许多年前的一个下午,我驱车去接母亲下班,因为我到的稍微有点早,就把车停在路边,等待母亲出来。路边有一个小小的公园,透过车子的右窗,我看见公园里有个小男孩,大约两岁的样子。他在草地上自由地跑来跑去,他的妈妈坐在不远处的石椅上看着他。小男孩净爽的脸上挂着灿烂的微笑,没有任何忧愁和顾虑,他欢快地跑动着。很快,小男孩便摔倒在了草地上,他毫不犹豫地爬起来,也不回头看妈妈,接着又和之前一样跑起来,又摔倒了,再爬起来接着跑,笑容始终挂在他脸上,仿佛什么事都没发生过。我想,当他摔倒的时候,他一定不会把这种跌倒视为失败,相反,他可能在潜意识里把它当成了一种自然的锻炼,他觉得必须要一次又一次地尝试,接受一次又一次的锻炼, One afternoon many years ago, I drove to meet her mother after get off work, because I was a little early, parked the roadside, waiting for her mother to come out. There is a small roadside park, through the right window of the car, I saw a little boy in the park, about two years old. He ran freely on the grass, his mother sitting on a stone bench not far from him. Little boy clean bright face hung bright smile, without any sorrow and concern, he ran happily. Soon, the little boy fell on the grass without hesitation. He did not hesitate to climb up and never look back at her mother. Then he ran up again and fell again. Then he climbed up and ran, his smile always hanging on His face, as if nothing happened. I think when he falls, he will not treat the fall as a failure, on the contrary, he may subconsciously see it as a natural exercise, he felt that we must try again and again to accept Time and again exercise,