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Six years have passed in a hurry, and in the blink of an eye, I am already a junior high school student, wearing a clean school uniform, sitting in a serious classroom, reading every word in the textbook seriously, no longer having the ignorant and naïve look of childhood. After all, it's a little adult, so you have to be an adult. Every time the teacher asks a question, there seems to be a backlog of thousands of words in my heart, waiting for an instant explosion.

The chest was pounding, the breath was short, all of this was urging the timid right hand to rise. But after a long time, the right hand did not obey the call, it seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, how to lift it, every time, the classroom was silent, a needle dropped on the ground can be heard. The teacher's gaze scanned the crowd, my lips closed one by one, and I quietly and silently reported the answer, repeating this action over and over again, knowing the correct answer, but still not having the courage to raise my right hand, I comforted myself:

There's always a chance to raise your hand, wait for the next time!

The next time "finally came, the teacher asked a simpler question, and my heart was accumulating infinite strength, beating rapidly and powerfully, as if urging something. The teacher waited anxiously. If the atmosphere in the classroom becomes lively and the classroom is noisy, one of my speeches will not be noticeable.

But the classroom became quiet at the moment when the teacher asked a question. The air freezes, and time flies. At this time, I raised my hand, and the students put everything down and listened carefully, in case I made a mistake in my speech, it would be a big shame.

Besides, such a scene is as terrible as interrogating a prisoner, and the courage has already run out of the clouds, and it must be beyond the reach of raising my hand, I comfort myself: the next time the teacher's voice fell, I immediately raised my hand to speak, and I believe that my classmates are still talking about it!

The next time "came soon, I listened carefully to the teacher's words and waited for the teacher to ask questions. Half an hour passed, my vigilance gradually relaxed, and at this moment, the teacher asked a question, and before I had time to think, the class "swished", the noise, and the discussion suddenly disappeared, and I regretted that I had not taken the opportunity. After a moment of reflection, I realized that this was a relatively simple question.

Take a deep breath, grit your teeth, and you're all set, ready to raise your hand. My heart suddenly raced like a 100-meter sprint. Finally, my right hand slowly rose, the teacher smiled and called my name, I stood up like a dream, suddenly, my head buzzed blank, I spoke incoherently, stammered, but my classmates looked at me in admiration, and burst into thunderous applause.

I sat down calmly, touched by my great courage.

Later, I became accustomed to telling my views in that quiet environment, and before I knew it, my life was blooming one bright spot after another.

In fact, raising your hand is just a simple action, as long as you try to break the barriers in your heart, the loud voice will naturally echo in the classroom.

More courage, more wonderful, more challenge, more moving.