Little puddle, just cross it!

After the rain, there are many small puddles on the road. Just cross over! After three years of junior high school life, I went there again with respectful steps to reflect on the original feeling.

The first pit: courage

Now the foot stepped in, the feeling seemed stronger.

I didn't dare to look up. The expectant eyes of people were focused on me. The invisible eyes of the teacher on the platform flashed in the corner of my eyes. At the beginning of school, cadres and class representatives of each class should be selected. What will be taught is the early reading of Chinese. Naturally, it is "the first to bear the brunt" to choose the representative of Chinese class. Because of my outstanding Chinese achievements in primary school, everyone focused on me, and the teacher's insight seemed to have already targeted me. At this time, it seems that I can't calm myself down, and I can't listen to the thumping sound hidden in my heart. How I longed for a bridge to let me cross, but it was just a small puddle in front of me. My heart is surging. This is a new group. I now enter junior high school and face new teachers and classmates... Thinking about it, my heart is calm. I stood up and walked to the platform

The first small puddle was just crossed. It built a flat bridge for me, and I seemed to have greater courage to move to the next puddle.

The second pit: optimism

In a twinkling of an eye, it was my first final exam after entering junior high school. The smoke of war has spread, and it will take a lot of effort to gain.

For this reason, I will take the review paper to the dormitory toilet to do it. It was very cold, and the cold wind was like an invisible dragon, biting and raging, but it would not let everything on the land go. It seems that I can see a few roses curling up in the flower bed, and the bare trunk of the tree, freezing cold... The pen in my hand, dropped and picked up. Unconsciously, there was a pair of hands beside her, and she took away all my papers without expression. My mind went blank and tears ran across my face.

Later, I gradually let go and smiled as usual when facing the life teacher. At the end of the term, I built a Hongqiao for myself. Optimism and confidence are cultivated in this way. They accompany me to the next puddle.

The third pit: indifferent

It was the second semester of the second day of junior high school. After the monthly physics exam, the teacher asked me to classify the exam papers by class. The next day, a "thunder" hit me, and a dozen papers were missing from our class! Why? I know that no matter how to explain it, it seems to be just a pale excuse, without any power. After that, the teacher did not mention this matter, but the number of times the teacher asked me in class was less. I like physics, but... there seems to be a knot in my heart, and I dare not say that I must cross this pit in order to take the high school entrance exam next year. So, in class, I still raised my hand as always

In fact, as long as it is raining, there will be puddles, and we always have to walk past. Of course, crossing is actually walking through a small puddle, which is very simple. Just have courage, optimism, indifference, and just walk across a small puddle!