The first part of the essay is to say a word from my heart.

Looking up at the starry sky, a shooting star fell; looking down in contemplation, I suddenly heard a few frogs singing. I'm not sure if it's the same star that I've been thinking about all day and night.

Spring Breeze

It was a warm and sunny day. You were holding a kite, leading the tiny me and the neighbor's children, running in the wilderness. The paper kites that flew in the air that day flew farther and higher than the butterflies and dragonflies of other children. Smooth and steady, not bumpy, ushered in a burst of yells, cheers ...... neighbor uncle asked me where I bought the paper kite, I said my father did. Uncle said, no wonder the wind are pleasing to your family, my father and I just giggled, savoring what is happy.

Summer Night

It was a moonlit summer night with a light breeze. You were lying on the grass, I pillowed in your arms, only to hear the sound of frogs, really like the bells and drums, spread to the world, the whole world is immersed in this drumming sound. At that moment, you pointed to the starry sky and told me about the legends that flowed slowly in the Milky Way galaxy in the sky. You said, "The brightest one is the North Star, and you are Dad's North Star!" At that moment, the little me, began to taste what is happiness.

Autumn

It was an autumn day when the wind was blowing and the forest was full of color. I came to the bottom of the mountain, saw the setting sun shining red on the mountain, there is a spine stooped figure, carrying a plow, driving cattle, hobbling from the mountain, framed in my memory, that is you, I miss my father day and night. Your body is getting thinner and thinner, not the same body that was rich and strong back then. When I took the plow on your shoulder, I did not see your smile, but heard your soft sigh. At this time, I savor what is heartache.

Winter Snow

It was a season of snow and sleet. I learned the news that you were critically ill and immediately rushed to the hospital. I took your hand, only to hear you say, "I'm sorry, you have to take good care of yourself." After saying that, you passed away. At that moment, my tears came out of my eyes, and my sky collapsed in an instant. The paper kites flying in the sky, the North Star in the night sky, and the hunched and hobbled figure were gone, and I tore my heart and lungs and cried out, savoring what pain is.

Epilogue

Winter goes and spring comes again, remembering the lost years, the teardrops slipped again. Lift your head and look at the pale bend, there are many feelings in your heart. To say a few words from the heart, I am also sorry for you, father, if there is an afterlife, I still do your son.

With a few hazy and a few curious, we unknowingly stepped into the ranks of the teenagers. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do this, but I think I'm going to be able to do it," he said. No longer can play hide-and-seek with the kids, and in the mouths of adults, there is always a repetition of the phrase: "You have to grow up."

Growing up - is to get rid of childish

In the past, every Friday after school, I always pestered my father to the newsstand to buy me comics, what "King of Comics" I was a period of time. But now, my father bought the "King of Comics" I no longer love it, and occasionally turned up, the book of vivid characters is people can not help but laugh, but no longer in line with my age. My father questioned, "What, you used to love reading The King of Comics, didn't you? My child is growing up." So, Dad's figure disappeared in the newsstand, but the bookstore appeared my lively silhouette, to go and my eyeballs are short and concise "Yilin", swim in the "Yilin" sea, I gained not only the improvement of the writing, as well as peace of mind and the philosophy of life. A wall is a bridge when it is pushed down, and life needs to be grasped by oneself. The first thing I want to do is to get rid of the childishness.

Growing up - is to learn to give up

The weekend of elementary school, I always study one day, one day crazy play, said to study, every thought of the afternoon can go to the park, can not be quiet. However, growing up told me to learn to give up. When I was addicted to the exciting computer games, time easily in the quiet passing, at this time I had to put down the beloved mouse, walked to the volume of books in front of the vast desk to bury their heads in hard reading, when I danced in front of the wonderful TV, the time of the river has been in the gurgling flow, this is, I had to give up the heart of the favorite, pick up the pen, rushed to the "battlefield! "I'm growing up. I am growing up, with the playful heart to do a merciless battle, between gain and loss to do a time to choose and give up.

Growing up - is to set goals

When I was a child, whenever I put a satisfactory final answer sheet to the hands of parents, the heart is always indescribable ecstasy and pride, too many so-called "brilliant! "So I labeled myself as "proud", I no longer want to ask others, others ask me for help, I am also indifferent. Elementary school essay competition, I was in the eyes of students is the favorite to win, but the only time, I missed the hoof, the teacher in the graduation notice to me wrote this sentence: "Caveat emptor, easy to fight, difficult to keep the mountain. "Since then, I am no longer easily satisfied with a little bit of small achievements made by myself, but to set goals, set sail, and strive to move forward, because I am clear: the road ahead is long and rugged, against the current, not to advance or retreat. Touching a small goal, how could I be afraid of not reaching the other side of the victory?" Growing up tells me: there is no best me, only better me.

To put it in my heart, I am also growing up, and now I: get rid of childishness, learn to give up, set up goals, cherish time, understand the strong ....... It is the growth that has taught me a lot.

After I grew up, I realized that time is a liar, and he cheated away my childishness, my childishness, my naughtiness, and my heart which is always full of strange ideas.

I vaguely remember that in my childhood, I like to hide in my grandfather's small study, secretly watch the story of Snow White and the seven dwarfs; I also like to hold the bedside of the lovely dolls, embracing each other to fall asleep. At that time, my stationery box will always have a lot of sharpened pencils and a fragrant eraser, pockets will be filled with grandma quietly stuffed me with sweet candies ...... but all of this is buried in the cracks of time, a little bit of the loss of a trace of being forgotten.

Some people say that time is a "killing knife". I laughed half a day before I realized how kind it is. The rain was dripping, and in this season when everything was yellow and people were sentimental about it, you went away, and your mother said, "You are going to a very beautiful, beautiful place, with mountains and water, and flowers and trees, and you will be very happy there." That place has a nice name - heaven.

Many days later, when someone talked about you, I put on a face of disbelief, and then, after she left, secretly hid in a corner thinking about your goodness, and shed tears alone.

When I was a child, my family was poor, and eating snacks was a wonderful thing. Candy and cookies are very expensive food, but I am partial to sweets, and I pestered you all day to eat snacks! You always meet me, and now every time I think of it, a warmth will swing out of my heart.

Not only were you kind to your family, but you also helped your neighbors and even a stranger. "Giving someone a mountain of gold is help, giving someone a bowl of water is also help." If you give people help, sooner or later they will repay you; if you can't try it in this life, in the next life, your children will be able to try it." These words have almost become your motto! You often give people help, the neighbors if cooking salt, you always lend them; summer you bring water to the thirsty passers-by; winter you give no hot water to the neighbors to send hot water, people praise you, you always say: "a little bit of a small thing!

You have never been to school in your life, and you can't help but be a little closed minded, saying that there is no pesticide on vegetables with bug eyes. When we were sick, we just kneeled on the ground and begged the gods, but this still did not reduce our love for you, on the contrary, we think you are more lovely.

You are an ordinary person, you have never been to school in your life, you are just an ordinary farmer, you passed your kind of rural women unique strong to me, so that I no longer tears, but your good I can never forget, to say a word from the heart, I also think of you, not once, twice, but millions of days and nights, I will think of you.

Looking up at the deep night sky overhead, a few stars hanging in the sky, grandma that the brightest star in the sky must be the brightest star of enlightenment that you turned into it, to say a word from the heart, sometimes I also think of you, in the place where the stars shed tears, I think there must be you! You into that bright star of enlightenment always guard us, leading us forward.

"Failure is the mother of success."

--Title

Failure is a common thing in the military, everyone says that after the failure is the joy of success, and I experienced failure again and again, I can not seem to see the shadow of success, as if it is farther and farther away from me. To say the least, I also want to succeed!

40th place, some people in the class can easily get the rank, why I can not get? Just when I struggle, it always shakes its head at me; when I have enough to get into the top 40, it always gives me ridicule and makes me fall short of that abominable 1-5 points. Failure after failure made me gradually lose confidence. Could it be. Can't I succeed? I often think so ......

This this I regressed dozens of places, I was once again by the loss of the loss of points that could have been obtained but lost, if you add on it ...... I once again think: I can not succeed? I needed a talk from my homeroom teacher that week, which would be the only way to regain my confidence, but no one approached me. I kept looking forward to the sound of the class teacher's rebuke. Otherwise I couldn't pull myself together, I had failed for too long...too long...

When I lost hope, he called me into his office and talked to me. He told me, "XX, the teacher knows you are blaming yourself, but this is not the way. It's not that you don't have that ability to succeed if you want to, it's that you're too relaxed and unmotivated with yourself. It's not that success has abandoned you, it's that you've turned it away!" I listened in silence, washing away the failure with my own tears. I kept this in mind: it's not that success abandons you, it's that you turn it away! I felt for the first time that success was close to me, within reach.

Some time later, my teachers talked to me one after another to inspire me and give me confidence and motivation. I was revitalized, and I was able to live up to the saying that failure is the mother of success. I now scored well in every quiz, and I carved my goal in my mind again: top 40!

In the blink of an eye, the monthly exam came, I walked into the exam room with confidence, and answered the questionnaire seriously. And this time, I opened the door to greet Mr. Success. Really, to speak from my heart, I want to succeed and will succeed!