600-word composition is eager for praise

Some people say that praise is easy to get. I shook my head in distress and said, alas, it's harder than going to heaven, and it's not easy for me. Just as a deer longs for a clear spring.

I am a chubby girl, not very good at sports, so I don't have enough confidence. The first standing long jump test, when the weather was not very good, the autumn wind blew coolness, and instantly passed through my thin clothes with a little coolness and loneliness, gently and quietly, infiltrating people's hearts. I opened my eyes wide and it seemed easy to see one girl after another in the long jump. I thought, what should I do to avoid being laughed at by others? Just recovered, I heard the teacher's voice and walked with difficulty step by step, as if I had drunk lead. Finally, I walked to the teacher, and I looked up at the teacher. The teacher stared at me with a serious expression and sharp eyes. The students looked as if they were going to watch a performance, and they couldn't help but get nervous. I jumped 1.85 meters with all my strength. I jumped up happily, and a warm wind blew to make me relaxed and happy. Without saying a word, the teacher walked away disdainfully and the students dispersed. I thought, isn't that good enough? Why on earth is this?

The 800-meter test came quietly like the wind, and I began to run with all my strength. Unexpectedly, just when I was satisfied with running, my school newspaper and keys fell behind. Time stopped at that moment, I thought, maybe they wouldn't appear in front of me after they escaped; If you don't run, you will be looked down upon by the teacher. As a result, I was doomed to fail when I went back. I gave up, but I really seemed to win. No matter how hard I chase time, I will lose it forever. The relentless wind came and the fallen leaves finally withered. Once again, I saw the distrustful eyes of the teacher and the accusations of my classmates. I'd like to defend myself, but I don't think they will believe me, let alone be a teacher. Teacher, I really want to be praised.

At night, I was lying in bed, dreaming that in my dream, the teacher told me with the same gentle eyes to work hard, not to give up, and to believe in myself. In my dream, I insisted on practicing physical education, and what I got was words of encouragement and praise from my teacher. This is the only thing I can comfort myself. When I opened my eyes and saw the first ray of sunshine, my dream disappeared without a trace. I am eager for praise.

The students are really eager for your praise, and I believe I will be better.