Successfully beyond the next step: Inspirational scroll

Author: Zhang Nan
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Publish Date: 2006-01-01
Features: God only holds half of me, the more I strive, the larger the half in my hands becomes. A person who never despairs in the face of misfortune is destined never to be crushed by life. From the perspective of a literary youth, this is a popular language teacher that holds enlightenment value for literary enthusiasts, a good place to imitate and absorb nutrients. I don’t know how to write, to be precise, I don’t know what kind of words to use to weave together the emotions of this year, to hang them like dazzling crystals without losing their essence, for you to share, for you to understand. As I wrote these scorching words of August, I suddenly noticed that many unfamiliar small flowers were blooming in patches outside the window—red, yellow, pink and white, a riot of colors, filling the scene with beautiful hues. Oh my, when did these flowers bloom? Such a fervent momentum suggests they couldn’t have been this way for only a few days. I don’t know if these flowers bloomed this beautifully throughout the year, but if they did, I should thank them. I can smell the air filled with sweet fragrances, and a beautiful phrase suddenly came to mind: flowers that never fade! Flowers that never fade. Flowers that never fade! I think I can finally calm down and tell you all the countless stories that happened this year. I want to say that no matter what happens in the future, every little detail, every drop of this year, I will never forget again.
A week before the start of senior year, there was a parent-teacher meeting. It was a very serious meeting, one where no one was absent or late. The teachers almost all the parents’ emotions at that meeting. The importance of senior year is beyond question—after all, it’s said that "success or failure hinges on senior year." No matter how brilliant or how failed the students had been in the past, the slim young homeroom teacher, leaning against the podium, delivered an inspiring two hours, urging us to believe that anything is possible. Miracles or disasters would all unfold dramatically this year. To help each student clearly understand their rankings in class, grade, district, and city, the school meticulously created a performance ranking table for grades 10 and 11. Now that I think back, I have to admit that the table was truly exquisitely designed. It included the total and scaled scores, rankings, and comparisons with the grade average for each subject, even carefully designed performance trend charts, and a detailed analysis of the overall rankings at the end. The paper was crammed with dense information, truly a labor of love.
Father returned from school with a grim face, the situation just as I had feared: ranked 190th in the grade. A terrifying position. "There’s still hope. The teacher said anything is possible," Father said he believed in me, but I didn’t know if I should believe in myself again. However, there was no turning back. We were like chess pawns that had crossed the river—we couldn’t go back. I could only gallop forward, strive to catch up, to live up to my parents, to live up to my teachers, and most importantly, to live up to myself. P3-4