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I screwed up the math test in the senior high school entrance examination.
I sat by the window alone, staring into the distance. Eyes, already crying red and swollen; Tears are still flowing. I didn't wipe it, let the tears flow to my mouth, and it was astringent. Let the tears wet the test paper with poor scores just handed out.

I don't know how long I've been sitting in front of the window, but I know that the sun has set and the moon has risen. I don't have time to think about it, but I'm still thinking about this exam. When the teacher read the score, my heart beat so hard that the more I was afraid, the more inevitable it was. I dare not face up to the teacher's bloodshot eyes, dare not look at the pathetic score, can't believe that this is my hard work for many days, but I have to believe that the poor score is right in front of my eyes and I failed.

The moonlight is bleak, like running water, pouring quietly on the table, making my face pale. I think of my parents, and I may still be working hard at this time; I think of my parents who get up early and work in the dark, so thin; I think of my parents' faces tanned by the sun, wrinkles carved on their foreheads by ruthless years, and chapped hands; Every time before leaving, I think of my parents' words of concern and my legs of expectation; Thinking of everyone who cares about her. Now ... I am ashamed of their concern.

Outside the window, the moon has risen so high; In the window, it's the same. Painful memories make me feel too tired. I looked up and tried to stretch my brain. Suddenly, a tall and straight image came into my eyes. I took a closer look, and it turned out to be the poplar tree outside the window, the poplar tree that survived many snowstorms. It is taller and straighter than before. I suddenly thought of Madame Curie, Edison and General Wellington ... A cold wind blew and the leaves rustled, interrupting my thoughts. I had a cold war and my mind was much clearer: no, I must not back down.

Failure only represents yesterday, it can only mean the past, and everything in the past can only be wiped out. I want to start over, face failure with a new attitude and meet the next challenge.