"Ding Lingling" """"A noisy alarm clock woke me up from my sleep. I climbed out of bed. Looking out of the window, the red sun gradually climbed up the hill from the east, and the harmonious sunshine was warmly sprinkled into the house. Birds twittered and started a busy day. Small trees also spread their branches and leaves, stretch their bodies and start cheerful morning exercises. I put on my clothes in a hurry and ran out in socks.

"Shit!" I couldn't help shouting. "My other sock is missing." I ran into the room and looked around, but Little Socks seemed to be playing hide-and-seek with me, and I didn't even find a shadow. I'm as anxious as a cat on hot bricks-running around. "Honey, come out quickly." I said to myself, rummaging through my socks.

"Wen Xiu, hurry up, aren't you going for a spring outing today? It's 7: 30, why are you dawdling? " Mom is urging outside.

"Mom, I can't find my socks." I am anxious to cry.

"Well, mom will tell you to put your things away before going to bed. It's strange that you have lost everything all day and are looking for socks! " My mother severely criticized me. My mom found it for me, too. I lifted the quilt and searched carefully. Suddenly, my eyes lit up and my socks were lying on the edge of the corner. "Haha, iron shoes are nowhere to be found, and you can get them without blowing off dust." I quickly put on my socks and rushed to school in three steps.

Alas, I'm late at last. The students have set out in a whole team, and they may still stay in the mountains at the moment! What about me? I have to go home depressed. At this time, my mother came over and said to me earnestly, "Don't lose heart, there will be another chance." As long as you don't forget, you won't be late. "After listening to my mother, I bowed my head in shame.

As the saying goes, "once you fall, you will gain wisdom." In the evening, I tidied up the room carefully, and the room suddenly took on a new look. Then I went to bed. Looking at the night sky outside the window, Mother Moon quietly climbed up the branch, looked at me and smiled sweetly.

criticize

Good medicine tastes bitter and is good for illness, but advice when most unpleasant is good for action. I think everyone understands this truth. At that time, Shang Zhouwang was headstrong, did not listen to correct opinions, and formed an opposition at the top, fighting with each other, imprisoned Ji Zi and lost the hearts of the people. I still remember a generation of pioneer model Lei Feng, who was criticized by the cook for eating rice crust and went out with a snort. What happens when I am criticized?

Throughout history, the word "criticism" has always been unpopular. It is like a sword that goes straight into the chest of others. Although it helps to remove cancer, not everyone can accept it calmly. For me, criticism is like a curse, which has always been with me.

Playing small, silly and naughty, I am like a radio, always receiving critical signals from all corners.

When I was a child, I always thought adults were a strange creature. How can they be so fond of pointing fingers? It is useless to throw a stone into the sea, but they are in such a hurry to "recite". When they criticize, I always bury my head silently, "shamefully" play with my fingers, posing as a dead virtue that I will correct my mistakes, but adults will never know, and I am secretly laughing and boring. ...

When I grow up, there are fewer naughty things, but I unconsciously have rebellious psychology. I used to hate criticism, the bad looks of my parents and teachers, and I was unconvinced. I thought: you want me to do this, but I want that. I love criticism, so I will let you criticize. Thus, an emotional tug-of-war began. After a long time of "fighting", I found that their faces became heavier and heavier, and they were less severe, replaced by constant sighs. At first, I was ecstatic and thought I had won the game. But in the end, my cold eyes and tired back scared me, and I was at a loss and depressed. I regret leaving tears, I know, they don't want to talk to me ... outside the window, the stars are dim.

It was another silent dinner, and my parents sat as cold as ice, and the originally lively streets only strolled with relish in the evening breeze. I am looking forward to a car passing by, which can break the dead silence. "Dad, today, the teacher sent the paper and asked the parents to sign it. I didn't do well this time and failed. " I swallowed and said bravely. "Oh." Dad always looks at the food, and if there is anything, he answers. "Mom, I broke my classmate's glasses today, and I want to pay for it." My mother caught the food, turned to look at me, turned to me with a straight face, and didn't say a word ... My heart thumped, like a stone falling into the abyss, my body was getting weaker and my nose was sour. All I remember is that tears can no longer hold the gate. I looked down and sobbed and said, "Dad ... Mom, can you criticize me again?" I ... I know I was wrong. I will be obedient in the future. No ... leave me alone, okay? "That night, I wiped my swollen eyes, and vaguely, I saw the stars laughing. ...

From then on, I dare not slack off when dealing with criticism. I take every criticism seriously with an open mind, correct it if there is criticism, and encourage it if there is no criticism. Gradually, I understand that behind every criticism, there is always goodwill. They all hope that I can make progress and become stronger.

When I am criticized, I will not choose to escape.