I successfully wrote 1. The afternoon sun shines softly on me, and the spring breeze blows gently, bringing coolness. I sat by the window and watched a 6-or 7-year-old girl try again and again in the outdoor parking lot downstairs, trying hard to learn to ride a bike, and her thoughts drifted away with the spring breeze. ...
In the summer vacation of 20xx, I learned to ride a bike in the open-air parking lot behind the building. The fiery red sun shone on the scorching earth, and I was sweating like a pig, and my heart was a little impatient. Seeing that school is about to start, my cycling skills are still not good: I am always crooked, and I have installed stone steps next to the green belt from time to time, and I don't know how to pave the car at all.
In this case, how can I not worry? If I don't learn to ride a bike before school starts, my studies will be a big problem. I couldn't ride a bike before, but my brother was promoted to junior high school at the beginning of school, so it is impossible to take me to and from school again; My uncle works in Luoyang, so he can't meet him at school. I have to go to work to cook when my period comes. If he picks me up from school, I can't cook. Besides, mom only meets once a week. Forget it. In this way, I can only learn to drive to school alone.
It's just that cycling is still crooked now, which is impossible. Therefore, we must practice quickly.
Yes, I've practiced seriously. But once, twice, three times, four times ... Lian's situation has not improved, but has become worse. The sun is getting more and more poisonous, and I'm soaked through. Tired, having a rest, drinking some water and practicing repeatedly, the situation is still not good. I keep convincing myself that persistence is victory. But slowly, my last patience was polished, and I simply stopped practicing, with some self-destructive thoughts: that's it, whatever. Sit on a stone bench.
My mother, who has been guiding me to read this, came over and advised me, "Xiaoxue, do you still remember the article you read?" You certainly haven't forgotten the experience of the top bowl boy in that article. You see, the top bowl boy was not discouraged in the face of repeated failures, but tried again and again and finally succeeded. Isn't there a saying that failure is the mother of success? Xiaoxue, think about it and learn from the failure. Mom believes that you will succeed. "
After listening to my mother's words, I thought about it, explained why I always failed before, patted the dust on my clothes and stood up to practice again.
With the previous lesson, I let go of my courage, put my hand on the brake, tried to keep my balance, and slowly pushed my foot up ... gradually, I became more and more stable and relaxed. ...
"Ah, I succeeded, I succeeded!" I shouted and jumped excitedly, my face was full of joy, and the faint golden sunshine shone on my face, which was soft and changed the previous fiery heat, as if the sun was happy for me.
I made it. Everyone has had success, and everyone has experienced failure. My success is based on my success, which is exactly the famous saying that "failure is the mother of success".
I am a self-motivated person and have no confidence in anything, so failure has become a common occurrence in my army. Until this year's sports meeting, the god of failure finally did not wave to me.
Before the sports meeting, I was angry and distressed. I'm just a tall man. Why should I take part in the long jump? Before the tense competition began, I even felt like giving up, but I persisted with my "never-improving heart".
The thing is, ten minutes before the game started, our athletes were watching our senior's long jump. They all rushed forward with all their strength, and I felt the strength of their efforts. After a while, it was our turn to play. I am number 2, so nervous that my heart is pounding for my family.
I'm on stage, my friends are cheering for me, and the cloud is cheering for me. At first, I ran very slowly, and then I walked like a fly, jumping in the air and jumping a long distance, but the referee said I was super-board, and I was so angry that I took off and landed.
The second game has already started, and I can't foul any more, because the strength of other players is similar to mine, mainly depending on who has mastered the tricks and methods first. I worked as hard as the first time, but this time I didn't foul, and I jumped well, 3 meters 14. My heart was suddenly overjoyed, and my mouth could not conceal this joy, raising a 45-degree smile. The third game has started, and there is only one thing in my heart, self-confidence!
As long as I work hard, I will succeed. I stepped up my efforts and rushed out like a motor, but this time it was not good. Although he jumped 3.30 meters, his posture was not good at all. Nevertheless, I am still very happy, and it gets better every time.
The last sentence is also the most critical moment. It all came so smoothly, and I was a little uneasy. Victory or defeat is imminent. Come on! Think carefully about the jumping skills for the last time, and then the soles of your feet rush out like lubricating oil. Yeah! I broke the previous record and jumped farther than before.
I don't know how to describe the pleasure. I jumped three feet and was all smiles. Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi. I didn't expect me to win the first prize, too. I have always been regarded as an underachiever by others, and I finally touched them this time, and I have to get to know me again myself.
I didn't expect success to taste so good. I will turn my fantasy into reality in the future, that is, an enterprising me, a brand-new me!
I successfully wrote down April 3rd, an exciting day, which was a small step in my long life.
I don't know how many times it has been revised in preparation for the speech contest. Almost every morning in the corridor and office, you can see me and another speaker, my good friend, absorbed in training. At first, I carried my back one by one, and then I carried it one by one; After reciting, I began to "talk".
In class, I will show my cards to my good friends and decide who will represent the class in the competition. When speaking on the stage, I remembered the teacher's instruction: pay attention to your speech and don't speak too fast. Speech speech, 85% is about speech. Secondly, the richness of expression, expression and action makes people enter your realm quickly, that is, acting.
Finally, I ended with a sigh of relief. Wait for the teacher to announce the result. Is it? You did a good job. I can go to the game! When the teacher announced me, I almost stood on the table with joy.
When I was ready to take part in the competition, my classmates enthusiastically encouraged me: Come on, I'm sorry if I don't succeed! Get the first place and come back!
When drawing lots, I drew my lucky number: 5. Great! I must be the lucky one in this game! The host kept announcing the names of the contestants, and my heart beat faster, like carrying a rabbit. "It's my turn soon. Can I succeed? " My good friend has been comforting me: "Are you nervous? Take a deep breath when you are nervous. One, two? Two ""Please invite contestant No.4 to give a speech on the stage, and please prepare five good contestants. " The voice of the host rang in my ear again. I listened quietly and waited quietly.
It's finally my turn. I strode to the podium and kept encouraging myself: Come on, believe in yourself, I can do it! After the introduction, I spoke vividly. Under the stage, the expectations of my classmates, the staring eyes of leaders and the encouraging eyes of teachers have doubled my confidence. I don't know if I am infected or if everyone is infected by me. I fully demonstrated my anger, sadness and heartfelt appeal. ...
The next day, when the teacher announced that I had won the first prize, I was ecstatic. Yes, I succeeded in a speech contest that I have never participated in! This will be my new milestone. Although it is a small step in a long life, I can no longer resist the excitement in my heart. Sun, do you hear? Do you remember our agreement? I made it!
I made it. Success is not difficult for everyone. As long as you sweat for it and work hard for it, you will succeed.
On the ninth day of this year, my sister and I went skiing. I was envious when I first walked into the ski resort and saw people "flying" down the snow slope. So I can't wait to put on my heavy shoes and skis, pick up my poles and go out in a hurry. I wanted to show my skills, but when I stepped on the snow, I found that I couldn't even walk. So listen carefully to other people's points: squat, push your feet inward, and the beginner's snowboard must be in the shape of an inner figure, and look forward. ...
I tried to do what the "master" just said on the flat snow. Well, that's true. Knowing how to skate, I walked to the top of the slope. Look at the gentle slope 100 meters long. There is a little girl who looks five or six years old, but she can slide down from it with dignity. So I confidently walked to the cableway up the mountain and reached the top of the slope in one breath. Before I could pose, the skateboard went straight down like a demon.
Unconsciously, I have been kneeling on the ground, flying with my shoulder pole, and piles of snow are lying comfortably on my body. With the help of the staff, I reattached the pole and turned carefully. As soon as I lifted the pole, the snowboard rushed down like an arrow. I sat on the ground again before I could manage to get them. I patted the snow hard, covered up my mess, unloaded my skis in frustration and walked down the hillside.
A kind-hearted uncle said, "Never mind, just fall a few times." I gritted my teeth and walked to the cableway up the hill. Halfway up the mountain, I said to myself loudly, "Believe in yourself! Look ahead, don't be afraid to fall! " Then I tried to stand firm. I put the pole back, put my legs together and squatted down. The sled moves slowly forward and slides faster and faster. I was so scared that I closed my eyes and knew nothing but the wind blowing in my ear.
Finally, the speed gradually slowed down. After stopping, I opened my eyes in fear and found myself standing safely at the finish line. Many people looked at me with envy. I see, I slipped down smoothly. I cheered happily: "Oh, I learned to ski! I succeeded! "
In this way, I learned to ski and fell in love with skiing. Skiing experience, like life, is constantly summed up in repeated falls. As long as you have a firm goal, one day you will fly happily!
I succeeded in composition 5. Hungry birds always fly out of their warm and comfortable nests for the first time, and babbling children always walk for the first time. After all, there were many firsts when I entered youth, but what I remember most is the first time I solved a math problem independently.
On this day, the weather is clear and sunny, and the rich osmanthus fragrance is refreshing. After finishing my homework, I want to go out to play. But as soon as I crossed the threshold, my father stopped me. He said seriously, "Have you finished your homework?" "It's done." I said confidently. "Then don't count the Olympics." "This ````````, good ``````" I replied falteringly. So, I picked up a book and a pen and did it casually.
The first few questions are very simple. I did it three times, five times and twice, but I couldn't do it for the last time.
This problem seems quite simple, but it is actually very complicated. I took a pen, kept calculating in the draft book, and kept turning around in my mind, desperately thinking: there is some water in a container, and 2/7 of the water is poured out. The remaining water and the container weigh 7.2kg respectively. Then pour out the remaining 2/3 of the water. At this time, the total weight of water and container is 65438+ 0/3 of the original weight of water and container. How many kilograms of water were there in the original container? So now the water is 5/2 1, what should I do later? I scratched my head, thought hard and racked my brains, still like a headless fly, with no clue.
I thought for a long time and almost gave up several times, but I was still unwilling. I carefully observe every condition and carefully analyze the meaning of every sentence. I am eager to find some clues in every sentence I read, but I can't figure it out. Just as I was about to give up, my father's words rang in my ear: "History cannot be rewritten. We need to write it down. Never say give up. " Yes, I can't even solve this small problem. How can I write history?
So, I cheered up again and tried to think about the answer to this question: the current water is 5/2 1 of the original water, so 5/2 1 of water plus a container is equal to the original water plus a container multiplied by 1/3. If so, then 5/7 of water plus a container is equal to the original water plus a container. Divide 7.2 by 6/7 to get the original weight of water. "Oh, I made it! I made it! I finally solved it. " I cried happily.
At this moment, it suddenly occurred to me that there is no mystery in the world that cannot be solved. As long as you observe carefully, be good at thinking and persevere, you will have unparalleled knowledge power.
I succeeded in composition 6. One day, I came across splendid cross-stitch in the street. By the way, didn't my sister tell me how to embroider cross stitch? Now the opportunity came, and I quickly bought a "little angel" cross stitch. I can't wait to run to my room, lock the door and start my long work.
Open the package and look at the sample. It's an angel with a bow and arrow. That's great. I thought to myself, don't you just put it on and put it on, left and right? Simple! I will keep my word.
First of all, I put a colored thread into the eye of a needle according to the instructions on the imitation sheet. Embroidery board in left hand, needle in right hand, embroidery started, alas! Hands that haven't touched a needle and thread are really not good, just like holding a pen. I finally inserted the needle into a hole, but I pulled it out, huh? Why did the thread come out again? It turns out that I haven't tied the end of the thread yet.
So, I wrapped a circle of colored thread with the index finger of my right hand, and when my index finger and thumb were twisted, I tied a knot. Then, I stuck the needle into a hole according to the original method. It's good. It went well. Then insert the needle into the hole in the upper corner.
Everything is under my control, in an orderly way. However, the good times did not last long. I didn't see the direction of the needle clearly because of my carelessness. The needle tip suddenly stuck on my left finger, and bright red blood quickly flowed out, leaving a little red dot on the embroidery board. What good finger contact! I really want to cry in pain.
However, the pursuit of ideals prompted me not to care too much about my wounds. I grabbed a "band-aid" and put it on the wound, and threw myself into the intense work. I firmly believe that sunshine always comes after rain, where can I see a rainbow without rain? ! So, I adjusted my mentality, carried forward the spirit of ants gnawing at bones, and reprimanded in one go.
In this way, ten minutes passed ... 20 minutes passed ... half an hour passed. My eyes hurt and my hands hurt. However, the little angel still has one eye that is not embroidered. So much trouble, no embroidery! I put down the cross stitch and went out to play. When I came back, the "one-eyed angel" still on the table seemed to criticize me for giving up halfway. I thought, the angel should be the embodiment of justice, and I will persevere and embroider her perfectly.
So, I started my work again. Because of my previous experience, I succeeded in a short time. Looking at it, there seems to be crystal tears in your big eyes, as if you are grateful to impress me.
I think it is the most beautiful little angel in the world, because I am not afraid of setbacks. More importantly, this success also made me understand the valuable experience of overcoming difficult problems and set up my determination and belief to succeed.