I tasted the joy of success.

Some people say that labor has a taste, and some people say that reading has a taste, but I think success is the most delicious. Have you experienced the taste of success? I can proudly say, "I have!"

I used to be an annoyed one who wrote a diary and wanted to sleep when I was writing. I don't know why, it seems to be allergic to writing. Every time the teacher keeps writing and diary, I frown. Every time I write a diary, I don't know what to write. I think it is longer than I wrote. Actually, I am next to me. There are so many things, but I just don't pay attention to observation. Every time the writing is always coped, it’s enough to write the words together. Every time I score is not high, and I don't care. Dad bought me a lot of books, but I don't always look at it. Once, the teacher asked me to write an article about the person, and I sneaked an article. I did not expect that the help of me in this article is too great. At the end of the period, the teacher had to choose a few people to participate in the essay competition. After the teacher selected two, he did not know who to choose. At this time, the teacher’s gaze shifted to me and said: "Liu Lijie is very clever, maybe he can write well. Let Liu Lijie go!". At the beginning, I was very excited in my heart. When I got to the examination room, I panicked. I didn’t accumulate how to write. At this time, the questions were written on the blackboard, and they were written. I thought to myself, the brain turned and thought about the article I was carrying. I want to imitate only the form of the article. The event is different from the character. This is not a copy. So I wrote it... Finally I got the second place at the holiday ceremony, and I don’t want to mention how happy I am.

In the second semester, I thought that once I had a success, I could succeed several times. So in this semester, there is no work on writing. At the end of the period, he was not selected by the teacher to participate in the essay competition. I seem to have a worm biting in my heart, and it is very uncomfortable. My white face is no longer the skin color of the past, and it looks like a mature apple. I seem to have lost confidence in the composition and feel that I have no genius in this respect.

The first essay in the third semester made me regain my confidence. I remember that article was very clear, called "Mother's Day", got 98 points, the highest in the class. The score of this article reminds me of the phrase "failure is the mother of success." I rejoice in writing, and I began to make up for the shortcomings of the last semester. For this success, in order to improve the writing level, I read 14 novels in a semester, read 10 books, made a lot of reading notes, and mastered a lot of writing skills. Through unremitting efforts, my writing level has been significantly improved, and I have been recognized by teachers and classmates, and once again participated in the school essay competition.

"I succeeded! I succeeded...", this essay contest won the second place, it is not easy! When the principal announced to the teachers and students of the school that I was the second place, the students looked at me with a pair of envious eyes, and the warm applause came into my ears. My heart seems to be as sweet as a secret, no, it seems to have eaten delicious food that people have never eaten all over the world. My face is red again, I didn't want to laugh, but the mood of joy made me unable to control it.

I finally felt the taste of success.

Fifth grade: yijian2013