Failure is beautiful
Hard work, failure is not also very beautiful?
The sky seemed somehow a little rainy, but it was always so bright and blue, but there was a kind of disturbing tension in the air. With a heavy, nervous heart, I walked quickly to the model aircraft training room with my own model amphibious boat in my hand. Walking and complaining, the game time is not adjusted to noon why, this quiet environment really made me palpitation.
The players of the game all arrived, the teacher solemnly blew a whistle, raised his white list to greet us to gather. The race is on! I had a vague sense that all the time, energy and enthusiasm I had put into it was about to pay off! Will I qualify for the city competition? Will I stand out from these strong competitors? All my efforts, like Napoleon's defeat at Waterloo? Looking back over a week of hard life, my heart is a little sour.
"Number three! A voice like a ringing bell, pulled me back to the reality more cruel than imagined. I trepidation to the edge of the pool, slowly squat, I carefully made amphibious boat model gently placed on the water. Layers of ripples on the surface of the water, if the veil fluttering as soft and flawless, and as harmonious and beautiful as the cloud roll Yun Shu, more like the wind as fascinating. I'm not superstitious, but I can't help closing my eyes: "God, help me!" Gently let go of the boat, the propeller blowing a small wind on the hand, feeling cool, but I ignore these, closely stared at it slowly away.
That's great! God help me! The boat went straight ahead, and I ran after it, screaming and jumping. The end is drawing near! Six metres, five metres, four metres... The judges nodded and smiled, and my opponents grimaced and stared at my boat, eager to dunk it. I'm over the moon! The unexpected thing happened. My amphibious boat went sideways to the right at a rapid speed, and came into a 180 degree turn with incredible speed, and crashed into the wall of the pool!
As my opponent gloated, I stepped aside in frustration to examine the cause of my failure, which I later learned had been caused only by the failure of a small part of the rear wheel. I was helpless. Had all my efforts for more than a week been in vain? Why is fate so unfair to me? ! I felt that the competitors around me, the referees all turned into the ubiquitous air of mocking me, lingering around me. Darkness filled my eyes, I feel that they fell down a deep, dark like a mountain pressure me, like the sea submerged me, words can not say, gas can not come out. As if no pain in the world could compare to the pain I am feeling right now. This pain is so sharp, so deep, so complex, so heavy!
At the same time, I realized that the failure was not caused by myself. Why do I always ascribe pain to fate? I learned a deep lesson from this failure. Since then, I do things more seriously, carefully, as far as possible to reduce human error. Or always tell yourself: failure is not terrible, terrible is after the failure of the inch chaos; Failure is not terrible, terrible is the failure after a fall; Failure is not terrible, terrible is failure without reflection. As long as we are calm, confident and calm in the face of failure, as long as I can continue to learn from the failure, as long as or failure after the struggle to move forward, hard work, failure is not beautiful?
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