whenever I open the drawer and see the Rubik's cube, I can't forget the taste of that success.

It was when I was in the fourth grade. My brother came to my house to play and saw a Rubik's Cube in his hand. I clamored to play. My brother solemnly said to me, "Hmm! My brother promised that as long as you restore the Rubik's Cube to the original within three days, the Rubik's Cube will be yours. "

When my brother left, I wasn't as bored as before. I sat on the bed and started my work (restoring the Rubik's Cube). I twisted my left hand and twisted my right hand to finish one, but it was like trying to make another one. I twisted and twisted, and I got the finished one back. In a blink of an eye, hungry oh began to get nervous. Mom came over and said, "Don't be discouraged." I thought: yes, you must be patient and not reckless! I twisted patiently, and it was time to go to bed. I thought in bed-how can I spell it?

The next day, I continued my original spelling, and it was finished in less than half an hour. I called my brother, who came over and touched my head and said, "Ok, I'll give this to you. Continue to refuel in the future and strive to complete the Rubik's Cube within one day. " I said happily, "Well, I will."

In the past few days, I have outdone myself, defeated the nemesis in my life and won the Rubik's Cube. When I held the Rubik's Cube in my hand, I was so happy. I tasted the taste of success, and that taste echoed in my heart ...