Feather war composition 1 ding ... Ding's bell rings like a wind chime. We rushed out of the classroom like caged birds and went straight to the playground! The playground is really lively! Some play badminton, some skip rope and some play basketball. ...
Look! The badminton war has begun, two against two. Only the player of Party A 1 held the racket tightly with his left hand and his head shifted to the left. Player No.1 of Party B is completely different from Player No.1 of Party A. He holds the racket easily and has a smile on his mouth, as if to say, "We will definitely win this game."
At the beginning of the war, Party B jumped to his feet, threw the ball up and hit the other side hard with his racket, as fast as lightning. Party A is also very strong. He jumped lightly and caught the ball, as nimble as a swallow. Party A jumped up again, threw the ball into the sky, made a rotation of 180 degrees, hit it hard with the racket, and then landed with a shiny back flip. It's perfect!
Party B was caught off guard by this ball, which rushed over like an eagle, passed through the racket and fell to the ground like a meteorite. In this second, the whole audience was silent, and a pin could be heard falling. The next second, there was warm applause from the audience.
After the war, Party A got 1-0. I danced with joy as if I were going to jump into the sky, and my heart was as sweet as honey.
Badminton Wars Composition 2 Have you ever played badminton? Have you ever played? I believe you. However, some people may not have played it! Then let me introduce them. If you are interested, let's listen to it together!
After finishing my homework today, my father suddenly said, "Comrades, let's play badminton!" " "As soon as I heard this, I ran out of the room and said," Where's the racket? Where's the ball? "Dad said lazily," it's not your turn yet; "I want the lady next to you to play with me." I was depressed and thought: Let's be an honest audience! So I sat quietly on the bench, slowly waiting for a fierce badminton war to begin. ...
Here we go. Here we go. Dear friends, let's watch it together! I saw my father holding the ball majestically on the battlefield, and my mother did not show weakness; In the first game, mom won! Then, in the second and third scenes ... suddenly, there was a "crash". Guess what? It turns out that dad's player used too much force and broke the glass jacket of our lamp! Mom and dad were shocked, and I was scared in a cold sweat ... After a long time, dad said, "What are you looking at? Aren't there two more? If it breaks, buy it! It doesn't matter what you play! " Dad is really addicted to playing, so he has to announce the game again.
Tomorrow, at sunset, when my homework is finished, the badminton game will start again. ...
Badminton Wars Composition 3 The sky is clear in Wan Li today. Wang Zihan and I played badminton together, and we had a good time. You scored a goal for me, which is very interesting.
At half past two in the afternoon, a knock at the door woke me up. I opened it and it was Wang Zihan! Dragged him into my house at once. I asked him, "Let's play badminton together!" Wang Zihan replied: "Good!" I took out a badminton racket from the cupboard, one for him and one for me. I took out my badminton and the game started!
I threw the ball into the air and waved it with my racket, but I was shocked to see him posing for the ball. He saw the badminton coming, and with a wave of his racket, the ball flew to me again. What a powerful serve! I was caught off guard. As a result, I failed the racket. I served again. I took the ball and waved. The ball flew out as if there was no shadow. The ball was served well. I jumped up and said excitedly, just when I was happy, the ball turned and flew towards me. I'll be ready soon. With a wave of my hand, the ball flew to Wang Zihan and his racket was broken. As a result, he did not receive it. I said to him, "If you play badminton for fitness, won't you lose the ball?" Stand up and continue to play. " Sure enough, my words gave him motivation. He stood up and handed me the ball. In this way, the two of us fought ball by ball!
Let's play for a while and have a rest. Full of fun! This badminton match is so happy that I can't forget it for a long time!
Activity is like life, and action is not as good as heart. -inscription
I am a person who loves sports, such as playing football, basketball and badminton, but what I like best is ordinary badminton.
On Sunday afternoon, it was sunny, and my mother and I were idle at home. What are we doing? I just thought about it and had a good idea in an instant. I excitedly said to my mother, "Why don't we have a badminton decisive battle?" Mother said loudly at a side: "Great! I have not been active for a long time. " I quickly found out my badminton bag and took out my badminton and racket.
My mother and I went to the "battlefield", and there were beautiful flowers beside the "battlefield". Come on! My mother and I have serious expressions on our faces. I took a badminton racket and threw it into the air. With a wave of my racket in the air, the ball flew to my mother's territory. Mother found that she couldn't catch the ball and had to let the badminton land freely. My mother took the ball aside in frustration and prepared to attack me. My mother waved an "eighteen-handed dragon" in the air and caught me off guard. Come again if it's okay! I shouted.
I picked up the badminton and gave my mother a 300-60 degree rotating "monkey eats peach". The ball flew over a river and ran to my mother. Mom didn't show weakness and played for an hour and a half. Finally, I won. We are all sweating. We picked up a basin of water and put our heads in. At this time, the sky is colorful, and the sunset glow shows a smiling face.
This is my favorite sports activity, from which I learned that as long as I persist, I can win. The same is true of study!
My summer vacation is a sea of joy, full of many happy memories. These memories are like colorful waves, decorating my summer vacation life. Among them, the badminton match between me and my mother is one of the colorful waves, which always appears in my mind.
That day, the weather was a little gloomy. I sat at my desk in a daze and didn't know what to do. At this moment, my mother came in and whispered in my ear. "What are you doing? At a loss How about we go downstairs and play badminton? " "Yes!" I jumped three feet in excitement, and there was a good show!
When we went downstairs, our pk began. My mother served first, and I beat her up. The ball landed like an arrow, which caught my mother off guard. In this way, just when I 15: 9 was ahead of my mother, the ball seemed to deliberately avoid my racket. Either I can't catch badminton at all, or the badminton fell to the edge of the racket and then fell to the ground. That's it, 18: 2 1, I lost the first game.
In the second game, I stepped up my attack and hit my mother back and forth. She has no time to catch the ball, or she can't serve the net. I always thought my mother let me go on purpose. I don't care whether I like it or not. I beat my mother 2 1: 13 in the second game.
In the last game, the beaten mother was listless. Needless to say, everyone guessed the result. I reversed my mother and won by 2: 1 At this point, my heart exploded with flowers, full of joy. I also made a face at my mother: Mom, your "badminton king" is hopeless.
Happy time is always short, and the game is over before you know it. Listen to the next decomposition.
A clear sky in Wan Li, a fragrant Saturday. The sky is as blue as water. Before the badminton match, my parents and I climbed to the top of the mountain.
At the foot of the mountain, we agreed who would arrive at the top of the mountain at the latest and who would treat us to breakfast. I said to my parents, "The first place is mine. After that, I bravely climbed to the top of the mountain, and my parents chased me after me. One minute passed, about half an hour later, we almost reached the top of the mountain and were all ready to sprint. Finally, my mother reached the top of the mountain, and my mother invited me and my father to have breakfast. My mother and father are very happy. Although my mother won the third place, she was not discouraged. She continued to work hard in order to catch up with us in the future. Then began an important link, badminton war. We each took out badminton rackets and took out a brand-new badminton from the badminton barrel. I serve first. I sent an invincible super whirlwind first. My father used "stars to arch the moon" and I used "needle in a haystack" to smash the ball, and I got one point. Next, it was my father's turn to serve. He used "Monkey Stealing Peach" first. I spiked with "meteors flying all over the sky" and scored another point. Now my father is worried. He tries his best to kill people and play fastball, which makes me feel at a loss. The game was in full swing and time gradually passed. Finally, my father and I tied, and my father said, "Well played, keep working hard." I smiled and felt extremely happy.
This morning, I had a good time, and I was in a good mood and relaxed.
Badminton Wars Composition 7 Location: My door
Time: Wednesday, February 4th, sunny.
Contestant: I'm interested in my mother.
Referee: Dad.
Audience: Grandma, Grandpa, Brother, Brother and Sister.
"Bang" game begins, I serve, look at my Gui super invincible whirlwind ball! ! Uh-oh! Sorry, I hit my brother on the head! The younger brother protested, "Sister, you hurt my poor boss on purpose!" " "I which have wow! Love to watch, don't watch. " My brother couldn't beat me, so he had to sit on the bench and watch the ball. The referee announced: "That ball just now doesn't count, start again." All right! Look at me again. Gui's super invincible whirlwind ball. Hey! Sure enough, mom didn't catch it! The beginning was so smooth! Next, it's mom's turn to serve! Before serving, my mother faced the badminton with her eyes closed and mumbled something! Hum! What kind of game are you playing, but I will win! Come on! Mom, what kind of ball is this? Just crossed the net, huh! I can't believe I didn't get it. I am so angry! I am so angry. I can't believe I just lost a goal.
Say it again, I can't believe I didn't hit you. No, but it should be "out of the water" I can't pronounce clearly in such a hurry. Come on, take it! I served and my mother answered! This badminton is very busy between my mother and my racket! Mom deliberately and I slowly consume! No, we can't let her succeed. So I deliberately lost, it was my turn to serve, and I got a spin ball. Great! Mom didn't answer.
The game is still in full swing! Do you want to see it? Come on!
Badminton War Composition 8 Today, my good friend Wang Linger and I went to play badminton. We found a referee and decided the winner by winning two out of three games.
First, I serve first. I threw the badminton up, jumped up and flew straight over. I thought to myself: you must lose now, haha! Wang Linger doesn't think so, because he has a unique skill. Health, dragon, ten, eight, palm and badminton were beaten back by him. I was too proud to see him serve. Then a white object flew by before I came to my senses. It is badminton. Impossible, absolutely impossible. I paused, stepped back a dozen paces and jumped up. Beat hard forward and close your eyes tightly. But before hitting it, it fell.
After I went back, I practiced hard and finally practiced my unique skills to the point of pure youth.
I played against Wang Linger again, and this time she served first. She used that old trick and thought I couldn't beat her. But she's all wet. I don't think the same trick can deal with me twice. The corners of the mouth are raised, and the position of the ball is 5.8 degrees above. I turned around, raised my hand slightly and slapped it hard. She was caught off guard by frowning and lost a game. In the second game, we played for five minutes, and there was no tie. Finally, I beat her again with a killer skill.
I said to her: "Wang Linger now knows that I am awesome!" I would have beaten you if I hadn't been too careless last time, but thank you for practicing my unique skill so perfectly! "
Today, Xiao Changjiang and his brother and I went to the badminton court in our yard to play badminton.
In the first round, I played with Xiao Changjiang. I serve, throw it into the sky with my left hand and hit it with my right hand. Badminton flew past, I thought I couldn't catch Xiao Changjiang, and I was secretly happy. "Dong" Xiao Changjiang, I played back indifferently. Hu's ball landed on my side and I lost. Xiao Changjiang won!
In the second round, Xiao Changjiang played with his brother. It is Xiao Changjiang's turn to serve. He threw his left hand into the sky and tapped it with his right hand. The ball flew past, and Brother Xiao Changjiang stood up and the badminton racket did not move. The ball seemed to be enchanted and flew to the net of the racket. The ball bounced gently in front of the Yangtze River with a bang. Xiao Changjiang lost, and his brother won!
In the third round, I played with Xiao Changjiang's brother, who served. He stood dozens of centimeters away from the border. He threw the ball into the sky with his left hand and hit it hard with his right hand. He also called the "full radar" ball in his mouth. I learned the last lesson. I am ready to catch the ball wholeheartedly. The "hoo" ball fell behind me, and it seemed to be enchanted and wouldn't let me catch it.
In this way, we can't beat Xiao Changjiang's brother every time, but we are very happy!
Badminton War Composition 10 I haven't played badminton with my father for a long time. Today, I decided to have a good fight with my father. At the beginning of the game, I saw my father pick up the badminton, put it down gently and waved it, and the ball flew to me. As a result, I was caught off guard and the badminton hit me right on the shoulder. It hurts!
The second round has begun. I held the ball in my hand and threw it up. When it fell, I waved it hard and it went straight to my father. But my father unhurriedly picked up the racket, only to hear a bang, and the ball was firmly hit back by my father. I swung again, but the ball still fell to the ground. I lost again, and I am so unwilling!
It's the third round, I want to refuel! Because I didn't play well in the first two rounds, I must work hard this time. But the ball seems to like dad and doesn't like me. Dad can serve every time, but I only have a one-fifth chance. What did I just say? The ball likes dad and doesn't like me. Look, I failed again this time.
Dad said, "Brother Rui, do you know why you always fail? Think about how long you haven't practiced? " Yes, I used to play my dad seven or eight times, but now I can only play three times. Hey, it seems that I have to practice harder! As the saying goes: "; Nothing is difficult in the world, as long as you are willing to board "; I believe that as long as I practice hard, I can beat my father. Dad, wait for my next challenge!
Badminton war composition 1 1 I have been practicing badminton for a long time after class, and I think I am an expert. This Saturday, I gave a "challenge book" to my mother. After reading it, my mother sneered: "It's really ignorant for a child to dare to go against my mother." After that, choose its position and hold a "weapons" war.
My mother and I came to the "shadow road". There are trees on both sides of this place. Ordinary cars don't come here, and the sun doesn't shine in. It can be described as a land of feng shui. I took out my badminton racket, my mother took the ball, and I watched warily. Suddenly, my mother jumped into the air and a ball flew towards me like a rocket. I hit hard because I was so nervous that my hands were all sweaty. I hit a ball and the racket flew. I lost, and my mother was very proud. In the second scene, I was more careful and told myself not to be nervous. My mother served another ball. I watched the ball. Between scratching and scratching, I hit it with all my strength, and there was a gust of wind around, which made the ball "tense". I thought to myself, my mother won't hit such a difficult ball. Mom is a veteran on the battlefield after all. She used to be neck and neck with her father. When she hit me, I hit back. I can't breathe, my limbs are numb and my legs are weak. There is also a mother and son playing ball next to them. A little boy about nine or ten years old is neck and neck with his mother. Look at his' serving posture', only some masters can do it. I really admire him. I cheer up and play harder.
After playing for about 40 minutes, my arrogance was reduced a lot. Looks like ginger is still spicy. Hey, who told me not to ask? My mother is an expert in morning exercises. Learn from you, my dear mother. ...
Badminton Wars Composition 12 Firecrackers at the age of one, send warm entered Tu Su in the spring breeze. The rising sun sheds light on doors of each household, New peachwood charm is put up to replace the old. "This is the" January Festival "by Wang Anshi, a famous poet in the Song Dynasty. One of them says that when the Spring Festival comes, every household will be happy and reunite to welcome the new year. During this time, everyone visited relatives and friends, drank and chatted, and our family was no exception.
There are many guests at home these days, and adults play cards, drink and chat, but we can't always hold a mobile phone tablet! I have to come out to exercise and have some fun. I first asked my grandmother who had just washed vegetables to play badminton. Although she is old and a little lame, she is very skilled and difficult to deal with. I may be even with her before, but I haven't played for a long time. I'm only sure. I serve first. Oh! Don't! The first serve was a mistake, which was a bad start. I defend, and now I have to wait for grandma to serve. Finding the feeling, I bounced grandma's serve again and again. I jumped up and shot while I was free, and it took me a lot of effort to break the score. Finally, I lost because I was not familiar with the technology. In the next scene, my sister and I VS my aunt. I think she had a plan, and she actually picked up two badminton to challenge us. My sister took the lead and fought a protracted war with my aunt. In a short time, my sister was defeated. Undaunted, she continued to attack. She also gave me a wink. I suddenly understood that on the one hand, she suppressed her aunt, on the other hand, she consumed physical strength to make me surprise. This is the reason to penetrate the enemy. I picked up the ball, like just now, and launched a smash, which succeeded! Let's continue our strategy before we kidnap menstruation. There is someone outside, and there is a day behind, which is true!
The tense badminton war is over. I understand that if you want to have superb skills, you must work hard, no matter how good your innate conditions are. Working hard is the only way to the ideal world.
On Sunday afternoon, my mother and I met to play badminton downstairs.
I serve first, and my posture is very professional: I hold the ball in my left hand, hold the racket in my right hand, throw the ball into the air hard, and then swing it hard. Beautiful!
I saw badminton fly out of bounds in a perfect arc! Alas, I didn't send it for the first time, and my mother looked at me gloating across the street.
I spat out my tongue, picked up the badminton and served again. Who knows this time, I didn't take it well. The ball is thrown too high and swung too fast. As a result, the racket didn't touch the fly ball at all-it was empty.
The damn badminton fell straight at my nose this time. What a pity!
Mom smiled when she saw it. I blushed and picked up the ball again, ready to serve for the third time! This time I learned my lesson, threw the ball lightly, seized the opportunity, aimed at the direction, and waved it hard-bang.
I saw the ball fly to my mother like eyes. Before she was ready, the ball had already flown out. In a hurry, my mother not only missed the ball, but also almost fell down! I was so happy to see my mother embarrassed (bèi) that I finally saved face.
It's my mother's turn to serve. I saw her waving her racket like a world champion. I haven't seen her serve. Badminton is coming like a bullet! I instinctively blocked the racket in front of me and caught it!
In this way, we played several rounds repeatedly, and finally ended the game because I was exhausted. The outcome is also divided: I lost completely and my mother won. ...
Although I lost completely, I still had a good time. I will practice playing badminton well in the future and try to beat my mother. Come on!
Today, my parents, my sister and I came to my brother's house to play. My brother was very happy to see me and said excitedly, "My sister came today. Let's play badminton together! " ""yes, yes! " I jumped three feet for joy.
My brother and I came to the stadium with badminton rackets. My brother smiled and said, "Haha, this victory belongs to me." I retorted loudly: "Why?" "Just because I am your master, haha!" Brother said. "Slice, brother. Haven't you heard of' shine on you is better than blue'? " I smiled and said, "It's no use talking so much, just show us the strength!" " "Let's compare, who is afraid of who!" My brother said proudly.
After some bragging contest, the game finally started. In the first game, I serve first. I took the ball, threw it up and served a high ball to my brother. My brother lost the ball when he didn't react for a moment. I proudly said, "Look, brother, this is what I call power." "You ... you ..." Brother said angrily. In the second game, it was my brother's turn to serve, and he also served me a high ball. Fortunately, I turned the ball back skillfully. Soon, my brother turned the ball back by hand. I accidentally lost one to my brother. The third game was very intense. I served a low ball to plot against my brother, but I didn't expect my brother to turn the ball back soon. Luckily, I managed to keep the ball back. My brother hit another low ball, and I ran from behind to the front, just to block it back. But my brother hit another super high ball. He smiled and said, "Now you are going to lose, haha!" Don't laugh at others next time you don't know the result! "I thought: I'm going to lose. What should I do? Then I decided to fight and ran back from the front. Yes, the ball went back, and I shouted happily, which startled my laughing brother. " Impossible! impossible! This is not true. "Brother has been talking. I said loudly, "This is the truth, give it up, brother, haha ..."
Now I understand a truth: "Modesty makes people progress, and pride makes people fall behind."
Badminton War Composition 15 My after-school life is like a colorful painting, rich and colorful. Playing badminton, learning olympiad, playing guzheng, watching movies … and my favorite is playing badminton.
Every weekend when I go back to my hometown, I will learn badminton skills from my father. But every time I always lose to my father in confusion, it's good to watch my father gloat.
In order to beat my father, I tried my best and racked my brains, and finally came up with a way that was not the way-study hard and practice hard. So, in badminton class, I took the initiative to ask the coach for playing skills. After several weeks of unremitting efforts, I wrote a "gauntlet" to my father.
I invited my relatives and friends-cousins, cousins, cousins-to witness the game that will rewrite history. I have a plan, serve. Dad showed no weakness and hit the ball with a wave of his hand. I quickly caught the ball and fought back. That's it. You come and I go. At this time, dad used his killer weapon-killing the ball. My eyes were on fire. I saw where the ball landed and hit it hard. "ah!" Dad shouted, so the ball hit dad on the head and turned to celebrate. I burst into laughter, and so did the "people who eat melons."
After winning the ball, I was full of confidence in an instant. Thinking of the knowledge I learned in badminton class, although I am not as strong as my father, I know a lot of playing skills, such as golf, pumping, hanging and killing. The game continued, and my father and I played another 300 rounds. I used badminton skills in the competition, and sure enough, my father candidly admit defeat.
I was particularly happy to see my father's dejected appearance in sharp contrast to his previous swagger.