At that moment, I stood out, essay title

When the night of the past is closed, I look forward to the clouds turning and the misty sun and moon; the old dreams dry up and the river dries up. At that moment, I look forward to a clear spring, clear and bright; I was looking forward to enlightenment and enlightenment; at that moment, I was sad and looking forward to laughter. Until that moment, we excelled.

If it is a worm, it needs to be accumulated.

That year, as a middle school student, I felt sad. Among the top nine hundred classmates in the class, I stood in ninth place. That's not glory, it's a blow. I walked into class with the expectations of my parents and friends, but ended up in the embarrassing place of ninth place. Listening to the teacher's encouragement and classmates' whispers: Isn't she just the one who has an advantage in small subjects? That closed mouth never opened, "Do you want to talk about your experience?" I was a little confused. The teacher was very embarrassed and asked me to step down. Heavy and speechless, the tears became heavy and clung to my eyes to no avail. Along my cheeks, the tiny bits of sunlight flowed, through the laughter of my classmates, through the teacher’s rich baritone, and into my heart, creating a ripple.

From then on, I secretly made up my mind and worked hard.

If you are a pupa, just wait.

The end of the second half of the second grade of junior high school is an important step towards the third grade of junior high school. In the past six months, my name has gradually entered the ears of teachers in various subjects. In the past six months, I have experienced sadness, loss, and depression. I look forward to that moment of counterattack, but I am always careless and miss out on progress. Gradually, I began to meditate, quietly thinking about the reasons for my mistakes, and observing the details. In the burning July, looking at my classmates playing in the wilderness, I felt a little calmer. Integrate the playfulness and rationality into your heart. While avoiding mistakes, slowly accumulate and wait for the opportunity.

If it is a butterfly, it needs to bloom.

This is the sprint of the last year. The tide is coming and countless students are hit into the water. My results cannot be fixed, I thought firmly. This year I have the leading position of being number one in the class, but I am eager, not for anything else, but for peace. The bell rang for the third monthly exam, and I ranked first in the class and ninth in grade. At that moment, joy met me from afar. I am like a butterfly that sheds its chrysalis and becomes a shining star. At that moment, tears flowed through the tiny sunshine, through the admiring eyes of my classmates, through the teacher's relief, and through my heart, leaving a ripple. Now, it is tears of joy.

At that moment, I stood out.