When I was five years old, my father was invited by his old friend to take me to Hangzhou to play. We go to Genshanmen by bus. Dad says our destination is West Lake, and we have to walk there.
I was like a bolt from the blue, thinking: Go? How long is this road! Aren't you exhausted when you get there? I tried my best to avoid this tragedy. At the same time, my father took a firm step. I was helpless and had to follow him. Before long, I collapsed under the tree by the roadside. My father squatted down to educate me: "life is a contest of endurance, which can be compared to a marathon." Only persistence can win. It doesn't matter whether you are tired or not. You can take a small step and take a big step in the morning and evening. "
Hearing this, I nodded. I stood up and looked at the road ahead. Golden sunshine filled the whole road. The young trees are swaying in the breeze, and the leaves are rubbing as if clapping for me. I took a deep breath, lifted my thin right leg, stepped forward, walked through the shade and walked down firmly. My left leg followed suit. ...
On the road of life, I finally took this step. Although this step is small, it has gone through weakness. Although this step is small, it overcomes the difficulties; Although this step is small, it makes me gain the truth that persistence is victory; Although this step is small, it has changed my life.
Since then, whenever I encounter difficulties, I always think of this experience and recall my father's good words. I insist that one small step at a time can always make a qualitative leap. I firmly believe that the road of life is broad because of persistence. Sticking to this bridge will surely take me through the difficulties and lead me to the other side of victory.