"Jingling bell" the class bell rang in my ear. The teacher came into the classroom with a thick stack of test papers in his hand. I looked at it carefully. My God! It's the Chinese monthly examination paper. Look, my chin can't close! The teacher began to read the scores before I recovered.
One, two, three... My heart tightened even more before I finished reading one. Finally, I still couldn't escape... I trembled to the podium. The classroom was very quiet. The students were looking forward to how I would do in the exam. After taking the paper, my eyes seemed unable to turn and stared at it. My mind was blank, my whole body was weak, and I collapsed on the chair“ How did you get 101? " I can't believe the facts in front of me, but how can the bright red numbers change? My heart was suddenly dragged into a black hole, perhaps, at the bottom of the hole is a scolding,
Is a sound of cynicism, is a blow, is a broken tear. All this is like a nightmare, in a sad bottomless pit, unable to extricate themselves. Home, in the face of comfort and encouragement, I was just indifferent
Next, just wait quietly for the next storm
I slowly cheered up under the comfort of my heart, and the clouds under my feet gradually faded and shallow. However, what makes me cry is still behind.
Things are not so simple, but worse... My English score came down. I opened the test paper with confidence and confirmed that it was mine after repeated inspection. At that time, I was not comparing my grades with my classmates, but the lost figure squatting in the corner. For a moment, my heart is like a ball pierced by a needle. How fragile it is! Facing the test paper, I had nothing to say... I was in a daze, and a burst of crying came from the bottom of my heart. composition
Through this exam, I finally understand me thoroughly. I always thought I was fine before, and this time undoubtedly gave me a heavy blow, and the facts in front of me proved everything. Scores, character, and these self admirable virtues have just become goals that still need to be worked hard. I want to give myself the next battle letter. I want to challenge history. I want to struggle and be a little snail who enjoys it. I want to climb up step by step, smile at the sun at the highest point, and I want others to look at me with new eyes. I want to prove my strength with action.
Future, I'm coming! Through the long night, the dawn is ahead! I don't like learning. I only pass every exam. Every time you finish the exam, you will regret it. Why don't you study hard and embrace Buddhism temporarily? I say that every time, but in a short time after the exam, I will throw this out of the sky. After every test, although they say so, they never really make up their mind. A graduation exam, because my score was not ideal and I couldn't enter a good class, I was just disappointed and didn't take it to heart. After a week, there was another exam. I thought that my deskmate was a worse person than I studied. This exam was certainly not as good as me. But the result is often much more cruel than what you think. This time my score was 12 points lower than my deskmate, which surprised me. I recalled that he listened carefully in every class from the beginning of school to now. If he didn't, he took the initiative to ask the teacher for advice, but I didn't think so. After this incident, I also began to listen to the class and review carefully after class. But it was hot. I gave up in less than a week and began my bad habits again. Occasionally, I saw my deskmate walking on the road with a textbook in his hand. At that time, I scolded: nerd! I went forward and laughed at it before I gave up. After a month, his study improved by leaps and bounds, which made me very unwilling. I must compare him to him! In the next month, I found that I had changed and loved learning. This makes me very happy, because this is the first time I laugh for my own study. Once again, the sudden attack of the exam made everyone in our class nervous (except me). When the test results were announced, my results were within the top 10 in my class. I jumped three feet high & hellip& hellip; After this journey, I understand a truth: all efforts will eventually achieve good results! But if you ignore it, you will become frustrated, failed and vulnerable! Chen Wenqing, grade one of Xikou middle school in Fenghua City, this article is the original article of our website users. Reprinting without permission is prohibited! Post test feeling
Xinghua primary school
Class 51
Cheng Qian's composition
Today is Tuesday, July 5. It's our exam day. Jingling, jingling, jingling, jingling, jingling, jingling, jingling, jingling, jingling, jingling, jingling, jingling, jingling, jingling, jingling, jingling, jingling, jingling, jingling, jingling, jingling, jingling, jingling, jingling, jingling, jingling, jingling, jingling, jingling, jingling, jingling, Jing. When writing, my hands don't know how. They tremble like a demon. The bell rings again in this quiet place. However, this time it is not the bell, but the school bell, which means that all subjects have been answered and the level of grades is waiting for you.
After school, the students were discussing the answers. In the discussion of the students, I found that I had several wrong questions. They were all calculation questions. They all blamed me for my carelessness. After calculation, I didn't check again. oh dear! Originally, I was nervous. Now that I know the wrong question, I feel even more nervous. And those questions are very good!
When I got home, my parents asked me how I did in the exam. I said I didn't know. During the rest days, my family went to other places to play together. On the way, I was absent-minded. My mother seemed to see through my mind and kindly comforted me and said, "it doesn't matter, Qianqian, there is no winning general. Everyone has bad times in the exam. Besides, now you don't know the score. Even if you don't do well in the exam, my mother won't blame you this time, You have also made a lot of efforts for this exam. Have fun. " Although my mother advised me many times, I was not in the mood to play. Finally, my mother called the teacher. The teacher said that I did well in the exam. I got 94 points in math and 90.5 points in Chinese, which is a scientific handicap. The teacher said, it doesn't matter. I recite more before the exam. On the phone, the teacher praised me to my mother! Now, the stone in my heart finally fell to the ground.
Back to school, when the teacher announced the report card, I clearly heard the teacher say that I came third in the exam and I got a certificate of merit. That taste is as sweet as drinking honey. In this activity, I felt the power of persistence. In this activity, I felt the power of persistence
Persistence can turn dreams into reality; Persistence can exercise people's will; Persistence can get firm and unchanging faith.
With the weather getting colder, our winter long-distance running began again. This is our first winter long-distance running after entering middle school. In this activity, I realized the power of persistence.
The requirements of long-distance running in primary school are very simple, and only once a year. But in middle school, the speed and distance of long-distance running have changed significantly. Because, with the growth of age, the requirements for our physical fitness will be further strengthened. It is a great challenge for me who lags behind in sports! composition
Before the long-distance race, the teacher put forward a strict requirement for our activity: we must adhere to it. One reason is to challenge our physical limit, the other is because long-distance running is one of the compulsory items in the middle school entrance examination. I was very nervous after listening, because sports is my long-term weakness, and running is the weakest of the weakest.
On the first day, I barely kept up within the first 50 meters, but it became more and more difficult. After running less than 200 meters, I was panting and sweating. My feet were like lead, and my breathing became faster and faster. Looking at the students running past me, I really want to put two wheels on my legs. The final result is conceivable. I was left two laps... Composition
Back home, I sighed and complained to my mother. My mother comforted me and said, "don't worry. Let's take our time. Persistence is victory. From now on, I will exercise with you. I believe persistence will be effective.". After listening to my mother's words, I think it makes sense: doing anything is a bit of accumulation. Persistence is victory, while giving up means cowardice. My courage is inspired!
In order to enhance my endurance, every night, I would run from home to Tiananmen Square with my mother. At first, I really couldn't hold on. I just wanted to stop after a few steps. At this time, my mother would encourage me while joking and say, "can a 12-year-old boy still run less than a 42 year old woman? Look! You've come here today in one breath, much better than yesterday... "With her encouragement and support, I gritted my teeth and insisted. More than a month later, I can easily run to Tiananmen from home. In this process, I feel the power of persistence.
Now, I almost don't fall behind in the school's long-distance running activities. Although I still have a certain gap with other students, I will never give up!
This long-distance race tells me that as long as you stick to it, you will win. This activity let me experience the power of persistence《 After reading blog of our class
Tang Boyi, class 3, grade 2, zhenzhuyuan primary school, Maanshan City, Anhui Province
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"There's no way to describe what he's wearing. In short, his clothes are strange and everything is dirty." composition
"God gave it to Huang Tianyuan"
I went home in that cotton padded jacket and felt very warm
"Miss Gu:" you're under too much pressure. In fact, as long as you try your best, no one will blame you for how many scores you get in the exam. '"
"Miss Gu didn't come up with a good idea until after school in the evening. She asked us to take all the flowers home and raise them for her. But there was a bunch of flowers that she left behind. It was painted by Huang Tianyuan on paper. Don't forget me. "
My mother told me that it was the evening of October 1 in the "blog of our class" essay contest. Although I missed the submission time, my mother asked me, "this set of books is your favorite, which has brought you great help. It's not important whether you can participate in the competition. Write your feelings after reading and send them to sister Xiaona. Would you like to see it?" I readily agreed, because I like this set of books so much. Now it is my inseparable good friend.
When school was about to begin this summer vacation, my mother and I went to the bookstore to buy learning materials. We accidentally saw the set of books "blog of our class". There were only those in grades 1, 3 and 5. My mother felt very good and bought them for me. What is a blog? I didn't know. In the evening, my mother and I first opened the book "when the third grade is going on". First, my mother read it to me, and I was fascinated by it! How do you say many stories are very similar to me in school? From that day on, I watched both sleeping and eating. I couldn't bear to put it down when I went to the bathroom. My mother said, "yo! We had a family accident