When I was in primary school, the teacher sent a notice of essay competition, and asked me to participate with several students with good grades. I thought: I want to write a composition again. I won't write it. With so much homework, how can I have time to write a composition? Besides, I wrote it so many times and didn't win the prize! With this in mind, I said to the teacher, "I won't attend." "You have to think about it. This competition is national. If you win the prize, you can give priority to a good junior high school as a voucher! " The teacher said. But I still refused. She always says this in every composition contest.

I had a good time, and everyone else worked hard to write and correct their compositions during recess. I wandered around and laughed at them from time to time: "What's the use of writing? I won't win the prize anyway. " I watched them copy, change, copy and change over and over again, and my heart was very relaxed: anyway, the stone sank into the sea. Fortunately, I was smart and didn't go!

The days passed quietly like running water, and there was no news of their composition. I smiled: "I said, you wrote in vain again. You shouldn't have participated like me." But one day in class, the teacher brought news that a classmate who participated in the composition competition last time won the second prize in the country! I was wondering who it was, but when I heard it, I knew it was a classmate whose composition was much worse than mine, and my heart suddenly got cold. Watching him happily take the stage to receive the award made the rest of my heart cold. I regret it. If I participate, I will be worse off than him. Anyway, it is the first prize! But why didn't I attend? Why didn't I attend? I ask myself again and again in my mind, but things have passed. I always miss this opportunity and lose everything that should belong to me.

Once, because of timidity, I missed the opportunity to show myself; Because of inferiority, I missed the opportunity to speak on stage; Because of selfishness, I missed a beautiful friendship. Only when you lose it can you know how to cherish it. Yes, missed, lost, there is no chance.

I have heard countless people complain: "What did I give up for? It's really a pity to think about it now! " I always think of what a philosopher said: "People always complain about what they miss, but they miss more in complaining." It's like traveling by car alone. He shed tears when he found that he had missed some beautiful scenery. And she will hide her tears and miss the scenery that should not be missed.

This should be one of the most common mistakes people make! For example, some students in our class play while reading. They always complain that they don't have enough time to go crazy when reading, and the result is that they can't read well and play well. Usually in this case, I will study hard and not think about what I want to play. I always feel that I can't play. If I still regret that I didn't have a chance to do anything, so that I couldn't study hard, it's not worth it. It's heartbreaking to lose something you love. I don't have to lose another thing I love because of what I lost.

The hero and heroine in Jimmy's cartoon "Go Left, Go Right" finally meet after passing by countless times. However, they don't regret what they missed. On the contrary, I cherish the encounter in front of me more, so I got a happy life. Cao Xueqin lost his fortune because of the assassination of Ganlong. However, he has not fallen. After suffering, I finally wrote A Dream of Red Mansions, one of China's four classical novels. Zhu Zaiyu, the ninth grandson of Zhu Yuanzhang, also gave up the throne to study mathematics. Later, he was called "the saint of the Oriental Renaissance" by Europeans ... They all missed something more or less in their life journey. But they didn't stop moving forward, went forward bravely and finally achieved their goal.

A few days ago, several classmates invited me to go out to play, but I turned them down on the grounds that I wanted to read and had no time. They don't understand why I have to study so hard after the senior high school entrance examination. Only I know that in order to study, I have missed the chance to play at ordinary times. Based on the experiences and lessons of the above characters, I understand that only by moving on and working hard can we avoid missing more!

So, if you are sad for the loss now, please listen to my advice: cherish the beauty in front of you! Don't feel lost for what you missed. All you can do is seize everything in front of you and don't lose any more. For those who missed it, think about what Dante once said-just take a look and move on! You don't have to regret!

When I saw those dancers, I knew I had missed many beautiful scenery.

In fact, the most beautiful scenery in the world is not picturesque, nor is it named after the beauty extracted from the mess. In fact, the most beautiful scenery is around us, and our favorite thing is called missing.

I missed countless scenery and closed myself in a small world, which was plain and vulgar.

Familiar music played, I remember the last time I came to this square, it was a long time ago, just passing by, as a lovely soy sauce party.

I know, here, it's a stage for the elderly, and it's their time from seven to nine in the evening.

The melody of their dancing, these old people, no matter how they dance, can't panic when they look at people and imitate the actions of people around them. They are clumsy but happy. They danced in pairs, snuggled together, and revolved in the huge square, enjoying it.

There are golden songs in the 1970s and 1980s, and the familiar melody seems to have a fresh life with people's dancing. The street lamps in the distance, the dazzling lights and sirens are all drowned by the sound of music and turned into a faint smoke stream, which is so beautiful.

The cool breeze caresses the cheeks, making people drunk here, drunk here and drunk here.

I found myself really small when I came out today. Those scenery I missed, those beautiful things that have passed away, are all missed by myself?

I can't be indifferent anymore. I'm already a little depressed and angry with myself.

I don't know if those dancers are happy. Only by looking at these scenes did I realize that I was happy from the heart.

In fact, at that time, I was happy and sad. I have missed such beautiful scenery, beautiful lamp river and dancing crowd. Everything excites me, excites my whole body cells.

When the music of the next song begins, people who just feel tired, like the tireless clockwork doll above, devote themselves to the next song with great enthusiasm.

On my way home, I can't forget it.

Walking under the street lamp, my heart gradually calmed down. These are all the scenery I have missed, and I still have a chance to make up for it. So, when will I have a chance to make up for what I have missed along the way?