I was a bad boy in the third grade. I never changed my face when I lied, and the lie detector was useless to me. I cut corners when doing my homework, worked hard when fighting, was half-hearted in class, and was directing a "campus QQ drama" below. I just thought the teacher's words were the cicadas outside the window...

Then I was beaten all day long. Mom and Dad K, when you are at home, your heart flies not only 108,000 miles away, but also 54,000 miles away. My academic performance has not improved significantly. I want to play with good students, but they ignore me. I have tasted loneliness and loneliness. I didn’t even have a friend to talk to, so I could only tell my grievances and worries to the old camphor tree in front of my house. I am indispensable for the teacher's criticism, but I am indispensable for praise.

Although I am not as ugly as the ugly duckling, I have no friends like the ugly duckling. People dislike me and let me know what it feels like to be alone! As soon as I ask them to make friends, they peck at me like ducks peck at an ugly duckling. When I asked teachers for advice, they kicked me like a maid kicking an ugly duckling. I escaped from this class, but my classmates from other classes also avoided me like birds in the bush flying into the air in terror when they see an ugly duckling.

I didn’t flinch. I know that people’s happiness is accompanied by pain! I see many close friends who talk about everything, share blessings and share difficulties. I really envy them! I also Make friends with them, even if they shake their heads again and again!

Talents grow in adversity! How I wish someone would give me a piece of toilet paper when I want to cry, and comfort me when I feel pain. Psychological trauma.

When I learned that good students make friends easily, I immediately studied hard. Sometimes when I feel sleepy, I wash my face, work neatly on my homework, and concentrate on class. I wrote the words "struggle and make friends" on my hand. Whenever you feel like retreating, read "Strive, Make Friends" 20 times. Sometimes I am ridiculed and ridiculed by others, so I try my best to restrain myself and focus on my studies. Sometimes I really can’t hold on anymore, so I copy the words “struggle and make friends” many times, recalling the loneliness and pain of the past...

Now my grades are among the best in the class, and I have many friends. , I am no longer an ugly duckling. The question on the wall of my house has the answer: I am not the "ugly duckling", I am the "white swan"! I paved the way of my life with the stones of sweat, and it has become more stable since then.

Brief comment: The ugly duckling has a dream of pursuing the white swan. In this article, the author describes his psychological feelings when he was an ugly duckling very delicately and vividly, and also describes the determination and struggle on the road to pursuing the white swan. The experience is vividly written. This article has well-chosen materials, a clear theme, and expresses my true feelings.