Mamas Welt
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05.06.2019 03:38
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Ask, is it wrong to be wrong? Or an old saying, can you change your mind and get lost? I will tell you my story first. It is a thin, mid-November day. I missed the class in the afternoon and arrived at the deadline for the manuscript. I volunteered to report my name and promised to go to the afternoon. Before the manuscript was handed over, the baubles that I saw in the school in those few months were so beautiful that they could not be overwhelmed. I used to work in the library when I was in geometry, but I only took a few times and counted it. When my heart was hot, I planned to put these blushing and purple bauhins into my editing software, WPSOffice, in text form, but maybe it was too charming and glaring to make me remember, I I wrote a few bauhinia flowers next to a sitting mahogany building and a white building. However, when I went to the library on duty soon Marlboro Red, a ridiculous phenomenon appeared. I saw a window by the stairs. A row of Bauhinia blossoms, how dazzling in the brilliant golden light, and in the innermost window, I noticed to the mahogany building, white building, but there is no Bauhinia! I am boring, and for a long time I can��t relieve myself, I tighten my brows, thinking hard, but I don��t know what to do. I am going to the office to tell the truth to the teacher, begging the teacher to let me re-edit? However, since it has already been handed over, is it possible to change it? This is a submission. I changed it. Is it unfair to other people? I looked at the teacher's office and walked back Newport Cigarettes. I fled. Actually, the text describing the mistake was only a hundred words. The main part of the article was placed on the side of the teaching building. One day, I accidentally received the teacher's message on the mobile phone. The teacher praised my article and I was flattered. The teacher said that she would show my article to another teacher. The teacher also praised me. I couldn't help myself. One day, my classmate and my teacher went to the teacher's office to find the name of the teacher. The teacher looked at me, piled up and laughed, and whispered the article about me. She opened the word document containing my article and put the text flat. In front of my classmates, I was ashamed. I was embarrassed to nod my head. The teacher also said that I would send the documents to the two classmates who came with me. My face was violent and I went to the behead. The teacher smiled and said that my article will be accepted and posted on the plate. I was amazed and happy. I thought that if the article was not hired, then the glimpse of the bauhinia that I saw in the library, let I illusion that its position, do not change the right to practice the pen, and now, I was told that the article will be accepted, my heart is filled with sorrows and sorrows, I am still a coward, I am afraid to openly ask the teacher excessively Marlboro Lights, the teacher will think I am rude, I will hate me, I will run away again. In my heart, I admit that I have made mistakes. If a classmate asks me, I also humbly admit it. Because I was wrong, the teacher also read my article, but she didn��t realize that I was wrong. Why should I succumb to it? Huai, people will make mistakes. If I go to other schools now, I will go to the east and go shopping. I will spend the time watching the flowers. I also write down the imprints there with memories. Sometimes the memories will be blurred. The night before leaving school, my sister and sister SMS informed me to go to her dormitory to take the notice of admission. The sister and sister gave me the two thin address books that posted my article. I finally opened my article again. Now it seems that the beginning of the article was written hard Carton Of Cigarettes, the middle description was slightly rushed, Zhou was unknown, the article ended with a pen, I was ups and downs, excited to say goodbye to the sister, holding the documents and striding back to the dormitory may be accepted for affirmation Overshadowed all the emotions. At that time, I only felt that I was happy, and I felt a little smug. Now I am on vacation, the calm of life Parliament Cigarettes, and I can see a lot of things that are deposited in my heart. When I arrived at the humble self, the one who dared not speak can only be silent. I want to find someone to talk about things. I want to solve the knot in my heart. I want to admit the mistake. I am wrong, no matter how big or small the mistake is. Even if it is just a hundred words in a thousand-word article, that is the so-called "beautiful mistake" that I have committed. |
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