Haha, haha... As bursts of laughter from my classmates laughed at me, I couldn't help but lower my head. It was all because I didn't have any skills.

That was when I was in the first grade. Some of the students in the class could draw, some could dance, and sing, but I couldn’t do anything. I had to endure the ridicule of my classmates every day. Day after day, I received more and more taunting letters. One night I finally couldn't help it anymore. I saw my mother cooking, so I begged my mother: Mom, can you teach me how to cook? My mother answered me firmly: No, you are still young. But after my hard work, my mother finally agreed.

According to my mother's suggestion, I started to learn to fry vegetables. I took out the green vegetables from the refrigerator and cut them into small pieces. Then I took out a small piece of solidified fragrant lard from the cabinet and poured it into the pot, letting it slowly turn into liquid. And make a sizzling sound, then slide the chopped greens from the cutting board into the oil pan like a slide. Suddenly, there was a crackling sound in the oil pan, which scared me so much that I almost dropped the spatula. My mother told me not to be afraid, just stir-fry slowly until the vegetables in the pot gradually become soft. Finally, add a little sugar and stir-fry for a few seconds, and a plate of fried vegetables is ready.

Now it’s time to taste it. When my mother just started chewing it, I suddenly remembered: Oops, I put the salt instead of sugar. My mother also smiled bitterly and said: It's a bit salty. After listening to my mother's words, I felt very uncomfortable and thought: I will fry it again tomorrow!

The next day, after washing and cutting the vegetables, I followed the method my mother taught me the day before. I took my time and did the same thing. Stir-fry and stir-fry, the green vegetables become very shiny, and finally add a little real sugar. I stir-fry again and it is fragrant. Turn off the heat, pour it into the plate, and the green vegetables are out of the oven!

This time, my mother took a bite and said happily: Well, this time it’s good. After hearing this, I jumped three feet high with joy. Suddenly, I remembered a famous saying taught by the teacher: Failure is the mother of success! Yes, although I failed the first time, I succeeded the second time.

I think: No matter what you do, as long as you carefully sum up your experience, you can taste the joy of success. From now on, I can also raise my head and be a good person in front of my classmates.