I walked home alone and was in a bad mood. Because that day was the day when the results came out. And my grades plummeted because of my slackness and lack of efforts before the exam, which made me get the worst grades in the final exam. I feel ashamed of my classmates' ridicule and teachers' incomprehension, and I want to find a crack in the ground. When the teacher said I could go home, I rushed out like an arrow. When I was walking alone on the road, my eyes suddenly fell on a grass that had just grown its head. The weak grass was roasted to death in the hot summer before it grew completely. I felt like it at that time. Everyone feels very lonely, helpless and confused. I just watched quietly, I don't know how long it took.
The next day, the sky began to rain. I don't think that grass can survive. It may be like this all its life. After the rain stopped, I ran to see it. It was not hit by rain, but it became greener and more vivid. But it was bent by the rain, and I seemed to hear it say to me with a little sarcasm, "Ha, you underestimate me, how can I be knocked down?" I retorted, "well, just enjoy this once again, and soon you will wither slowly." Say that finish, dismissive left.
On the third day, I went to see it again, and its bent waist seemed a little straight. I said to it in surprise, "Not bad, keep on cheering!" " "I went to see it every day since then. Until one day, I found that it actually opened a small flower. It turns out that it is getting bigger and bigger every day, insisting on it every day, never giving up, not bowing to fate, but turning over against the wind and being born in the sun.
When I was a child, my grandmother and I lived in the countryside. In rural areas, the most common thing is that hens hatch chicks. The hen makes the chicks grow up slowly by giving them enough warmth, and finally they break out of their shells. Grandma once again put six eggs in the hen's nest for the hen to hatch her chicks. As time goes by, hens lie on their eggs every day to keep warm. After about 20 days of "tempering", five chickens hatched through unremitting efforts. How happy they are when they peck at the broken shells, because in front of them is a brand-new world, where they will live in the future. Just when I was happy for them, I found out how a chicken was missing. Looking into the henhouse, it turns out that there is still a chicken that hasn't pecked its shell. I sat by the henhouse, waiting for the arrival of a new life. It took me a long time to find that the chicken pecked out several cracks in the eggshell. But then nothing happened. I think maybe he has given up. I was about to leave when I heard a voice again. It turns out that the chicken is just tired. The chicken pecked for a while and had a rest. I thought: should I help it? I'm too tired. It's not broken. Let me help him break the shell! I was about to "start work" when grandma appeared and stopped me. She told me that only when the chicken pecked at its shell can it live longer and grow bigger and stronger. If my shell is broken, I will help it but harm it, so it won't live long. Finally, after a long time of hard work, the chicken finally hatched. It was achieved through our own efforts. It didn't give up on itself. It firmly believes that turning over against the wind, it was born in the sun.
In our youth, we will work hard towards our goals and ideals, and we may have doubts and distrust of you. In their eyes, we may be ignorant, and only we know that this is our dream. The road to chasing dreams is not smooth sailing. There will always be some bumps, but none will hit us. In the face of difficulties, Do not forget your initiative mind went forward bravely, with both the tenacity of grass and the perseverance of chicken.
Turn over against the wind and bask in the sun!