Coach, there you are along the way

All year round, spring, summer, autumn and winter. Subjects one to four, how many times have you sweated like rain, thank you for having you along the way. Theories are effortless and are adopted. Subject two, coach you are simply too godly. I can't pass the exam, how I want to fight! Every time I was confident, I had ten chances for five exams, and my heart was broken. Coach, every failure really can't face you. I broke the exam and you said let me re-sign up for a new coach. In fact, I really want to give up, not suitable for driving, and it is useless to change ten, a hundred, or a thousand. I feel that the reason for finding an object is that I am too stupid, afraid that the coach is afraid to the extreme, but I am so humiliated. After calming down for almost two months, I still practiced theory every day. They all say that idiots can learn, and I'm so stupid. Life is short, halfway through and lose face. A curiosity arises, how many times can an idiot like me pass subject two. The driving school suggested that I change coaches, in fact, which coach am I afraid of? Coach, you took me for so long that you almost gave up. Want to ask the coach, are you really giving up on me? Are you determined not to let me learn to drive? Because you got angry and said, let me change coaches. I always think that the coach has worked hard for so long, I am so serious, hard, the test is broken, you and I are in vain. How many times do I need to try? Ten times not, a hundred times, a thousand times, do not learn to drive really do not know how stupid they are? The coach reluctantly agreed to practice before the exam, it doesn't matter, how much practice is done? If you can't get over it, let nature take its course! It rained heavily on the day of the exam, and those who had taken the exam were all unqualified. I don't hold out any hope, because of the rain, the rearview mirrors, the windshield can't see at all. Really like a fool random walk around, the worst result, hang up on it! How about one more time? Slowly go on with feeling, never thinking about whether it is good or bad. Finally the project is completed, and passing the exam seems to be someone else's exam cart broadcasting. Slowly and steadily drove back to the starting point, without a trace of happiness. I want to go home, let me tell you later! Just out of the exam door, the coach's call came. Later, I learned how much the coach wanted the trainees to pass the exam! Finally it was over, it was better after it was over, and the mood seemed to be relieved. Practice subject three, you greet the head in front, one lap a day. Your annoyance point makes you practice two more days and two laps. I looked at you with trepidation, and you said that it was all like this. I think I'm a little bolder on the road, maybe better than subject two. The coach said, don't blow it, say it scares you to death. Later, it was indeed a habitual hanging section, coach you are half immortal, say anything I can fall into the whirlpool. The fourth time I practiced, I needed courage. Thinking that you will definitely not let me practice, whether to try or not to try is my business, and whether you agree or not is your business? Unexpectedly, you actually agreed and practiced a little more. Accidentally seeing your face, the once young, handsome coach seems to be much older, and the crow's feet in the smile can be clearly seen. Coaches worked hard and met students like me. Practicing the car will definitely not add to the chaos, but it is habitual to hang up the subject. If I break out of the third subject, I pack up my mood and re-register. The coach has been with him all year round, experiencing severe cold and heat, but it is such a cruel situation, why is it so embarrassing? On the day of the exam, I posted a signature action in the circle of friends: Come on! Come on! Come on! The coach saw it too, and the cheering expression encouraged me. Line 4, I also hung up. With full concentration and concentration, there is only one brave heart in it, good or bad. Seeing the state of death as a homecoming, I am not afraid to hang up. Bravely stride forward, focus on playing, and let go of the bad results, as long as today is a wonderful day. Squint your eyes and walk around, get off the car and move Ma Li to close the door, no previous caution, waiting for the make-up exam! The system broadcasts the exam passed, really can't believe it, did not play well very casually actually passed. Always very careful always hang up, drunk it! The coach is still that sentence, and finally it has passed! Always trying to send me away, but always in front of your eyes. Like subject two, if you don't hold out hope, you just walk around as usual. Relax and believe in yourself, win and work wonders. Coach, thank you sincerely! Wind and rain, there are you along the way! Grateful heart, thanks to you, accompanied by my life let me have the courage to be myself. Coach, you've worked hard!