I love math composition.

I don't know why, but it seems that I always have a special feeling about mathematics, which I don't have in other subjects.

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Actually, at the beginning, when I was in Grade Two, I didn't think there was much difference between mathematics and other subjects. Sometimes, mathematics was not as good as Chinese, and it was an experience that changed me.

that time, just after we had a lesson on multiplication table, the teacher taught us to recite the multiplication table. At first, I thought it was nothing important, so I kept it without a back, and disaster was finally coming. On the afternoon of the third day, the teacher suddenly came to an exam. I was surprised at this moment, but I was not afraid. I thought the question was not difficult. But who knows, when the test paper is handed down, my heart is half cold, because most of the questions on the test paper can be done correctly as long as we recite the multiplication table.

However, because I didn't memorize the multiplication table, I can't do many problems. I was searching and searching with my own memory ...

In the end, I only gave a random answer and handed in my paper. After handing in the paper, I constantly comforted myself and always thought on the bright side.

The next day, the paper was handed out. After the teacher called my name, he added, "53 points." This is obviously humiliating me. This is no wonder the teacher, because I have never scored 95 points at ordinary times, but I failed this time. When I got the paper, I was really ashamed. There is nothing to describe this feeling. I think I can only feel it by personal experience. After that class, I didn't go out to play as before, but sat on the bench and meditated ... < P > I came home, and I was going to play the piano that day, so I packed my bag and went to the music store. When I became a piano player, I met one of my classmates, and he took me everywhere. I should have practiced piano. When the teacher saw that my piano was empty, he came to catch me. When he saw that I was walking around, he grabbed me and slapped me. I continued to practice piano with a red face ... At that time, I was desperate and felt that the world had really turned black.

I have been afraid to take out my paper since I got home, but my mother accidentally looked at my schoolbag today and knew it long ago. I can't hide it if I want to. My mother told me to take out my paper, and I took out my paper. As soon as I turned around, my mother slapped me and pulled me to the room. My eyes were wide open and I was angry, and my tears almost came out. Dad slapped him on the table, too. That sound, I feel louder than the sound of thunder. At this moment, I feel today, as if all the misfortunes have gathered on me.

Dad came over again, grabbed me and pulled me to the ground, and I fell to the ground. Let my stepfather keep kicking me, as if he hated iron for not turning into steel ...

After their beating, he began to teach me the multiplication formula by heart, and then educated me and said to me, "Do everything you can, and don't feel sorry when you are forty or fifty years old."

From then on, somehow, I got ahead in math and became the first in my class, and it was the same when I graduated. I think it's only between my parents and me. It's a secret between us.

This experience not only made me fall in love with mathematics, but also made me understand how to be a person.

o(∩_∩)o I hope I can help you!

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