Failure taught me to work hard to compose, and in failure, I learned

Write casually, which one you have to write about the material du, and others don't have your experience, only dao

I can think for myself, if I don't learn to go back by myself.

Think, you never want to write a good answer essay, you can't imitate other people's successful path and succeed, only your own road even if it is full of bumps, as long as... In the words of ***, Xiongguan Mandao is really like iron, and now it is stepping forward from the beginning!

I don't want to answer seriously, but I can talk about revealing my bottom. Failure to learn ... About the way), has been imitated and never surpassed, writes why imitation fails, and he has always transcended like God... Ha ha.

Strong, brave, successful, self-confident, never give up, pursue, overcome difficulties, move forward bravely, grow .........That's a lot.

The blooming gardenia endured the wind and rain in the storm, but after the wind and rain, there were still wisps of faint fragrance. —Epigraph.

In fact, God is very fair, although he gives too much suffering to one person, but on the other hand, he allows you to gain a lot from suffering.

Looking back on that incident, I think it was really a bump in my growing up.

I lost the election - I prepared for three weeks in order to run for captaincy. Maybe God thought I wasn't trying hard enough, and in the end he only gave me two devilish words - elimination. It was like a thunderbolt from the blue, hitting me hard!

The weather is my mood. The sky was still clear, but suddenly it darkened, and the rain splashed uncontrollably. I couldn't stand it, holding a small umbrella and running on the trail just to vent.

Suddenly, my pace slowed down and a little girl attracted me. She was about 8 years old, wearing a bright red scarf, and running on the road. She seemed to be in a hurry and ran unsteadily. Accidentally, she fell one.

Fall. I thought she would cry and wait for my help. But I was completely wrong, and not only did she not cry, but she tried to stand up as hard as she could. Since the fall was so hard, it was useless for her to stand no matter how hard she stood, and I was trying to help.

She saw her holding on to a big tree, standing up with difficulty, and walking away supportively, but she did not forget to turn back and smile at me.

I stood on the path in a daze, the rain was pouring down, and the small umbrella looked weak. I simply threw the umbrella away, dripping with joy, letting the rain beat my body and let the wind blow my hair. At this moment, there was only rain on my face, no tears.

A little girl knows how to get back up after she falls, so why should I wait for someone to help me? "I'm sure I'll be able to get over it! —I bit my lip and ran in the direction of home.

People in life are not all smooth sailing. Frustration and suffering are like the ups and downs of life's journey, mountains and torrents, always accompanied by obstacles. But it is precisely because of them that the aftertaste of life is colorful.

Thanks for the setback!