Life is full of flavors, success, failure, sadness and excitement - you have to taste them, sometimes insignificant, sometimes unforgettable. The first time I tasted failure was in the fourth grade exam.
After the exam, I walked out of the classroom and took a breath of fresh air, which made my body a lot easier. I began to worry about my grades: I have mastered all these knowledge, and it must be no problem to win the first place. In this way, I feel much more relaxed.
In the afternoon, the teacher called me to the office. He scolded me severely: 'Duan Lian, how did you get 73 points in the exam?' Exclamation, like a big hammer, hit me fiercely. I was hit by Hutu. How can I get 73? Why? What about my reputation? Why do I get 73? Why? Why--- My heart is very numb, because I don't believe I can get 73 points, but I have to believe it. The teacher seemed to see through my mind, sighed and said, 'you don't have to care too much. In fact, you know, but your answer is too fast and careless, so the calculation of the answer is wrong.
The teacher talked to me again and asked me to go back to class. I was only thinking about points. I didn't listen to what the teacher said. That's 73 points, getting bigger and bigger, pressing on me. I think it's better to cry, so I don't care what man has tears. I bury my face on the table and cry.
I cried and cried for a long time, because it was the first failure in my life. Add more color to it! I tasted failure (1) 800 words I tasted failure
Life is like a moving music. The notes form a beautiful melody, sometimes high, sometimes slow, sometimes fast, sometimes low, and sometimes so sad and depressed & hellip& hellip;
Compare life to music and appropriately show the ups and downs of life. It also points out the main purpose of this paper.
It was a provincial electronic organ competition. Instrumental experts from the whole province gathered in Nanjing and began a heated competition. For this competition, my teacher carefully selected a very good electronic organ song for me. For this competition, I gave up countless rest time. When others are playing outside, when others are comfortably sitting on the sofa watching TV, and when others are sleeping, you can always hear bursts of piano sound coming from my room and flowing out of my fingertips. A few months later, I can say that I know the music like the back of my hand. Everything seems to have come naturally, just waiting for the day of the competition.
Using the first method of parallelism to describe his determination to actively prepare for the game, be full of confidence and strive for good results, which also paves the way for the turning point below.
Looking forward to the stars and the moon, I finally looked forward to the day of the competition and finally stood in the gorgeous competition hall. There are many experts there, but I'm not afraid at all. Finally, it was my turn. I walked to the stage, bowed to the audience, and began to play. Sometimes it was exciting and sometimes lyrical. The wonderful sound of the piano echoed in the hall like clouds and flowing water. At the end of the song, the audience applauded warmly, and the judges showed unprecedented high scores. However, after a long time, the scorer announced: 'Player 9's competition timed out and the score is invalid.' This result was like a bolt from the blue. I was immediately blinded, and the teacher on one side was also blinded: he didn't expect that his carefully selected music ignored the time limit; I didn't expect that I didn't lose to others, but I lost to myself! At this time, I really tasted the taste of failure. It was bitter, astringent, salty and mixed! I burst into tears, for my efforts have been wasted, for my failure. Why is God so unfair to me? Is this a setback? It came so fast!
Carefully write out your intentions and your mood for success in the competition, once again explain your importance to the competition, and at the same time, show your incomparable depression after failure. The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. It pushed the feelings of the article to a climax.
Setbacks are also the beginning of success. That failure taught me a lesson, but also made me stronger. Since then, I have worked harder to practice the piano. I have participated in many competitions and achieved good results. Now, I have not only passed cet-10 of electronic piano, but also obtained the piano cet-10 certificate issued by Jiangsu Music Association. Perhaps this is the power of frustration. It is it that makes me learn how to face failure strongly and how to get up and strive for success! I tasted the taste of failure (2) 1100 words I tasted the taste of failure
There was a thumping sound on the playground and the blame of the coach. " No, I'm late again. The coach will scold me. What shall we do? " I dare not go in. Eh! There is a small hole here. I saw the coach at the first sight through the small hole. He was yelling at a female classmate because she didn't pass the volleyball. I'm afraid. I want to run into the classroom and I'm afraid the coach will scold me later. I thought for a moment and slipped in when the coach wasn't paying attention. That's it. One minute, two minutes, God, the coach finally walked away. I secretly ran behind several female students who were seriously practicing the ball, took out my ball and began to practice. After a minute, the coach shouted like crazy, 'come here, why are you so late? Did you run? Run now! " I was so scared that I ran away. I felt very bad. I scolded me early in the morning and couldn't lift my head.
After five laps, I was so tired that I was sweating. When I picked up the ball and was about to leave, the coach said to me in a peaceful tone: 'practice hard. If you don't serve well, you must cushion the ball firmly.' He didn't go on, just waved me to practice serving. I walked away for no reason. The coach cleared his throat to watch us serve. He looks very serious today.
I don't know why I don't concentrate. I haven't sent a ball after practicing for so long. I was afraid that the coach would see it, so I had to hide and cushion the ball. After a while, the coach left the playground and didn't know what to do. We talked and laughed while the coach was away. You said, "I'm making the whole playground lively." Here comes the coach. " I don't know who said a word, which scared us to practice the ball immediately. Sure enough, the coach came with a book in his hand. It's over. The test is over. What should I do? If I don't serve well, I'll be eliminated. I was in a hurry and practiced the ball seriously. " Boys come and serve. " Great, boys first. At this time, I practiced serving. Before long, the boys finished and got good grades. As like as two peas, I was nervous, and the coach said that the more nervous I was, the worse I was. I tried everything to relax myself, but I couldn't help it. The second group. " When the coach read my name, I became more nervous.
First, No. I blamed myself with anger. Second, No. What's the matter? Such a simple ball can't be served. Third, No. Ah, it's over. Fourth, not again. I think the coach is a little unhappy, and I feel very sad. Come on, don't let the coach down. Fifth, over, over, ouch, out of bounds. That's terrible. Five of the ten goals were lost. What about the next five? I'm nervous and scared. Six, seven, eight. Not a qualified ball. I'm desperate. The coach looked at me and said only one sentence: 'next group.' I didn't care whether the ground was dirty or not, so I sat down and watched the next group serve. They're not much. But some of them sent five, some sent four or three, and at least one. But this is already a 'full score' for me. I was so sad that I couldn't say a word. I just looked at the blue sky. I don't know how many minutes later, the coach announced that I and several other girls were eliminated. I want to cry, but I can't cry. I always think about the ball game on TV. What a fierce scene.
My current mood has fallen into a deep 'bottom'. It's hard to fail. Six girls were selected and five were eliminated. I think I am the saddest person. I have always been eager to participate in the competition in the city. I really don't want to be like this. After a while, my eyes blurred. The sound of thumping can still be heard on the playground, but it has no meaning for me. The coach came over and wanted to say something to me, but he didn't say. When he left, my uncontrollable tears finally came out, and more and more. I have tasted the taste of failure, and I will experience countless setbacks, large and small, in my life. Of course, success comes from the sweat and efforts behind. At the beginning of life, I have tasted failure again and again.
I still remember that it was Saturday night. I went to learn Latin dance. Mr. Wang said, 'today, we want to learn a samba single combination. Everyone must know it!' After hearing this news, I couldn't help but be stunned. It's not a simple thing for this difficult Samba combination to learn. Isn't it my life to learn? With a 'heavy' heart, we had class.
It was OK at first, but there was a difficult step from the middle to the end, which broke my mind. Looking at the students around me, I got stuck there alone. I hurried to ask Mr. Wang for help. After teacher Wang's patient explanation and demonstration, these disobedient obstacles finally took me down, and I jumped up happily!
Mr. Wang said: 'now, you need to listen to music yourself to dance alone!' I said helplessly: 'alas! Leave it to fate! My dancing partner, Chen Fangliang, has successfully passed the test. It's my turn. My heart pounded and almost jumped out, because I was afraid of jumping the wrong dance steps and listening to the wrong music. " 5678 '& hellip& hellip; Wrong jump. Do it again. Jump wrong. Jump again. I've heard this sentence seven times. The eighth time. I barely passed, but the teacher said my actions were too rusty and without passion! I hurried outside to cry. This was the tears of failure. The students inside hurriedly came out to comfort me, but I didn't say a word and shook my head while crying.
This failure completely changed me. I made up my mind: I must make this combination passionate, let teachers and students scratch their eyes on me, and let them know that I am a little girl who is not willing to be weak!
Sun Yu, class 2, grade 6 of the municipal experimental primary school, I tasted the taste of failure. In 500 words, I will experience countless setbacks, large and small. Of course, success comes from the sweat and efforts behind. At the beginning of life, I have tasted failure again and again.
I still remember that it was Saturday night. I went to learn Latin dance. Mr. Wang said, 'today, we want to learn a samba single combination. Everyone must know it!' After hearing this news, I couldn't help but be stunned. It's not a simple thing for this difficult Samba combination to learn. Isn't it my life to learn? With a 'heavy' heart, we had class.
It was OK at the beginning, but there was a difficult step from the middle to the end, which broke my mind and watched the students around me learn it