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My Defeat and My Resilience |
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I lost the essay competition today, and for the first time, I lost to you, who
exudes confidence and poise. It was heartbreaking to experience such a defeat,
and you might think that I'm being overly dramatic, but I am not one to use
empty words to mask my emotions.
What you may not know is that beneath my happy-go-lucky exterior lies a
tenacious spirit. I am always on the lookout for new challengers, and defeating
them is what helps me grow.
Until now, I have never been surpassed by anyone in writing, except for you. I
concede that you have an impressive foundation in writing, a unique style, and a
natural talent that allows you to write with the grace of the divine. When you
transferred to our class, I felt a sense of panic, but I refused to be defeated.
How could I, who had been honing my writing skills since kindergarten, lose to
you so easily? Yet, I was eliminated, and it was my own doing. When the teacher
announced the results and declared your victory, my unwavering heart began to
tremble. My classmates started talking and laughing around me, and it felt like
they were mocking my failure. I closed my eyes and blocked out their prying
eyes.
You came over and gently said, "I'm sorry, I won this time!" That's when I
realized that I had indeed lost. As I watched you and the other students
laughing and chatting, I wondered how I should feel. Should I congratulate you,
or should I flee from this place of derision?
The view outside the window was still beautiful, with lush green trees, birds
chirping, and a faint scent of flowers wafting in the air. My sky was still
intact; I had only lost once. How could I, a resilient person, allow my
competitor to put me in their pocket after just one defeat? I could still see
the sky. As Zhang Shaohan sang, "Tomorrow's story belongs to me!" My story would
not be easily taken away.
My sky is still clear. After the rain, there will be a broader blue sky waiting
for me! |
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