The taste of success
Xiantao No.1 Middle School Eighth Grade Liu Wenqi
Different things in life can always bring different flavors, these tastes are complex and diverse, sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, salty, mixed, like a seasoning box, and the taste of success is also the same.
It was another year of sports, and I stood next to the runway, holding my mouth with my hands and shouting "Come on." Looking at the red and very vicious faces of the students on the field, I seemed to see myself a year ago...
It was also a sports meeting, and I always had endless energy and enough confidence to think that I could run through all the people. When I went to register, I found that only the women's 800 meters project was left. I didn't think so and signed up.
It wasn't until the day of the Games that I found out I was wrong, and the women's 800-meter schedule was scheduled to the end. In the time before the race, I saw that my classmates had only run two hundred meters and were already out of breath, even if the students with better physical fitness had already distorted their red faces after running four hundred meters. I couldn't help but feel a little hairy in my heart.
Time flies so fast that it's my turn to play in a flash. The starting gun sounded, I began to run very slowly, watching my opponent far ahead of me, I was very unwilling, constantly speeding up the frequency of my legs swinging, I felt like a cheetah seeing its prey and running away. Slowly, I ran to the front, but I soon found that I had no strength. I was still running, like a drowning man struggling on the brink of life and death. But there is still more than one lap from the end! I was almost desperate.
At this time, the cheers of the classmates came into my ears, and I seemed to hear the classmates cheering for my current temporary first position, as if I had already stood on the podium of the first place.
I wanted to continue to accelerate, but my legs did not listen, my pace became slower and slower, and I felt that my legs were like rusty machines, running slowly, so slow that the opponent who had been thrown to the tail also caught up. My heart tightened, I felt bitter, and immediately accelerated, but my feet seemed to be no longer my own, and I almost fell down a few times, and my breathing became heavier and heavier, like a million tons of boulders pressing on my heart. At the moment of rushing to the finish line, I fell to the ground with inertia, and my classmates immediately helped me to walk around and relax, and told me that my grades were good. Salty tears came out of joy and pain.
I did it! But the taste of this success was not as good as I expected, although there was sweetness, but there was also bitterness, bitterness, and the saltiness of tears.
Perhaps, this is the taste of success! It is not as beautiful as people think, but isn't such a sour, sweet and bitter feeling the rich taste of life?
(811 words)
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