Kneel and beg There is always a moment that belongs to me Narrative essay 500 words 30

This other person**,It's better for you to write it yourself.,After all, it's a narrative.。。 What if someone else's narrative doesn't match you at all, you write about something that happened to you, something like discovering your own strengths, and then summarizing it is your title... Write it yourself!

There is always a moment that belongs to you.

How many wonderful moments have engraved a gorgeous chapter in life, no matter the beauty or ugliness of appearance, good or bad grades, physical integrity and disability, everyone has your own moment.

You have been an introverted girl since you were a child, and in that empty dance studio, you keep your head down, and you are criticized by the teacher over and over again, and you will only cry silently and bear it silently.

It's beautiful! Little you exclaimed happily, ** on a girl wearing a black and white fringed skirt, the skirt seemed to be tailor-made for her. No. 1 in the country!

You sigh silently in your heart, and almost instantly, the dream in your heart bursts out like a sprout. "I'm going to wear it to the game too, one day. "You make up your mind in your heart.

You, slowly, have changed. When you practice the dance again, you start to look up at yourself dancing in the mirror in the dense crowd; You try to face up to your teacher's critical corrections and face up to your own shortcomings. You're willing to exchange your break time for boring basic exercises, and the ** that flows in the CD. After that, you move to the highest boutique class, and the super-intense training makes you sweat profusely every time.

But you don't care, the black and white fringed skirt hangs in the air, and the rhinestones shine brightly, beckoning you. It seems to be right above you, at your fingertips.

That summer vacation, the weather was unusually hot, there was no air conditioning in the stuffy classroom, you were the first to arrive at the special training class every day, and the sweat evaporated in the stuffy classroom, and sometimes it was ...... 6 hours to practice

On the morning of the race, you wore that black and white fringed dress as you wished. You stand in front of the mirror, looking at some of the makeup similar to that girl in the mirror, and you can't help but burst into tears, you know that the moment that belongs to you is coming.

Standing on the floor, you feel a little nervous, a little excited, and a little anticipatory in the clothes and shoes you dreamed of. Ringing, spinning, dancing, ......Every movement is perfect, and the dance flowers that have been watered by sweat so many times can not be beautiful. On the stage, under the flashing lights, you completely forget yourself in the spin, and feel like you are the butterfly ...... fluttering in the purple and red

**Termination, you are like an elf in the dark night spinning the curtain call, white pulling everyone's eyes, so dazzling. The flash lights came on again, and at that moment, there was a slight commotion in the slightly stunned crowd, followed by thunderous applause. The moment that belongs to you has finally arrived, and your smiling face with rain will always be fixed at that moment.

That's my experience – the experience of a girl who has been obsessed with dancing for 8 years. Now I finally understand: as long as you work hard, then there will always be a moment that belongs to you.

There is always a moment that belongs to you.

Standing at the top of the ladder, showing a confident and proud smile, she is so dazzling. I stared at the TV with some loss, this moment belongs to the cheerleader, but the moment that belongs to me, why hasn't it come yet?

The people around you are always saying, "There is always a moment that belongs to you." "But what if not?

Not everyone can become a singer or dancer and shine on stage. Yes, I used to think that only the person who stood in the spotlight could attract everyone's attention and get the moment that belonged to him. I thought, I was wrong.

I never knew I was so energetic. From the initial selection of themes and stories, to watching the original animations one by one, to writing English scripts word by word, and finally helping more than a dozen people rehearse. For me, it's not just about rehearsing an English play.

I put all my heart and soul into it. From the initial selection of the story, the whole group had no less than three meetings but still had their own opinions, and then to the assignment of roles after writing the script, everyone picked and choose, and I had to shuttle through the crowd, arguing, and persuading. But these are not as many as the problems that appeared in the later rehearsal.

The life of reading and rehearsing while reading is very hard, and no one likes to finally have time to rest and play and be caught back to rehearse. Several times, I felt that I had more than I could do. On the one hand, I had to keep an eye on the progress of the rehearsals on this side of the classroom, and on the other hand, I had to look all over the classroom for the supporting actors; When someone makes a weird and funny move in a rehearsal, I can't laugh with the others, I can only keep looking at my watch, counting down how many points we can still rehearse; When I inadvertently heard my fellow group members whispering to me, I didn't look back, just smiled wryly and lowered my head.

I'm so tired, I don't know if I'll be able to make this one last. My good friend, who is also the most supportive person in this play, when she saw that I was tired and said that I didn't want to do it, she looked me in the eye and said word by word: "This play is your hard work."

Without you, we wouldn't have rehearsed at all, persevere! We're on the verge of success! "But I can't even perform on stage.

I whispered, looking into my friend's sincere eyes, I suddenly felt so mediocre and insignificant. "When we actually rehearse the play, you don't think about it that way. My friend smiled confidently.

She was right. When I stood in the audience and looked into the spotlight, I don't know how many times I had quarreled with them, but they were such excellent classmates, how proud I was of them and of myself. It's like you've completed a work of art and you're attracting the attention of the world.

They were so good, and they were considerate of me, and in order not to lose hope in the play, they rehearsed so hard that they ended up performing what I wanted it to be.

I suddenly felt the moment when the so-called self-owned, there were no brilliant lights, no loud applause, but when I worked hard for a long time to get the effect and feeling you wanted, they were fully presented in front of your eyes and filled your heart, this is the moment that belongs to you!

In life, there are always thousands of moments, some regretful, some happy, and some guilty. In my memory, many things have floated away like duckweed, but that moment is still deeply imprinted in the depths of my memory.

It was a Saturday afternoon, and I was walking down the road. I saw two young people leaning against a telephone pole reading a book. They were dressed in tatters, with patches on their pants, large cloth shoes, and their big toes exposed.

Their lives must have been difficult. I thought about it subconsciously: they must be reading boring magazines.

I looked down on them, glared at them fiercely, and walked back on.

When I got closer, I saw that they were so attentive and so relishing, alas! If they put their energy into studying, then they will be productive. Suddenly, I was stunned, a young man holding an English book in his left hand, the index finger of his right hand was pointing word by word, his lips moved slightly, he sometimes stopped, seemed to encounter a word that he didn't know, and then tried to spell it out a few times, although the reading was not so smooth and coherent, but it was not easy for him:

See! Another young man is studying mathematics. I saw him biting the pen, bowing his head and pondering, and gradually his frowning brow stretched, and as soon as his eyes lit up, he waved his pen and wrote, needless to say, he conquered another difficult problem.

At this time, he raised his head and smiled at me, a little shy. I smiled at him, and I was really excited and ashamed. I thought about it, and by the time I did, they were already reading again.

I took a few thoughtful steps forward. The scene of diligent study came to my mind, these two young people, although they were not properly dressed, had something that people needed most but often lacked—diligence.

In contemplation, I gradually walked away. At sunset, the two backs were gilded, and I watched for a long time, ah! I saw, I saw the most unforgettable, the most beautiful, and the most thought-provoking moment!

The weather is fine today. Facing the cool breeze, bathed in the warm sunshine, and taking brisk steps, under the leadership of the teachers, we came to the playground to hold the annual sports meeting.

When the principal announced the start of the game, the whole arena suddenly boiled, and the cheers came one after another, and there was an endless stream. You see the athletes on the field, rushing to the finish line like arrows off the string, attracting the excitement of the audience. Regardless of whether the contestants win the ranking or not, they will be praised and encouraged by the audience.

What I remember the most is the relay race, the thrilling scene has attracted the attention of countless people, and even Mr. Sun, who was resting on the side, couldn't help but run over**. The game began, only to hear a whistle, Yan Yuqi, who was the first stick, rushed out like an arrow off the string. I saw him pass the baton to the next classmate without any mistakes.

At this time, our class was on par with Class 5, and everyone continued to shout "come on". The sound of cheering gave us motivation. I was the last baton, and when I received the baton, I ran forward as fast as I could, like a gust of wind.

It's coming, it's coming, it's time to witness the glory! Yes! I reached the finish line and we won!

At that moment, we boiled, cheered with joy, jumped with joy, and could not suppress the excitement in our hearts. Thanks to the students and Mr. Sun, it is they who keep encouraging us, and it is their encouragement that brings us the motivation to move forward. In the end, our class finished second in the group.

Our life path is like a sports field, and it takes hard work and courage to take us across the finish line of victory.

You saw my answer, and this moment is unforgettable.