I failed my composition 1 "bell … bell … bell ……" As soon as the bell rang, my heart began to pound. I did badly in this exam. What should I tell my parents?
The cold wind blows hard, and waves of wind blow on your face. Suddenly I can't use a chill. I dawdled along the way, afraid to see my father's stern face and hear his scolding, and didn't get home until after seven o'clock.
As soon as I got to the door, I immediately saw my father's flustered expression and asked me, "Why did you come home so late today?" I didn't answer him and walked straight home.
The cold wind is blowing harder and harder, as if to tear the sky apart. I slowly took out the bright red white test paper with 80 points from my schoolbag and showed it to my father. My flustered expression suddenly became dignified. Father didn't say anything, just put the test paper in his hand on the counter and invited me to dinner.
I kept staring at my father's face while eating, but every time I stared at his face, I didn't see any expression on his face, even the dignified expression on his face disappeared.
At this time, I was thinking in my heart: obviously, I got 80 points in the exam, and my heart was very uncomfortable, but why do I feel that my father's heart is even more uncomfortable than mine? Just like this 80 points is his grade, not mine.
No matter what I think now, I'm sure it's another scolding after dinner, but it doesn't mean that my father cares about my study and is strict with me, doesn't it?
After dinner, I kept waiting, waiting and waiting, and all I got was "Come to my room". I almost didn't recover, but I recovered in a few minutes and went to my room.
In these few minutes, my father helped me understand the wrong questions and analyze them. Therefore, either a zero is missing here or a decimal point is not added there. I know all these questions at last, but why did I make mistakes in the exam? Now think about it, why didn't I read it several times and check it several times after I finished writing it? I really hate myself.
However, my father didn't blame me, but said to me earnestly, "It doesn't matter if my daughter didn't do well in the exam this time, and you don't have to blame yourself too much, as long as you do well in the exam." Remember to read the questions carefully several times, clarify the relationship between the questions, and check them after writing to avoid some mistakes in details. " I looked up and saw my father's eyes full of expectation and encouragement, so I nodded. At this time, the wind is much calmer, looming, like an elf flying in the air, sometimes not.
My father's expectation of me is like a bright lamp, which illuminates the light all the way for me; My father's expectations of me, like a key, opened the door to success for me; My father's expectations for me are like a lotus leaf, sheltering me from the wind and rain; My father's expectations of me moistened my heart and made me unforgettable.
I failed the composition exam for two consecutive nights. I can't sleep in bed. What just happened was like a fist hitting my heart, which made me feel sad and more guilty.
When I came home from school in the afternoon, my mother heard me open the door, came downstairs with a smile, looked at me expectantly and asked, "Did you get the exam results?" Show me how many points I got in the exam. "I was shocked and scared. It's over! It's over! I didn't pass the math exam. What should I do? " It's fifty-two five. "My voice is so low that I can hardly hear it clearly, but my mother can hear it clearly.
My mother's smile froze. She looked at me suspiciously. I stole a look at my mother, and my eyes were full of surprise. I didn't seem to hear it clearly and seemed to confirm it. My mother asked again, "How many points?" I lowered my head, my voice was even lower, and tears were already swirling in my eyes. "Fifty-two point five." "Oh …" Mother's eyes darkened. "Go wash your hands and eat." Then he turned and went to the kitchen to cook for me. Alas, my mother didn't fly into a rage or yell at me, but the silence made me more depressed. I feel that the air in the whole room is frozen and I can't breathe. I saw disappointment in my mother's eyes, which was worse than hitting me and scolding me. I think, whenever I proudly tell my mother that my grades are good, she is singing and dancing with joy, even happier than me. Look at my mother at the moment, even her back is full of disappointment. My tears can't stop flowing downwards. I walked up to my mother and whispered to her, "Mom, I'm sorry I let you down." Mother sighed and said, "Susie, let's eat first." Let me look at your test paper after dinner, and let's find out why we didn't do well in the exam, okay? " I nodded heavily.
The whole meal feels like chewing wax to me. After dinner, my mother came to my room After reading my paper carefully, she said to me sternly and gently, "I am also responsible for your exam today." As a parent, I am not well supervised. " But the biggest problem is you. I won't talk about some questions if you can't, but most of them are lost because of your carelessness. Mother reminded you again and again before the exam that you must be careful. You see, simple calculation problems can be wrong, and even the problems are not clearly seen. This is the most disappointing thing for my mother. Whether studying or living, we should treat everything seriously, seriously and responsibly ... "My mother said a lot, and I kept my head down in tears.
Time goes by bit by bit, and my guilt is beyond words. "Mom, believe me! I will work hard and won't let you down again! " I secretly swear.
I failed in composition 3. My daily routine is very regular: at home, at school, at two o'clock and one line. Full and simple.
However, I felt particularly gloomy and miserable that day. Because the results of the unit test were announced that day, my math score was as low as dust, and I only got 86 points. The missing questions were miscalculated, and the two questions just reviewed the night before were also miscalculated because of carelessness ... in short, they were all super serious low-level mistakes. At the moment when the test paper was handed out, I felt my hands shaking uncontrollably, because I felt that what I was holding was not the test paper, but a bomb, which would surely ignite my parents' anger and then "detonate" the whole family. In front of my eyes, I have seen such a thrilling scene as my father's sullen face and my mother's "lion roar". Moreover, what makes me uncomfortable is not only my parents' blame, but also my carelessness. These topics are actually not difficult. I can do it, but I lost so many points because of carelessness. I feel scared and ashamed when I think about it.
I don't want to leave school so early for the first time, and I don't want to face my angry and disappointed parents. The original light schoolbag, because of that 86-point test paper, seems to weigh a thousand pounds. I dragged my schoolbag and walked home slowly without saying a word. When I took out my math test paper, closed my eyes and resigned myself to being scolded, I didn't expect that my parents didn't fly into a rage after seeing the test paper, but calmly accompanied me to correct it. How can mom and dad be so calm? This is so unlike their style. Is this the calm before the storm? Darkness before dawn? I didn't react for a moment, so I tried to whisper, "What's wrong with you today? Why don't you scold me? I know I made a mistake. I got such a low score this time because I was too careless. I will definitely correct this problem. " Dad said, "I reflected on the way I taught you in the past today. I think it's half the effort to solve the problem by blaming and beating. From now on, we will try to communicate with you calmly. " And failing an exam doesn't tell everything. It is very important to find out your own mistakes and shortcomings ... "I finally breathed a sigh of relief and began to seriously revise the test paper.
I thought it would be the end of the world if I failed the exam, and I had to bear the anger and scolding of my parents. I didn't expect my father to enlighten and comfort me. I know that making mistakes and failing exams are not so terrible. It is more important to find your own problems and correct them in time. "It's not too late to mend." That's what I said.
I failed in composition 4. I am like a small tree. Shined by the sun and bathed by the rain. But sometimes, God sends a storm as a severe test for me. Take this mid-term exam as an example.
The mid-term exam is coming on Tuesday, so I tried to review it. But where is the problem? The fault lies in the composition, because I didn't see the requirements of the topic clearly at all, and said that I would write a narrative, but I only wrote the feeling completely, staring at the word feeling. I must have taken a lot of criticism for this. Indeed, after I finished the exam, I was called into the office by Teacher Shen. Yes! It must be terrible. At this time, I was ready to be scolded. When I entered the office, Teacher Shen asked me, "What is your composition?" "I ..." I hesitated, at that time also don't know what to say. "Come on, why are you talking so slowly now?" Teacher Shen's tone is a bit heavy. "Are you wrong? Are you wrong? Say it? " "I wrote my feelings." My heart began to panic ... Teacher Shen continued to "interrogate" me. I didn't want to say anything at that time, because I was thinking: If I passed the exam at the age of 70 or 80, my parents would scold me to death. What should I do then? However, time is running out. Teacher Shen let me go regretfully and said, "Doing well in the exam is your own business." Out of the office, the cool breeze blowing on my face made me subconsciously put my hand in my pocket. It seems particularly cold today. Is it the breeze that thinks I failed the exam?
The little three words-"narrative" made me scolded, so that I couldn't get good grades in the exam. Face your parents. They work hard to pay for my teaching and provide me with food and clothes. As for me, I will get an unprecedented "good" grade, which is beyond anyone's expectation. What a pity to see my parents!
Although I failed this exam, I don't know how many times I will take it in the future. Learn this painful lesson and try to get rid of one in my future exams. You must take care of yourself in the future. Don't! You should study the problem more carefully, don't make a fool of yourself in front of others, and you must correct this shortcoming yourself.
I want to stand up again. I can't stop my life because of this failure. I want to climb the mountain. This mid-term exam is like a snowball. It rolled down from the top of the mountain and I fell. I can't never stop climbing mountains because of this autumn. As long as you pay more attention to the details in the future, you won't fall a few times.
Small trees always grow up. After many ups and downs, they will grow into big trees and draw out dense leaves. I know that I have experienced one of the storms, and there are more severe tests waiting for me in the future. Believe in myself, I will learn from my lessons, start over and try not to make mistakes again. One day I will grow into a towering tree!
I failed my composition 5 "Jingle bells-Jingle bells-". As the bell rang, my heart was full of curiosity and longing. We will have the first class after the mock exam-handing out test papers.
"Hey!" As soon as the door opened, it was still the same teacher, but what sounded in my ear was no longer the brisk little steps of the past, only the heavy footsteps and a sigh. It's so quiet in the classroom that you can hear the sound of a cow hair falling to the ground. The teacher is holding a big stack of test papers in his arms, with a thick cloud hanging on his face and red eyes-the teacher stayed up late to change the test paper again, and his eyes were mixed with disappointment and anger, but behind it was deep helplessness-the teacher is also human, and the teacher will be tired, tired and depressed.
"bang!" I gasped, only to see that a thick stack of test papers had been slammed on the podium table by the teacher, and it was scattered in disorder: "Send it out and see what you have." The teacher said calmly, the calm is terrible, just like the calm before the storm, which makes people flustered. The teacher's words are like a stone weighing thousands of tons, pressing on our chest. The smell is unclear, the road is unknown, and the thick paste is in our hearts. At this time, I hope the teacher will be furious as usual and scold us!
Watching the students get the test papers one after another, some people are happy and others are sad, and my mood is also good and bad. Unconsciously, I also had subtle sweat on my forehead. "yours." I couldn't wait to turn to the first side with my test paper, but the number I saw was so pitiful-84! I shook my head in disbelief, rubbed my eyes and watched it carefully over and over again-how could I get such a result in the exam? Even A's with poor grades got 90 points! No, it can't be true! But I read it again and again, and my name was clearly written on the test paper. This is mine! No, this must be a dream! I squeezed my thigh hard, but-this is not a dream! The pain spread on the leg, and the dim light in the eyes was gradually entangled in the haze and disappeared bit by bit. I bit my lip feebly, my face turned pale and haggard in an instant, tears fell down, as if I were in the autumn Woods, and my heart was mixed. ...
I sat in a chair and looked out of the window, eager to get some comfort from it, but I saw that under the gloomy sky, the bleak autumn wind blew off pieces of dead leaves and gave a sad cry. The birds singing on the branches seemed to laugh at my ridiculousness mercilessly ... Yes, how could they know what it was like to fail the exam in the eyes of a child? What are the consequences? How do you feel in your heart?
I failed the exam. You will experience many firsts in your life, and every experience will be unforgettable. Cooking for the first time, walking at night for the first time, playing mobile phone for the first time, taking the first exam … What I remember vividly is the experience of failing the first exam, which was the worst exam for the first time.
It was a math unit exam in my fourth grade. Mathematics for me, every exam is almost a shoo-in. I finished my paper as usual that day, checked it twice and handed it in with confidence. I feel that time flies. In a blink of an eye, it is afternoon class time, and the math teacher begins to announce the scores. XX 100, XX 98, XX 99 ... After listening to a bunch of classmates' names, the teacher still didn't read me ... while I was waiting silently, "Su Yangyu, 86." What? How is that possible? I was fooled at once. I can't believe my ears. I seem to have fallen into the abyss from the peak of Mount Everest. With a sense of loss, I got the paper, and the bright red 86 points stung my heart like a sword. One class passed and another class began. I think a minute has passed longer than a year, but I hope time can stop forever.
Finally, after school, I walked home with my head down. I walked with difficulty step by step like a prisoner detained by the police. When I got home, I took out my key and opened the door. I rushed into the room to do my homework. After finishing my homework, I immediately picked up the book and read it solemnly. It's a blessing, not a curse, but a curse. Finally, my father came back. As soon as he got home, he went into the room and asked me, "What did you get in this math exam?" "I didn't do well in this exam, only got 86 points." I saw my father coming towards me with his hand raised. I quickly covered my face and thought: this must be a heavy slap. Unexpectedly, my father just touched my head and said, "Son, it doesn't matter if I failed this exam. Failure is the mother of success. You should learn a lesson and do better in the next exam. Dad believes in you. " With that, he went out. Not long after, my father also brought me the cooked ham sausage and two eggs. "Come on, have a good meal. Dad will cook dinner for you. I believe you will get a score of 100 next time. " Looking at the red ham and two eggs, I seem to see that I came back with a 100 test paper. I finished this loving dinner with tears in my eyes, thinking that what I ate was by no means a simple dinner, it entrusted my father with infinite hope for me! This is the first time that I did so badly in the exam, and it is also the first time that I shed tears for failing in the exam, and it is the first time that I feel my father's deep love.
Dad's unique love, like a ray of sunshine, shines into my heart and warms me; Like a bright lamp, it illuminates my way forward and inspires me. My ears have been echoing the familiar words: "Failure is the mother of success." This is my father's love for me. Dad, I love you!
I failed my composition. I failed the Chinese exam in Unit 7. Although my mother didn't criticize me, I still felt very uncomfortable.
As soon as the Chinese test paper was issued, the teacher told us that it was a shenjiamen primary school test paper, which was a bit difficult and told us to do it well. "Not everyone's genius, not all Xiao's four people's imbecility," I secretly suppressed YiGuJin in my mind and immediately began to answer questions. I stared at the test paper, looked at the questions carefully, thought carefully, and answered questions seriously, ah! It's really hard. There are a few questions I don't know at all, so I can only guess. Alas, a dead horse is a living horse doctor. ......
Oh, I finally finished the whole test paper. I checked it carefully, except for a few questions that I couldn't answer, I felt good about myself. Because the composition topic happened to be what I learned from the extracurricular teacher last week, I should not deduct too many points, so I guess I can get an "A" in the exam. My hanging heart slowly fell down.
Wait until the test paper is handed out and have a look, yeah! Why is it only 82.5 points? Is it "good"? Looking at the test paper, suddenly, I felt like knocking over a five-flavor bottle, and everything was sweet, sour, spicy and salty. When my mother sees my score, she may split me in half first and then make it up for me casually. I'm going to come to a bad end anyway. Thought of here, I can't help breaking out in a cold sweat. I turned to look at my deskmate Zhang Ruiyu. Hey, how did he get a score of 86.5? He was exempted from the exam at the end of the Chinese period in our class, and his Chinese has always been among the best. He is only four points more than me, and my mother shouldn't scold me, because it's not that I didn't do well in the exam alone, but that our class didn't do well in the exam. I comforted myself like this, and my heart was less uneasy.
When I got home, my mother didn't split me in two, but settled down to analyze the test paper with me. My grades are mainly in extracurricular content and basic knowledge, and I got 13.5 points, and my composition got 3 points. Nothing is wrong in the classroom, which means that I have mastered the classroom knowledge, and the lack of extracurricular knowledge needs to be accumulated at ordinary times. I didn't study hard before and didn't lay a good foundation, so my grades were not good. Under my mother's analysis, I have a comprehensive understanding of my Chinese knowledge structure. "Lu Yao, leak and fill a vacancy, and strive to improve Chinese performance. The final exam is coming soon. " Mom said earnestly.
Although my mother tolerated me with her understanding this time, I still feel bad. After all, I am an "excellent" student, and I still have a long way to go from top students. Lu Yao, come on! I cheer myself up. I hope I can make my mother hug me happily next time. Lu Yao, come on! Come on! Come on!
I failed composition 8 for the first time. This word is no stranger to us. Our colorful and unique life is full of "firsts". This is the first time, like an angel and a demon. Like an angel, because it is always by your side, you can get some enlightenment when you break through for the first time, like a devil, because you may be helpless, difficult and even painful when you break through him.
Since the "first time" is always around us, I will choose the one with the deepest impression, "I failed for the first time".
It was a final exam in grade three. Before the exam, my classmates and I arranged our "half-day tour of the mall". The exam didn't bring me much pressure, and the half-day trip made me feel on pins and needles. This impatient excitement was brought to the examination room by me. I was full of plans to play in the afternoon, but this guy squeezed out the mathematical formula. It's over. What about the exam? I tried my best to invite Grandpa Formula back, but they were still indifferent.
You can imagine the result of the exam. You failed. On the day I received the papers, my classmates were overjoyed, because they were very satisfied with their grades, and I could only frown, pout and lie weakly. I just looked at the red cross on the test paper, as if it were covered with the whole paper. I looked at those red crosses, and they poured into a whirlpool. They quickly approached me, and their ferocious faces shouted at me, ah! I woke up from a dream. This cross is terrible.
After a while, the teacher asked me to go to the office. Well, I think my life will be lost. My legs are getting softer and softer, and I can't help moving at turtle speed. Slowly, I feel that this dark, cloudy, colorful and happy world seems to isolate me. Birds flying around freely stopped at the treetops, and their melodious songs became their taunts. Their mouths closed one by one: "You are too weak. Everyone else can do well in the exam. Where can't your usual grades go? " I'm starting to lose my mind. In a daze, the office arrived. I took a deep breath and put my foot in. I thought my nightmare was starting.
"Come on, Chen Chen, I know you didn't do well in this exam. It's okay. The teacher believes you. You must be careless this time. Remember not to do it again next time. Go back to class and order your paper. " The teacher's words surprised me for a while. "Thank you, teacher. I will write it carefully next time. " . My heart is full of thanks and gratitude to the teacher. I walked out of the office and closed the door quietly. This gap carries my determination. I will do well in the exam and take it seriously. I can't live up to the teacher's expectations. Come on!
My first failure in the exam ended with my determination. This time I drew a full stop, and the ending was unexpected. This failure gave me the motivation to study hard.
I failed the exam. My English grades were very good from grade one, but by grade five, my English grades were too abnormal. In the fourth week of school, the English teacher said to the class, "We will take the first unit next week. You should study hard during the holidays."
On the first day of the holiday, finish your homework ahead of time and just review. I think: my English score is so good that I can definitely do well in the exam without reviewing. I was so confident that I had to turn on the TV consciously. I laughed while watching, as if I had stepped on a cloud of happiness.
My mother woke me up early on Monday morning. I sat up in a daze, as if I were still dreaming. I climbed out of bed. The exam started, the recording began to play, and it was written, and I thought, how do you read so fast? Is it "old" or "hard"? How to write "sometimes" in English? My mind is blank, only worried. The next day, "Rinrin Bell" came to class. This class is an English class. Everyone is discussing: "Will papers be distributed in this English class?" "How many points will I get?" Everyone talks to me. When the teacher came into the classroom, suddenly, dozens of pairs of eager eyes looked at the teacher as if to pierce the teacher. The teacher said angrily, "You did badly in this exam. Many people score 70 points, with an average of only 80 points. I am so disappointed! Our knowledge points are similar to those in the sixth grade, but there are more knowledge points in the sixth grade. " I was very surprised when the test paper was handed out. Because the teacher wrote a big red "69" on my test paper. My deskmate asked me how many points I got in the exam. I don't want them to know that I got such a low score. They didn't say a word I looked down, my face was red, redder than an apple, and the clouds of happiness at my feet seemed to be dispersed by the dark Lord. "Rinrin-"is over. In order not to let the students know my grades, I put the test paper in my schoolbag and held it tightly.
On the way home from school, I thought: The teacher said that parents should sign the papers and write comments. If my mother sees my grades, she will either scold me or be disappointed in me. But I don't know when I came home. When I arrived at the door, my feet were weak and my head was low. I don't know what to do, I think: running away won't solve the problem. So, I opened the door and ran into the study quickly, because I was afraid that my mother would ask me about the exam. After I finished my homework, I signed my name on the homework register, leaving only the signature of the test paper. I slowly took out the test paper from my schoolbag. When I want to give it to my mother, my feet are soft again and my heart is pounding. It seems that there are 10 thousand rabbits jumping around in it. I showed my mother the test paper. My mother's eyes are worse than the Monkey King's. It seems that she can read the whole paper in less than a minute. Learning depends not on classmates, but on teachers. There is a good saying:' modesty makes people progress, and pride makes people fall behind.' It doesn't matter if you fail the exam. As long as you continue to work hard, you will get good grades in the exam. Although you got full marks in this exam, it doesn't mean that you will get full marks in the future, so you should continue to work hard, like grasping the roots of the soil, and don't be blown by any wind. ""yes, I see. " I answered.
In this stormy "adventure", I learned a truth: modesty makes people progress and pride makes people lag behind.