Wait for One More Week
The thing I wanted to happen didn't arise today. It's my most afraid thing-800-metre race. When I heard this new, I almost wanted to scream for too happy and also wanted to die for too disappear. The sword has two sides, the matter had two great effective on me too. In this month, the whole universities in Guangzhou are carrying the honest campaign; do you think my tennis teacher is honest? He committed we would have our 800-metre test this week, and the week before last week he also promised we would have our test in last week. He broke his words twice, how can I believe him the third? Is he not honest? He needs change?
Today, I think my tennis teacher praised me. When I hit the ball, he said some good in the other side to me. And then he came to my side and watched my show for a couple of minutes and asked me "Have you attended the tennis league?" My answer was of course not. So he said "Your movement is all right, until your pat throw in front of you, you take the pat back too fast, you must take back in this way." At the same time, he held my hand and taught me sever times in the right way. I never imagined this chance would shoot at me. At that moment, I realized my hard work got a good result at last. My extra practices let me reach my goal! Thought now I am still not very perfect, yet I get a prize instead of a shout, that means a success. While this kind of success is not my first aid, yet it maybe the first step of my great dream. Life is not easy for any of us; we must work hard everyday. A step can't reach the sky. The ways leading to dream are full of difficulty. ¡xrspook no te rajes! The great success will come to you one day.
In the English classes, we translated Chinese into English. The teacher taught us some skills. At that moment, I knew my English was so poor, the sentences I could translate, but all in a very ugly ways. The sentence has great Chinese feeling, not a native English, also not a normal English. The English has a strong own manner, the manner just myself can confer, also it means it's a wrong one. And from next week, all of us will have to stand on the platform to have our own topic. Topic, topic, topic, I hate it! In high school I met too many that thing. Although this time our content of our presentation is design by us, I don't like it either.
Every other day I write an English daily, is it enough?
