In one's life, there are successes and failures. Perhaps failure accounts for 99%, while success only accounts for 1%, so success is valuable and the taste of success is unusual. I have succeeded, and I have tasted success.

When I was a child, I went to learn swimming once. I thought it was easy, but I didn't expect it to be easy. Grandpa jumped into the swimming pool first, and I stood on it and dared not get into the water. Grandpa encouraged me to say, "Don't be afraid, try in the water. You can't learn to swim without going into the water. " . With grandpa's encouragement, I got into the water, but the water just passed my chest and I felt the pressure of the water. It squeezed my stomach and it took a lot of effort to catch my breath. I don't know what to do with my nose. It's hard for me to breathe in. I just gasped with my mouth open, as if to swallow something, which was very uncomfortable. Later, I learned to walk in the water. I thought learning to swim was no big deal. As long as I breathe deeply, my body will float easily. A few more planing and paddling, and I will "sail before sailing". But my legs seem to be filled with lead, so it is difficult to lift them. First of all, learn to hold your breath in the water. My whole head is in the water, and I will take a sip of water if I am not careful. I can hold my breath for about 20 seconds. I think I will continue to work hard and move forward to 30 seconds. Then I began to learn the basic skills of swimming. My hands paddle around from the middle, my feet dance back and forth, and I have to hold my breath. I just fluttered two or three times, and I feel good and a little proud. At this time, I feel my body slowly sinking. So, my heart panicked and my hands and feet were all messed up, and then I took a sip of water, which was really uncomfortable. Later, grandpa helped me, pulled me ashore and said to me, "Your problem is the result of uncoordinated breathing, paddling and kicking." As long as you stick to it, you can succeed. " I am no longer discouraged and firmly believe that "a pestle can also be ground into a needle". I am determined to get into the water again and must learn to swim. I took a deep breath, plunged into the water, and rowed up bit by bit according to my grandpa's instructions. Sure enough, grandpa taught me the essentials very effectively, so I insisted on swimming. At that moment, I tasted success.

Later, when my grandparents saw that I could swim, they all praised my ability, and I began to feel complacent myself. At this time, Grandpa wanted to strike while the iron was hot, so he quickly taught me backstroke and let me learn another swimming method. Of course, I also learned backstroke. I was very happy on the way home, because I tasted success.