I don't know why math suddenly became difficult in the spring of the second semester of Grade Two. Even I, who always thought I was the little prince of mathematics, felt that I couldn't understand it in class, and I felt that I couldn't do the problem after class, and I was at a loss all day. When my mother picked me up from school that day, I was still immersed in math. "Watch your step." Mom grabbed me and said. I stopped and there was a pile of melting snow on the side of the road. Under the snow is black soil with a little green on it. Hey, what's this? I stopped curiously and looked down carefully. It turned out to be "The grass grows taller in the spring breeze".
However, this kind of grass is unfortunate. That's because as soon as the grass was unearthed, it saw darkness. Thick snow blocks press on it, making it unable to grow up, and thin soil makes it unable to grow down freely. However, it still faces the sun, shoulders its own mission, and blooms with faint green. How did it grow? There is no sunshine here, and there is no soil for it to take root deeply. But it still emerged in this forgotten corner. What a tenacious vitality!
At this moment, my heart was suddenly shaken by the grass. Am I not as good as a grass? Did I really lose to xyz? No ... no, I want to regain my confidence. I want to get out of the dilemma of mathematics and shoulder the mission of students. I stood up, looked up and walked home with my mother. On the way, I made up my mind: listen carefully in class, do the questions repeatedly after class, and don't ask more teachers and classmates. I will definitely learn math well and make the title of Little Prince of Mathematics worthy of the name.
Meeting grass gives me the most beautiful feeling; Meeting grass is my most beautiful growth.