In my past life, there were many moments that I couldn't forget, happy, sad and angry. . . . . . . But the most unforgettable moment for me is learning to ride a bike.
When I was a child, I watched people riding bicycles to and from work on the road, and I was envious. I thought, "How cool and comfortable it is to ride a bike on the road, ride a bike uphill and ride a bike around!" But I can't ride it yet, so I'm going to find my father and ask him to teach me. Dad said to me, "son, do you really want to learn?" You can't learn to ride a bike in a day or two. It takes perseverance and perseverance. ""I really want to learn, I will learn! "I promised my father.
So my father bought me a small bike and taught me in the yard. Dad showed it to me first. I followed my dad's instructions, stepping on the springboard and holding the faucet. Dad protected me from behind the car. When I was about to leave, my father told me, "Be calm and keep your balance." When I set out, my bike pulled out askew, and my father was behind me to protect me, but I was still very nervous, my heart was pounding, and I felt that my head had never called me. I want to turn left, it turns right, I want to turn right, it turns left, I can't easily control the bicycle's walking route. Suddenly, the bike lost control and fell to the ground with a bang. I cried. Dad came running. I am sad. I pulled up my pants to show my father. The skin on my knee is worn out. My father comforted me and said, "You are a man. Be strong. Fall and come back. " At this time, my heart is like a devil and an angel. One said, "Give up, it may hurt more if you ride again." One said, "Persistence is victory. The first time I rode such a long distance, I couldn't learn anything at once. " Yes, I can't be laughed at. I will stick to it. Thinking of this, I stood up, wiped my tears, patted the dust on my pants, got on the bike again, held the faucet, pushed my left foot back, then quickly stepped on the pedal, kicked my feet hard, and the bike drove out, but I was still a little nervous. I've been comforting myself, trying to calm down. When we reached about 10 meter, the bicycle got out of control again. "Always keep an idea, don't give up, I stood up again, got on the bike, and rode out, not so crooked, 5 meters, 10 meters, 15 meters, 20 meters. . . . . . I finally stopped falling and didn't need my father's protection. I ride my bike easily, play in the yard and compete with the children.
At that moment, I was proud and excited. I finally learned to ride a bike. Learning to ride a bike taught me a truth: failure is the mother of success! No matter what you do, you must have perseverance!
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