don't like Xiao Yang and Xiao Huang. I will watch it several times. Sometimes, for a night, or not, I want to add another morning. When I finished a piece of classical Chinese, I felt that I was as happy as a child who got candy.

After that, I felt so uncomfortable. A classmate cried at me. I smiled and comforted her and said, "Nothing, don't you have an exam? It will be fine next time you test it!" Although this is the case, I never think so. I can't say it because I don't allow my self-esteem, my efforts don't allow it. I dare not say that my efforts are the biggest, but I dare say that I have no conscience. My grades were all transferred by my efforts, and there was my sweat and tears.

Recall the final exam of the last semester, second place. That is my most satisfactory result, but still did not satisfy my father and mother, they said: "You are not the first." I feel sad, first, is it really so important? Even with the first, what? However, it is a few praises, a few praises, and a few envy and envy. It’s really uncomfortable to get people’s affirmation, but what about it? Only you can take a better test next time.

The heights are not cold, I finally realized it. The gap between the second to the tenth and the eight is very lost. Walking by the small lake, watching the wind blowing the waves of the lake. Is this the end of the heart? I can't help but admire the water, it can be so quiet. No matter how big the wind is, it is always as fluent as ever. Can people do that? I tried to forget the second place and tried to accept the tenth place. Sure enough, I really felt better. I used to think that I was too high and thought too heavy. I always remembered the second and thought that I could get second every time. Pride makes people fall behind! I will use this tenth goal to move toward it and work toward it. I believe that next time, I will see progress.

Dad looked at my grades and was angry. Just said a word, how do you test so bad? A cross-examination made me feel like I was poured a cold water. I can only say to myself, I tried my best. He dropped the student handbook. I can't help but think of my childhood. Dad always said to us half-jokingly about his "the courage of the year." He was a very small number of high school students in our village. My father always used this to educate me when I was young. I always said that he was deceiving. What kind of emotion is that? Now I understand that it is a good father who is good for his children, but his children are not good. But Dad, the results can't be decided, isn't it?

Pick up the lost student handbook, look at the score above, and remember it. Next time, be taller than him!

I smiled, opened the MP3, and played a song, "Everything is going to die."

Hongxing School, Haizhu District, Guangzhou, Guangdong, China