随着游泳教练那熟悉的哨声,我无奈地一头跳入水中,吃力地拍打着水面。50米、100米、150米……我想越游越远,逃离教练的视线,逃离每天疲惫的训练。可远处我仿佛看到了一艘渔船、一位老人、一张空空的网……老人熟练地撒下渔网开始捕鱼,一天过去了可他一无所获。日复一日他都这样努力地撒网,却两手空空回家。虽然我还不能 As the swimming coach that familiar whistle, I reluctantly plunged into the water, struggling to tap the water. 50 meters, 100 meters, 150 meters ... ... I think the more travel farther away from the coach’s sight, escape from the exhausted training every day. In the distance I seem to see a fishing boat, an old man, an empty net ... ... The old skilled sodden fishing nets began fishing, one day passed but he found nothing. Day after day, he tried to cast his net so hard but went home empty handed. Although I still can not