中學生英語文章

Never give up

Nothing is difficult if you put your heart on it. Nothing is easy if you don’t try your best.

We often hear people say, “Never give up.” This can be encouraging words and words of determination. A person who believes in them will keep trying to reach his goal no matter how many times he fails. In my opinion, the quality of determination to succeed is an important one to have. Therefore, I believe that we should never give up.

One reason is that if we give up too easily, we will rarely achieve anything. It is not unusual for us to fail in our first attempt at something new, so we should not feel discouraged and should try again. Besides, if we always give up when we fail, we will not be able to develop new skills and grow as people. Another reason we should never give up is that we can learn from our mistakes only if we make a new effort. If we do not try again, the lesson we have learned is wasted. Finally, we should never give up because as we work to reach our goals, we develop confidence, and this confidence can help us succeed in other areas of our lives.

Probably the greatest example of persistence is Abraham Lincoln. Born into poverty, Lincoln was faced with defeat throughout his life. He lost eight elections, twice failed in busineand suffered a nervous breakdown.

He could have quit many times - but he didn't and because he didn't quit, he became one of the greatest presidents in the history of our country.

Lincoln was a champion and he never gave up.

In short, it is important that we don’t give up when working for our goals. Whether we succeed in the end or not, we will learn something, and what we learn will help us to become better, more confident people. Furthermore, if we give up, we have no chance of attaining our goals, but if we keep trying, there is always a chance that we will succeed one day.Thank you very much!

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There are few opportunities for me to physically go out of my city for sightseeing, and even fewer to take part in a tourist group. Such an occasion came when

I was invited to a day trip to Wujiaqu, or Five Family Creek, a new farm-turned

city 32 km away from Urumqi to which I’d never been before. Without the least

hesitation I accepted the invitation.

It was an outing organized by the local disabled persons’ federation. A 30-strong party of “special citizens” and their caretakers, it was a “special group

” consisting of people with cerebral palsy, polio, and permanent spinal cord injuries. A few sat in wheelchairs, some leaned on crutches, and still some limped around with their heads and hands turning and wringing at odd angles. They could create an attraction unique in its own! But each and every one of them wore

a happy face and talked animatedly with one another as I joined the lot on April 30, 2009.

“Disabled” has always been a harsh word to me, however subconsciously admitted

I am to the fact that I belong to that “lot.” I was brought up in a world of

“normal people.” There is literally nothing I cannot do in my parents’ loving care. The use of the Internet and the grasp of the English language have pushed me even further away from the consciousnethat I am disabled. Right this

moment when I, for the second time, stood in the cool morning air with the “lot

” waiting for the charted bus, I became more than ever conscious of my “nervous problems,” and an hour of waiting seemed like an eternity.

Finally the bus arrived. I went on board with my mother and chose a seat by the

window in the second row. The engine started when everyone was seated with all

the wheelchairs secured in the aisle. From an attractive midget young lady two

seats away on my right, I retrieved my glance and focused it on the window. Past corn fields, vineyards, and vegetable plantations, the bus came to a halt one

hour later in what looked like a small parking lot of a scenic spot called “The 4th Annual Exhibition of Tulips.”

Tulips! Tulips! Noble, graceful, attractive plants they are! Why is it that a plant looks to me almost like a gentle young lady? Ask Thumbelina from one of my picture books Mother used to read me when I was young – which depicted

a pretty girl climbing out of a tulip-like flower I have loved tulips ever since, but was never given a chance to get a real-life sight of them until now….

But it was not until the bus, with tremendous difficulty, maneuvered a few feet

closer to the entrance some 30 minutes later, did I get off to catch my first glimpse at my favorite flower.

Arranged in crescent beds are patches of red and yellow dazzling under the blazing sun. Despite the warning “Stay where you are and we will have a group photo

taken in a moment,” my legs take me to the nearest bed. Bending down, I fix my gaze at one particular tulip, which holds its six red petals on an upstanding

stem. Around the stem sprouted several half-folded triangular leaves like two little hands posed as if to support the stem and the flower. Inside the petals there is no little Thumbelina to be found but a tiny golden pistil standing up straight on purple and yellow star-patterned velvet, bracing itself up for the sun

’s and my glare.

“Attention. Time to take the photo!” Comes a shout from the crowd behind. Obediently I turn around and squeeze into a pool of standers for one unified “Cheese!” And then a real tour of tulips begins.

Along a tree-lined road there are red, yellow, pink, orange, magenta, crimson, cream, snowy white, pearly silver, dark purple, light gold, and rosy claret – the only colors I know by their names. They, together with a wide array of color

combinations – magenta-yellow, red-white, purple-silver, pink-gold, to name a few, creates a world of colors. Tottering on the brick-wide path laid amidst the

flowers, I am turned into a clumsy butterfly in a search for the perfect patch

of tulips. This lot is charming, I yell to my mom and the companions. No, wait

, I think this one is even better…, I decide hesitantly. In the end I, dazzled

by an overwhelming effort of tulips to show off their tints and hues, haul down

my wings and come to a conclusion that it’s real hard to find one group superior to any other, for every color, every pattern they exhibit is a creation of Nature – created long before preference and prejudice were ever known to mankind.

To share something good with your friends doubles your happiness. I find this saying quite weak when I see one of my wheelchair-bound friends shooting flowers

with a DV. He is a handsome man in his late thirties. Ten years ago he broke his neck in a terrible work accident and has been left paralyzed since.

“Wow, I wish I could have a camera like this.” I walk over and ask, “Is this

a disc-type?”

“Yep, 40GB.” He replies with a smile.

His smile makes my happinegrow by at least five times.

“You’d like to take a picture of yourself?” Mother good-naturedly asks one of the teammates with severe polio. To my surprise, he replies with an enthusiastic nod. His next move makes me gasp. In a struggle he stands up with one crooked leg and pushes his wheelchair away. One hand in the pocket and the other hand holding a bottle of water, he croaks, “I’m ready.”

It was nearly 3 o’clock that we finally reached the other end of the road, where all the members had a nice meal of fish. By 4:30, we hopped on the bus ready

to go back home.

Every one was tired and sleepy on the return trip – except me. In silence I stared at the running landscape through the window. Everything returned to the “

normal” color – unattractive green and gray. A strange thought flashed through my mind. Could all those tulips be seen as “strange”, “abnormal”, or “disabled?” They could, in fact, as long as they kept their natural differences.

Would they ever feel ashamed of their unique appearances had they been given a

thinking mind?

“This is all your fault! I should have been much taller and would not have had

all this misery!” Suddenly, this exchange of a parent-daughter conversation rang in my ears, as I looked over to the midget young lady, who had her MP3 player plugged into her ears and apparently enjoyed music she loved.

“No, Tulip,” I would say to any tulip who felt sad about being abnormal, “You

are just being attractively different, not disabled. For every Thumbelina, there is one special tulip to sleep in. It’s nothing wrong to be special, but it’

d be all wrong to be perfectly normal.”

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