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Please write an essay under the title "A Gift that Moves Me".
(1) Choose your own angle and intention.
(2) In addition to poetry and drama, self-selected style, articles of not less than 600 words, plagiarism is strictly prohibited.
(3) The real names of people, schools and places shall not appear in the text.

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There are many kinds of gifts in the world, some of which make you pleasing to the eye and brighten your eyes; some gifts that make you feel like a spring breeze and a vibration. I prefer spiritual gifts to material gifts.
When I was in elementary school, I loved to play badminton, and every weekend after I finished my homework, I would "fight" with my father for a few rounds. After a round of "fighting", My father has long become my "defeated general". I remember that summer evening, the rain was clear, the sun was shining, the air was fresh, and it was time to "fight" badminton. So, we came to the playground, and when my father and I were playing vigorously and winning or losing, an uncle who had been watching for a long time came over and claimed to be a professional badminton coach.
"You're tall and quick to catch the ball, but you still need to improve in terms of skill, go to me and play." Progress faster! He said and pointed to a group of people who were playing. Dad encouraged me: It's okay, go try it!
After I went, I found myself both excited and shy. An older brother came up to me and took my hand and asked me to try it. "But... But I'm still a novice! I said timidly. Boy, the stadium is the battlefield, you can only enter and can not retreat! "Uncle saw my thoughts and threw me a sharp look. I threw a grateful look at him and hurried into battle.
The first time I played professionally, there were a lot of problems, either to hit the line, or to not cross the net. alas! At first, my teammates thought that I was a novice and wouldn't care too much, but the more I got, the more nervous I became, the more nervous I became, and the more panicked I became, the more nervous I became. This has been a vicious circle. Several of my teammates were also dissatisfied with my performance, and the sound of complaints mixed with the coach's harsh whistle hurt my noisy brain. I was in a hurry, and my brain went blank.
"Don't be nervous, pay attention to how others play, learn a little bit, take your time, find skills." It was my uncle, Bole who invited me to play, and he always had a smile like the afternoon sun on his face, and his eyes full of confidence were like the shade of a summer tree. This look gave me strength and confidence.
Under his guidance, I began to use all my strength, smashing, counter-hooking, jumping balls... The opponents who played were turning around, and under my series of fishing balls and smashing attacks, there was only the momentum of parry, and there was no power to fight back. At this time, he threw an appreciative look at me, "Boy, do things with hard work, not afraid of losing, brave to win!" ”
On the way home, Dad gave me a thumbs up.
Thank you for giving me this spiritual encouragement, which I have treasured, and I will treasure this special gift and let it contribute to my growth path.
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