My parents took me to Japan when I was little. I lived there for five years. When I came back, my Japanese was very good. “Can I do something 1 with my Japanese?” I asked myself. I stayed at home with nothing to do. My father brought me a Japanese 2 . “Why don’t you translate it into Chinese? It will be better than playing computer games all day.” I promised to do 2,000 words each day, 3 soon I found it was hard to 4 the promise. One day in May, it was fine. But I couldn’t go out. Those 2,000 words were still 5 for me. After translating only three pages, I already lost interest in the book. How I 6 I could just go outside and play football with my friends! I counted the words again and again. I just wanted to 7 . I felt as if two people were fighting 8 my mind. One said, “Don’t give up! Keep working hard, and you’ll do well!” But then the other one said, “Go and play! It will be more 9 than translating. Do your work tomorrow.” I stood up and would 10 the computer. But then I remembered what my parents had told me: Whatever you do, don’t stop halfway. So I sat down and went on with it.