I've had many experiences in my life

There are many experiences in my life, and each experience carries my perception of life and inspiration to life. One of the most memorable or experience "jump box", it let me taste the taste of success, understand the persistence will be successful truth. It was a hot summer, dad with a hot push door in, breathing heavily said: "the park into a new batch of wooden boxes, let's go to practice! "A wooden box? Practice? Practicing what?" I feel baffling, did not wait for me to guess the connotation of my father's words, was forced by the father "kidnapped" into the steamer. Into the park, I saw a row of solid wooden boxes of different heights, like the rise and fall of the keys. "I want you to practice your strength with these boxes every day. The rule is simple: two feet up, then back down. Then up again, down again... . Do it to the music." Oh, my God, this is the first time I've ever heard of using a box for physical fitness. Besides, I can't do it with my weak frame!" As I turned to retreat, Dad grabbed me. "Where did your courage go? And you don't give up on the first try?" Father's challenge method really worked, I wipe away the heat sweat, heart a horizontal, "Good, I try." I walked quickly to the wooden box. Dad shook the phone and the music started. Although it is the experience of crossing, but the body as light as a swallow, I can easily start to step up and down, but gradually, I have been unable to bear the strength, dizzy, legs trembling, a careless almost fell down, scared my heart. Come on, the first time to enter the customs, good to stop, I turned to withdraw, at this time, the passionate powerful voice in my ears sounded "hold on, don't give up!" "The joy of conquering the mountain pass can only be achieved by bravely overcoming all difficulties." I glanced back at my dad, who waved at me as he pedaled the beat. "Yes, everything is difficult at the beginning, persistence is victory" my heart a horizontal, smiled at my father, turned around and took a step with the strength of the milk. As the frequency of the music increased, I felt the wooden box rise higher and higher, until at last it seemed as high as a mountain. I summon up the courage to step out of the leg, but the body has not been lengthened, the heart has shrunk into a ball. Now I felt the last of my strength slowly dissipating. Every time I stepped on the wooden box, I felt exhausted. Fast can't hold on, I stand dejected, helpless shook his head, in a dilemma! Dad did not speak, silently came over, reaching out to move the highest wooden box, "you are..." "Let me help you to move forward, so that it is easy to pedal?" Dad's words let me shock, rely on the help of others to succeed, this can count as victory? And whoever tries it once can easily succeed, "Go back to square one, start again!" In an instant the flame of hope that had just been extinguished was rekindled in my heart. I threw my head, clenched my fists, half crouched down, and suddenly jumped, and I made it to the last box to make the leap. I slowly recall the moment of the jump, the feeling is so wonderful, at that moment I got the joy of success. My father patted me on the shoulder and said earnestly, "The happiness of success comes from persistence and efforts. Only by bravely crossing the seemingly impossible distance can we feel the joy of success." Listening to my father's words, I nodded thoughtfully. Time flies and years pass by. Too many experiences have become blurred in my memory, but the childhood experience across, but deeply touched my heart, I know: in the experience of experience, countless hard to try is not necessarily successful, but do not want to insist, to give up trying, means forever give up success