自小我的语文成绩就差，作文更是差到不行，然而现在每周都要写一篇作文，这更是让我愁得不得了。
Since I was young, my Chinese grades have been poor, and my compositions are even worse. However, now I have to write an essay every week, which makes me even more worried.
老师站在讲台上，一遍又一遍地讲着如何审题，如何写才会得高分，把一件小事写细了就可以了。但是说得轻松，我却像个没头苍蝇似的四处“碰壁”。每次坐在教室中，看到其他的人都奋笔疾书地写着，而我却毫无头绪。几乎想要放弃，但又在对老师恐惧的情况下，不得不去完成任务，但是费其九牛二虎之力鼓捣出的作文还每次都存在许多问题。出自 wwW.zuoWEnBA.nEt
The teacher stood on the podium, repeating over and over again how to read questions, how to write to get high scores, and how to write down a small matter in detail. But to put it lightly, I'm wandering around like a headless fly; Hit the wall;. Every time I sit in the classroom, I see others writing frantically, but I have no clue. I almost wanted to give up, but in the fear of the teacher, I had to complete the task. However, the essay I painstakingly crafted still had many problems every time.
每每看到别人的作文被老师拿来当作例文讲评或是别人的作文得了什么什么奖，都甚是羡慕，也许是一对比，自己的作文真的不行；也许是自己希望也有那样的水平吧。
Every time I see someone else's essay being used by the teacher as an example for commentary or receiving any awards, I feel envious. Perhaps it's just a comparison, my own essay really isn't good; Perhaps I hope to have that level myself.
直到那一次……
Until that time… …
那是一个周末，我独自坐在家中思考作文，急得抓耳挠腮的，实在想不出什么，便像往常一样向窗外望去：树上，一只鸟正在钞边跳来跳去，树叶和草丛被吹得沙沙作响……我向往像风一样无拘无束，想去哪去哪，没有考试、作业和老师与父母的说教。“风！”我心里一震，这给了我灵感，我奋笔疾书地写下所见所想。虽然写了出来，但周一交上去时我仍有所担心：会不会无关紧要的叙事太多，字太差老师会不会不给我看？……
It was a weekend, and I was sitting alone at home pondering my essay. I was so anxious that I couldn't think of anything, so I looked out the window as usual: on the tree, a bird was jumping around by the banknote, and the leaves and grass were rustling in the wind; … I aspire to be as free and unrestrained as the wind, going wherever I want without exams, homework, or lectures from teachers and parents. “ The wind! ” My heart was shaken, it gave me inspiration, and I wrote down what I saw and thought with great effort. Although I wrote it out, I was still worried when I submitted it on Monday: Will there be too many irrelevant narratives and poor handwriting? Will the teacher not show me? … …
等作文发了下来，看到等级的我不禁要叫了出来：“A+！耶，我得了一个A+！”那是第一次我对作文充满了自信！
When the essay was sent out, seeing the level, I couldn't help but shout out:; A+! Yeah, I got an A+; That was the first time I was full of confidence in my essay!
渐渐的我开始认为作文没有什么难的：不就是列列纲，整理整理思路，把小事写细再点个题不就出来了吗。何难之有？
Gradually, I began to believe that writing an essay is not difficult: it's just about outlining, organizing ideas, writing down small things in detail, and then answering a question. Why is it so difficult?
然而我以前却总是苦思冥想，绞尽脑汁只是一心想完成作文，把它当做了任务来看待。那一次我却能靠一次观察，一次听劝，写出一篇好作文。这也映照了一句话――灵感来源于生活。
However, in the past, I always pondered and racked my brains, only focusing on completing my essay as a task. That time, I was able to write a good essay based on one observation and one persuasion. This also reflects a saying - inspiration comes from life.
对作文自信的这颗太阳在我心中徐徐地升起来。
The sun of confidence in writing slowly rises in my heart.