This is the second day of Tomb-Sweeping Day's long holiday. I just got back from playing ball and my whole body is falling apart. I lay on the sofa and slept for a while. My mother insisted on dragging me downstairs, saying that she had gained three pounds again and asked me to play table tennis with her. I want to find a scapegoat, but no one is there. My sister went to my classmate's house and my father went to the company. I had to beg that the table tennis door wouldn't open. I don't know if it's my luck or grandpa's fear to open the door (my mother often plays there late, so grandpa can't go home. The door didn't open. I pretended to be poor and said to my mother, "We won't open the door today. Let's go home." I almost fainted after listening to the sentence my mother answered. My mother said, "Nothing, I just brought badminton downstairs." I had no choice but to have a fierce fight with my mother. I didn't know how to play at first. As soon as my mother saw it, she immediately taught me how to serve and how to catch the ball. There is a truth: "If you can't do it yourself, ask someone else." . Then, when I play with my mother, it's much easier. The score was immediately recovered. Halfway through the race, mother said, "Don't jump too high, and don't run too far, wasting a lot of energy." But I thought my mother was trying to relax me and hit me. Later, I lost the strength to connect the ball, but my mother became more and more brave, and I was too tired to climb to the ground. There is another truth: "a good medicine tastes bitter and is good for illness, but advice when unpleasant is good for action."
In this little badminton competition, I can find two truths. Suppose there are two reasons for one thing. Suppose we do two thousand things a month, then we can reap four thousand reasons a month. Ah! Isn't this another truth?