Life is a small river, and memory is a big net that captures the bits and pieces of life ...... One of the things that stuck in my mind was that incident. It is I understand that failure is the mother of success.
It was one day in my third grade life when I said, "Dad, you're empty again today to teach me how to ride a bike, right?" Dad laughed and said, "Haha! I had forgotten that I was free today, come on!" With that, Dad rolled out a brand new bicycle, which was golden in color and had some flame patterns. A little while later dad rolled out a rusty bike and said, "If you learn how to do it, I'll give you the new one." I happily agreed. I got on the bike, and my dad was right behind me, holding the rear end and slowly pushing forward, and I was pedaling in front, looking forward, afraid that a car might suddenly appear, and looking back from time to time. I asked my dad, "Did you let go?" Dad said, "Let go!" After hearing this, I was scared and panicked so much that I couldn't control myself, at which point my dad naughtily said, "I'm lying to you!" I thought: no? Dad is so bad! I looked back and realized that I had already let go of the car, but I had forgotten that I was about to arrive at someone else's door. I heard a "bang" sound, I fell off the bike, falling on all fours, the bike was also overturned by me, I cried and said: "No more learning! I cried out and said, "I don't want to learn ......." Dad how to persuade industry can not persuade me to continue. After crying I looked at my father's disappointed expression and the brand new bike, I thought: I can not let my father disappointed ah! So I made myself alone a few times, I fell bruised and battered, the 15th time I finally succeeded. I tried to show it to my dad, who happily gave me the bike.
I applauded myself for learning to ride a bike, and for realizing that failure is the mother of success.