Mother is ill and father is in hospital. Bored playing with dolls in bed, I found that three dolls are not easy to fall down because they support each other. It suddenly dawned on me that our love for each other has made our family stand the test again and again, and I also like the process of growing up slowly.

On how to express the challenge of "test" in the form of argumentative essay from the beginning to test its function. In childhood, we will encounter many exams. Testing is another form of examination, examination room, whether there is a standard answer. Usually, when people face and test, one is to grow up in the face of challenges, although they will certainly gain something, and the other is to avoid pessimism and test fear. In order to succeed, we should adopt a persistent attitude.

Life is full of fictional novels, telling different forms of tests and exams.

Area? This company is a famous big company. Today, we are looking for an assistant general manager. The candidates have lined up at the door of the office. There are many pieces of paper in front of the office. Candidates either pay attention to their appearance or are preparing materials and have no time to take care of them. Fang Ming saw it and picked up a broom to clean it up. On the employment list, Fang Ming admitted that a large number of pieces of paper were the contents of the one-day exam, and Fang Ming passed the exam.

Growth experiment

Growth is another test, and the starting point of failure is over and over again.

-Inscription.

Suddenly I don't want to say how great it is to face the test of rights. Suddenly I don't want to talk about how martyrs face the test of life and death. In fact, everyone's growth is a long and tortuous story, and the story it tells has a heavy test.

Many times, we are used to smiling and worrying too much, because I don't want people around us. High school life, so I feel very tired, but I chose the smile of teachers and parents of students, and the result was not good enough, even smiling.

Occasionally fell asleep, lying in front of the lamp, I don't know how long it took, and then worked hard together and opened another book ... I suddenly looked at Guangfei blankly and thought: Am I also an insect, and want to shine with its ultra-thin power?

I remember someone said that the most valuable thing is self-confidence. It is precisely its shortcomings. Study hard and pretend to be cheerful every day, but it turns out that they are great and really believe that I am strong.

Sometimes, the voice that lingers in my ear laughs at me arrogantly: you give up, give up. I don't know if this is my inner voice, but I'm afraid, afraid to give up, give up his pen, or sleep time? Give up a distant dream, or are you temporarily tired? Give up hope for yourself and your parents? In fact, I failed many times and my parents were sad many times, but I still took responsibility. Before I could give up, they chose to give up on me.

I think people are always afraid of being ignored. Therefore, I vowed to do my best and become the greatest motivation for success. I just want people around me to "dislike". I'm just afraid of those eyes. I'm so disappointed. I suddenly don't have the courage. When I think of being young, I feel sad. I'll tell my mom. Listen.

When I grow up, I can only speak my diary and listen to it;

However, when I finally couldn't write a diary, I knew that no one could hear my depressed heart.

Since I was a child, I have always wanted to make a choice: brush or pen? I know that the youth of drawing paper is expensive, and at least one kind of pigment is needed in my world. It should be black and white, because black and white and so on. I didn't think of anyone else. So I gave up the color of my dream. Miss a little girl with colored crayons, and remember her squatting on the slate, depicting her dreams? I am afraid that one day those dreams will disappear and the words will be added.

I remember that three days that year, we finally abolished the right to music and sports. The children come to class, looking at the old books in the lower grades, and singing in their mouths. On that day, I never forgot to walk for a long time, and there were boys sweating like rain on the playground. What I see in their eyes is the hope of youth.

But I still used it. It's a dark night outside the window, and the house is a bright color between black and white. I closed my eyes and looked down at the blackboard. It was all black and white. I am destined to fly away. I chose the smile on my face, I chose to accept it frankly, I chose ... don't regret it.

The test of growth. Just like a road, I only walk once, no matter how difficult it is, no matter whether my every step is difficult or not, whether it is tears, smiles, scratches or weakness, I know that the starting point for the growth of AA exam failure is over and over again.