My parents took me to Japan when I was little. I lived there for five years. 1 I came back, my Japanese was very good. "Can I do something useful with my Japanese?" I asked myself.
Then, one day last spring, I got a good opportunity (机会). Everyone was afraid of SARS, so I stayed at home with2 to do. My3brought me a Japanese book. "Why don't you translate it into Chinese? It will be better than4computer games all day." I promised to do 2,000 words each day, but soon I found 5was hard to keep the promise.
One day in May, the6was beautiful. But I couldn't go out. Those 2,000 words were still 7me. After translating only three pages, I already lost 8 in the book. I looked at it for a long time. But I couldn't make myself turn the pages. I wished I could just go outside and9 football with my friends! I counted the words again and again. I just wanted to give up. I felt as if two people were fighting10 my mind. One said, "Don't give up! Keep working hard, and you'll do well!" But then 11 said, "Go and play! It will be more fun than translating. Do your work tomorrow."
I stood up and was about to12the computer. But then I remember 13 my parents had told me," Whatever you do, don't stop halfway." I took a breath and sat down again. Once I started, it wasn't so 14.
15, when I heard that my book was published (出版), I cried. Not because I was sad, but because I had done something great and known "don't stop halfway".
