See the rainbow after the storm

Sometimes, typos are like wind and rain. People walking in the wind and rain are getting wet. Sometimes, typos are like thorny forests. People walking in thorns are “stabbed”; sometimes, typos are like giant mountains, on giant mountains. The people are sweating. The typos always cause me trouble.

When I was in the second grade, I often wrote typos. When I saw the words that the teacher had circled with a red pen on the homework, I couldn't wait to swallow it. When the teacher announced in the class that I would write a wrong word, everyone called me "the wrong king."

Until one day, the language teacher called me out, she did not blame me, just said to me: "Children, do you know, I will write typos when I was young." Is it true? In my impression, the teacher will not go wrong! The language teacher seems to understand my thoughts from my surprised eyes. She added: "Yes, it is true. I know that after I write the wrong words, I don't even believe that I have written it right or not." The teacher really said that I went into my heart. I agree. Nodded. The teacher added: "Wei Wei, do you know how I overcome this difficulty?" I shook my head gently. The teacher said: "In fact, it is very simple. Just believe in yourself. You believe that you will write right, and then record the wrong words in the past with a small book. Is it not easy to pay attention to the writing of these typos next time?" "But... I... all in the fifth grade, and... can you change it?" I was so anxious that I stuttered. "Child, this is like a mountain. What matters is not its height, but its spirit. It is like a rain. The important thing is not its size, but time." The teacher said with a strong heart. I smiled and said: "I understand, thank you teacher."

Finally, I finally changed it. At the moment when the language teacher smiled at me, I sighed in my heart, ah! I finally got rid of the trouble that the typos brought me!

After the storm, the sky will be the color of the gulls. Out of the thorns, the front is the Kangzhuang Avenue covered with flowers. Ascend to the top of the mountain, and at the foot is the empty mountains and mountains. In this world, a star is fallen, the darkness is not bright, and the stars are fading. It is ridiculous that it is ridiculous. After this storm, a rainbow appeared in the sky.

Third grade: broken lead pen