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The power to touch the heart.

Words of encouragement after defeat are like a magical power that touches my heart and gives me confidence. One day in late summer and early autumn, I strolled home dejectedly, with my report card in my hand, tears falling uncontrollably, and my heart was full of regret. I imagined that my mother would have a disappointed expression, and remorse, regret, and sadness suddenly came to my heart.

I don't know how long it took me to finally get home. My mother still came out to greet me with a smile on her face as usual, leading my schoolbag for me, and not forgetting to ask for warmth. In the face of my mother's delicate love, I felt ashamed, and when I remembered the disappointing scores on my report card, my guilt seemed to increase several times at once, and my heart became heavy.

Thinking about it, my mood was like being pricked by a needle, it hurt, and tears fell down again. My sudden action seemed to scare my mother, who hurriedly asked me what had happened, so I explained the report card. Mom's brow furrowed slightly, but after a while, she was relieved.

Looking at my mother's expression, I thought: it's over, it's over. My mother will definitely be disappointed this time, and she must have lost confidence in me.

To my surprise, instead of getting angry, my mother patted me on the shoulder as if comforting, and said to me earnestly, "Son, don't be discouraged. As the saying goes, 'failure is the mother of success', this failure will not determine your future.

Remember, it doesn't matter if you fail, as long as you've tried. These words of encouragement seem to inject infinite self-confidence into my body, and the power of self-confidence envelops every cell in my body, fills every vein, and stimulates my motivation to struggle.

It doesn't matter if you fail, as long as you have tried. These words of encouragement thought to have magic, gave me the strength of self-confidence, and touched my heart deeply. Haili Essay Network.

Tears are immaculate because they contain feelings; The tear is crystal clear, because it reflects the heart; Tears are precious and priceless because they contain love. My mother's tears tugged at my heartstrings and gave me the strength to be confident. I remember in my second year of junior high school, once I made a serious mistake, I deceived my teacher and mother!

Looking back on it now, I still feel guilty! I feel so stupid, I cheat and cheat, but in fact, I am the one who has been deceived the most. In that monthly English exam, I left the answers to the English test paper and did not hand them over to the teacher.

I gave it back to my classmates and "announced" the answers! I was a "good old man" for a while. But my move not only led to the invalidation of all 8th grade students' test papers, but also caused me to lose the trust of my teachers!

My mother was furious when she found out about this, and I understood the seriousness of the consequences, but it was too late! Although my mother didn't hit me, I could feel my mother's sadness and loss. Finally ......Mother cried!

I couldn't bear the tremendous pressure of my mother's tears, and I was immersed in deep self-blame. The mother finally spoke, but she only said, "Son, study hard!"

This short sentence. It makes me feel like a five-flavor bottle! I think back to my mother's hard work for me day and night, my heart is very uncomfortable, my mother gave birth to me, raised me, educated me, she broke her heart for this, and now my mother is old and in poor health!

And as a child, what reason is there not to repay her? She did what a mother should have done. I should do something for my mother, too!

I didn't cry ......Everyone's tears are so beautiful and precious, I can only say "thank you" or "I'm sorry" for the tears of my family, and cherish their tears, because those tears are the feelings that my mother conveyed to me, they are love, and they are the true meaning. Those tears touched my heartstrings, and at the same time left a deep imprint on my heart, so that no matter when and where, I can think of this experience, this tear, and this love. Tianjin No. 7 Middle School, eighth grade, Wu Zhiming.