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 would 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 practice perseverance more often, and never give up a thing because it was or inconvenient. If we want light, we must conquer darkness. Perseverance can sometimes equal genius in its results. There are only two creatures, says a proverb, Who can surmount the pyramids — the eagle and the snail.
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 would 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.
下课了,我问阮嫣文:”你觉得哪一题最难?””应该是听力部分的\'第三题最难!”“我也是这样想的,错一题就4分啊!”“4分啊!4分啊!”阮嫣文吃惊地瞪大双眼。”如果其他题目再错,我就只有90小几了!”老师报分数的时候。我傻了眼,怎么全是对的?难道那道我最担心的题也对了?
这次考试让我悟出了一个道理:做什么事都要相信自己。
他们开始练习了,只见一个学员拿着护板,另一个学员用脚去踢。踢了一会儿,教练说:“要升高难度了。”踢护板的学员一下子就把护板给踢了下来。教练又说:“准备好,又要升高了。”此时拿护板的学员,拿的不是护板了,而是换了一块木板,练习踢木板的学员一脚就把那块木板踢裂了。这一幕令我们惊呆了!接着一个又一个的学员把木板都踢裂开了。
开始比赛了,教练把学员们分蓝红两方。比赛前,双方都友好地向对手鞠躬,突然,红方一个漂亮的右脚踢,踢中了蓝方的腰部,蓝方一个上踢可惜被红方挡住了,红方又一个快速出拳打中了蓝方的肚子,蓝方一个右拳打中了红方的胳膊……比赛结束了,红方赢了!
前两天天气还好好的,出发那天早晨,起了薄薄的雾,不多久竟然下起细细的沙雪来,打在窗户上沙沙作响。北风吹得一阵比一阵紧,吹得窗前的樟树左右摇摆。这天气真像小孩子的\'脸,说变就变,是不是在故意考验我呢?
我和妈妈吃过早饭,一出门,一股冷气就立即钻进我的脖子里,我忍不住打了个寒颤。只见外面雪已经把树周围染白了,房子也穿上了白棉袄,四面都是雪。我站在门口,迟疑了一下,心想,这么大的雪,这么冷的天,还是别去了吧,反正去不去又没关系,傅老师也不会批评我们。但转念一想,这怎么可以呢,平时,张老师教育我们“言必性,行必果”,做人要讲诚信,说到就要做到,如果人人都说话不算数,随意反悔,那谁会相信别人呢?我们这个社会不就乱套了吗?想到这,我和妈妈拿着想出发了。
敬老院很偏僻,又是第一次去,妈妈之前在网上百度了大概位置和坐车路线。我们坐916路公交车,谁知道在车上妈妈与一位老奶奶热情地聊天,结果多坐了一站,我们赶紧下车往回走,走了好久也看不到去敬老院的标识。这时候,雨夹着雪劈头盖脸地下着,北风使劲地吹,像刀子一样在我的脸上刮过,我们撑着的伞几次差点被风刮走。路上车子很少,路上几乎看不到行人,的士车根本就没有踪影。我和妈妈顶着风雪走了一大段路,才看到路边一个加油站,我像看到救星一样,连忙跑去问路。然而结果令人失望,加油站的阿姨摇头说:“我也不知道。”
我垂头丧气地走出来,和妈妈在公路上继续行走,看到人就问路,连续问了几个,都说不知道。我真地感到绝望了,心里想,还是不去了吧,这样的天,在家烤火都觉得冷,傅老师和敬老院应该会理解我们的。可是,另外一个声音在我的脑海里响起,答应了别人的事,一定要做到!我咬着牙,忍着寒冷继续往前走。终于,有一个叔叔告诉我们正确的路线,我们左拐右拐,功夫不负有心人,终于走到了。当我看到“东方红敬老院”几个大字时,我顿时觉得暖和多了,我兴奋地跑进去,傅老师和其他做公益的小朋友们已经到了。我找到一位老奶奶,给她捶捶背,和其他老人聊聊天,送上了我们的一点心意……
那天,是我感到最冷的一天,也是最温暖、最难忘的一天。
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