You turn around sadly and sink your hair, which is no longer black and energetic. I stood up to see your face, but I was blocked by your mountain-high back.

I really want to climb that mountain and hug you. Tell you, I love you, but I don't have the courage.

Although we didn't see each other much when we were young, I thought you were very strict from your tone on the other end of the phone. You want me to be as quiet and conscientious as my brothers and sisters. But since I was a child, I was naughty, active and playful, unable to sit still at all and unable to study hard, so I was criticized by you. I always like to play devil's advocate with you and run barefoot through that splendid childhood.

You are good at math, so you want to learn financial management from an early age, just like you. But I only like liberal arts. I remember once, I brought back a test paper with a score of 7/kloc-0 and handed it to you with a smile. I hope you don't get angry. You took the test paper, shook your hand, gave me a disappointed look, then turned, walked to the front of the sofa, sat down, stared at the dazzling red score and sighed helplessly.

I just stood there looking at you, and I was immediately ashamed of my behavior.

I have been trying very hard to cross that mountain, only to find that there is another mountain beyond it.

"How did that happen? Am I wrong? " Your helpless and sad voice echoes in my ears. I burst into tears, but who can I cry? I hurt you too much! In fact, my dad has been trying to get along with me and doesn't want to be gentle with me. I'm the one who keeps turning him down. Dad, you always believe that one day, your daughter will understand you, right

"Dad, I'm sorry."

Suddenly, my father suddenly looked up, and I found that my father's tears had already wet his eyes and slipped down his cheeks. This is my first time. I threw myself into my father's arms and felt a warm current flow into my heart. This feeling is really beautiful.

Even if the other side of the mountain is still a mountain, it is not difficult to climb that mountain. Maybe just a few simple words, "I'm sorry" and "I love you".

Chapter 2: Running 600 words over high mountains does not have long feet, and there is no mountain higher than people. -inscription

It was autumn, I entered the third grade, and became a student with a heavy burden. Facing the score ranking. Sports and people's eyes, confusion, disappointment, anxiety and confusion are intertwined in my heart.

With the sudden heavy study burden, people are strengthening physical exercise more and more. Yesterday afternoon, physical education class and I waved behind me like barbed whips, urging me to drag my tired body forward. As the final exam approaches, I have to burn the midnight oil day and night, munch on the review materials of various subjects, and the heavy physical training during the day also makes me physically and mentally exhausted. I often sleepwalk in Zhuang Zhou when I have classes in the afternoon. During that time, the anxiety of mentality and the state of reality have been stagnant, which once made me stand on the brink of collapse.

Fortunately, I read Gone with the Wind, a novel written by margaret mitchell. There are many vivid characters in the book, each of which gave me great encouragement. Scarlett, Rhett and Ashley who dare to break through the traditional bondage are patriotic and loyal. In the era of bonfire, their human feelings and their excellent qualities all reflect the real situation of a society. Although they are selfish and ugly, they also make the true feelings more precious. However, it was Melanie who really helped me get rid of the gloomy and rainy psychology. She is a very weak woman, but she has all the excellent qualities. The turmoil and hardships of life did not dispel her will. Facing the dark reality, she is still willing to accept and bear the pain of losing her husband. The so-called "life kisses me with pain, but I return it with singing".

When I write questions under the night light countless times, I always think of her: when the war burns to the door, she is still expecting a bright future for the children she is waiting for; The robber broke into the house, and the gentlest and thinnest one calmly and decisively helped bury the robber's body; When Rhett's daughter broke her neck riding a horse, she silently accompanied him and comforted this usually arrogant and fragile man like a child. Melanie is the most appropriate image I have ever seen to interpret tenderness-tolerant and silent, without asking, complaining or sadness.

When I am lost, I feel like a boat, and I feel helpless. Going out to sea at dusk, the road is unfamiliar and far. Fortunately, the power of books is like a lighthouse on a foggy sea. Although it can't take me directly to my destination, it shows me the way forward. Help me cross the sea and mountains.

I make myself gentle, not an image, but a heart. Build an indestructible high wall for your soft heart, which is enough to resist all injuries and gradually become stronger, just like Melanie. No longer afraid, no longer disappointed, meaningless, fearless, I think I can climb this mountain, and finally the moon will win the crown!

The autumn wind blows gently, the frost temperature on the leaves is just right, and the eyes are full of warm colors of red, orange and yellow.

Chapter 3: How can you see the beautiful scenery without muddy bumps in the 600-word narrative running of that mountain on the third day? How can you see colorful rainbows without being washed by wind and rain? How can you see the bright sunshine without experiencing the dark clouds? How can you see success without pursuing success?

On the road of life, there is no smooth sailing, only muddy twists and turns; In the ocean of life, there is no peace, only rough waves and endless reefs. If you want to pass, you must run hard and keep climbing. One day, you will climb that mountain and see the long-awaited sea.

Once upon a time, there were two little boys who lived in the mountains since childhood. But they have a dream and want to know what is on the other side of the mountain. One day, they asked their father. "Dad, what's on the other side of the mountain?" A little boy's father looked at his eager eyes and told him directly, "Is there a mountain over there?" The father of another child touched the child's head and said kindly, "beyond the mountain is the sea." "Is it true?" The child's eyes sparkled at once. "Well, yes. Beyond the mountain is the sea. "

The same question and the different answers given by the two fathers have created different futures for the two children. A little boy heard his father's direct answer and lost confidence in life. He did nothing all day and finally became a farmer working in the field. After listening to his father's words, another child is full of curiosity about the outside world. He left home and climbed the mountain alone. When he tried to climb the mountain, what he saw was not the sea, but the mountain, still the mountain.

He tried to climb the mountain, and finally, a flat road appeared in front of him. There were cars he had never seen before, and he walked along the road to the city. Because of this, he finally achieved a wonderful life.

As long as there is hope, I will try; As long as you try, you will work hard; As long as you work hard, you will cross the ups and downs; As long as you cross the ups and downs, you will usher in beauty.

Go over that mountain and fight with your efforts and perseverance. On the other side of the mountain, there is a sea, a beautiful sea, a brand-new world, which instantly illuminates your eyes!

Chapter 4: It's as difficult to overcome yourself by running 600 words over that mountain as it is to climb a mountain. The process is painful, but the result is sweet. -inscription

It's summer vacation and the hottest day of the year. The epidemic has not completely ended. Although the control has been liberalized, studying at home for half a year has made me accustomed to "staying at home", staying at home all day and feeling depressed. My father is a man who loves sports. Watching me stay at home day by day, I couldn't help worrying, so I discussed "countermeasures" with my mother that day.

The next morning, my father got up early and woke me up from sleep. I looked at my father bleakly and found that he had put on his sportswear. I urged, "get up quickly and go running later, or it will be too late." When I heard the word "running", I was sleepy and lost. I think of more tension and fear. I instinctively refused: "no, I won't go, I won't go!" "

"This is impossible. Look at your face. You don't want to lose weight! " My father pulled me out of bed with a look of disgust

Suddenly came to the park, I reluctantly got off the electric car, muttering, my father had thrown off his arm and ran away, so I had to keep up. At first, my father followed me at the slowest speed, and I was still struggling. My father has no choice but to keep up with me. My resentment gradually dissipated, and I asked my father, "How far are we going?"

"Almost six or seven kilometers, it's still far away." The father replied.

"Ah, so many." I am like a deflated ball, and I don't want to go any further. So I began to slow down and even walk. In order to delay the time, my father had no choice but to give up on me and run forward.

Seeing that my purpose had been achieved, I found a cool place to rest. As time goes by, there are more people coming and going in the park: some are running, some are practicing Tai Chi, or playing ball. They are all exercising, and I am the only one sitting. Suddenly, in the running crowd, I saw a child who looked much younger than me, and his father came to run.

The child asked his father, "Dad, how many kilometers are we going to run today?"

"Today our goal is seven kilometers. Can you stick to it? " His father responded with a smile.

"Yes, I must insist." The little boy's firm and gentle answer reached my ears. Hearing this sentence, I feel deeply guilty. A child younger than me can do it. Why can't I? As long as you persevere, anything can be successful.

Thinking, I took a deep breath, stood up and ran in the direction of my father. From a distance, I clearly saw a gratified smile on my father's face. Finally, my father and I insisted on running this "special" seven kilometers. Although my clothes are sweaty and uncomfortable, my heart is full of pride. Because I persisted, I defeated myself and climbed the mountain that once seemed insurmountable to me.

I am so excited when I think of the long-distance running that day-I have climbed a mountain in my life! However, on the long road of life, there will be countless such mountains waiting for me. I believe I will beat myself and enjoy more beautiful scenery!

Chapter 5: After running the mountain in 600 words, I looked at the long runway in front of me, looked at a few chubby people behind me, and looked at the students who had finished the Long March in the packed stands. The last PE teacher yawned again. I know.-I'm out of time.

I was so excited at the thought of this, and I made up my mind to be prepared for a week of revenge. Suddenly, I was splashed with a pot of cold water, and my legs were as weak as leaking. A big mountain unfolded before me.

I haven't felt bad about sports for a long time. After entering junior high school, I finally intend to turn over a new leaf. I have never been lazy in climbing mountains in every class, and I must complete the training plan. Everyone else has run away, and I have to struggle on the border. I didn't expect to work so hard for a month, but I still fell far behind. Look at those students who cut corners again and again in running practice. They left me without leaving a trace because of their naturally healthy legs. After all, my childhood weakness and natural sports mountains stopped me.

My momentum disappeared instantly, my unremitting peristalsis came to an abrupt end, and I began to take a leisurely walk on the playground. If I know today, why should I know? If I had known I was still at the bottom today, I might as well take a shortcut to relax.

Just when I was dejected and ready to break the jar, I heard a muddy gasp behind me. Overweight Zhang dragged his chubby body forward inch by inch. He was sweating like a pig, and the clothes on his back were all wet, but he persisted in running to the finish line. I'm afraid his talent is worse than mine, but he never gives up. After all, my figure is still very healthy.

I can't help feeling genuinely ashamed. Yes, I was born with poor physical education, and I'm not really lazy to go to physical education class. My sports talent is really a mountain that I can't climb. But what really hinders me from overcoming my shortcomings is not those two legs, nor the enthusiasm for three minutes, but the will to run to the finish line even if I fail, and the quality of not giving up after failure.

Today, I want to climb this mountain. I regained my confidence and rushed forward. However, this is doomed, but when I cross this mountain, my life is no longer doomed. No matter how many times I retake the exam, as long as I have the belief of winning, I will beat sports and mountain climbing spiritually. The road ahead will be covered with flowers and sunshine.