How to Think about Failure

The Value of Failure Nowadays, everyone is pursuing so-called success, which is regarded by the others or just by himself. On the way to success, some make it, and inevitably some fail. In the modern world most people think much of the importance of being successful, but they ignore another important point——the value of failure, which also plays an crucial role in pursuit of succeeding. As Prof. Zinsser said in his essay College Pressures, "defeat is as instructive as victory and is not the end of the world", similarly speaking, failure is as instructive as success and is the mother of success. So we must appreciate failure just as we do to success, for nobody can succeed in every field. Therefore, we should recognize the value of failure. Firstly, failure can tick your disadvantages off. In many cases, failure comes just because of disadvantages of some little details. The ones who succeed usually have much less disadvantages in the aspects relevant to success than those who fail. Failures who succeed in getting over their disadvantages will acquire achievement more smoothly; in other words, with less disadvantages they will succeed more easily than before. Knowing the disadvantages makes the road to success flat. Secondly, failure can improve you. In virtue of failure, you will recognize that you can still make an improvement in certain aspect. It also will help you make it. For instance as is known to all, the famous inventor Thomas Alva Edison tried hundreds of times to find the most suitable material as filament. That meant Edison failed hundreds of times, too. Hence, he kept experimenting on the materials, and finally he found the most suitable one as filament, which meant he succeeded in finding the material as filament. Finally, failure can make you value success. As an inevitable process to most people when they are chasing success, failure could make them cherish and treasure the result after they hold the possession of success, for it is often that people do not value their achievements that are gained without too much difficulty. Thus, failure can play a role that makes the achievements more valuable and vital. In conclusion, failure can strengthen you and straighten up your insufficiency. Moreover, failure also makes the achievements that you gain more venerable to yourself. Failure is not uncommon; on the contrary, failure is normal. In addition, failure is not the end of life. Therefore, everyone should treat failure in a common sense. To sum up, failure can teach you more than success can in many different aspects; the value of failure should also be appreciated.

I Love Music

I think everyone likes some type of music.It is a bridge,transmitting friendship between you and me;it is like a flower,sending frangrance to every corner of the world;it is like rain,watering every withered plant.We can't question its effet,it's really something.Sometimes “it can really makes me cry”.And sometimes “the songs will make you obliterate all the sorrows from your mind.”Without music,the world couldn't be so lively.　Music came into my life when I was very young.At that time,of course ,what I listened to were only children’s songs.But those songs made me happy.As I grew up,I was accompanied by the songs my monther and teachers taught me.Now I enjoy many kinds of music.Like many others teenagers,I like pop music.They are exciting and full of vitality.Many of them are love songs.I think we can listen to these songs,and they can also bring us happiness as long as we don’t take them too seriously.Liu Dehua is my favorite singer.He is handsome and energeic.And I enjoy his low and pure voice,which is full of emotion.　As for instruments,I like the flute most.I have bought some tapes of music played by flutes.The sounds of flutes is sweet and agreeable.I’m learning to play the flute,though I know it’s difficult and perseverance is needed.　Music can change one’s mood.When I am nervous,I listen to music.Soft music can calm me down.When I am alone,I listen to music,and it makes me not feel lonely.Some songs can give you confidence and courage.”Try again from the begaining “is one of those.There is also a line telling us to strive for success:’No matter joy or failure,the flower of success blooms in tears.”Music can also make you feel relaxed.How boring the world would be if there were no songs!　Music makes our life more colorful

My Father

An aged man is sitting at his desk, a cup of tea in front of him, the lamp reflected on his thick glasses, the light shinning on his thin-haired head: he is writing with all his heart. Sometimes he stops, thinks for a while and then goes on. As time goes by, as the clock ticks, the sound of his pen running rapidly on the paper becomes clearer and clearer, in the entirely silent midnight.　　The man is my father, a star maths teacher. When I was little, I felt asleep with this comforting sound, feeling secure at the thoughts that my father was by my side. For hundreds of times I told myself to stay up to find out when the sound would end, but I've never succeeded. "Shing-shing", Father was writing; "Tick-tick", the clock was going, while my eyelids were closing. The next morning, a warm hand would pat me and a tender voice would turn up by my ears. "Wake up!" Then I would wake up, wondering how I fell asleep, and when the sound ended last night. That remained a mystery to me through my childhood.　　"Tick-tick" the clock is going; "Shing-shing" the pen is running. Time goes by and never turns back again. I am growing up. The students surrounding my father turn from my elder brothers and sisters, to my schoolmates of my age, now to my younger brothers and sisters. Father teaches year by year, keeps devoting all he has to his students, to his career, to his beloved maths. Hair thinned, glasses thickened, body bent, face wrinkled, father is just like a candle that is to burn out. Does he feel sorry? No! Never did and never will! It seems that he has an endless ardor to maths, and he never regrets having chosen to be a teacher, the most honorable career in the world.　　"Tick-tick" the clock is going; "Shing-shing" the pen is running. Time flows by and never gives a remark. During my hard days, when I felt tired and wanted to laze, when I stopped working and turned off my lamp, at that moment, the light of my father's lamp went silently through the windows, shinning on my desk, shinning up my mind; the sound "Shing-shing" came into my ears, reminding me of my duty. Then I would be ashamed of my blameful thoughts and deeds, and pick up my pen, turn on the lamp again.　　"Tick-tick" the clock is going; "Shing-shing" the pen is running. Time flies by and never ends. Now I am a college student, making grade at university, writing this article at dormitory, far away from my father in distance. But father will never be far away from me. Wherever I go, whatever I do, there is only one thing I am sure about: my father will keep his eyes on me, his beloved daughter, the little baby in his arms, the sleepy child in the bed beside him, the grown girl working at her own desk with him.　　They say time can do anything, can change anything. I don't believe it. Time has carve my father's figure in my heart, but time can never erase it. When all my memories, sweet or bitter, happy or sad, when all of them fade away, the image of my father will remain, the sound will remain, the love, will do remain.　　God has been so good, blessing me with my father, the best man of the world in my eyes. I love you, Father.

Some Words to My Mom

Mom, do you remember on Feb 19th ,1988? After enduring several hours’ suffering you bought me to this world. It’s said that a woman is half dead in the course of childbirth. But for you, must be far more than that because you are disabled with a poor health. Thank goodness, we both survived. Mom, since the moment you called me daught, you have been taking the responsibility of a mother. And all in your life till now, you have been loving me heart and soul, keeping me safe from harm though you are not strong enough yourself. People all said you spoiled me too much (. And every time when they spoke ironically:“ Only you have a daught, don’t you?” Your reply was always like this:“ Yes, I do.” Proudly as you replied. Mom, in my memory both dad and you seldom beat me up because you don’t think that it is a good way to educate. However, there is one I never forget. It was a summer afternoon. When you came home as usual and found me playing with some kids near the well. You yelled at me and forced me back home. I didn’t think I would get a thrash but I was wrong that time. You whipped me hard with your knitting needles in spite of my begging cry. But after that, you cried with me and told me that how you cared for me because you were afraid that I would drown in the well. So from then on I dare not to play near the well and the like any more. Not because I am afraid of being thrashed but because I am afraid of your tears. Mom, I mention this doesn’t mean I have a grudge against you. Oppositely, I am thankful because you let me know how great a mother’s love is. Thank you, mom. There are still so many things I want to tell you mom, but I’d like talk with you when I am back home. Mom, I really want to see you now even thought I am far from you. Here I wish you a good health and happiness of your life.

A Special Day for Me

The Most Important Day in My Life “Do you have any unforgettable experiences?” This is a question I often ask my group member to answer when we practice teaching. Today, I will not ask myself of this question instead. And my answer to this question is absolutely “yes”. Now I would like to share it with you. It was on a rainy day, like today, three years ago. My parents and I get on the coach which was from Wanzhou to Yongchuan. It was the first time that I left home for a faraway place. It was also the first for me to have such a trip. We reached our destination-Westen Chongqing University in the afternoon. My parents arranged everything well for me, from soap to shampoo, or something like that. The next morning my parents brought delicious food for me and wake me up from my bed. “It is time to get up. You know, a few days later, you would be in the classroom at this time. Wake up! Wake up!” After breakfast, they hurried to go back home. On the way to the station, I realized that parents would leave me for home. I would be alone in school. Thinking about all these in my mind, tears gushed in my eyes. I would be alone in school. That is to say, I would be independent from my parents from now on, I would do everything by myself, and I would deal with all the things in life myself. I was helpless and at a loss at that time, like a bird with not yet full-fledged wings which cannot fly high in the sky. As time went by, I started to get used to the new way of life. But I was frequently homesick and often cry silently in my bed in the night. However, three years later, now, when I recall all these in my mind and I found that I started to become a brave and independent girl. And it is to my parents that I owe what I am today. This is the most important day in my life.How about

Recently I always think about my college years in China,I am missing China now
I am proud of being a college student. I like my college life as it is so wonderful time in my youth.I set a goal and felt confident to be a college student. After hard study, I passed the entrance examination of national college by excellent achievement. All people were proud of me, as I was the first college student in my village. I was farewell warmly by them when I came to school. I was warmly welcome by school, too. After then, I’ve felt my study is not only for myself but also for the honor of my parents and our school. The college life is wonderful. All life in school are fresh. New teachers, new classmates and fresh friends are around me. I’ve felt their friendship, wide knowledge and opening mind. The grand library, school buildings and wide playground are very attracting to me. I am very eager to learn much knowledge quickly. In high school, I was ever called as a runner before time. Now,I know I am behind time so much in fact. I hope to catch up with the time by my hard studying. Every day, you can see me get up early, doing exercise hard and go to school the first one. At night, I am the one who leaves away the library. I met much difficulties at math, physics and other courses, even though I used to be good at these sciences. Therefore, I learn these courses myself after class. After three months, the exmination indicated that I overcame all the difficlties. I also improved my listening and spoken ability of Chinese quickly. Communication is very important to my college life. I study English hard as well. It makes me have many chances to communicate with foreigners. I made friends with many foreign teachers and students. From them, I learn many knowledge about foreign cultures. The computer room is another place I like to staying. I contact the outside world by the internet. All the News, advance science, and the information about internal and outside of China.

A good Momery in China

Have you ever been at sea in a dense fog when it seemed as if a tangible white darkness shut you in, and the great ship, tense and anxious, groped her way toward the shore? I was like that ship before my education began, only I had no way of knowing how near the harbor was. The most important day I remember in all my life is the one on which my teacher, Anne Mansfield Sullivan, came to me. I am filled with wonder when I consider the immeasurable contrast between the two lives which it connects. It was the third of March, 1887, three months before I was seven years old. On the afternoon of that exciting day, I guessed vaguely from my mother’s signs and from the hurrying to and fro in the house that something unusual was about to happen, so I went to the door and waited on the steps. I felt approaching footsteps. I thought it was my mother and stretched out my hand. Someone took it, and then I was caught up and held close in the arms of the person who had come to reveal all things to me, and, more important than that, to love me. The morning after my teacher came she led me into her room and gave me a doll. When I had played with it a little while, Miss Sullivan slowly spelled into my hand the word “d-o-l-l”. I was at once interested in this finger play and tried to imitate it. When I finally succeeded in making the letters correctly I was filled with childish pleasure and pride. Running downstairs to my mother I held up my hand and made the letters for doll. I did not know that I was spelling a word or even that words existed; I simply made my fingers go in monkey-like imitation. In the days that followed I learned to spell in this uncomprehending way many words, among them, “pin”, “hat”, “cup”, and a few verbs like “sit”, “stand” and “walk”, but my teacher had been with me several weeks before I understood that everything has a name. One day while I was playing with my new doll, Miss Sullivan gave me my old doll, too. She then spelled “d-o-l-l” and tried to make me understand that “d-o-l-l” applied to both. Earlier in the day, we had a struggle over the two words “m-u-g” is “mug” and “w-a-t-e-r” is “water” , but I persisted in mixing up the two. I became impatient and, seizing the new doll, I dashed it on the floor, breaking it into pieces. I was not sorry after my fit of temper. In the dark, still world, I had no strong sentiment for anything. My teacher brought me my hat, and I knew we were going out into the warm sunshine. We walked down the path to the well-house. Someone was drawing water, and my teacher placed my hand under the spout. As the cool stream gushed over one hand, she spelled into the other word water, first slowly, then rapidly. I stood still; my whole attention was fixed upon the movements of her finger. Suddenly I seemed to remember something I had forgotten — a thrill of returning thought – and the mystery of language was revealed to me. I knew then that the “w-a-t-e-r” meant that wonderful cool something that was flowing over my hand. That living word awakened my soul and set it free. I left the well-house eager to learn. Everything had a name and each name gave birth to a new thought. As we returned to the house, every object which I touched seemed to be full of life. That was because I saw everything with a strange, new sight that had come to me. On entering the door I remembered the doll I had broken. I felt my way to the fragments and tried in vain to put them together. Then my eyes were filled with tears, for I realized what I had done, and for the first time I felt sorry. I learned a lot of new words that day. It would have been difficult to find a happier child than me when I lay in my small bed that night and thought of the joys that day had brought to me, and for the first time I longed for a new day to come.