A complete collection of essays written by primary school students.

Outside the window, it was raining mist, and one or two birds occasionally flew across the gray sky. Their helpless calls added to my sense of loss. I lowered my head and stopped thinking about the unpleasant things. However, my eyes fell on the math test paper in my hand and I couldn't move away. The bright red scores stung my eyes mercilessly and cut my hanging heart. It forced me to think about it. That is not a sad thing, but I can't help but add a touch of sadness in my heart.

Since the fifth grade, my math scores have not been very good. My parents insist on letting me take tutoring, but I don't want to, and I am still confident. He said to them: "Believe me, I will learn mathematics well through my own efforts. I don't regret not going to tutoring." Now, as a person facing failure and a crossroads in life, I don't know that I can still learn mathematics well. Do you have the courage to say this?

At 8 o'clock in the morning in the school, the classroom was completely silent. The sound of the "Allegro" made by the mathematics teacher's high heels rippled in the ears of more than 70 students. It tugged at the heartstrings of more than 70 students. Finally, the "Allegro" stopped, and with the command "Go to class", more than 70 "wooden piles" bowed to the math teacher holding a stack of papers, and He gave a "Mona Lisa"-like smile and commanded "Sit down". After a few sounds of tables and chairs colliding, the air condensed and dozens of pairs of eyes looked at each other. After about a minute, the teacher spoke. After talking a lot about "The Analects of Confucius", I returned to the theme and announced the scores. The teacher's crisp voice floated in the classroom, "No. 72, 60 points." The teacher finally said something so cruel that I couldn't believe it. Reality, as arbitrary as putting a prisoner to death in court, hit me hard, and my classmates looked at me with looks that were either strange, surprised, sympathetic or gloating. I instantly felt a great sense of loss and joy. Sad, I am confused. I don’t know how to face my parents who are busy and working hard for me all day long. I don’t know how to face my confident and proud vows. In short, at this moment, I have fallen into despair. The abyss of sadness and confusion.

Outside the window, the rain was still falling mistily. The rain as thin as silk now turned into sharp embroidery needles, thrusting unscrupulously into my heart. I was covered with bruises and was struggling in the suffering. Then, I raised my head firmly, trying to prevent the tears from falling. At this moment, an eye-catching quote from a famous person hanging on the wall appeared in front of my eyes: "Discouragement breeds despair." Disappointment, disappointment begets wavering, wavering leads to failure - Bacon." That's right! I thought about the words "discouragement, disappointment, wavering, failure" over and over again. Suddenly, my inspiration appeared, my thoughts were no longer messy, and I My mind was no longer confused, and a clear thought appeared in my mind: "I can't give up my vows and my confidence easily. I can't just realize the value of success. Failure is the experience that money can't buy. There is failure." Only by doing so can there be success. There is also a famous saying that goes like this: 'Don't be afraid of losing a hundred battles, just be afraid of being discouraged! ' The famous saying says, this is all the truth!" Thinking of this, I have enlightened, and the knot in my heart has been opened. , I laughed and said as before: "I don't regret it!"

Outside the window, the rain stopped, and a bright ray of sunshine shone in front of my window.

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