读后续写“自我成长”主题12篇 第一篇 When I was in middle school, my social studies teacher asked me to enter a writing contest. I said no without thinking. I did not love writing. My family came from Brazil, so English was only my second language. Writing was so difficult and painful for me that my teacher had allowed me to present my paper on the sinking of the Titanic by acting out a play, where I played all the parts. No one laughed harder than he did. So, why did he suddenly force me to do something at which I was sure to fail His reply: “Because I love your stories. If you’re willing to apply yourself, I think you have a good shot at this.” Encouraged by his words, I agreed to give it a try. I chose Paul Revere’s horse as my subject. Paul Revere was a silversmith (银匠) in Boston who rode a horse at night on April 18, 1775 to Lexington to warn people that British soldiers were coming. My story would come straight from the horse’s mouth. Not a brilliant idea, but funny; and unlikely to be anyone else’s choice. What did the horse think, as he sped through the night Did he get tired Have doubts Did he want to quit I sympathized immediately. I got tired. I had doubts. I wanted to quit. But, like Revere’s horse, I kept going. I worked hard. I checked my spelling. I asked my older sister to correct my grammar. I checked out a half dozen books on Paul Revere from the library. I even read a few of them. When I handed in the essay to my teacher, he read it, laughed out loud, and said,“Great. Now, write it again.”I wrote it again, and again and again. When I finally finished it, the thought of winning had given way to the enjoyment of writing. If I didn’t win, I wouldn’t care. P1: A few weeks later, when I almost forgot the contest, there came the news. P2: I went to my teacher’s office after the award presentation. 范文： P1：A few weeks later, when I almost forgot the contest, there came the news. On that seemingly ordinary day, my teacher suddenly informed me that I won the second prize and there would be an award presentation for the writing contest winners. It was really a delightful surprise. When the day finally arrived, I found myself standing among a group of talented writers. As each winner was called to the stage, applause and cheers filled the air. Walking up to receive my award, I felt a surge of pride and accomplishment, knowing that my hard work and dedication/devotion/commitment had been recognized. P2: I went to my teacher’s office after the award presentation. On seeing me, he gave me a sincere congratulation and shared his joy in seeing me succeed. I expressed my heartfelt appreciation for pushing me beyond my comfort zone, for believing in my ability to tell stories, and for exploring my love for writing. It was a moment of deep connection and mutual respect. That day, I left the office with a sense of confidence to continue pursuing my passion for writing, and the knowledge that with determination/persistence, even t ... ...
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