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On Mother's Day in my fifth grade, the teacher asked each of us to bring an egg and put it in our pockets. That is, from one morning until I go to bed at night, the egg must always be in my pocket, and I immediately shuddered: what if I accidentally broke it?

By the way, I had to wrap it, so I took a grocery bag from the house, wrapped the eggs tightly, put them in my pocket, and confidently said, "Haha! Now you can be sure that nothing goes wrong. ”

When I came to school, I took care of the eggs in every way, and if I didn't look at them for two minutes, my heart felt like a big rock. It was time to go downstairs for the flag-raising ceremony, so I carefully touched the egg and walked out slowly. When we arrived at the staircase of the danger zone, 4 people walked side by side and it was very crowded, what if the eggs were touched?

I had to use my hands to protect it, but fortunately, the escort was successful. I secretly rejoiced.

During class, I sat on the stool and leaned back as much as possible, not close to the table, for fear that the table and the egg would have a close contact, and then it would be over, so I would stand next to the table when I spoke, so that it would be safe. It's such a hassle to bring an egg with you.

A scary morning has finally passed, and the most worrying part of the afternoon is physical education class.

Physical education class is mainly exercises, the fifth period has a leg bending exercise, I seem to hear something when bending over, it's over, it's over, it's definitely an egg break, and the sixth section is a jumping exercise, in case it ......Thinking of this, I hurriedly touched the egg under the stern gaze of the teacher. Yes! Fortunately, it was just a false alarm.

Having protected the eggs for a day, I feel like a stone hangs over my heart today. Although, I tried my best to protect it, but it still broke when I got home.

I will never forget this failure. It was only now that I understood the teacher's good intentions, and the teacher must have wanted us to know the hard work of the mother's pregnancy in October! Let's repay our mother! Map.

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We will experience many attempts in our lives, some of which will end in failure, and some of which will result in success, but the most important thing is to dare to try.

Every time I see my parents skillfully stir-frying, I am envious. Finally, one day, I decided to try making egg soup, which I think is the easiest way to make it, so I was very confident and thought to myself: this attempt will definitely be successful!

First I take out two eggs, then pour water into the pot, add some oil, and when the water boils, I quickly pour the broken and churned eggs into the oil and water pot, and as soon as the raw eggs enter the hot water, they turn into pale yellow clouds and float on the water. Then, I added the condiments to the soup spoonful by spoonful, and finally turned off the heat and served the soup. Looking at this steaming egg soup, I was secretly proud and said to myself:

What a perfect soup! It turns out that cooking is so simple. After thinking about it, I sniffed it again, picked up the spoon and took a sip of it.

What a taste! I quickly squirted out the soup in my mouth, is this soup? This taste is like boiled water mixed with oil, even if it is mixed with water, it will have a little alcoholic taste, but this "masterpiece" of my hard work has no taste at all!

I thought about it for a moment, slapped my head sharply, and exclaimed, "Ahhh Forgot to add salt!

I was very frustrated, but after a while, I regained my strength and remade it more seriously, and the egg soup made the second time has really achieved the color, aroma and taste, so that I sighed: I made the egg soup, how many times can I taste it in the world!

This was my successful attempt at making egg soup, and this attempt made me understand that I need to summarize my mistakes in order to correct them. It is inevitable that you will make mistakes the first time you try, but you can't give up, and you must learn the spirit of repeated defeats! Believe in yourself, and you will succeed once!

I've had a lot of trying and a lot of ups and downs. My childhood life was like a kaleidoscope of successes, failures, joys, pains, and overturning a bottle of five flavors – sour, sweet, bitter, spicy. But what I remember the most was that happy attempt, which I still remember vividly.

That time, my mother took me to ice skating, and when I got to the ice rink, my mother asked me to put on my skates and started helping me to skate step by step, while telling me how to skate. But I couldn't listen to it at all, and secretly thought: skating is so simple, is there still a teaching?

It's ridiculous that there are skating skills and skills!

My mother helped me skate two or three laps, I thought I would skate, so I asked my mother to let go of her hand, but I didn't expect her to let go of her hand, I felt as if someone pushed me behind me, and I fell down, and I fell so that I had gold stars in my eyes, and I thought, it seems that my mother is right, I can't underestimate skating, but skating is really difficult, it is better to give up. But I saw the other people skating leisurely and happily, and I was reluctant to give up. Mom seemed to see my thoughts, and said kindly

From the fall, get up, when you encounter setbacks, you want to retreat, what will you do when you grow up? Everything is skillful, and you can't be complacent and self-righteous! After listening to my mother's teachings, I felt that it made sense, so I stood up and let my mother help me slide again, and just as I was concentrating on listening to my mother's explanation, a big sister "flew" past me as lightly as a swallow.

So my mother asked me to ask the older sister for advice, and the eldest sister gladly agreed. She said: "To master the technique of skating, first of all, the body must master the balance, and the feet must be successful'Eight'Glyphs, and then slowly slide and feel like you can pick up speed as you learn ......The big sister pointed while helping me to slide, I don't know what to study, the big sister let go of her hand, and I was able to slide slowly, it's really "hard work pays off"!

Through this attempt, I felt extremely happy and the joy of success, and also understood from the joy: failure is the mother of success, there will inevitably be setbacks in life, as long as you are brave to fight hard, you will overcome it and win, how can you see the rainbow without experiencing wind and rain? To defeat without being discouraged, and winning without being arrogant, will make your life more brilliant and more brilliant; Only by standing the test of life can you succeed; Only by trying hard to try the bits and pieces of life can we embellish our lives more beautifully, more happily and harmoniously.

A successful attempt.

Time is like an arrow, and the six years of study and life will soon come to an end. In these six years, I have had successes and failures. What I remember the most is that attempt......

One day during the summer vacation, I was concentrating on reading a book at home, and suddenly, I was attracted to a question in the book: how can I keep the eggs from falling from the sky? Seeing this problem, I think it's very strange, how is it possible that an egg will break at the slightest touch, fall from a high altitude, and not break?

I thought so, but I wanted to give it a try.

I found an egg, climbed to the balcony, and as soon as I let go of my hand, the egg fell from my hand, and I heard a "pop" and the egg bloomed. I was not reconciled, I took another egg, this time, I was not as reckless as I was just now, I thought: to make the egg not break, it is better to wrap the egg with something, I saw a piece of cloth, so I wrapped the egg in the cloth, and then tied the cloth tightly, came to the balcony, threw the egg down, this time I did not hear the sound of "pop", I thought it was successful, the egg must not be broken.

When I came downstairs, I untied the rope tied to the cloth, and to my disappointment, the egg was still broken, and the egg yolk flowed all over the ground, and it didn't work twice, "I don't believe in this evil!" "I got stubborn to come up again, and picked up the egg for the third time, this time, I found a thick sponge, wrapped it tightly around the egg, and carefully threw it down, and after the egg fell to the ground, I couldn't wait to run downstairs, and opened the sponge gently, and ah, an intact egg appeared in front of my eyes. I shouted with joy:

Yes! I did it! I did it!

I tasted the joy of success.

Through this experiment, I learned that only by being bold can we succeed.

It was a successful attempt.

Childhood is like a dream, it is joyful, it is beautiful. In my childhood, I have experienced many ups and downs, every time I succeeded, there were attempts, how could I have gained without trying? Remember, it was a successful attempt.

I'm a teenager, and by now, I've been able to do a little bit of grown-up stuff, stir-frying, shopping, taking care of my younger siblings、、、 I don't have the slightest sloppiness, I do it properly. Such a credit is indispensable for that attempt.

Don't laugh at me, I was a timid mouse since I was a child, and I had to be accompanied by adults in everything I did, until I was nine years old, when I started to try to buy groceries, cook my own food, and sleep on my own.

Once, it happened that my parents were at work, and the nanny came home, leaving me and my four-year-old sister at home. We were worried about dinner, and we couldn't cook anything too difficult or unpleasant to our taste. When I opened the refrigerator, I saw that it was full of meat and vegetables, but none of them were made by me.

I suddenly thought of steamed eggs, and hurriedly looked into the egg carn, but I didn't see a result, and when I looked closely, the big thing was not good - every egg. What can I do? I racked my brains and came up with the only way to do it – buy.

But there are worries about bad people, and there are worries about not enough money. Ready, I had to say goodbye to my sister and try to go out and buy eggs on my own. Alas, there really can't be helped.

Holding the ten dollars in my hand, I took timid steps and tried to go out shopping for the first time. Along the way, the sky was dark and dreary, there was not a trace of light, only in the bright light of the moon, I walked and walked out of the alley, and finally saw the light, but the pedestrians on the road looked at me with fierce eyes, as if I had done something bad, and my heart was like fifteen buckets of water—seven up and eight down, and my legs were a little bad, and every step I took had to shake my feet. What is usually a short distance seems to be a long time today.

I was worried about myself, "The first time I try to go out and buy something, will I meet the bad guys?" Will you meet an unreasonable boss?

Will a dog suddenly burst out and "fight to the death" with me, chasing me to the death? "I thought again: the first time I went out to buy something, of course I had to be brave.

Finally, when I came to the egg shop, my heart was like a rabbit bouncing around, "dong dong" drumming. I mustered up my courage before I stammered, "I 、、、 I want to buy a pound of eggs 、、、."

The owner didn't hesitate to give me a pound of eggs, I took the eggs, paid for them, and ran home desperately. That's a relief.

This time I tried to buy something, I succeeded, I tried to be at home. In the experience of growing up, I must remember this attempt and take a glorious step on the road of life!

It was a successful attempt.

In a person's life, there are successes and failures. Failure may account for 99 percent, and success accounts for only 1 percent, so success is rare and the taste of success is unusual. I've been successful, and I've tasted success.

When I was a child, I once went to learn to swim, thinking that swimming was easy, but I knew that it was not easy to learn. Grandpa jumped into the pool first, and I stood on it and didn't dare to go into the water. Grandpa encouraged me and said:

Don't be afraid, you can try it in the water, you can't learn to swim if you don't go into the water. With my grandfather's encouragement, I went into the water, but the water was just over my chest when I felt the pressure of the water. It squeezed my stomach so badly, I had to use a lot of force when I was panting, my nose didn't know what to do, I had to breathe hard, I could only open my mouth wide and breathe heavily, as if I was going to swallow something, which was very uncomfortable.

Later, I learned to walk in the water, and I thought it would not be a big deal to learn to swim, as long as I inhaled a lot, my body would float easily, and after a few more gouging and paddling with my feet, I would "sail forward". But his legs seemed to be filled with lead, and it was very difficult to lift them. First of all, I have to learn to hold my breath in the water, my whole head is in the water, and if I am not careful, I will eat a mouthful of water, I, I can hold it for about twenty seconds, I think, I have to continue to work hard, and move forward to thirty seconds.

Then I began to learn the basic skills of swimming, my hands were like a boat pulp from the middle to the side, my feet danced back and forth, and I had to hold my breath, I just fluttered two or three times, I felt pretty good, a little proud, and then I felt my body slowly sinking. So, my heart panicked, and my hands and feet were all confused, and then I took another sip of water, which was really unpleasant, and then my grandfather helped me, pulled me ashore, and said to me, "Your problem is the result of uncoordinated ventilation, paddling, and kicking, as long as you keep going, you can succeed."

I was no longer discouraged, believing that "an iron pestle can be sharpened into a needle", and I was determined to go into the water again and learn how to swim. I took a deep breath, plunged into the water, and paddled little by little as my grandfather had taught me. Sure enough, the essentials that my grandfather taught me were effective, and I persevered.

At that moment, I tasted success.

Later, when my grandparents saw that I could swim, they praised me for being good, and I began to be complacent. Of course, I also learned the backstroke.

On the way home I had a lot of fun because I had a taste of success. It was a successful attempt.