Tasting success

"Bao Jianfeng has been grinding out, plum blossoms have come from bitter cold." Difficulties always stop us from moving forward, but I believe that "there is no difficulty in the world, I am afraid of people." That time, I tasted the joy of success.

The burning sun bakes the earth like a big fireball. On the campus, the flowers are lowered their heads, and they know that they are not playing in the trees. In the hallway, echoing my low footsteps, the classmates were gone, leaving me alone carrying a heavy schoolbag with a large plastic bag in my hand. Walking on the stairs, taking the bag as if it were a stone hanging on a cliff, will bring you down at any time. Today, I am going to participate in the pottery group.

The billet machine was slamming and I was going to start working. As a new member, I looked around for a week. On the marble table of white flowers, there were no colorful works. I sighed and carefully picked up a piece of clay. It’s strange how this ugly bandit can become so beautiful! I learned the teacher's appearance and took a little water and photographed it on the clay. In a short while, the clay mud softened in my hand, and the dirty muddy water ran down my arm to the white school uniform, dyed into an ugly flower. I quickly put down a pool of mud in my hand, just rubbed the school uniform with my hand, and fixed my eyes, it has become two big black claws. How is this going? Is it that I am too much? I don't believe that I can't cure this mud!

The sun is hanging high, knowing the endless call, this time, I must succeed!

Pick up the mud on the beach, gently afraid to make a cone, put it on the center of the drawing machine, hold the clay in both hands, and step on the switch. The billet machine turned up, and the clay mud was like a little rabbit in my hand, jumping and jumping, as if you let go, he would run out. My hands tightened tightly, the bunny slowly calmed down, the thumb pressed on it, and the clay pot opened a small mouth. As the machine turned, the mouth became bigger and bigger, like a hungry beast. You swallow it in one bite. The mouth is still getting bigger, my hands are close together, my mouth is getting smaller, and under the rotation of the machine, it becomes a cup type.

The sun shines through my window on my face, and the fine sweat on my forehead sparkles. This time, I am going to succeed!

I carefully held it, for fear of accidental cup deformation. Huh? The cup cracked a small strip of grain, it must be thirsty. I used a forefinger to pour a little water, and the cup comfortably enjoyed my touch and gradually became smoother. When my foot was loose, the puller slowed down, and the quilt sat at the center of the circle, summoning me to take it down. I took a piece of copper wire and pulled it from the bottom of the cup. Raise your hand and see that the bottom of the cup is empty!

"Know, know." This annoying noise is dead, is this big sun going to kill people?

I hurriedly threw the leaking cup onto the drawing machine, touched the sweat with my arm, and licked the broken mud of the beach, and frowned into a "Chuan". Damn! What is this pottery art! Too hard! I complained in my heart. At this time, a pair of big hands fell on my shoulders, gently patted my shoulder, and said: "Difficulties are not the reasons for giving up, I believe you can!"

I looked up and looked at the back of Teacher Yi, and glanced at the mud. Yes! I can't give up, I will succeed!

The sun shone on my face like gold. I took the piece of mud, shot it, and pinched it. The hand is covered with clay, the foot is on the switch, and there is a little water on the water. One press, one mention, one pull. Then lick a little water, lift, pull. A beautiful vase was born. Big belly, thin bottleneck. I pulled out a piece of copper wire and pulled it quickly from the bottom of the vase. A pottery work was done! ]

The sun shone on the marble table of the white flower, which was even brighter. A small red vase stood in the middle of the table with a big belly. Looking at my own work, listening to the voice of my nephew, I don’t have much to say in my heart, I have tasted the joy of success!

First day: Han Xiaoqing