I used to be so inattentive. While playing tennis, I thought for a while: there is still a lot of homework to write; After a while, I thought: what to eat at midnight snack today; Or, just listen to the conversation between my mother and my colleague ... in short, when I play tennis, it seems that I think of everything except tennis. And this problem, I actually got rid of it in yesterday's tennis class.

When I was in tennis class yesterday, I was my favorite and most afraid coach Jia. I like it because she is kind, good-natured, can play ball and serve, and is a female coach. And fear, because I like her, afraid that she is not satisfied with me at all, afraid that she doesn't like me.

At first, she gave the ball slowly, slowly and lightly. Therefore, I don't need to put my heart and soul into it. I can easily handle the ball I hit. After playing for a while, my energy began to "disperse in dense formation", and my left ear heard "Gazelle ..." "Really? So confident. " Well, my mother praised me again. I thought so, so I said to my mother, "Mom, what did you say about me?" Oh, yes, I'm hungry. What shall I eat tonight? "My mother also answered my question with interest.

Not good! The coach adjusted a frontcourt ball. This distance is too far for me. I rushed to the front of the net, didn't have time to brake, and almost hit the net. "Come again!" The coach yelled at me. I obediently ran back to the bottom line, spat out my tongue and said to myself, I won't make similar mistakes again.

I don't know what I have is lip service, and then I hit it twice, and my thoughts were taken away again.

"Well, the result is not very good, how should I volunteer? ..... Also, I owe two compositions, essays and essays. How to write them? ..... ""Look out! " There was another loud cry, and the ball almost reached my mother's head and wiped her head.

"Never mind, come again!" Coach Jia told me. She shook her head gently. This tiny detail was captured by my eyes. No way! Why can't I concentrate? Why should I let the coach shake his head at me and be disappointed in me? I thought about it and made up my mind to concentrate once.

Strangely, when I set my goal only on a small green ball, my nerves seemed to be caught by it. My eyes are only fixed on this small goal, which can be said to be a state of "never leaving". Every time the ball flies, I say to myself, "focus, focus, focus!" " I don't listen to the conversation between my mother and my colleagues, but try to "close my ears". Strangely, when I do this, I really can't seem to hear all the voices. I don't even think about the coach's opinion, look at the coach's expression or ponder the coach's psychology. In my eyes, there is only that ball!

"Have a drink!" The coach told me that it meant playing a basket of balls. Just ... finished? I'm a little skeptical. However, looking at the empty basket and the balls scattered on the ground, I believed it. I tried my best when I played this basketball. When there is only a ball in my world, I suddenly have a sense of accomplishment.

I used to think that it would be more rewarding to think about things while playing ball, but now it seems that it is simply not worth the candle. When I turned my head to look at all the achievements, I felt happier than before. Learning to play ball is no longer like dealing with errands. When I saw the coach's satisfied smile. I finally came to the conclusion that concentration can make people feel full and happy.

Since concentration is so good, of course, I should learn to concentrate in more aspects and fully appreciate the happiness that concentration brings me.