In daily study, work and life, many people have written compositions. Compositions can be divided into narrative essays, expository essays, practical essays and argumentative essays according to different genres. So have you ever understood composition? The following is a composition on the taste of failure that I compiled for everyone. It is for reference only. I hope it can help everyone. The Taste of Failure Composition 1

When I was in junior high school, everything was going smoothly. But when I received a little blow, it felt like chaos was coming.

After the midterm exam, I came out of the exam room feeling like a complete mess. In fact, I had not endured enough hardship and was well prepared. I don't know how I performed to such a level. When I walked out of the examination room, I felt depressed and depressed. I wanted to hit the wall with a piece of "tofu" and felt that the whole sky was about to collapse. Or maybe just to feel better, I went back to the dormitory to chat with my classmates, tell jokes, and never mention the word teacher. Maybe I am still relatively sunny, and my friends around me are all very motivated, saying, "Maybe I did worse than you in the exam! It's just one exam, you can do better next time!" Before the exam, I Set a goal. But it is impossible to achieve, because the higher the expectations, the more disappointments...

People have all kinds of paths in life, so what does it mean? I can only say that my performance was abnormal. It doesn’t matter if I take a small hit. If it doesn’t work this time, try again next time! It is normal for people to have a certain pessimistic mentality under certain circumstances. After this period of time, things will naturally get better. It will be okay. Just keep moving forward. You have to persist in many things. The reason why I am so pessimistic is just because of my unwillingness, because my contribution is not small, and only I know how much sweat and hardship it is. If it is purely uncertain, I would be willing to accept this fact, but I am prepared to fight, and many of them are confident in my heart. The reason why this situation occurs is, on the one hand, luck. Although they all sit in the same classroom and have the same test questions, everyone's potential is different. On the other hand, maybe my actual combat experience is not enough! The reason for this situation is that I didn't do well enough, so I can only pay to learn a lesson.

Failure is not terrible. What is terrible is that you cannot stand up again after failure! After this lesson. Next time, I will be more energetic to face the new exam and achieve good results. The Taste of Failure Essay 2

Just last week, our school held the midterm exam, and I did not do well. I didn't do very well in any subject, and I wasn't very satisfied either.

There are also people in the class who do well in the exam, and those who do poorly in the exam, of course, have a faint smile on their lips, while those who do poorly can only sit obediently. Reflect and reflect carefully in your seat, and some people may even be yelled at by the teacher. Seeing that the teacher was different from before, the faint smile on his face disappeared, his kind eyes became extremely stern, and his face turned red with anger. Seeing the teacher like this, I was so scared that my heart almost jumped out of my chest. I saw students who did well in the exam taking their own test papers and asking others what their scores were. They clearly knew that they had the best score in the class. I really regret that if I had studied hard and gotten good grades, then I would not have been laughed at by my classmates.

Then there was another parent-teacher meeting. The teacher said that she was very dissatisfied with this exam. My child, if you didn’t do well in the exam, don’t skip it like last time. This time you must do it. You should do it. Hit and scold those who deserve it, so that you can remember them longer.

After listening to the teacher’s words, my heart kept beating. I thought it would be great if grandpa could not go to the parent-teacher conference. I was really daydreaming. How could this be possible?

On this day, my grandpa came back from the parent-teacher conference. I was scared to death and thought: "It's finished. It's finished. Grandpa will definitely use the ultimate weapon to kill me. What should I do? And I wish you all the best." The teacher will definitely tell Grandpa that I have regressed." At this moment, a familiar face appeared in front of me. It was Grandpa. Unexpectedly, my grandfather stared at me fiercely for a long time and then said: "If you don't study, go home and farm.

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This simple sentence made me remember it in my heart because I know that middle school is very tiring and not easy. If I don’t study hard now, it will be even harder and more tiring when I grow up, so I must do it now. Study hard. The Taste of Failure Composition 3

"Ling Ling Ling", it was time for math class. When Teacher Pan walked to the door of the classroom with the test paper, my heart was pounding.

“Students, you didn’t do so well in this midterm exam... Studying is like “sailing against the current, if you don’t advance, you will retreat.” Only by using the oars to support the boat can the boat move forward. If..." Teacher Pan The test papers were distributed, and when Teacher Pan read: "Mo Kaiqian scored 100 points. "There was a burst of warm applause in the class. I was looking forward to getting 90 points. After all, since the beginning of school, I have never scored 90 points in my math test. I sat and waited anxiously. "These students are 90 points. For those who scored above, the following students scored between 80 and 89.5. "I was disappointed and thought: Is 90 very far away from me? Alas, 89 is not bad. "Luo Minyan? No... I got my test paper with disappointment. 3 points will be deducted for filling in the blanks, and 3 points will be deducted for choosing..., my eyes were blurred, tears flowed down unconsciously, and I seemed to be desperate. The entire test paper was deducted 14 points, and I thought: What happened this time, how can I tell my parents when I get home?

"Ling Ling Ling" school was over. I walked out of the classroom carrying my schoolbag and feeling disappointed. Seeing my classmates talking about their good grades, I stood aside and held back tears.

After I got home, I told my father and mother the results. My parents said to me sincerely: "You can't stand still when you study, and you can't be proud at all.

Alas! The taste of failure is really bitter! Teacher Pan is right, "Sail against the current "If you don't advance, you will retreat." If you don't make progress, you will retreat. From now on, I must work harder, work harder, and work harder, and I can no longer stand still. The Taste of Failure Composition 4

Sweet and salty , spicy, bitter, I believe everyone has tasted it, even the taste of failure, but every time I taste these tastes, they will disappear quickly in my mouth, but this exercise will give me the taste of failure But it couldn't dissipate in my mouth for a long time.

Why is this? Because in this sports meeting, our whole school was divided into five groups, red, yellow, blue, green and black, and finally won. The winning team can have a winning flag, and each of our teams worked very hard to get that flag. At noon, when Principal Lou announced that the winning team this time was the black team, it seemed like a huge dark cloud floated to the other four teams. On the heads of each team, all the sunlight shone on the face of the black team. I saw the students of the black team throwing their headbands into the sky one by one. At that time, I hoped that it was our blue team who threw the headbands into the sky. Ah! Later, I comforted myself with the reason that this was just a friendly match, and the emphasis was on the process of participation rather than the results. But just when the taste of failure was about to dissipate from my mouth, Yang Ming and Shao Jijing brought the taste back. In my mouth.

After returning to class, I sat down in my seat, and Yang Ming walked past me and said as he walked: "Haha, our team won! "Then Shao Jijing ran over and lay on my table and asked me: "Which team are you on? "For the blue team." "I replied. Oh. I'm from the city's black team. She smiled as she said that. The blue ribbon was still on my head at that time, but she pretended not to see it and came to ask me. This made the smell of failure come back. It returned to my mouth, and it became stronger and stronger.

This is why the taste of failure could not dissipate in my mouth for a long time, but it also made me understand what to do next time I compete with others. I have won, but I will never laugh in front of a loser, or even ask questions knowingly, because I know that this will make the loser feel even more uncomfortable. Essay on the Taste of Failure 5

"Ling Ling Ling". , it was math class, and when Teacher Pan walked to the door of the classroom with the test paper, my heart was pounding.

"Students, you didn't do so well in this midterm exam... Studying is like "sailing against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat." Only by using the oars to support the boat can the boat move forward. If..." Teacher Pan handed out the test paper, When Teacher Pan read: "Mo Kaiqian scored 100 points.", there was a burst of warm applause in the class. I looked forward to getting 90 points. After all, since the beginning of school, I have never scored 90 points in my math test. Sitting there waiting anxiously. "These students have scores above 90, and the students below have scores from 80 to 89.5." I was disappointed and thought to myself: Is 90 so far away from me? Alas, 89 is not bad. "Luo Minyan, 86." Huh? No... I got my test paper with disappointment. 3 points will be deducted for filling in the blanks, and 3 points will be deducted for choosing..., my eyes were blurred, tears flowed down unconsciously, and I seemed to be desperate. The entire test paper was deducted 14 points, and I thought: What happened this time, how can I tell my parents when I get home? "Ling Ling Ling" school was over. I walked out of the classroom carrying my schoolbag and feeling disappointed. Seeing my classmates talking about their good grades, I stood aside and held back tears. After I got home, I told my father and mother the results. My parents said to me sincerely: "You can't stand still in your studies, and you can't be proud at all..." Alas! The taste of failure is really bitter! Teacher Pan is right, "Sail against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat." If you don't make progress, you will retreat. From now on, I must work harder, work harder, and never stand still. The Taste of Failure Essay 6

Since I was a child, I have tasted the sweet, sour, spicy and salty taste many times, including the taste of failure N times. But every time I fail, it makes me understand something. Now let me tell you about my most memorable failure!

When I was in fifth grade, my English scores were relatively good and I was also the English class representative in my class. I remember one mid-term exam, I ranked first in the class, and I felt a little proud. The pride and impetuosity in my heart are like a white fog surrounding me, and I can't get rid of it no matter what.

Also, the teacher praised me on the podium, and I was so happy that I almost went crazy. But this also made my vanity grow a lot. Every time I was in front of my classmates, I always walked past them arrogantly. Even in class, I couldn't calm down and listen carefully.

Soon the exciting English test came. Others were nervously preparing to review before the test, but I didn’t take it seriously and didn’t even flip through the book. I thought that this test You can definitely do better on the exam. With this inexplicable confidence, the English test was finally over.

In the next few days, I always felt that my classmates were talking about me behind my back. I didn't ask them what was wrong with me, because I thought I would lose my identity by doing this. The class bell rang, and the English teacher stepped into the classroom with steady steps, holding the report card in his hand. Suddenly I felt that my burden was so heavy. If I didn't do well in the exam, my classmates would laugh at me, and I felt an indescribable discomfort in my heart. As expected, I only scored 77 points this time. At that time, I felt like I had fallen off a cliff, and I hid in a corner and cried secretly. Later, I went home and stayed in my room to reflect on it. It turns out that it was because of my excessive pride last time that my grades dropped. How I want to do it all over again...

Through this incident, I understand a certain truth - humility makes people better. Progress, pride makes people fall behind and taste failure. The Taste of Failure Composition 7

The sky was gray and it was raining. The cicadas' cries that never stopped turned into the sound of raindrops, spreading into sadness all over the sky. The mother cat stood by the door looking for her unknown child, and her pitiful cry aroused everyone's sadness. And I, standing on the playground, holding the paper with only 89 points, watching the classmates leaving laughing and joking, felt an unbearable sadness in my heart, sliding down my cheeks along with the rain and tears.

When I got home, I took the towel from my mother and wiped the tears from my face, but I was left with deep self-blame.

My mother smiled and asked, "How did you do in the exam?" I looked at my mother's sweet smile and felt that those words were like a knife, piercing my heart deeply. "This... doesn't need to be your concern!" My voice was mixed with a bit of embarrassment and sadness, but my plea was buried deep. Mom no longer asked, I was like a wounded beast, pulling my schoolbag and running to my room, but licking my extremely painful wound. Looking at the wrong questions on the test paper, I blamed myself: Why didn't I get more points? Why do I get such a simple question wrong? The more I thought about it, the sadder I became, and I couldn't help crying. At this time, a pair of warm hands were placed on my shoulders. I couldn't help but look back, oh, it's mom! I was stunned for a moment, and then I immediately covered the score on the test paper with my hand. My mother couldn't see the score. My mother was a little disappointed: "Is this your attitude when facing failure?" I was stunned for a moment and thought to myself: How can my mother understand how a person with good grades feels when he gets bad marks in front of his relatives? I said: "You can't understand it!" After hearing this, my mother said meaningfully: "Do you only care about scores and other people's opinions? In this case, you are just using gorgeous scores to cover up your weaknesses! "After hearing this, I understood what my mother meant. I let go of my hand and exposed those 89 points, letting my mother understand my weaknesses, so that she can understand me better and help me better!

Failure doesn’t just mean bad things, it also means learning more about yourself. I still can't forget the taste of failure! The Taste of Failure Essay 8

I am a brave and strong cheetah. What cheetahs are best at is running. On the grassland, you can see us galloping at any time.

No one in our race can beat me in running. In the annual "Cheetah Racing Competition", I won the championship for three consecutive years. How did I get such good results? This is inseparable from my diligence and self-confidence: before the competition starts, I will practice diligently, practice hard, and forget about food and sleep. When the first sunlight first shines on the earth, practice until the sun disappears. When the day of the competition came, I was convinced that I could win, that I could leave everything behind. Therefore, I am victorious. When the audience cheered for me, I was extremely excited and proud. I seemed to have become the real "King of the Prairie".

Now, I have become a big star of our race. Every morning, many people come to me to sign autographs. Of course, many reporters will come to interview them: "You are getting older and your physique is getting worse now. Do you think you can still win?" "Of course, I can beat them without even practicing!" I replied arrogantly. arrive. I thought to myself: I have won so many times and I will still win anyway, so what’s the point of practicing?

Slowly, that diligence turned into laziness, and that self-confidence turned into arrogance.

Another competition began, and I entered the field amidst the cheers of the audience. I didn’t bother to look at my opponents. Their heads were too small, some legs were too short, and some had tails. Ugly, I stood at the starting line with a proud attitude.

The game started, and I was far ahead at the beginning. But after running for a while, my speed gradually slowed down. I began to pant, feel chest tight, and run out of energy. I ran slower and slower, and finally fell to the ground from exhaustion.

When I woke up, the game was over and I was completely defeated. After that, I suffered racial discrimination and ridicule, and I had to live in another country. The sky is no longer blue and the grass is no longer green.

I was walking alone in the wilderness, and even the birds ignored me. A drop of salty, bitter tears flowed into my mouth at some point. The salty, bitter taste, I knew it was the taste of failure. The Taste of Failure Essay 9

In the afternoon, there is a relay race. The school is going to hold a quality class competition. Of course, our class is honored to be selected. Although we are very happy, we have no time to practice and can't run.

On the playground, all the students from the second grade of junior high school have arrived. Of course, I am also indispensable for the students in the class. After all, in the eyes of the teacher, I am still a good student. If I didn’t sign up, I would run and hide. , it would be strange if the teacher didn’t teach me a lesson. I won’t talk about these irrelevant things now, it’s time to introduce the situation of the game to you.

In the first round, the girls started first, and I was one of them, but none of the girls stood in the first place. They all ran behind. I couldn’t stand it anymore, so I just stood in the first place. position, how they perform next is their business and has nothing to do with me. The main task now is to run the game well.

Before it even started, my heart was beating wildly. The reason was simple: there were too many people, and she was a girl. It would be weird if she wasn’t nervous. With a whistle, I and other classmates rushed forward like arrows. Although my speed was not at the top, it was still a piece of cake to surpass them. Come on, come on, listening to the classmates cheering for themselves, I thought of what my brother said, sister, if you win, please pay attention to his words for this week's meal, I will be able to move forward.

But the final result is hard to predict. The girls are okay, but the boys are really embarrassed. The two penultimate ones are so cowardly that it makes people think look down.

Third, do you believe it? The school’s star class actually got third place. It’s hard to believe even if you tell me. It’s an uncomfortable feeling. The Taste of Failure Essay 10

Failure is the mother of success. Until now, I know that the taste of failure is so intriguing, so bitter, so... As early as the fourth grade, I "tasted" this The taste is still lingering in my mind, lingering and lingering.

I am a fan of table tennis. Sometimes I almost do some incredible things because of table tennis. Therefore, when I was in the fourth grade, I signed up for the city table tennis championship. At that time, I made up my mind to win the men's singles championship. During the competition, I relaxed, played slowly, and focused on every point. In this way, I passed all the tests and won the championship. I entered the semi-finals and my opponent was last year’s champion Wu Zeyu.

At the beginning of the game, I played steadily and persisted until the final game. I had a small climax at the beginning and took the lead temporarily with a small score of 6:1, but by this time I was already tired. I was exhausted, so I gritted my teeth and persisted. I held my hands on my waist, but I couldn’t straighten my waist, and my legs were so weak that I could only fight in a half-squat. I gritted my teeth and held on for the next few minutes, until it ended at 11:9. My body couldn't bear it anymore and I suddenly lay down on the ground. At this moment, my heart collapsed.

The next competition was for the third or fourth place. I didn’t have the strength to continue playing. I lost the game with a score of 3:0, and also lost this game...ah! The taste of failure is so bitter...

After that, I participated in countless competitions, large and small, and won many rankings. My football skills also improved from mediocre to superb. Become the top player. After tasting the joy of countless victories, the taste of that failure always remains in my memory for a long time, so intriguing... The Taste of Failure Essay 11

If you shed tears because of losing the sun, then You will also lose the stars. Rabindranath Tagore

I hung up the receiver, and my mother’s words echoed in my ears. To me, those words were still so harsh, like throwing a stone into a deep well, which made my heart unable to stop for a long time. Calm

In the early morning, tension filled the room. The results of the Chinese final exam will be announced soon. The phone rang, and I ran over quickly. It was my mother's voice: "The Chinese teacher just informed me that the final grade was 90.5, which is excellent." Then, the phone hung up. There was a "beep, beep" sound from the other end of the phone, leaving me no room to think.

I sat on the chair, biting my lip gently, my mind still seemed blank. After a few minutes, he finally came to his senses: "Although my Chinese scores are excellent, this test score is not what I should have! The agreed target is 95, why is there a gap of 4 to 5 points?"

At this time, my mood seemed to be covered with a thick smell. This taste has an indescribable bitterness and a strong sourness, as if it is condemning myself for not trying my best and not being among the top three in the class.

I looked out the window with tears in my eyes. The originally clear tall buildings seemed to be covered with a veil, making them seem less real. A pot of orchids on the window sill swayed left and right in the biting north wind, struggled, and then stood proudly. Lan, Lan, no matter how bad and unsatisfactory the environment in front of you is, and seems to push you into a desperate situation, you are not discouraged at all, and you still face it with your head held high. I couldn't help but raise the corners of my mouth slightly. The unsatisfactory things on the road of life are just the past, the path you have walked. The road is very long and there is no end in sight. Only by keeping moving forward can we see the future and the blazing sun the next day. When the morning sun shines on the earth, there is a vibrant scene. These scenes will replace the dead old vines and give you a completely new look.

Perhaps, this is the taste of failure. Don’t be depressed because of the failure in front of you; perhaps, tomorrow will be better. The Taste of Failure Essay 12

In a person’s life, it cannot be smooth. Yes, there is always a little setback, and there are always ups and downs. Therefore, everyone has failed, but their understanding of failure is different.

I remember it was a hot noon, and my father bought me a pair of skates. This is what I got by longing for the stars and the moon. How can I be unhappy? As soon as I saw the skates, I immediately jumped like a little rabbit out of the cage, jumping three feet high. Needless to say, the smile on my face must have been like a flower. I forced my mother to let me learn to skate.

We came to an empty square. I immediately put on my skates and stood up accompanied by my mother. I held my mother with both hands, for fear of falling and making my feet form a figure eight. However, as soon as I moved my feet, the wheels underneath refused to obey my orders and pulled me forward. I suddenly lost my direction and my body was swaying faster than the red flag swaying in the wind. "Plop", I fell on all fours. Oh, it’s true, you are such a wheel, I have to cure you today. Although I said this, I was a little scared in my heart.

I stood up again. I just fell once, which made me even more scared. I moved my feet carefully. Oh, luckily, I didn't fall. Next, I started to slide. I slid the wheel below gently, for fear that it would be too fast and the wheel would not obey my orders. Alas, something happened that I didn't want to happen. "Push" This time I fell even harder. I felt like I was balling up in frustration, and my originally bulging body suddenly deflated. No matter what my mother says, I won’t learn anymore.

Although I failed to learn skating this time, I tasted the sweetness from the failure, because this failure will bring progress to the next time. "Failure is the mother of failure." ? The Taste of Failure Essay 13

I remember that I was in the second grade at that time. Although my grades were not outstanding, they were not particularly bad either. That time alone made me realize that failure is so easy and the taste of failure is so uncomfortable. .

I was still a child at that time and had no idea about learning. I just watched TV alone and was in a daze. My homework was just to deal with the teacher. As long as I didn’t do particularly poorly in the exam, everything was easy. So one time, the night before a math test, I watched TV and played as usual, thinking it didn't matter much. The next morning I went to the classroom to review for a while and then started the exam. I finished the test paper quickly. Everything seemed to be the same, but there seemed to be some differences. Because I slept too late last night, my upper and lower eyelids were constantly fighting. I didn't bother with the test papers anymore, so I lay down on the table and took a nap. Time flew by minute by minute, and with the teacher's order, the white test papers were put away. I thought to myself: I am finally liberated. But in the afternoon, the teacher came into the classroom with a stack of test papers: "Yang Wentian, why didn't you write the reverse side of this math test paper?" "?" I looked stunned. If there are any negatives, they are all problems with a large score value, at least 36 points! I understand all of this. What should I do? I roared in my heart, but when the teacher handed out the test paper, I knew very well that the teacher had given me enough face and did not mark my test paper, but if he had marked it, it would definitely be a failure. . As I thought about it, tears slowly swelled in my eyes, but in the end, it still stubbornly didn't run out.

But I still know that this time I failed, and failed completely. When I got home, my mother didn't criticize me, but I still felt extremely uncomfortable. At this moment, I truly felt the pain and helplessness that is the unique taste of failure.

Although it is said that "sunshine always comes after the storm", for me, the taste of failure is still beyond my tolerance and makes me uncomfortable. So, from that moment on, I told myself that since I couldn’t bear it, I might as well not fail. The Taste of Failure Composition 14

Tears and hate intertwined, pain and despair coexist. Is this the taste of failure? ——Inscription

Life is like a painting, no matter how skillful the brushwork is, It is impossible to be perfect; life is like poetry, no matter how meaningful the words are, it cannot conceal the decadent mood; life is like a song, no matter how beautiful and charming it is, there is no guarantee that every note will be sonorous and mellow. Life in this world is like a boat sailing on the sea. How can it not survive the wind and waves? There will always be failures in life.

The sky outside the window was gray, as if a storm was about to come. The windows were not closed tightly, and the roar of the wind came from the windows, which made me tremble and upset. Looking at the leaves falling in front of the window, they were swirling in the wind, and it was extremely painful to leave the world to which they were attached. My palms kept sweating, soaking the transcript bit by bit... I failed.

Sitting alone in front of the window, my heart can never calm down. Why did I fail? Am I not careful enough, am I not hardworking enough? Am I proud? A flash of lightning flashed across the black night sky. I realized the reason for my failure: "Too proud, too arrogant." Tears came out of my eyes. I regretted it. I hated myself. I thought I was too naive. No one would have everything smooth sailing, but I fantasized that I would always succeed. . Pain, despair, and self-blame all hit my heart. The rain kept falling, and the tears kept flowing... The twelve o'clock clock rang, and I fell asleep...

Morning self-study It's Chinese. I saw "A bosom friend in the sea is like a neighbor even as far as the end of the world", and I couldn't help but think of Wang Bo. His life was bumpy and wandering, but didn't he also write a masterpiece that will last forever? I turned to Li Bai's "The Road Is Difficult" , "There will be times when the wind breaks through the waves, and the clouds and sails will sail across the sea", which inspired me. The young Li Bai relied on his talent and was arrogant and domineering, but he still did not change his past pride after being frustrated in officialdom. In an instant, I realized that I must be self-reliant, self-respecting, and self-reliant. Because I can achieve great results again, I cannot give up and I must persevere. The first ray of the sun shines in the fish-white eastern sky, which is warm, comfortable, and pleasant...

The taste of failure is not only pain, despair, self-blame, and helplessness, but also Most of it is motivation and comfort for oneself. It is like a cup of coffee, which people will remember for life! The Taste of Failure Essay 15

Speaking of failure, everyone will definitely think of the unwillingness and loss after failure, but I But he recalled the joy of that failure.

My father loves to smoke and drink. Others regard money as their life, but he regards tobacco and alcohol as his life. Now, he was so drunk that his face was red and he was delirious. He still had a cigarette in his mouth, which made the room "foggy" and made me cough. This habit of his makes me very annoyed with him.

"Dad, why are you always like this? Can't you stop drinking and smoking?" That day, I finally couldn't bear it anymore.

My dad was startled after hearing what I said, and said seriously: "Why don't you compete with me? If I drink or smoke first, I will lose. Once you play on the computer, I will lose." Even if you lose, how about it?"

"Okay." I knew how much my father loved tobacco and alcohol, so I agreed without hesitation.

As the days passed, the game was still going on. Unexpectedly, my father did not smoke or drink at all during this period, and maintained an indifferent look, even though he had been so obsessed with it.

Three full weeks passed, and even my mother noticed something was wrong, and found it very strange that my father did not smoke or drink. I even doubted whether my father really liked tobacco and alcohol.

After a few days, I finally couldn't hold back my desire, quietly climbed upstairs, turned on the computer and played some fun.

Just as I was immersed in the game, I suddenly found my father looking at me. Looking at my father, I put down the computer and said unwillingly: "I lost!"

Afterwards, I asked my father how he did it, and my father replied: "It depends on you. Whether you can suppress the desire in your heart, when you are really willing to quit this habit, you will naturally succeed."

I have to admire my father for this.

Although I lost the game, I tasted the joy of failure.