Growing common sense

Like the spring of flowers, read the brilliant dawn, into the mood of the water, read the quiet years; like the soul of snow, read the wonderful fairy tale; like the years of dreams, read the beautiful life.

What is life? It’s a laugh, a tear, a wonderful flower, a bitter wine, a sweet song that can’t be easily relaxed, and a heavy footprint that can’t be heavy again –

In the national hour, my grades are very poor. I often go to class and the exams are always unsuccessful. Once in math class, the math teacher asked me to do a simple answer, but I couldn't start. The teacher angered and threw a sentence in front of me: "Stay in the brain!" Suddenly, the classroom laughed in the classroom. At that moment, I cried sadly, and the teasing of my classmates swirled in my ear, and my young mind almost collapsed.

I wandered out of the classroom and ran home all the way. After my mother heard about me, my face suddenly became blue. Then she stroked my head and said seriously: "Children remember, they will be beaten when they live. Men, if you work hard, we will have others." When my mother finished this sentence, I clearly saw her eyes. It’s wet. This is the first time I’ve seen my mother cry since I was born. From that moment on, I remembered my mother’s words. I no longer let my mother cry for me.

Since then, I have been studying hard every day. If I go to class, I will write a "heart" on my own palm to mean to remind myself to concentrate. Other students can use one minute to learn the knowledge, I can't learn, then I will use ten minutes, one hour, until I learn.

In this way, with this spirit of hard work and courage to try, I have countdown to the third in the final exam. My progress surprised the teachers and classmates. They couldn't think of a person who was "stunned" and could achieve such amazing progress.

When I took the bright red award from the teacher, my tears flowed unconsciously. I finally used my constant attempts to prove that I am not a "staying brain."

I ran home with a certificate and carefully handed it to my mother. Suddenly, my mother was stupid. When I got back to God, my mother held me tightly in my arms and said with a trembling voice: "You did it, you did it."

At that moment, my heart completely understood, failure is not terrible, the terrible thing is not to try. In fact, failure is the beginning of success. Only when you grow up in failure and try in failure can you withstand the storm.

The road underfoot is still very long. Since you have already embarked on the voyage of life, you can't refuse to give in; since you have chosen a distant place, don't stop; since the sail has risen, don't refuse to set sail. Let us grow up healthily in the trial, let us continue to try to succeed!