when I was a child, I often saw my neighbor's big friend riding a bike on the playground, and I was envious. It was not until the summer vacation of grade three that my dream finally came true.
My father and I pushed the car to the playground and learned to ride a bike. Dad said, "If you want to learn to ride a bike, you must first know how to ride a bike. Riding a bike is to hold the handle with both hands, with one foot on the pedal and the other on the ground. You should also pay attention to the fact that your body should lean to the right." I did as my father told me, but it was beside the point. I almost flipped over. I practiced for a while, and I was sweating profusely, but at this moment, a motto flashed in my mind: "Nothing is difficult for a willing mind". I stood up and continued to practice, and everything pays off. Sure enough, I learned to ride a car.
the hardest thing is riding a bike. Dad told me the essentials: "When riding a bike, you should sit upright, look straight ahead, grasp the direction with your hands and exert yourself with your feet. In short, your eyes, hands and feet should coordinate with each other." But I was a little scared in my heart: "What if I fall?" Dad smiled and said: "Nothing, I'll hold you behind. Don't be afraid, just ride forward! " I got on the bus with a grain of salt. It went well at first, but then. Dad boldly let me go. As soon as I found out, my heart suddenly became hairy. I want to get off, but I don't know how to get off; Keep riding, and I was in a hurry and broke out in a cold sweat. At this moment, the car actually danced in a serpentine dance, and I was walking like a cloud, leaning over and falling down. I failed the first time. I failed the second, third and fourth times, and I was discouraged. Dad came up to me and said, "Children, heroes come from risks, but heroes come from waves.". Yes, how can plum blossom smell fragrant without some freezing cold?
I thought to myself, "Hum, I can't believe it. I can't conquer this little bike by myself. Practice!" I got up the courage to climb on the bike again and ride it. It's really difficult to ride this bike! Although I can ride it, I'm really drunk. After practicing for a long time, I still draw water with a bamboo basket-nothing! Hey. I piled my bike aside angrily. Go up to dad and say, "I don't want to ride a bike anymore." My father said to me earnestly, "We should finish what we started, not give up halfway." I listened to my father's words and went to school on my bike again.
"Be brave"! I boldly boarded the bike, and with my sweaty hands, I grasped the handlebar calmly … once, twice, three times … successfully! After several efforts, I finally learned to ride a bike.
"Where there is a will, there is a way." Dad smiled and said, yes, as long as you have perseverance and perseverance, you can do anything. Through this cycling, I learned that a drop of water can penetrate a stone, and everything will come naturally.
My first time riding a bike
There are too many firsts in my life, like the stars in the sky, which are countless. However, there is only one first time that always makes me remember. Every time I think about it, I can't help laughing.
Last winter vacation, my old uncle gave me a brand-new bike, and I immediately jumped three feet with joy.
I took the bike and carefully helped it to the door. There is a big clearing in front of my house, which is the last place to learn to ride a bike. I called my grandpa loudly and asked him to teach me to study.
The exercise started. At first, Grandpa taught me to sit on it. Then he held the handle and the mount, so I tried to step on it. However, the wheel head was like a naughty child. It always refused to listen to me. It automatically turned left and right, which almost caused me to fall. After several repetitions, grandpa was already sweating and couldn't walk. When my mother saw me like this, she told me to learn to ride a car first. Riding a car means holding the handle with both hands, stepping on one foot and retracting the other. Then my mother made several demonstrations. Then I learned to walk the car according to my mother's movements, hey, not bad! At least it wasn't as tiring as it was just now. Over and over again, slowly, I quickly learned to drive. But I was always afraid to get on the bus. At this moment, my father came back. When he saw that I had learned to ride a car, he said with a mysterious smile, "I can ride a car by myself, so it's easy to ride it." After listening to my father, my energy came, forcing my father to help me ride the bike. Dad approached me and helped me to the car. While helping the car, he told me: Keep your eyes on the front and step on your feet. I did as my father said. The speed increased slowly. When I looked back, my father was gone. I was in a panic. It was not good. A tree was waiting for me to hit it. I had to let out a cry and tried to turn the car around. Unfortunately, it was too late. The bike and the tree had a warm kiss, while I was lying on the ground. My father stood by, still smiling. I was about to blame him, but he said, no. Fortunately, I was not hurt. The idea of "learning today" prompted me to get up from the ground, continue the practice just now, fall down and get up again. After training for more than half an afternoon, I finally learned to ride a bike. I am so happy. I am so happy that I forget my fatigue and pain.
this is my first time learning to ride a bike. This first time, I have gained too much. First of all, I have gained. If you want to do a good job, you must first be not afraid of hardship and have perseverance, so that you will have fruit. Secondly, I have gained the love of my family. I am so happy!