My dear friends ,what's your dumbbell?3QIcame back to my dormitory with T-shirt dreached by sweat,sitting in front ofmy computer and wondering what should I do tonight.I ended up my sittingaround with an idea of writing somethings down.The moment I lowered my head,myeyes were strikened by my skiny pale fingers.Yes,I can not deny the fact thatI’m extramely weak and silm which accounting for my gym membership.But why onearth woody,the son of workman,is

My dear friends ,what's your dumbbell?3Q
Icame back to my dormitory with T-shirt dreached by sweat,sitting in front ofmy computer and wondering what should I do tonight.I ended up my sittingaround with an idea of writing somethings down.The moment I lowered my head,myeyes were strikened by my skiny pale fingers.Yes,I can not deny the fact thatI’m extramely weak and silm which accounting for my gym membership.But why onearth woody,the son of workman,is so emaciated?And what’s worse,my dad willnever understand why I waste my time and energy on the dumbbell.On thecontrary.My father would spend his on drills and hammers which makes adifference to the world.my sad conclusion is that striving for the selfishambition in vain.While exhexerting oneself to work for the whole make youstronger.My dear friends ,what's your dumbbell?