On a leisurely afternoon, I read the newspaper casually. After a while, my eyes were suddenly attracted by a subtitle. My body stretched straight almost at once. I picked up the glasses beside my bed and read them carefully: "XX Cup Student Composition Contest ……", which I watched several times; In fact, what attracts me is not the generous bonus, vanity and fame, but what kind of ranking I can get and my strength. I hesitated, as if there were two little people quarreling in my heart. One said, "Go! What a great opportunity! Isn't writing always your favorite thing? Think of it as an opportunity to exercise for a while! " Another little man frowned and said, "No! The composition contest is a gathering of experts. What are you doing for a poor writer? Waste of time! " I shook my head, and only the first of the two little people in my mind was with me.
From the beginning, I carefully read the entries, took a small notebook and a pen to the bookstore to find relevant information, searched hard and searched thousands of places. I went through all the relevant materials and prayed for even a little inspiration and inspiration.
After thinking day and night, I followed my mother's wisdom of "one red heart, two hands ready" and tilted my thoughts and feelings without any reputation. The thick dictionary makes my thighs red, but I have no regrets. When I carefully put my thoughts for many days into a thin envelope, the overloaded hope has been sent to the other side of my heart.
Soon, I received a big package with a certificate of honor and a bonus that weighed thousands of pounds to me. Looking at the black words on the certificate, I suddenly understood that black does not mean inferiority, it represents a person's glory and pride, and my tears fell down in disappointment. These are tears of joy. Taste it, it's sweet.
I cheer for myself, because now I can proudly say, "I beat myself!" "