Early morning, the bird of chirp made wake up the flower of sleep deeply, the water that stays after rainstorm distills down eave, on the ground one booth spreads out surface extensive removed layer upon layer dimple, as if scowl is full of.
清晨，唧唧的鸟叫唤醒了沉睡的花儿，暴雨后留下的水滴顺着屋檐滴下，地面上一摊摊水面泛起了层层涟漪，仿佛愁容满面。
Yesterday, the teacher announces to want game of a small-sized speech in the class, ardently raise one's hand joins fellow students. Meeting everybody strive to be the first during, the teacher's Yu Guang glances sideways to craven me in the corner.
昨日，老师在班里宣布要开一个小型演讲比赛，同学们都热烈地举手参加。正逢大家争先恐后之际，老师的余光瞟向了畏缩在角落里的我。
After finishing class, the teacher moves toward me directly: "You come, I believe you. I believe you..
下课后，老师径直走向我：“你来吧，我相信你。”
"Ah, can be me... " not allow I decline, he swagger off, leave me stare tongue-tied needs one person in place, I look at the way that leaves to him dully, nose resembled planting the acid like a Qing Xing.
“啊，可是我…”不容我推辞，他便扬长而去，留下我一人瞠目结舌待在原地，我呆滞地望向他离开的方向，鼻子像种了一颗青杏般酸。出处 wWW.zuOWeNBa.nEt
Wind, what laugh do you laugh at? Tree, what are you troubled by?
风，你笑什么笑？树，你闹什么闹？
Indissoluble with furious the eddy that makes I swarm into memory again: The speech match of 4 grade, as a result of belated draft, what be at a loss bad mike and I, led to the speech match that fails for the first time in life. Evermore, I am right this a series of matches close the door on, because, I am afraid of get again setback.
不解与气愤使我再次涌入回忆的漩涡：四年级的演讲比赛，由于迟来的稿子，糟糕的话筒以及不知所措的我，酿成了人生中第一次失败的演讲比赛。从此以后，我对这一系列比赛都拒之门外，因为，我怕又受到挫折。
Meeting winter, rainstorm just passed yesterday, face fierce wind again. Large tree shakes in fierce wind, branch resembles blacksnake kind mad in sky dance. I crouch sit beside burner, outside looking at a window, the call out sound of listen respectfully nature is abstracted. Space race a month is less than remnant, and I cannot accept this fact as before however.
正逢入冬，昨日暴雨刚过，又临狂风。大树在狂风中摇晃，树枝就像皮鞭般在空中狂舞。我蹲坐在火炉旁，望着窗外、聆听大自然的呼喊声出神。距离比赛只剩一个月不到，而我却依旧无法接受这个事实。
Abruptly, one admires red in circle at the moment draw the outline of, curiosity drives the body since my explore, I look toward the window, fix eyes on looks -- it is flower glacial approach. In impression, be able to bear or endure so that cross wind to blow rain to hit in severe winter, of fierce wind blizzard in the main only wintersweet stops, I return have not to had seen so tough flower. I go gladly outdoors, that direction that blossoms toward flower glacial approach runs, nutation body, discover it still is adhering to on that frivolous leaf to it it is very giant drip-drop, perhaps was last night of rainstorm " remains of a meal " . I everywhere look around two, discovery is delicate and charming former days the flower that is about to drip also does not stand rainstorm and wither withered, in earth of sodden Yu Ni, a bit flower that remains repeatedly is sweet also be eroded by heavy rain, as if to never had come to this world; Put Ling Hua on the ice to fight violent storm only, the more violent rain, it the more doughty; The more violent wind, it the more tough. alleged " austerity miserable cold, eventually year old constant decorous. " it is Song Bai not merely, put Ling Ye on the ice to have doughty inherent quality, not fear frustration, more what is more,the rather that I?
骤然间，一抹艳红在眼前盘旋勾勒，好奇心驱使我探起身子，我往窗外望去，定睛一看——是冰凌花。印象中，在严冬里耐得过风吹雨打、狂风暴雪的大抵只有梅花罢了，我还未曾见过如此坚韧之花。我高兴地走到户外，往冰凌花绽放的那个方向跑去，俯下身子，发现它那轻薄的花瓣上还附着着对于它来说是很庞大的雨滴，也许是昨晚暴雨的“残羹剩饭”。我四处张望了两下，发现往日娇艳欲滴的花也承受不住暴雨而枯萎凋零，烂于泥土里，连残留的一点花香也被大雨冲刷走，仿佛从未来过这个世界；唯有冰凌花抗住了狂风暴雨，越是猛烈的雨，它越是刚强；越是狂暴的风，它越是坚韧。正所谓“冰霜正惨凄，终岁常端正。”不只是松柏，冰凌也有刚强的本性，不惧挫折，更何况我呢？
As if wakening from a dream, I begin to accept the setback in the past, adjust oneself and them, begin the confidence with tattered pick up cautious ground is patchy and complete. In the exercise of day after day, often look to the window outside that admires red, always meet in the heart times feeling confidence. Perhaps, the scar is opened, what can cicatrization is faster.
如梦初醒，我开始接受过去的挫折，将自己与它们磨合，开始捡起破碎的信心小心翼翼地缝补完整。在日复一日的练习中，每每望向窗外的那抹艳红，心中总会倍感信心。也许，伤疤被揭开，会愈合的更快。
When one individual success, everybody always is plainting the decay at her. Little imagine, alleged " decay " , it is to should bear to be given birth to in darkness gathered up the anguish of a skin, and this kind is painful, can susceptive is a small number of people. I cannot why become that small number of people one of? Life is boundless, perhaps have thousands of the move such as the setback I go overcoming, I is why adjusted with the setback?
当一个人成功时，大家总在感叹于她的蜕变。殊不知，所谓“蜕变”，便是要承受在黑暗中被生生扒了一层皮的痛苦，而这种痛苦，能承受的是少数人。我又何尝不可成为那少数人的之一？人生漫漫，也许有成百上千的挫折等着我去克服，我又何尝不与挫折磨合呢？