if i were a boy again, i would school myself into a habit of attention; i would let nothing come between me and the subject in hand. i would remember that a good skater never tries to skate in two directions at once.
the habit of attention becomes part of our life, if we begin early enough. i often hear grown up people say, “i could not fix my attention on the sermon or book, although i wished to do so”, and the reason is, the habit was not formed in youth.
if i were to live my life over again, i would pay more attention to the cultivation of the memory. i wou
ld strengthen that faculty by every possible means, and on every possible occasion. it takes a little hard work at first to remember things accurately; but memory soon helps itself, and gives very little trouble. it only needs early cultivation to become a power.
if i were a boy again, i would cultivate courage. “nothing is so mild and gentle as courage, nothing so cruel and pitiless as cowardice,” says a wise author.
we too often borrow trouble, and anticipate that may never appear.” the fear of ill exceeds the ill we fear.” dangers will arise in any career, but presence of mind will often conquer the worst of them. be prepared for any fate, and there is no harm to be feared.
if i were a boy again, i would look on the cheerful side. life is very much like a mirror: if you smile upon it, i smiles back upon you; but if you frown and look doubtful on it, you will get a similar look in return.
inner sunshine warms
not only the heart of the owner, but of all that come in contact with it. “who shuts love out, in turn shall be shut out from love.”
importance of learning very early in life to gain that point where a young boy can stand erect, and decline.
if i were a boy again, i would school myself to say no more often. i might write pages on the doing an unworthy act because it is unworthy.
if i were a boy again, i would demand of myself more courtesy towards my companions and friends, and indeed towards strangers as well. the smallest courtesies along the rough roads of life are like the little birds that sing to us all winter long, and make that season of ice and snow more endurable.
finally, instead of trying hard to be happy, as if that were the sole purpose of life, i would, if i were a boy again, i would still try harder to make others happy.
来到游泳馆,教我的教练是很严肃的人,我穿好救生衣,废话不多说,跳进水里。因为我经常来游泳馆,看过别人游泳,回忆起别人练的动作,果然有用。
但是天有不测风云,谁知我憋气憋不住了,身体也失控了,接着就手忙脚乱的\'拍打着水,有点落在小河里的鸡。教练看见我这副模样,知道了我现在的处境,游到我旁边,把我举起来,把我举到岸边。那些游泳高手都捧腹大笑起来,之后就纷纷下水游泳。看他游到岸边只用了30秒,上岸后,他们双手交叉,好像在说:“要超过我们还要100年呢!”自此之后我决心要超过他们。
于是,我勤学苦练泳技,暑假差不多每天都去学。我学会了蛙泳、狗刨式泳,还有蝶泳。
不久以后,我和他们比赛。比赛规则是看谁做的花式蝶泳最优美。我先和叫明丽的那个人比,他的花式蝶泳是他的弱点,我一下子做了一个高难度的动作,他就败下阵来了。下一个和一个叫张聪的人比,他是副队长,结果我们好多次打了个平手,最后我赢了,打败了他们。他们脸都红红地说:“我们全军覆没了,我们让你当队长。”我也很高兴。
我进步了!
今天我睡了个大懒觉,睡到了7:50。醒来的时候妈妈走了,爸爸去锻炼了。我就一直在那里看电视,然后爸爸不一会儿就回来了,说早晨起来要锻炼,就咔嚓一声把我的电视关掉了。然后让我举了10个哑铃,真的是累死啦!然后就吃早餐了,早餐是包子和粥,而我不同,我是蛋炒饭。
因为昨天晚上我和我妈妈说我好久没吃蛋炒饭了,所以妈妈今天的早餐就给我准备了蛋炒饭。吃完饭后我就去写作业了。今天不知怎么地,写字帖写到一半的时候突然肚子就疼了起来,然后爸爸就叫我躺着歇一会,不一会儿我好了,就把要写的都写了。爸爸奖励我玩20分钟电脑,我最近不想玩什么大型游戏,而且爸爸整的什么什么360的硬件大师说这个电脑不能玩太多的大型游戏还有什么发烧娱乐,所以说我不能玩太多的大型游戏,只能玩小游戏。我玩了松鼠坚果什么的,然后20分钟不知不觉到了,然后我就和爸爸打了几盘扑克,爸爸就不知不觉睡着了,然后我就偷偷的去吃饭,我们刚开吃,爸爸就不知道什么时候走出来吃饭了。
吃完饭后,爸爸就又去上班了。我吃完饭之后和钟太一还有冯科睿一起打了盘扑克,然后冯科睿的爸爸喊他来吃饭,我们就把阿姨也叫上一起打扑克,打完了后,我们就各回各家、各找各妈了。然后我就开始睡觉,不一会儿阿姨就和我一起去买芋头做扣肉了。
然后阿姨回家就去做菜了。我没事闲着,就看了会儿书,然后阿姨把饭做好了,我们就一起吃了。今天的菜有清蒸鱼、还有扣肉,都很好吃啊!今天一天真高兴!
终于熬到星期天了,我可以好好的睡一个懒觉了。要知道在上学的那段日子,我老早就要起床了,大概在六点五十分左右,妈妈就会催促我起床。要不然的话,妈妈的唠叨声跟复读机似的,老是重复着:快点起床!要迟到了!
这不,难得一个星期里只有星期天不用上学,星期六要上兴趣班。可怜的我,只剩下星期天才能睡一会儿懒觉。我得好好补补这一个星期所缺失的觉。我一觉睡到大天亮。等我睁开眼睛的时候,只见外面的.太阳光线已经透过窗帘照射到我的小床上了,暖洋洋的,更舒服了。不过,我还是没有起床,我仍然赖在床上,享受着这温暖的阳光。是一种多么惬意的生活呀!只可惜,我一个星期只能享受这么一天。对于我来说,这一天显得多么的珍贵呀!我一定要好好享受!我继续躺在床上,即使我已经没有什么睡意了,我还是要赖在床上。
我又睡了一会儿,慢慢地我迷迷糊糊地又睡着了。我进入了甜美的梦,梦中我可以想做什么就做什么,无拘无束地生活着,这种生活真好。我正享受着哩!忽然,被妈妈的叫喊声惊醒了。妈妈又在一旁催我快点起床了。哎!可怜的娃,我只能乖乖地起床,那种美好的生活,只能在梦境中实现了。
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