In a person's life, there are successes and failures. Perhaps failure accounts for ninety-nine percent, while success accounts for only one percent, so it is said that success is rare and precious, and the taste of success is also unusual. I have also succeeded, but also had a taste of success. When I was a child, I went to learn to swim once, thinking that swimming was easy, but I didn't know that it wasn't easy to learn. Grandpa first jumped into the pool, I stood on the top of the dare not go into the water. Grandpa encouraged me to say: don't be afraid, you get in the water to try, not in the water is not learn to swim. I was encouraged by my grandfather to go into the water, but the water was just below my chest and I felt the pressure of the water. It squeezed my stomach, gasping for air with a lot of force, I do not know what to do with the nose, inhalation effort, only to open the mouth to breathe, it seems to swallow something, it is very difficult. Later, I learned to walk in the water, I want to learn to swim is not a big deal, as long as the big mouth inhalation, the body will easily float up, and then planing a few times, with the foot paddling the water, will be "sailing forward. However, my legs seem to be injected with lead, and it is very hard for me to lift them up. First of all, you have to learn to hold your breath in the water, the whole head is in the water, and if you are not careful, you will eat a mouthful of water, me? I can hold my breath for about twenty seconds, I think I have to continue to work hard, to thirty seconds. Then began to learn the basics of swimming, my hands like a boat pulp from the center to all around the paddle, feet up and down dance back and forth, but also to hold their breath, just fluttered two or three times, self-consciousness is not bad, a little proud of it, when I felt the body in the slowly sinking. So, my heart panicked, hands and feet all messed up, and then took a sip of water, the taste is really bad later, grandpa to help me, pull me ashore, and said to me: "your problem is the result of breath, paddling and stirrups are not coordinated, as long as you insist on it will be able to succeed." I was no longer discouraged, and firmly believed that "an iron bar can be sharpened into a needle", I was determined to get into the water again, and I must learn how to swim. I took a deep breath, plunged into the water, and then rowed a little bit according to what my grandfather taught me. Sure enough, what Grandpa taught me worked, and I kept swimming. At that moment, I tasted success. Later, when my grandparents saw that I could swim, they all praised me, and I began to be complacent myself. At that time, my grandfather wanted to strike while the iron was hot, and hurriedly taught me the backstroke, so that I could learn another way of swimming. Of course, I learned the backstroke. I was happy all the way home because I had tasted success.