Some people's best time is to travel, some people's best time is to have a reunion dinner with their families, and some people's best time is to get good grades in an exam. My best time was those two months in the fourth grade of primary school.

I ran very fast at that time, and the teacher asked me to join the track and field team. I didn't know at that time that the track and field team was actually a "hell". The teacher asked us to go back to the school playground at 7: 30 in the morning. At this time, I still eat breakfast slowly. I had to come to the playground with a tired look. The teacher asked us to run a few laps to warm up first. However, after running a few laps, I lost my strength. Then do warm-up exercises. Every movement must be standard and in place. When I "side leg press", my muscles are stretched like bandages. After warming up, I just practice jumping. I don't want to do too much strenuous exercise in the morning, so I can still cope.

In the afternoon, the real "hell" trial came. At first, as in the morning, we did some laps and warm-up exercises. Then the teacher assigned tasks, and no one wanted to run 100 meters ten times. The teacher set us a requirement that we should reach this number of seconds every time to pass the test, or we would have to skip the grade.

The teacher blew the whistle and I rushed out as fast as I could. From the first time to the fourth time, I ran ok, but I was not very lucky. But by the fifth time, I clearly heard my breathing gradually increase, as if I would be out of breath at any time. My steps are getting heavier and heavier, and my feet are covered with lead, so I can't lift them.

The teacher let the students have a rest, encouraged us by the side, kept repeating, and firmly emphasized that we should persist for our atmosphere.

After about ten minutes, we must finish the remaining five tasks. I clench my fist every time I run and silently say: Come on! Hold on! Speed is practice! I'll get through this!

Two months later, in the track and field competition, I won the first place in the women's 100 meter with my own strength. I didn't know what to say when the teacher gave me the certificate. I just hugged the teacher tightly, and tears could not help overflowing. These tears are full of gratitude.

It's worthwhile to be stretched by Yan Luowang every day for these two hellish months. These two months are my best time, which taught me to persist and reminded me to persist in whatever I do in the future.

Chapter Two: The Best Time in Memory

Sit on the desk by the window and let the wind "tease" your hair. There is less than a month before the senior high school entrance examination, and I have been feeling very nervous. I can't help speeding up my study. Immersed in books all day, struggling between grades. I'm afraid I've forgotten what happiness looks like. Thought of these, the in the mind can not help but sour. Several children jumped from my window with extremely satisfied smiles. Once upon a time, I wanted to be like them.

I opened the drawer and pulled out the classmate records at the bottom. Suddenly, all the past events are vivid in my mind, and one picture after another quickly emerges in my mind.

Turn to the first page. It's her. I'm excited. I couldn't help laughing when I looked at her photos and the funny messages she gave me. I want to indulge myself once, throw away my homework and let my thoughts drift back.

She was my best friend in primary school. Classroom, playground, canteen ... We walked through every corner of the campus together and promised to be friends forever. I remember our poor grades were sometimes criticized by teachers, but somehow, no matter how bad our grades were, we still laughed and laughed every day.

At that time, we all hated the same teacher-our art teacher. He will often blame us for our poor painting. Everyone says that the corner of his eye can kill you, because his eyes are very bright, and all the little moves can't escape his eyes. In his class, naughty students are very good.

Once, my friend and I went to the bathroom. In the bathroom, she and I expressed our dissatisfaction with the art teacher. Unfortunately, at this time, I bumped into the art teacher. She must have heard it. I'm at a loss. She took my hand and quickly escaped from the toilet. It's over, it's over. I've been talking. At this time, she suddenly said, it doesn't matter, there are not many art classes, and there are not many opportunities to meet each other at ordinary times. Although she said so, I can feel that she is a little scared. Yes, that's all right, I said quietly. We looked at each other and couldn't help laughing.

"Ha ha." After many years, I still can't forget this most beautiful moment.

I don't think I should complain about the busy and tense life now. At least I had a good time, but I can't feel it now. So what? Life, as long as there is a good time, is enough to make yourself remember for a lifetime, isn't it? Read more American references:/Mei Wen/