Composition of Grade One (My Brilliant Moment)

At that moment, I was looking forward to the flowing clouds and the misty sun and moon; At that moment, I looked forward to a clear spring, clear and bright; At that moment, I was looking forward to enlightenment in my hard thinking and suddenly realized; At that moment, I expected laughter in sadness. Until that moment, we were all smart.

If it's a bug, it needs to accumulate.

That year, I felt sorry for the taste of middle school students. The first nine classes 100 students, I stand in the ninth place. That's not glory, it's a blow. Full of parents' expectations and friends' expectations, I entered the classroom, but I ended up in the embarrassing position of ninth place. Listening to the teacher's encouragement and classmates whispering: isn't she an advantage subject? That closed mouth is always reluctant to say "tell me about your experience?" I'm a little confused. The teacher was embarrassed and asked me to step down. Heavy, speechless, tears become heavy, hanging on the eyes is of no help. Along my cheeks, I felt the sunshine, the laughter of my classmates, and the rich baritone voice of my teacher, which caused ripples in my heart.

From then on, I made up my mind to work hard.

If it is a pupa, wait quietly.

The end of the second half of the second semester of the second grade is an important step towards the third grade. Over the past six months, my name has gradually entered the ears of teachers in various subjects. In the past six months, there have been sadness, disappointment and sadness. I was looking forward to the counterattack at that moment, but I was always careless and missed the progress. Gradually, I began to meditate, quietly thinking about the reasons for my mistakes and observing the details. In July, I felt a little calm when I watched my classmates playing in the wild. Combine that fun with reason and precipitate it in your heart. In avoiding mistakes, slowly accumulate and wait for opportunities.

If it is a butterfly, it needs to bloom.

This is the last year's sprint. Spring tides hit and countless students were knocked into the water. The grades are uncertain, I firmly believe. I am at the top of my class this year, but I long for peace, not for anything else. The bell of the three monthly exams landed, ranking first in the class and ninth in the grade. At that moment, joy met me from afar. I am like a butterfly that has shed its pupa and become a shining star. At that moment, tears flowed through the tiny sunshine, the admiring eyes of the students and the comfort of the teachers, and my heart rippled. Now, it is tears of joy.

At that moment, I was brilliant.