It was a summer training. A dozen girls were divided into two teams and fought freely under the command of the coach. Suddenly, the coach flew into a rage at a lazy girl with a ponytail. The girl was startled and bowed her head shyly, but her movements were still not up to standard.
The coach quickly asked the other players to stand in a row and fight with croissants. I looked at her, like a flustered rabbit, scrambling to avoid the ruthless attack of her opponent. In the third game, she was knocked down by a slasher, and her lips were bleeding and she began to cry.
The coach motioned to continue. The next opponent stood opposite the girl again.
It was too late to wipe a tear, and the little girl went into battle again. This time, she was kicked to the ground and could not get up for a long time.
She curled up in pain, twisted into a ball and purred in her mouth. I hid in the dark, so scared that I couldn't breathe in the atmosphere, and my heart was hanging in the air. Suddenly I felt my throat choked by something and my heart ached.
The coach took a few steps, checked and picked her up. Let the next student continue to play. The little girl kicked and scratched wildly without rhythm. I looked at her, like a deer fighting alone, clinging to her neck to survive. The coach's eyes were full of indifference. When he signaled with his lips, his opponent rushed up with information.
I saw her fall and get up again and again, and the sweat wrapped in tears could not be wiped clean. Finally, I kicked my opponent in the face, and the coach made a gesture of clapping to show encouragement. The little girl paused, gritted her teeth and rushed up.
She won the game, and today's training is over.
Everyone bowed and applauded, thanking the coach and teammates. Then the little girl took off her protective gear and limped to the depths of the corner. I saw her burying her head in her arm and crying with my own eyes. Her whole body trembled violently, but she locked the howl in her throat. I really want to go over and hug her and tell her that she is not alone, and there is a strange me in the other corner wiping her tears. But after all, it's not abrupt. Seeing the sunset, I had to bite my lip and leave.
When I finally looked back at the corner exhausted, she finally stood up by stroking her hair and trudged towards those buildings.
How many such dilemmas are there in our lives? Visible or invisible opponents are pouring in until we have no strength to fight again, but there is always a voice in my heart telling myself, don't get down, don't get down.
A few years later, I revisited my hometown, the facade of the teaching building of the sports school was being renovated, and the playground was littered with dust and dust. Several pieces of fitness equipment were piled up at the gate, rusty. Suddenly I saw several huge posters posted in the publicity column outside the courtyard wall. One of the girls was wearing a costume, laughing like a flower and biting a shining gold medal. I suddenly understood that this was the little girl crying in the corner.
Her eyebrows and eyes are the same as before, but there is a kind of unyielding stubbornness and strength in exquisiteness. What could be more exciting than this? I remembered an old saying in my family that you won't suffer in this world for nothing.
Since last spring, I have made up my mind to stay healthy. Because of working overtime and staying up late, traveling for meetings, I deeply feel the decline of my immunity. My head often hurts inexplicably, and my fatigue keeps rising. After three to five hours, annoying ulcers will arch out of my mouth.
I made up my mind to stick to what I said this time for myself and my family. The time during the day is too limited, so I thought about it and chose fun run. Considering the distance and safety, I decided to practice in the aisle of the community first. Every night, I get everything settled at home, put on running shoes and sportswear to cheer myself up and do preparatory activities. To the south of the community is a large children's playground, which is crowded and very lively. I gasped and walked past the old man.
The wind in early spring is a little cold. I'll adjust my breath. The more I run, the more comfortable I feel. I slowly moved away from the crowd and rushed to the bushes in the north. Suddenly, at the corner, a figure suddenly jumped up and scared me.
We all stood in the dark for a few seconds, looking at each other carefully. He first broke the silence and said timidly, sorry, I'm practicing here. I just found a small clearing behind the bush, but I was not disturbed. I am also busy reporting myself: nothing, you practice, I am fun run.
I vaguely felt that he smiled when he nodded, but maybe not. In short, after a short communication, we started our own projects. From that day on, every time I went for a fun run, I could see him thin, hiding behind the bushes, practicing silently, rain or shine. After practice, we seem to be friendly troops fighting side by side. The noise behind us is like the morning dew, and only the two of us echo and encourage each other in the dark night.
In late autumn, there were several heavy rains, and my husband said that I had nothing to do and let me go out. I stood under the floating window of my bedroom and watched the falling rain shuttle between heaven and earth. Somehow, I remembered the stubborn figure in the bushes. In less than half a year, his technique has been very skilled. Even at a glance, he can feel that the sound of hitting the ball is no longer intermittent, and the ball rarely rolls out of control.
As for me, I ran in spring, summer and autumn and sweated a lot. I also scolded myself for being tired and gave up in anger. I can think of an unyielding little figure struggling not far away, and I have a sense of pride that I am not alone. After eight months of fun running and half a year of Iyengar yoga, I am no longer short of breath, chest tightness and at a loss. What's more, I successfully lost 10 kg of fat.
The original fire is already a single spark, which can start a prairie fire. When you insist on one thing successfully, it's like getting a secret way to get you through the boring reality, weeds and fog and come to a courtyard full of flowers. The most beneficial guidance for sticking to this matter is that it allows you to fully understand yourself in the process of struggle and master the key to controlling your temper and inertia. It lets you know when you want to slow down, when you want to sprint, when you feel most uncomfortable, and when you want to give up, and then know yourself and be invincible.
Besides insisting on fun running, I began to learn English again. I'm like an undercover, growing up secretly day and night. Although my job doesn't involve foreign languages for the time being, I downloaded the word APP and forced myself to recite 30 words every day. If I don't recite them, I will think of infinite cycles. I must wear headphones on my way to and from work every day. I usually lock an article and try to understand every word, so I have been listening to the same article for two months. I found a cheap Filipino teacher who specializes in oral English online and agreed to talk to her for an hour every day. At first, I didn't understand long sentences, so I could only chat and talk about hobbies. Moreover, my vocabulary can't support a 60-minute class at all, so before each class, I have to look up the dictionary to copy American English and prepare large chunks of English to extend my speaking time. Slowly, I began to have the ability to argue with the teacher. After a while, I found that one hour was too short. During the period of depression and disappointment, I thought about giving up. But it is never easy for teachers to encourage me to learn languages. Language is constantly changing like running water. Don't give yourself too much pressure. Just practice in class every day and enjoy learning. Because time can see, where you plant, you will get something.
It is hard to say how much this persistence can change our destiny, but what is certain is that every experience is a precious gift and every effort is of great significance. If that year, the corner girl didn't persist and become a deserter from the stadium, there would be no winning photos with a smile on her face. If I let myself be obese and my physique decline at that time, I may still be in a sickly sub-health state. There is a little boy working hard in the bushes. Although I don't know what he is doing, I'm sure the bitterness he eats will become beneficial nutrition.
20xx 10, the unit sent personnel to visit Los Angeles. Originally, I didn't intersect with English. Because of fluent spoken English, I unexpectedly broke through the tight encirclement. When I first started learning English, everyone in the office laughed at me for being irrelevant to my work and wasting my time. I might as well catch up with Korean dramas and relax. At that time, I didn't know what learning English meant to my later life, just like walking through a dark and long tunnel. If I stop, I can only stay where I am forever. If I go forward, I may find the exit.
People say that fate is changeable. But I always feel that some things are unchangeable truths. People who have suffered and suffered are the reliance and accumulation of their future achievements. There is no such thing as a free lunch, which is quite true. Everything has an implicit price, and getting it means losing it. Similarly, every hard journey has its unexpected value, and giving will be accompanied by gains.