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In life, people inevitably experience setbacks. For my life, these setbacks have been small waves in my life at best.

I remember when I first took the entrance exam in the first year of junior high school, I thought my grades were very good. But when the results came down, I learned that I had failed the language, and I got 45 points. When the teacher handed out the test papers, he also told me that a lot of knowledge on the papers should not be wrong, I look like a very smart little girl, but why would I take such a test.

As I stepped off the podium, tears welled up in my eyes. When I got back to my seat, I couldn't help it, and tears flowed from my eyes. It's really hard to see my results.

After class, Luo Wen and Li Yuanxin both came to comfort me, saying that this exam has passed, so don't think about it. If you don't do well in the exam this time, if you cry again, you won't be able to make up for the results, so you can do well in the next exam, and continue to work hard. Hearing this, they were right, I wiped away my tears and went to dinner with them.

In addition, in the first semester of the second year of junior high school, I was selected as a member of the class group, but I was not selected, and the teacher talked to me and told me a lot. When I returned to the class, Guo Hongli saw that my face had changed, and came to ask me what the teacher said to me, and when I told her, I couldn't help but shed tears, Guo Hongli told me that it was nothing, in fact, I was no worse than any of them who were selected, and even better than them. I also knew she was comforting me.

She helped me wipe away my tears and told me that I would definitely be there for the next time I was a member of the team.

A few weeks ago, I failed again when I was choosing a school with three good results, but this time I didn't cry because I still remember what Guo Hongli said, I am actually no worse than the person they were selected.

This is who I am, from a crying girl to a strong person. The road is under my feet, life has taught me to be strong, and life has made me experience setbacks.

How to write a good essay.

1. A good article comes from life, write about what you see and hear; Write about your personal experience; Write your true feelings, such an article will be vivid and touching.

2. Writing is not something that can be achieved overnight. But in today's test-taking education, there are a few tricks you might as well learn. For example, memorize more good paragraphs, good beginnings and endings. Try it out for exam preparation.

4. Establish a novel and unique article title. Sometimes it can do more with less.

5. Insist on writing a diary, which can not only practice writing, but also accumulate materials.

6. Learn to quote famous quotes and quote the poems and songs of immortals to make your essay more convincing.

7. The use of good words and sentences, good words and good sentences are used in the article, which can add color to your article and sublimate the article. But it should be just right, not too much, too much will seem flashy.

8. Learn to apply, that is, the ability to be flexible, so as to respond to all changes.

9. Get close to nature, go out during holidays, and see more to be more knowledgeable.

10. Being close to nature can also make your collection of materials more colorful.

Growth, gratitude, cherish examples: You can take your children to watch Hunan Satellite TV's "Metamorphosis" series of programs, and the kind of urban-rural exchange to change problem children and other examples will definitely bring inspiration to children.

In the years of growth, we are often touched by the little things around us: a subtle movement or look, a warm word of encouragement or advice, an unexpected encounter or collision, all inadvertently tugging at our heartstrings.

He touched me, he, an old man downstairs in my house. To be honest, he really didn't have anything special. The only thing that was unusual was that he had a broken leg and walked with a limp, coupled with his untidy face and constant coughing, I had no good feelings for him, and even some disgusted him.

Until that day, he changed my opinion, and maybe my outlook on life has changed drastically since that day.

As usual, I went downstairs. When I got down the stairs, I saw an old man sitting there—yes, he was. I walked straight over and said without looking

Hey, get out of the way. The old man looked back, was in a daze, and then dragged his chair and the stump heavier than the chair, grinding it outward. I didn't have much patience, whether he moved completely out of the way or not, and squeezed in.

Suddenly, the old man fell to the ground along with his chair, and I was stunned. In the years of growth, we are often touched by the little things around us: a subtle movement or look, a warm word of encouragement or advice, an unexpected encounter or collision, all inadvertently tugging at our heartstrings.

He touched me, he, an old man downstairs in my house. To be honest, he really didn't have anything special. The only thing that was unusual was that he had a broken leg and walked with a limp, coupled with his untidy face and constant coughing, I had no good feelings for him, and even some disgusted him.

Until that day, he changed my opinion, and maybe my outlook on life has changed drastically since that day.

As usual, I went downstairs. When I got down the stairs, I saw an old man sitting there—yes, he was. I walked straight over and said without looking

Hey, get out of the way. The old man looked back, was in a daze, and then dragged his chair and the stump heavier than the chair, grinding it outward. I didn't have much patience, whether he moved completely out of the way or not, and squeezed in.

Suddenly, the old man fell to the ground along with his chair, and I was stunned for a moment, thinking: Alas, such bad luck, how can you go out so much trouble! I casually walked up to the old man and asked:

Is there something wrong? The old man looked at me with a frown, patted the dust off his body, moved his leg, and said to me, "It's all right, young man, my old bones are not so brittle."

At this moment, I breathed a sigh of relief and thought: If I hit someone, it's always me who is wrong, forget it, help him! I just reached out to help him, but he unexpectedly shook his hand and smiled at me

I can do it myself, although I am a disabled person, but being disabled is not the same as being disabled. Then he stood up on the steps and went upstairs without a sound.