When angry because of exam mistakes, I cry in the face of bright red X, listen to the cynicism of my classmates and look at my parents' disappointed eyes. I lost confidence in myself. What inspired me? Suddenly, that famous saying flashed through my mind-failure is the mother of success! I suddenly realized: who hasn't failed? Fall, get up again! So, I pulled myself together again, turned my tears into sweat, studied hard, asked if I didn't understand, and finally achieved excellent results in another exam. Ah! Famous words, I thank you! When I tried to do something and failed repeatedly, I was so angry that I locked myself in a small room and kept crying. I hate myself, I hate that I have failed others' expectations, I hate that I am a loser, and I even hate that my parents gave birth to such a stupid me. Suddenly, a bright light lit up in my heart-failure is the mother of success! I suddenly realized: how can I see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain? There is no mountain you can't climb, no dangerous beach you can't cross! So I dried my tears and went on working. Many things happen. Finally, I succeeded! Ah! Famous words, I thank you! When my class honor was damaged by my careless work, I was ashamed to get into the ground fissure. Tears of regret flow silently on my face, and my heart is crying. I failed my teacher's expectations. At this point, failure is the mother of success! This famous saying gently opened the door of my heart, and I was suddenly enlightened: What are you afraid of doing wrong? Just correct it in time! After that, I worked harder. Later, I was rated as an excellent team member. Ah! Famous words, I thank you! This good partner accompanied me through six spring, summer, autumn and winter, and helped me break through one rapids after another. Now, I copy it neatly and stick it in front of my desk. It will become an immortal beacon in my life journey, guiding me to break through the waves and sail to the other side of success forever! Close your eyes, hold the purple softness on the strings, and greedily suck the fragrance of purple, so that freshness and intoxication follow the breath and run through the whole cell, even the bone marrow. Imagine yourself in a purple sea of flowers, smiling and holding hands with you, walking through the most beautiful border of life and feeling the intoxicating fragrance. Following the footsteps of winter, a group of people are jealous, looking for the tenderness of spring, and letting their hearts leap over the world of mortals and follow the sound. Middle school students write "What inspired me?" With the notes, my heart drifts alone, and with the painting, I stop in the romantic garden and stay alone. According to the mystery of lavender, I imagine the smallness of lavender, write graceful and classical poems, and wait for a touch of softness. Waiting for the dark winter night, watching the romantic picture, intoxicated by the elegant fragrance, both physically and mentally drunk, I don't know where to go. Looking at the purple sea of flowers, it exudes intoxicating fragrance, spreading eternal dreams, always accompanied by a touch of softness, telling the wind of the century. A few dreams, a few lifetimes, always have the most romantic picture, depicting intoxicating poems. Pink rose woven door, green leaves wrapped around vines, covered with snow-white fence. Twinkling street lamps, pushing for you slightly? Once, I did badly in a test. Because of this, I had a conflict with my parents. In a rage, I ran out of the house: I didn't do well in an exam. Are my parents so picky? The more I think about it, the angrier I get. I really don't want to go home again. When I was depressed, I heard a very nice song "Sailor". He said that the pain in the storm was nothing. Dry your tears, don't ask why ... exciting melody and beautiful music attracted me deeply. I followed the sound, and finally, in a corner of the street, I found this band. Seeing them, I was puzzled: the members of this band are all disabled, one of them lost an arm and the other hand held a microphone; A man lost his legs and played drums with both hands; Another person is still singing happily: don't be afraid to dry your tears, because we still have dreams ... Looking at their strong and charming smiles and listening to this beautiful song, I began to admire them. Looking at their happy tears, I can't help asking myself: they are physically disabled, but they still face life with a smile. So what are their reasons for optimism? It is their love and desire for life and their belief in life. At this time, many passers-by stopped and donated some money to the band. I also took out ten dollars and threw them into a shabby rice bowl without thinking. When I left, I heard a song "Grateful Heart" played by them. Grateful heart, thanks to fate, flowers bloom and fall, I will still cherish ... I was moved again. Although these disabled people are physically disabled, they are still so strong and optimistic, but I give up on myself because of the contradiction with my family.