When I was in primary school, there was an open space in front of my house.
Suddenly one day, my mother bought me a bicycle. After several times of help and instruction from my mother, I soon learned to ride a bike! In my heart, I was very proud, so I rode all over the yard and ran wildly. My mother no longer looked after me and went to do her own business.
At that time, he was still young and not afraid of anything. He was just a newborn calf and not afraid of tigers. He rode faster when his mother was away. The whirring wind flew by my ears, and the branches and branches of trees ran under the car. I was even more elated: I was born first-class in my acrobatics. I rode my bike up and down the small slope, and the car was nearly broken up by me, but I enjoyed it.
After riding for a while, I don't think it's interesting to ride on the concrete ground. The concrete is flat and smooth, and it's a bit & lsquo; rough & amp; turbulent & amp; nbsp; towards the calm bay! After thinking about it in my heart, I turned my bike around to a bumpy land, bumping wildly all the way, and the sun was shining on my body. I couldn't help immersing myself in such a world. Suddenly, the car shook and pulled me back to the reality from the enjoyment. I shook my head, threw away my fantasy, and put my energy back into cycling. Faster forward.
Suddenly, I heard my mother calling me to go home for dinner. I quickly turned around and rode home. Maybe I was too eager to ride. I accidentally bumped into the ass of an old lady in front of me. She immediately fell into a dog's excrement, and the aunt who was with her was laughing beside me. The laughter of 'giggle' sounded in my ear. I got out of the car and kept saying 'sorry, sorry, right Get up & hellip; & hellip; 'the aunt was not angry either. She got up from the ground and patted her ass and said,' it doesn't matter. You didn't mean it. 'then he left. I'm so guilty that I blush like a ripe apple.
Now, when I think back to that, I secretly warn myself to be careful and not to act boldly. But he secretly laughed, laughing at the embarrassment of the aunt who fell to the ground, at her own recklessness, and at her once young and frivolous. In my life, there are many firsts, sometimes novel, sometimes breakthrough, sometimes interest, sometimes & hellip; & hellip; everyone's first time is full of different hardships and efforts. In my impressions, the most unforgettable first time is when I learn to ride a bike.
In a cold winter, I stood on the road, waiting for my father to pick me up. I was thinking about something. Suddenly, a cold wind came. I shivered and complained that my father was not on time, which made me suffer from the cold in the wind. At this time, I saw my friend riding in the wind, she was so cool, slender body swaying in the wind & hellip; & hellip; I was fascinated, but when I didn't want to leave, my father arrived, I just reluctantly went back.
After I went back, I pestered my father to buy a bicycle, but Grandma didn't agree. She said: 'what's the use of buying a bicycle, and you can't ride it. Besides, what's the inconvenience for your father to pick you up every day. You ride a bike. We're worried. Now there are so many cars, do you dare to ride them? It's a waste of money to buy it. It's better not to buy it! 'I don't listen to grandma's lengthy "grand principle" and continue to play coquetry with my parents. Finally, my father finally bought me a bicycle. When I got it, it was time to practice my skills!
In the afternoon, I ignored the biting cold wind and practiced in a small alley near my home. I practice getting on the car first, learning that one foot is on the foot, and the other foot is on the ground, which is easy to slide. I hold the car faucet with two hands to prevent the car from falling down. At first, I was a little timid and afraid of wrestling, so I didn't dare to slide far every time. I had to support the ground with my feet after a while. Later, I gradually became courageous and could get on and off freely, but I just couldn't ride a bike and couldn't control the direction, so the car would turn upside down and give people fear.
I took off my winter coat. I was afraid that I would be too fat to ride. Although the wind was cold, I was sweating. I summoned up the courage to get on the car again and walked about 5 meters. Ah, no, I didn't control the direction and fell off the car. My legs were skinned, my hands were bleeding, and my waist was bruised by stones. I didn't say 'pain'. Instead, I struggled to get up, helped up the car again and continued to practice. One afternoon, I don't know how many times I fell and how many times I got up. Finally, I succeeded!
When I talk to my family, they don't believe it. When I prove it to them, I have an indescribable feeling in my heart. It's like chocolate, sweet and bitter in my heart, accompanying my life;
First time, unforgettable first time, hard first time, bitter first time, sweet first time! The first time, accompany us to grow up. Every first time is like a footprint, printed on the road of my growth, which verifies the ups and downs of every experience I have.
When I was in the middle class of kindergarten, I became interested in cycling. My father decided to teach me cycling in the summer vacation.
At the beginning, I learned to ride in the square. I rode in the front, and my father supported me in the back. I ride like a penguin, staggering. After a few hours, I was able to drive smoothly. I was so excited that I finally learned to ride a bike. So I told dad to let go and let me ride. Dad saw that I was stable, so he let go. At this time, I like an arrow to ride forward, I feel like a happy bird, flying in the sky. All of a sudden, I found a stone in front of me. My bike was about to hit it, but I didn't learn how to turn! Bang! 'the bike hit a stone and overturned. I fell to the ground and cried.
Dad ran to help me up. While patting the dirty things on my body, he said to me: 'a man can't cry. It doesn't matter. When you turn the corner, you should slow down so that you won't fall down. Come on, do it again! At this time, I thought to myself: 'it's so hard to learn, so I don't want to learn at all. "My father seemed to see my mind, and said to me: 'son, you can't do anything halfway, persistence is victory! 'so I learned to ride a bike again. My heart pounded and I thought, 'what if I fall again? What if I can't learn all the time? 'at this time, the little angels and demons in my heart came out. The little angel said: 'Ding Cheng, you have to remember your father's words so that you can succeed. 'the little devil said: 'you see, you've fallen so badly. You'd better not learn. 'I was in a dilemma and finally made a decision,' fight! 'I got back on my bike, pedaled it all the time, and I got up fast again. When I turned the corner, I slowed down as my father said, and it turned smoothly. Great, I finally made it! I learned to ride a bike, oh yeah!
Now, I'm a good cyclist. I can also do many special effects, such as flying in the air, drifting and turning, fast parking, etc. I found that cycling is not a difficult task. As long as you are willing to do it and stick to it, you will succeed. Life is made up of countless firsts. When I read this sentence in Yilin, I couldn't help thinking deeply: Yes, I experienced the story of playing basketball for the first time; I went through the happy journey of climbing Qingyuan mountain for the first time; I wrote down a lot of interesting things about playing table tennis for the first time & hellip; & hellip; but what I want to share with you most is the jokes I made when I rode a bicycle for the first time.
When I was in the second grade, I only knew how to ride a four-wheel bicycle. When I saw senior students riding two-wheel bicycles to and from school, I didn't need parents to pick them up. I was very envious and thought: I want to learn how to ride a bicycle, too.
Under my hard work, my father took me to the open space of the community to go to school and ride a bike. Dad held the back frame of the car with both hands and said: 'son, step up boldly. With Dad, don't be afraid. 'I quickly got into my seat and pushed the pedal with both feet. Ha ha, the car drove steadily forward. It's so comfortable to hear the wind passing by.
I thought triumphantly: No, I'm a genius. I can ride a bicycle without learning. At this time, I heard the sound of breathing behind me, and suddenly remembered that my father was still helping me push the cart. I immediately focused my attention, looking at the road ahead, clenching the handlebar with both hands and stepping on it rhythmically. Half an hour later, I feel that I have mastered the skills of cycling. I confidently said: 'dad, I want to ride a lap by myself, and you should have a good rest. "Dad wiped the sweat from his forehead and said: 'OK, be careful. '
Without my father holding on to the back rack, I felt that the bike was lighter and faster. No, there was a big tree in front of me. I was flustered and my hands trembled involuntarily. The bike began to take the's' route, and dad was so anxious that he yelled in the back: 'brake quickly. '
It was too late, it was too fast, and I didn't have time to brake. With a bang, the car crashed into the tree trunk, and I fell to the ground with stars in my eyes. I couldn't help crying. Dad ran to me, helped me up, patted the dust on my body and said: 'if you don't fall down, you can't learn to ride a bicycle. 'I nodded, bravely stepped up and drove on & hellip; & hellip;
The first time riding a bicycle, there are joy, tears, courage, cowardice, success and failure, but also bring a lot of harvest: as long as there is determination, you can go to success. Unforgettable first bicycle ride 400 words, at that time our entire community has been blowing 'bicycle wind', almost every family riding that brand-new bicycle all over the yard. I think of the old buggy at home. Although I'm not willing, I can't help it, because I can't ride it yet.
One afternoon, my father reluctantly accompanied me to learn cycling. When I saw the bike, a cold sweat oozed from my back. I seemed to think it was an insurmountable mountain. I couldn't help asking myself: 'can you learn it? 'My mind flashed from time to time: I fell on the ground like mud, my bicycle fell to one side, surrounded by people watching the crowd. I shook my head and tried my best to get rid of these ideas. Now I have to learn how to ride a bicycle. There is also such a picture: I am riding happily in the car, I gradually ride fast, my father also gradually let go, I turned back to tell my father how I felt, but suddenly I flew out, and 'PA' fell to the ground, the bicycle spinning on the ground, scattered garbage, and 'seriously injured' garbage can. Dad rushed over in a hurry and helped me up with shivering legs. How can cycling be a distraction? 'Dad said heartily. I have nothing to say.
In the evening, the wind is cool and the trees are swaying. I launched the bicycle again, this time I am very confident, one