I got my xx composition back.

I used to be a "king of carelessness", and I always forgot to do my homework, which made my parents hurt their brains. "I don't want to be sloppy, but why is sloppy always following me?" I want to know.

I remember one math exam, I secretly told myself, "Don't be careless, Zhu Yongji." So I began to answer questions seriously. When you meet the arithmetic test, make a draft, and when you meet the application test, read it three times. After I finished, I checked it over and over again. The whole person seems to be possessed. Maybe it's because I want to get 65,438+000 points so badly. I felt uneasy after handing in the test paper. I'm afraid I'll fail in the exam and listen to my mother's "tightening spell". Every time I listen to my mother's nagging, I feel an indescribable irritability. Later, the results were announced, and my score was 100. I am ecstatic. As soon as I got home, I proudly handed the test paper to my parents, who immediately burst into laughter after reading it. It turned out that I told myself, "Don't be careless, Zhu Yongji." It was written on the test paper, too, and I couldn't help laughing. Our whole family was immersed in cheerful laughter.

That incident strengthened my belief and made me determined to get rid of my carelessness and be a serious and meticulous person.

I got my courage back.

I am a very ordinary student, with ordinary looks and average grades. In the crowd coming and going, no one will pay attention to me.

My seat is by the window. In my spare time, I like watching the scenery outside the window very much. Cars coming and going, few pedestrians, all disappeared in a hurry. There is also a willow that flutters slightly with the wind, which seems to be telling its experience.

I like classes very much. Hearing the teacher's voice and the sound of chalk wiping the blackboard, an idea appeared: to be a teacher.

In class, I like to listen patiently to students' wonderful answers to teachers' questions, but I never express my thoughts-even if his or her answers make my heart surge.

I like painting, and occasionally I draw my own thoughts with my strokes.

I like listening to songs, and my heart flies with dancing music.

I like running, and the feeling of boiling blood makes me forget everything.

I like literature, heroic Tang poetry, tender Song lyrics and ups and downs novels, all of which are my favorites.

Of course, only I know. I just wish I knew.

I am autistic, and I have always been the only one in my life circle-although I am eager to have friends.

Everything happened too fast and changed too fast.

"Lin zi, can you say a paragraph creatively?" A Chinese class, the teacher asked me.

"yes." My voice is so low that I can't hear myself clearly. The students are quiet, as if there are countless pairs of eyes staring at me. My face turned red.

Finally finished. I slowly raised my head and looked at the teacher. The teacher showed a gratified smile, and the eyes clearly said to me, "You speak very well. Keep working hard! " Immediately, a burst of warm applause broke out.

I can't imagine how I sat down. I only remember that class, and I was almost nervous.

Later, the teacher asked me to answer one question after another, and I tried my best to answer it perfectly. The voice gradually dared to amplify.

I began to like the teacher's encouraging eyes. So, I began to try to raise my hand to speak. I can't seem to lift my hand, but the teacher will find it. I saw the envious eyes of my classmates ―― I can always answer the right questions.

Later, I found my long-lost courage. The classroom has become my soaring sky.

I strive for every opportunity to show myself. Unconsciously, my grades have also improved.

I have many friends around me, and more people know me and understand me.

I'm happy ―― although I miss my autistic life occasionally.

When night comes, I look up at the sky. The stars twinkle not far away.

I know, I will be a teacher.

I know, my star shines not far away.

I found my confidence again.

I found my confidence again. "The years are slipping away. Finally, the days of picking flowers and counting stars floated on the yellow calendar, leaving us far away, and that happiness was locked in the threshold of memory forever. What followed was despair and loss after disillusionment. However, I don't want to fail, I don't want to be lonely, I want to light my heart candle, let it disperse the night around me, let it melt the broken ice covering my heart ... "After writing the above words, she closed the beautiful diary, carefully put it in the drawer, locked it, and buried her confidence in her heart. ? She, a competitive girl, has been transferred to a key middle school for almost half a year. When she moved here from a very ordinary school, she knew that she had many connections at home and spent a lot of money. However, she has few friends here, and what bothers her most is her grades. Every time the report card comes out, her name is almost at the bottom of the long snake array. Every time I think about it, she has a sense of inexplicable depression. It seems that the name in front of her weighs ten million tons, which makes her suffocate. ? She wants to work hard, and she wants to live up to what she wrote and put it into action. So she stopped daydreaming all day, because she knew that she had to face the reality and could not short the dreamer. She is attentive in class, enthusiastic in answering questions, and conscientious in finishing her homework ... all this, she tries her best to do well. Sure enough, her grades improved and a long-lost smile appeared on her face. In this way, she insisted on doing so, and her grades actually reached the middle reaches. All this makes her very happy. She opened her beloved diary again and wrote:? "People are just like tea. As long as you put yourself into a boiling life, ignite your heart and activate yourself, you will certainly show a vibrant color." ? After writing, she closed her diary and locked it in the drawer, keeping the joy of success in her heart. Gradually, her grades soared, and she became more confident and made many friends. She opened her diary again and solemnly wrote:? Life is a game of chess without regrets, a noisy play and a rough sea. I'm just an ordinary passer-by, but I'm confident that I can resolve my confusion and hesitation. Now, I really did it? She is me. ? Of course, you and I are just ordinary travelers. When faced with despair and frustration, we must light our hearts and regain our confidence. It will definitely glow with vitality.

I got my mother's love back.

The path in front of the door is quiet, but my heart is as warm and tireless as a pot of boiling water.

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As soon as I was born, my mother went to another world, and I was destined to be a lonely child! I can't look at my father's face when others hug my mother's neck for a lollipop. Maybe my father thought I was her nemesis and I pushed her out, so the whole family pushed me out everywhere. Children of the same age laughed at me, and I could only cry silently at her old photos. Crying and asking her mother: "Mom, is it my fault?" I squeezed mom out, didn't I? Am I your nemesis? "Countless questions want to ask my mother, full of words want to tell my mother, but that's impossible! I am a child destined to have no mother, only loneliness!

However, everything is not what I imagined!

Last September, my father brought an aunt back! From now on, she is my mother! And I shouted: "no, no, no, my mother is in a distant kingdom of heaven, and she is fake!" " Although she has a beautiful face like her mother, she is not-""Bang! ! "A slap in my face hurts like being scalded by boiling water. I ran out with my heart broken, but I heard the woman say, "Why! She's just a child! ――"

That night, I didn't go back because I didn't want to see my father's angry face and that woman's beautiful face. I don't want to do anything to hurt me again! I cried silently in the corner of the alley all night …

One night a few days later, I finally went home, dragging my tired body. My family has really changed a lot. When I opened the door, I saw the smiling woman coming. "Yu Yu! You are finally back, we are all anxious! " Later, she cooked me a big meal, boiled water, soaked my feet, covered myself with a quilt and slept ... a warm current flowed through! I thought, is this maternal love? !

After a few months, I never cried again, and my attitude towards my aunt changed a lot! The first time I called her mother, I lost track of time, too. I only remember the last sentence: "from today on, I will call you mom!" " "I just finished and saw her tears!

I can't forget how she picked me up in the rain. She bought me the most expensive piano. She gets up at 5 o'clock every day to cook for me! I am lucky because I have a good mother!

Mother in the sky, you know? I found a mother's love, a selfless feeling, so warm! How sacred!

It turns out that I am not a child destined to be sad, and I can also find my own maternal love!

I found "honesty"

Speaking of pirates, everyone is no stranger! They stole other people's editions and pocketed their own money. However, I, a primary school student, was also a "pirate", but I paid a "price" and didn't have a penny!

I was in grade three at that time. One day, the teacher assigned a composition. This stumped me, because I knew nothing about composing music. In the past, my mother managed to revise the composition, but today my mother is on a business trip. It's really terrible! I wrote it myself, but I was afraid that I would be "praised" by the teacher if I didn't write well. I opened the drawer helplessly and rummaged through the books. As luck would have it, I found the Selected Excellent Compositions for Primary School Students that my mother bought me. Just open a page and there happens to be a composition that meets this requirement. It's really "I can't find it anywhere, I can get it without effort"! Isn't this a ready-made composition? Can't I just copy the last one? God won't close one door, but he will open another! But I can't help worrying: if teachers and classmates see through me, I'm finished! On second thought, my mother bought this composition from other places, and nine times out of ten my classmates haven't read it. After much deliberation, the poor composition was "moved" to my composition book by me.

At noon the next day, the teacher read several well-written compositions as usual. My article, no, I copied it, and it's also on the list. Although last night's conjecture will not be debunked, it is different from reality after all. When my "pirated" composition was read aloud by the teacher, I got a cold war all over. Fortunately, my piracy was not exposed on the spot. But something unfortunate happened. When I came home with a pirated composition, it happened that my mother came back. She grabbed my composition that didn't need to be revised, neatly turned those two pieces of paper into four, and then into eight ... Finally, she ordered me to write two more compositions in the tone of "imperial edict" as a "reward" for me. Oh, poor thing!

I paid a painful price for this "piracy". It seems that I can't be lazy in my study. Since then, I have never done "piracy" or cheated teachers and parents. I have found my "honesty" and started to study in a down-to-earth way!

I found myself.

He is a transfer student from another school this semester. He won the first place in our class in the first exam. He is so excellent that many people envy him.

I have paid close attention to him since he appeared in my class. He is tall, thin, handsome and has a good temperament.

Soon, I found that he was also paying attention to me, and his confident eyes often swept me. One day at noon, he suddenly came over, put his shoulder on me and said, "Dude, don't always be sentimental." Don't always feel that God is sorry for you. " In fact, God is fair to everyone. I learned about you from the teacher. I came to talk to you today. I replied lazily, "I don't think so-do you think I can be saved?" He smiled and said, "Don't be so unconfident. Just open your heart and look at the front with pious eyes. It's not hopeless. I hope it's around the corner. It's up to you to pursue it yourself. " I smiled knowingly, and a warm current surged from my heart. I made a deal with him by high-fiving, and immediately there was laughter in the campus, fluttering gently, feeling that the trees were so green and the flowers were so beautiful. ...

From then on, we became inseparable friends, helped each other in their studies, made progress with each other, and were among the best in our class. Soon, we became the focus of attention of teachers. I am very grateful to him. He enlightened me, let me find hope and let me know what to do next. I have never been so confident, because I found myself.

Don't let the growing flowers be covered with self-enclosed dust, open your heart and let the warm spring breeze of friendship hold up our flying wings!

The teacher restored my confidence.

I used to be a very timid boy when I was a child. In class, I am afraid to raise my hand, speak, answer wrong questions, be laughed at by my classmates, and be indifferent to my teacher. But when I was in the third grade, something happened that made me slowly start to change. During the lunch break that day, my Chinese teacher Bian Song Xiao suddenly called me to her side. At that time, I immediately felt uneasy. Just as my seat is not far from the teacher's desk, I dawdled forward, and my mind quickly reflected on whether I had done something wrong recently and whether I was going to be criticized. When I slowly came to the teacher's side, I was accidentally pulled by the teacher and motioned for me to be closer to her. The teacher laughed and said to me, "now I can read you." You are a very lovely boy. When correcting this composition, I found that most of my classmates wrote something about your humor and cheerfulness. " Teacher Bian's words suddenly relaxed my tense nerves. I breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Teacher Bian, you flatter me. I just relax when I play with my children. I have no pressure and can speak freely. " Teacher Bian said, "Now you treat me as a friend and tell me a joke." I cleared my throat, secretly encouraged myself and told a joke to the teacher. Teacher Bian smiled and said, "You have a good memory. Now you can tell jokes calmly. If you can talk like this in class and integrate into the teacher's classroom teaching, your academic performance will definitely be better. Remember, build up self-confidence and believe that you can succeed. " After listening to the teacher's words, I nodded again and again and said, "Well, I will never live up to your hopes for me." Teacher Bian smiled kindly at me ... In this way, under the guidance of Teacher Bian, I slowly regained my confidence and became dare to raise my hand to speak. In the fourth grade Chinese final oral exam, I stopped cringing, but walked confidently to the teacher and recited the text in cadence. I was so happy when the teacher gave me an "A" with satisfaction. Teacher Bian, thank you for helping me regain my confidence!

I found my confidence again.

"Self-confidence is the first secret of success." Whenever I think of this famous saying, I will be filled with emotion: thank you for giving me strength!

I remember when I was in the fourth grade, the head teacher asked each group to choose the story king, the answer king and the answer king. Then hold a story meeting in class activities, and ask the story king to tell a vivid and interesting story in 3 minutes, and also explain the truth of story education. I was the team leader at that time, and the team leader must be "Wang". I can't help it. Xiao Sheng chose the king of rushing to answer, Xiaoling chose the king of rushing to answer, and only I am the king of stories. I consulted with my team members and chose a historical story about Han Xin. Every day after class, the students go outside the classroom for activities. Only I read and recite historical stories in the classroom. Reciting is not enough, but I also have expressions and feelings. As long as I have time, I will let my team members listen to my story and see if there is anything wrong. Is it loud enough? After unifying the opinions of the whole group, I began to practice again. Time flies. I worked hard and met all the requirements, but I was still afraid of making a fool of myself when telling stories.

Good friends inquire about other groups. Other groups are experts, even the monitor and vice monitor tell stories! Slowly, my previous self-confidence is gone, and I am more and more worried, depressed and nervous ... Do you think I can do it? Time passed in a blink of an eye, and it was getting closer and closer to the class meeting. I can only comfort myself and be confident. When the class meeting arrived, we nine story kings got together and told each other what was on their minds.

It's my turn! I stepped onto the sunny platform, and I kept saying in my heart, self-confidence, self-confidence, we must find our self-confidence! I recited the story vividly from beginning to end like an arranger, adding a lot of emotion. Finally, when I walked off the platform, the audience broke into thunderous applause! Wow! I made it!

Here I want to tell you, no matter when and where, you must find your confidence, find your confidence!

I hope I can help you, and I hope I can adopt it satisfactorily.