An unusual thing.

I didn't go to the temple fair or travel this Spring Festival. I just insist on climbing stairs every day at home, but it is very meaningful and beneficial to me.

During the winter vacation, my father saw that I was pale, had no appetite and had no vitality, so he suggested that I get up and climb the stairs every morning to exercise. At first, I was reluctant. At my father's insistence, I reluctantly agreed to have a try.

On the morning of the first day of the first month, the north wind blew hard. I have got out of bed, put on my sneakers and ran to the corridor. As soon as I went out, a cold wind came on my face, which made me shudder and kept cursing the weather: what a cold day, what a cold day.

I kept rubbing my hands, simply moved and began to climb the stairs. I thought it was easy to run back and forth five times on the twelfth floor, so I ran up with my fastest speed. If I run too slowly, I will run two squares. I finally finished the first two laps, but it was not as easy as I thought. I kept panting, my legs were unstable and my hands were numb with cold. I covered my hands and thought, this is only two laps. I have to finish five laps.

So, I pulled myself together and ran to the third lap. First floor, second floor, third floor. . . . . . ; I counted in a low voice, and three fingers of my right hand stretched out to remind myself that I was running the third lap. I gritted my teeth and trembled. I think the stairs are like mountains, and they will never reach the top. Finally, I finished the third lap. My legs can't stand straight. I leaned against the wall and kept panting, as if this mouth and nose were not enough for me, and my throat was about to crack. My hair is already wet, and the bean-sized sweat is streaming down. I feel like I'm going to throw up, which is very uncomfortable.

I kind of want to give up, thinking: Isn't it sudden death to run again? At this time, an old man walked down the stairs, the pace was so slow, holding the wall with his hand, and it was very difficult to walk down. Seeing me, she stopped and said, "Young man, how about exercising in such a cold day?" "yes. You are amazing, I will have the strength to walk down from the twelfth floor ... "I was silent, thinking: an old man has such perseverance, not to mention me? So, I wiped my sweat and continued to run on it.

After five laps, I collapsed in my chair and lost consciousness all over. I can only hear my breathing and heartbeat.

In the days to come, I find it easier and easier to climb the five stairs on the twelfth floor. And it has become my daily habit. I have become energetic, too.

This incident made me understand a truth: it is not simple to insist on doing a simple thing because compulsion becomes habit and habit becomes nature. This is the harvest of my Spring Festival.