This long winter, I can't enjoy the temperature brought by the sun while waiting for the bus. At the crossroads, the air in the morning is like night. Everything is quiet, and everything casts a few shadows on the ground.

Inadvertently looking down, I found the "world" at my feet-the whistling wind blew a newspaper to my feet. I looked out of the corner, and the headline on the front page attracted me: I don't know that there are successes and failures on the road of life, which are the driving force for progress. In an instant, my heart was hit hard and all the blood flowed into my heart. I let them get high temperature when they breathe. The wind is still whistling in my ears, and my heart is boiling. I see. Failure is not wasting efforts, but not trying. Just then, a brand-new door opened.

A few months after I saw this newspaper, we ushered in the first phase of the ninth grade exam. I didn't find it particularly difficult during the exam, but after the exam, I checked the answers with my classmates, either wrong here or wrong there. I suddenly panicked. Thinking in my heart: "it's over, I must fail this time." I went home depressed and waited for the next day.

The next day, I came to school early, and soon the teacher came. As expected, although I didn't fail, my score was not high, especially in history, which was only a miserable 60-odd points. Although I was psychologically prepared, I still couldn't say a word when I saw the grade paper in my hand. I feel very bad psychologically. I haven't been to class all morning.

By lunch break, most people were asleep and I was still thinking. Suddenly, I remembered the newspaper I read a few months ago. That sentence in the newspaper pulled me out of disappointment and confusion.

So I began to work hard and got more than forty points in the mid-term exam.

That sentence in the newspaper impressed me deeply.

Chapter two: I remember a sentence composition.

What's the experience of having a sister? And she is an elder sister with a certain age difference.

I don't seem to have much time to play with my sister in my memory I was just born when she ran around playing with mud; By the time I can run around playing with mud, she is already a first-grade pupil who is unwilling to be stared at by her mother.

So, until now, my sister's relationship has gradually changed from telling me ghost stories before going to bed when I was a child to throwing cold water on me when I was in high spirits.

What impressed me the most was that one night a few years ago, a pot of cold water drenched my feet from head to toe, but it made me understand a lot.

That night was a beautiful night, and I was in a good mood-as if I had won some prize. Although it was only a small prize, for me at that time, it made a child have arrogant capital in an instant. I only felt full of joy and pride, as if I had become the most powerful person in the world.

So I proudly told my family. Of course, my parents laughed and said, "Really? Great! Not bad! " However, my sister is still sitting on the sofa, staring at the screen of the mobile phone, without looking up.

I was a little disappointed and said with pride, "Look, sister! Certificate of merit! "

My sister finally looked up, just glanced at it lightly with her eyes and said, "Hmm."

In an instant, the burning joy and pride in my heart were extinguished.

"However, people who are really powerful never feel powerful." She stared at me with an expression in her eyes that I couldn't understand at that time: "I am much better than you." There are people outside and there are mountains outside, right? " So ... don't be too proud because of a little thing. Even if many things are done well, there is nothing to show off. "

I just stood there. Why didn't I get praise for my good work? Instead, he was reprimanded. Why?

Think about the grievances at that time. Although it is understandable for a child, it is somewhat naive to be red-eyed with grievances.

However, the words that fell from the sky like cold water were remembered by me, and I lost my child's arrogance of "being young and frivolous" from then on.

"People who are really powerful never feel that they are powerful." Yes, the world is too big, and there is no upper limit for height. At any time, we should advance with humility and sincerity.

And the so-called humility, which should be high-profile capital, has chosen a low profile?

Thank my sister for pouring such a thought-provoking cold water on my ecstatic moment.

May I always remember this sentence and move forward humbly forever. There is still a long way to go.