Essay on the taste of success (collection of 15 articles)
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The Taste of Success Essay 1
Whenever I think of this, I will feel the taste of success. This taste has always stayed in my heart and will not disappear.
On a sunny afternoon, my father took me to learn to ride a bicycle. So, I happily learned to ride a bicycle from my father. At first, I got on the bike, but the bike swayed left and right. Dad held the back seat of the car, and I got on the bike with confidence, ready to move forward.
When I rode forward, the bicycle went left and right for a while. I panicked and braked immediately. Dad stopped calmly, patted my shoulder, and said earnestly: "Everything you do has to be experienced for the first time, so don't be afraid!" I nodded and continued riding forward.
Dad’s hand on the back seat suddenly let go. I panicked, lost my balance, and the bike swayed left and right. Then, the bike lost control and hit a tree. I was lying on the ground on all fours, with blood flowing from my legs. I lost confidence and was about to give up, but my father encouraged me and said: "Wherever you fall, get up."
I gritted my teeth, picked up the bicycle, and rode on it, struggling. ride. The car still struggled with me, and this time I was determined to tame it. Fall down and get up. Although I have experienced many twists and turns, persistence is victory. How can I win without persistence?
On the road, I heard the finish line ringing in my ears. , I believe that we will see the end point on the road not far away.
Finally, all the hard work paid off, I rode to the finish line, and I tasted the success that comes with hard work. The taste is really sweet. The Taste of Success Essay 2
Whenever I succeed, I always laugh blankly by myself. I don’t know the reason for my laughter. Maybe it’s because I taste the sweetness of life!
When I was in first grade, I was very afraid of water. As soon as I went to the swimming pool, I would burst into tears, crying and shouting: "I don’t want to swim, I don’t want to swim!" My parents had no choice but to sign me up. I took a swimming class, and gradually, swimming became a specialty of mine and a hobby of mine. I go swimming every summer. With my hard work and my father's guidance, I swim faster and better. Now I can swim breaststroke, backstroke, freestyle and synchronized swimming. That was the first time I tasted success since I was in school. Now many people still call me a little dolphin and praise me for my swimming ability!
This year I learned to ride a bicycle by myself, and I can ride dozens of laps around the small square below our house. At first, my father pushed me from behind, but then he became impatient. Just let me ride by myself. Some time ago I could only ride once or twice, but later through my own efforts, I was able to ride five or six times. After a day or two, I was suddenly able to ride a circle without stopping. Finally, I learned how to ride. Now I can go out on a bicycle to help my parents buy groceries. Others praise me as a good helper to my parents! As soon as I was born, everyone in the world wanted to have children!
The taste of success is actually very good, but only when we pay can we get rewards. The Taste of Success Essay 3
Everyone has his own moments of success, including me.
Once, I saw my neighbor’s sister playing shuttlecock. When I saw her playing so well, I was very envious and wanted to learn how to play shuttlecock.
I mustered up the courage, walked forward, and said to my eldest sister: "Sister, can you tell me how I can play as well as you?" My sister smiled and said: "Practice more. That’s it.” After listening to my sister’s words, I decided to kick it once. I thought kicking shuttlecock was easy at first, but I didn't expect it to be so difficult. When the shuttlecock falls, you have to lift your feet, not too early, otherwise the shuttlecock has not fallen. When my feet hit the ground and I wanted to do it again, it was too late.
But it can't be too late. If it's too late, the shuttlecock will hit the ground. It's not easy to kick it accurately! I kicked several times, but I either raised my foot too early or too late, and the kick was always bad.
I was sad and disappointed, and when I was about to give up, my sister comforted me and said: "Nothing is difficult in the world, as long as you are willing to climb, and as long as you persist, you will succeed." After listening to my sister's encouragement, I Pick yourself up again and continue practicing. Time flies so fast, I have been practicing for almost half an hour. My face was as red as a big apple, my whole body was covered in sweat, even my palms were sweating, but I continued to practice. "Wow" I shouted excitedly, "Sister, I kicked it, and I kicked it twice in a row." My sister clapped her hands and said, "You are awesome! Keep working hard! You will definitely succeed, and you will definitely kick more." "More." After hearing my sister's compliments, I felt happy.
I finally learned how to play shuttlecock, which made me understand: if you want to succeed in anything, you have to put in a lot of effort. Although it is hard, if you succeed, then you will know that you are successful. The taste is so sweet and wonderful. The Taste of Success Essay 4
The light rain was pattering outside the window. The light raindrops crept in quietly from the window, squirming slowly, and with a "pop" sound, they fell to the ground and disappeared. I have asked myself a hundred times in my heart: Did you do well in the exam?
Suddenly, my deskmate patted me gently. His eyes could no longer see the brilliance before, and asked in a low voice: "Do you think you will get higher than me in the exam?" I smiled slightly. He laughed and said: "I don't know, maybe it is, maybe it is not. I don't care how high you are in the exam, but I tried hard." At this time, a classmate's test paper had been handed out: 87, my God, his grades have always been I was ranked among the best, but I only got an 87. My heart felt cold, and the little confidence I had was gone.
The rain outside the window is getting heavier and heavier, and the raindrops as big as beans hit the ground, as if the gods heard the signal, tore open the sky, and poured the water of the Milky Way into the world. I couldn’t wait to rush out of the classroom, where Venting his despair under the violent storm, his heart was numb...
At this moment, all the unhappy things cleared up and the moon became clear.
My test paper was handed out, and I glanced at it sadly, 95, my God, is this true? I looked at it again, dubiously, and I was right! The excitement of success also defeated the sadness in my heart, and the sadness fled.
The rain stopped, and the rainbow rose from the sky, reflecting the sky, the ground, and the children's faces. The rainbow became even more brilliant after the storm.
No one knows what will happen in the next moment. Throwing away the sadness and keeping the confidence is the best choice! Realize the joy of success, butterflies flying freely in the sky, bees working hard among the flowers, this is the beauty of life! The Taste of Success Essay 5
When Teacher Wang came to me with a smile and held the CET-7 passing certificate, I knew that I had passed the CET-7 piano exam successfully. This is great news to me! Behind this success, Teacher Wang and I have put in a lot of sweat and effort.
When I knew I was going to take the exam, I was excited and scared. In the first lesson of practicing this piece, when I first saw the two new pieces to memorize, I fainted! This is too difficult! Teacher Wang also saw my fear of difficulty and encouraged me while teaching me how to play. The teacher said that in his piano shop, I was his most proud student. The teacher said that I was extremely talented in practicing piano, but I was more than smart but not diligent enough. He sincerely hopes that I can become a good piano player. I know that he must be much more nervous than me at this time. I cheered myself up secretly, trying to calm my nervousness. When I got home that day, in order to live up to Teacher Wang's ardent expectations, I practiced the piano for an unprecedented five hours, sweat and tears. If you focus on the left hand, the right hand will make mistakes; if you look at the right hand, the left hand will make mistakes again.
However, I firmly believe that practice makes perfect, and the more you practice it over and over, the more flexible you will become. The first piece of music was finally practiced. Teacher Wang taught him the piece that made me faint. I gave him a "Wu Song Beats the Tiger". Although it took a little longer to practice this piece, it was good. I was conquered by this "Wu Song". In the end, I was able to practice the not difficult scales and fences. I did it three times, five times, five times and two times divided by two! It took no effort on my part to learn this. Looking at the certificate in my hand, I felt so sweet.
Now I finally taste the taste of success, which was earned with my hard work and sweat. I finally understood the principle of "no pain, no gain"! The Taste of Success Essay 6
Today, I held the skates in both hands and ran to the park quickly. As soon as I arrived at the park, I immediately took off my shoes and put on the skates. After putting them on, I wanted to stand up happily. I got up, but before I could stand up, I immediately fell down. I quickly climbed up and sat on the stool. I put on my skating knee pads, hand guards, and helmet again, and got ready.
After everything was put on, I stood up again, thinking I was going to fall again this time, but luckily I didn't fall. I slid forward diagonally without falling. Gradually, I became bolder and my speed became faster and faster. Finally, with a bang, I hit the pillar. I hurriedly sat back on the chair, feeling pain in my limbs.
I was a little discouraged and thought in disappointment: Why is skating so difficult? But at the same time, I felt relieved. If skating is difficult, why are there still people skating? They should stop skating! Thinking of this, I stood up and slipped up again. As soon as I reached the corner, I turned diagonally with my feet. After turning in a circle, I failed to control the speed. I mastered the turning skills and hit the pillar again.
I returned to the chair, changed my skates, and announced when I got home: I won’t skate anymore. My mother advised me to practice a little longer. If you practice more, you will definitely get better. If you don’t keep practicing, you will never succeed. After my mother’s encouragement and persuasion, I regained my lost confidence and continued practicing. When I passed the turn, I tilted one foot up, turned halfway, and tilted the other foot up, flying straight in the park. The wind blew in my face, and the wind roared on both sides of my ears, blowing my hair. stood up.
Today, I not only learned to skate, but also realized a truth: as long as you persist in doing one thing, you will definitely succeed. The Taste of Success Essay 7
Perhaps everyone has experienced a moment of success and experienced the taste of success. It represents that you have made a breakthrough in some aspect and will make you feel happy and excited. I have had my moments of success.
At the sports meeting in my fourth grade, I was a member of the rope skipping team at that time. Whenever I saw someone else skipping rope less well than me, I wanted to show them my skills. I am gearing up for this rope skipping competition, ready to show off my skills.
The rope skipping competition was held in the afternoon. I got ready to warm up early and waited for it to start. I and other students in our class who participated in the rope skipping competition walked into the arena with vigorous steps and high energy. I picked up the skipping rope with full confidence. As soon as the referee blew the whistle, everyone jumped up quickly. I waved the jump rope with lightning speed. When I jump, my feet are very close to the ground, just enough for the rope to quickly pass under my feet, so I can save a lot of energy and time. I danced very fast without even a single pause. In the second half, my speed slowed down as my energy was exhausted. Until the end, although I didn't stop, it felt like I only danced every ten seconds.
The competition was over. I heard that my score was 190. I was surprised and excited. I thought that based on my score, I might be able to compete for first place. I listened to the teachers announcing the results. The one with the highest score besides me was 187. I felt so happy that it was sweeter than honey. When I returned to my class, I was jumping up and down, unable to contain the joy in my heart.
This success feels so good! The Taste of Success Essay 8
When I was a child, I was particularly afraid of others saying that I was not as good as him. Once others said this, it would arouse my "fighting spirit" and I would do everything possible to surpass him until Let him "submit me until he obeys me."
When I was a child, I dared to do anything, but the only thing I dared not do was swim in the water, because I was a "landlubber". This was also a hurdle that I couldn't get over.
I remember one day, a neighbor’s child said to me: "Let’s go swimming. I heard that a new swimming pool has been opened." When I heard this, my face turned green and I pretended to be angry. : "You did it on purpose, you didn't go!"
The neighbor's child said, "You can't swim, right?" I said, "Just wait, let's have a showdown another day. "He said, "Okay, I'll wait." The two of us made a declaration of war.
The next day, I asked my dad to take me to learn swimming. My dad didn’t agree at first, but then after my hard work, he finally agreed. So I started my "tour journey."
At the beginning, I practiced very hard, but I just couldn't learn well and became impatient. I often stopped practicing after a few exercises. . Seeing that I no longer had the patience to continue learning, my father used his provocation method and said to me: "You're giving up now. Don't you want to succeed? Don't you want to surpass those who laugh at you? Don't you want to keep doing it?" You should be the first, don’t you..."
Before my father could finish his words, I started practicing hard again, and finally mastered the swimming skills, because I always had a belief in my heart What supports me is that I must succeed.
On the day of the competition, I played very well and finally won the victory and won the praise of my opponent. At that moment, I was extremely proud, because I reaped the joy of success and tasted the taste of success, which moistened my heart like rain and dew! Essay on the Taste of Success 9
That summer vacation, I tasted success.
When the summer vacation just started, children my age could ride bicycles. Mom said, I will also learn to ride a bicycle when I go to school. I readily agreed.
In the early morning, I pushed my bicycle out with my father. I just got up and wasn’t very good at it yet, so I asked my dad to help me ride from behind. I rode a few times and felt pretty good, so I picked up the speed. I said to my father, "Dad, it's not difficult to ride a bike!" But my father didn't respond. I looked back, hey, where is dad? He is waving to me from a distance. I was so shocked that I lost my balance and fell to the ground. My father ran over and helped me up and said to me: "I saw that you were riding well, so I let go. I believe you can do a good job." After listening to my father's words, I continued to practice riding a bicycle. I could ride by myself. I was very happy and speeded up. I wanted to go back and tell my father the news, but I didn't look at the road ahead. There was a tree in front of me. I wanted to stop but it was too late, I hit a tree. Dad said to me sincerely: "When riding a bicycle, you must look at the road ahead and not be distracted. Everything cannot be smooth sailing. You must accumulate experience through failures. One failure is nothing. Remember that failure is the mother of success." "My father's words encouraged me, and soon I could ride a bicycle alone, and I could ride it very well.
That summer I tasted the taste of success. Although this taste was a bit bitter, it was also very sweet. I understand that there is no secret to success. As long as you persevere, work hard, and do it seriously, you will succeed and gain joy. Only by accumulating experience and learning lessons from failures will you succeed. As my dad said, "Failure is the mother of success." The Taste of Success Essay 10
Have you seen it? The bird in the tree learned to fly only after falling many times.
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Many people have tasted the taste of success, and some people have fantasized about tasting the taste of success, but today I finally tasted the taste of success.
I used to be a timid and withdrawn child. I would choose to avoid and retreat no matter what problems I encountered, so I didn’t dare to speak or raise my hand in class.
One time, the teacher asked me to get up to answer. I stood up hesitantly, with sweat pouring down my face, my teeth locked, and I didn’t answer in detail, I just stood like this.
Once, the teacher called me to the office and said softly to me: "Zhixiang, you have to answer more questions and raise your hands in the future. Do you understand?" I nodded hesitantly.
After that, I added one more item to my homework, which was to read the text to my parents. This would boost my courage and improve my reading level, so I could kill two birds with one stone.
My mother said to me today: "My aunt who is studying in college is coming back. You read the text to her." It was evening, my aunt came, and I started to walk on the stage, my heart was pounding. Jumping, my mouth seemed to be sealed, and my hands kept shaking. My aunt came over and said to me: "Let's read aloud together!" My aunt read aloud with me. The encouragement from my mother and aunt made me confident, and I I finally succeeded in reading aloud, and my heart was sweeter than eating honey at that moment.
In that open class, there was a question that no one knew. I raised my hand confidently. The teacher asked me to stand up and speak. I answered it correctly and won unanimous praise from everyone.
I shouted to the sky: "I succeeded!" Essay on the Taste of Success 11
Yesterday our school held its annual Children's Day garden outing. I finally tasted success during this garden tour.
The park tour started. I didn’t know what games I wanted to play, so I just walked around on the playground. Suddenly my eyes lit up: bouncing ping pong balls! I waited at the back of the team and watched how others played and learned their skills. Finally it was my turn. I picked up the table tennis ball and threw it in. Hey, I almost got in. It's okay. I still have two chances. I threw another shot into the box, but it jumped out. There was only one chance left, so I mustered up the courage to take the crucial shot. Into the box! The teacher sitting next to me gave me a coupon. I couldn't believe that I got a lottery ticket so easily! When I was about to continue playing this game, I thought: Isn’t it too boring to just play this game? I should find another game to play.
I left the playground and went to the campus to find games to play. After searching for a while, I found a fourth grade game: Quick Eyes and Quick Hands. The rules of the game are: use chopsticks to pick out three ping pong balls within ten seconds and you will get one lottery ticket. Pick out six or all of them and get two lottery tickets. After a long time, it was finally my turn. I picked up the chopsticks and picked them up in the basin of water, while the classmates next to me were counting. I just picked up a table tennis ball and it fell into the water. I carefully picked up the second table tennis ball and put it on the bag. It was a ball. The time was almost up, I was anxious and quickly caught the ball. When the time came, I sandwiched four balls. The teacher gave me another lottery ticket.
I tasted the taste of success, it is so sweet. The Taste of Success Essay 12
Since ancient times, the reason for success is that you can try. At home, my parents never let me enter the kitchen. Tonight, our parents happened to have not gotten off work yet, so I decided to show my skills to improve them. But I didn’t know where to start. I had to bring the "Compendium of Family Recipes" and chose the easiest thing to make, which was a cold dish - cucumber mixed with vermicelli.
I first pulled a bunch of vermicelli and threw it into a basin, poured it with a thermos bottle of warm water, then took out a few cucumbers from the refrigerator, boiled the water and rinsed them, and then put the chopping board on my own , then picked up the knife and cut the cucumber. At first, I wanted to cut a cucumber into slices, and then cut it into shreds, but after a while, my wrist became sore and painful when moving, and the cucumber slices under the knife became thicker and thicker, and they looked ugly. , let’s cut it into diced cucumbers instead. I spent a lot of effort and finally finished cutting it. It was really funny to watch them look at my masterpiece. There were shredded, sliced, diced and cubed cucumbers on the plate. What’s even more ridiculous is that the vermicelli looks slimy because it’s been soaked too soft. Also, add a little oil, vinegar and an appropriate amount of soy sauce and salt when cold dressing. But how much time do they need, and how much is the right amount? I put them in again and again, and tasted them again and again, and then I felt that the taste was almost the same. However, I was almost full by this time.
While eating, my father said that the cold dishes I made tasted very good. I was very happy, and I finally tasted success! ! The Taste of Success Essay 13
After thousands of inventions, Edison invented many things useful to mankind and tasted the taste of success. Then Newton carefully observed and worked hard to study why the apple fell down after it was ripe, and discovered the universal gravitation, and also tasted the taste of success. Watt, Nobel... these people have tasted the taste of success, so people must also know how to do it. Ask: "Have you ever tasted success?" I will proudly tell you, "I have tasted it too."
Success is like a sour lemon. I recall that I persistently took time to practice saxophone from the fifth grade to the sixth grade, but the results were not very satisfactory. I was always criticized by the teacher and never praised. So I always feel sour in my heart after eating lemon. Why is it always like this? I asked myself, is it because I don’t know how to pretend to know very much, which creates obstacles for me to make progress? For this reason, I really want to give up and stop studying, but there is always a voice in my heart: Lin Cai Yes, believe in yourself, nothing is difficult in the world, as long as you are willing.
Believe that you must be able to do it. This voice pulled me back again and again when I went to the edge of the cliff. It was this voice that changed my mind and made me work hard to practice playing and achieve what the teacher asked me to do. When I was in the exam, I wanted to take the grade test. This was also my first time taking the grade exam. I was very afraid that I would not pass the exam, which would make me feel discouraged in the future.
Success is like sweet honey. After I finished the exam on September 16, I finally received the notification that I passed the exam. I was so happy at the time because my efforts were not in vain. , although this is a small success, I am very happy to have the taste of success. No matter I encounter setbacks or difficulties in the future, I will continue to go until I reach the goal, that is success. Then there will be a rich harvest and a greater taste of success. The Taste of Success Essay 14
Every summer, I always play in the swimming pool, holding tightly the "lifeline"-like lifebuoy in my hand at all times, for fear that if I let go, it will sink into the shallow water under my body. The blue water bottom, whenever I think of this, I feel particularly ridiculous——
With a splash, I plunged into the deep water. Huh-huh, my hands were swinging back and forth, and then I felt my body slowly moving forward like a snail. I thought at the time: "Why is it so slow?" But I don't let you think about it. Wow, I sank to the bottom of the water like a piece of lead, and the water that seemed to have burst into the dike got into my mouth, choking me like a devil in my throat and nose. The feeling of being choked by water was really unpleasant, so , I went ashore and thought: "Is my hand swinging too slow, or is it swinging in the wrong direction?" After careful consideration, I decided to try again. I ignored the choking in the water and tried my best to move forward. Although the speed increased a lot, it caused "a fire at the city gate and a disaster for the fish pond" because I used too much force and splashed water on others. "Hey!" I sighed, disappointed, and sat on the shore. For a while, I accidentally saw people taking a full breath before diving, then diving headfirst into the water, and then coming back up from the other end. I also imitated it. I jumped down, but because I was panicked and choked on the water again, I pushed ahead despite the difficulties and unknowingly competed with it. After several practical trainings, I learned the first move of swimming, and I was very happy.
From this incident, I not only know that failure is the mother of success, but also see the true joy of success and its true face! I also learned that success brings you happiness and excitement! Failure can bring you the experience of preparing for success. After you fail, if you persevere, you will see the goddess of victory waving to you and congratulating you not far away! The Taste of Success Essay 15
In my daily life, I have tasted many tastes. Among them, there is a taste that I remember deeply, that is the taste of success.
One day during the summer vacation, we went hiking. On the way, you have to pass a glass bridge. The bridge has no fixed railings and only two ropes to hold on to either side. When I came to the bridge, I hesitated for a long time because although I am a boy, I have been afraid of heights since I was a child. However, this was the only way to pass, so I had no choice but to bite the bullet and set foot on this terrifying bridge.
I looked forward, carefully held the rope on the right, and took a small step. At that moment, I glanced down, my heart trembled suddenly, and I couldn't help but feel dizzy. This... bridge is at least a few hundred meters below, right? Oh my God, what to do? Fear gripped me tightly like a demon, and my hands and feet trembled slightly, as if they were equipped with electric motors. I quickly closed my eyes and said to myself secretly: "Raise your head and don't look down! The glass is solid and you can walk through it quickly." However, my feet were soft and I had no strength at all, and they seemed to be hanging on me. The heavy iron chain cannot move. After a while, I felt calmer and tried to lift my feet and move forward, but the fear in my heart still prevented me from moving forward. All kinds of thoughts poured out like rivers: What if the bridge cannot support it? manage? What if the rope breaks? Just when I wanted to go back, another voice appeared in my heart: Don't back down when encountering difficulties, come on! Okay, then go all out, others can walk through, why can't I! Thinking like this, I felt that my courage returned to me. I immediately grabbed the rope tightly, looked ahead, and walked forward despite my heart pounding.
Close, close! Ah, I finally crossed the bridge!
At that moment, I couldn't help but cheer: "I succeeded!" I am proud, I am proud, I tasted the extraordinary taste, that is the taste of success! ;