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Today I went on a morning run with mom and dad.  　　First I was shouted out to get up at six o'clock. I was so angry that I wanted to sleep until tomorrow, but there was no way, I could only get up silently and reluctantly get up, whimpering, my up is going to explode. After five seconds of silence, I began to reflect: First, my mother is too powerful, I can't beat it, but I will steal the chicken and not peck the rice, and I will be knocked down by the "wild storm". Third, even if this is the case, my father will say mine, or it is better to be cautious. So I got out of bed with this in mind and went for a morning run. 　　Along the way my mood is not very good, perhaps because I have to get up, when it comes to running, I am very miserable, because I have no strength in the morning, I can only run while walking, and then my mother really can't see it, directly pull me, running and running, feeling much better, after my unremitting efforts, I finally succeeded in stumbling and climbing around the South Lake Park after four laps, after running after the step, I felt very happy, got up and got up and what, all walked "lost". Then we went to breakfast, our family ate a total, three cages of soup to drink N bowls of soy milk, after eating we went home happily. 　　After running, we have a white truth: everything is difficult at the beginning, as long as you persist, you can succeed.