Part 1: Learning to play badminton
Mom bought a pair of badminton rackets and a few badminton, said I was fat, told me to practice playing.
Mom sent a ball, which I caught ah! The hand only swung a little. Mom first told me to practice serving, mom demonstrated once: left hand holding the badminton, right hand holding the racket, the body slightly sideways. Then gently throw the ball up, with the racket to the ball, "whoosh" sound, the ball shot out. I followed my mom's example, but I couldn't hit the ball. Dad told me to look at the ball and swing the racket over it. I hit it again and still couldn't hit it. I tried again and again, but I couldn't hit the ball, it always fell to the ground, I swung the racket, I was very anxious. My mom and dad were encouraging me, telling me not to be anxious, to practice slowly, to find the feeling slowly. I was sweating profusely, hitting the ball 10 times, and only managed to send it out 2 or 3 times. Not long after, my mom let me go home, not to play today.
The next day, I was in the living room to find the feeling, keep practicing, keep picking up the ball. The sun went down in the afternoon, and my dad and I went downstairs in the neighborhood to continue playing. I don't know why, I have no problem serving the ball anymore, just a little situation occasionally, I can still catch some balls. Not long after, my mom came home from work, and when she saw me like this, she said, "Son, you're so good, your receptive ability is really good! You couldn't even serve the ball yesterday, and today you can even catch it. Hang in there!" I was so happy to hear my mom's praise!
I ate dinner every evening, and mom and dad play badminton, dad said I have made progress every day. I thought: if I can participate in the Olympic Games, it would be so nice!
Part II: Learning to play badminton
Today the sun is shining, my father's interest suddenly, said he wanted to teach my brother and I to play badminton, I listened to a jump of three feet high, and hastened to agree.
Dad took out a brand-new pair of badminton rackets, and a brand-new badminton ball, and said to our two brothers, "Which one of you is going to try first." We both volunteered and raised our hands. "Ayu go first, Feng you have to give way to your brother." My brother nodded a bit unhappily while I picked up my badminton racket with full joy and started to contact the serve first. The first time I hit it I threw it too high and missed, the third time I hopelessly hit a ball at random. "YES!" I cheered loudly!
It was my turn, and I threw up the badminton ball with great confidence and hit it hard, but not only did I miss, but I also fell into a "dog-eat-dirt." He climbed up in a mess, and kept hitting, but unfortunately his little strong sense, not hit once. Later, we can only skip this stage.
Then we practiced the "real battle", first I played a game with my dad, he three ball, I ten ball, see who first to the other side of the ball exhaustion, to three plates. Started my serve, I threw up high, a hard swing in the hand of the badminton racket, the ball was I hit out, Dad called a good ball on my full force hit back, back to the ball speed super fast like a cannonball, scared me froze in place, do not know what to do, can only stare at the ball flew past the final result? I don't know what to do, but I can't help but watch the ball fly by.
Later, time passed very quickly. It was dark, and I could only reluctantly go home.
Part 3: Learning to play badminton essay
Finally, Dad is going to take me to play badminton. Because I used to play on the tiny place downstairs, but this time I was playing on the standard field with delineated lines and nets, and I have been longing for it for a long time.
However, to the badminton on a see than I have a lot of high net, I was afraid, do not dare to play, let Dad how to say I do not play. Later, my father was anxious, I took out the trick: crying. But this time it seems to not work, Dad saw me crying to hit me, and said I was timid, no courage. I had no choice but to go for it. The first did not hit the net, the second did not, the third time again ...... strange, Dad not only did not get angry, but also did not laugh at me, but also smiling at me, as if to encourage me, I concentrate, I do not know how many times, the silver feathers in my racket under the blow drew a beautiful arc, flew over the net, to the that side of the court.
Dad praised me, I was happy. The next ball my dad sent out I caught some, some did not, I think I'm making progress, I'm really happy for myself.
When I play tired, it is replaced by mom on the field, my mouth, although I said to myself: "Mom almost did not miss to the ground a ball, and dad played really seamless." But in my heart, I thought that one day I would surpass my mom and beat my dad.
It was my turn again, and my dad and I were playing neck-and-neck, running back and forth, and I was sweating. Dad took advantage of my careful a serve, I can not catch, I lost again.
Part IV: Learn to play badminton
This afternoon, my father and I are ready to play badminton to try to try, so we carried the badminton racket to the nearby open space.
In my father's eyes, I have always been a small insignificant, in my eyes, my father has always been a master of badminton, but I still have the confidence to challenge him. So we set up the rules: who first lost to ten balls even who lost.
The game began, mom as a referee, the first serve is me, so I sent an arc spin ball to dad, dad blocked, only to see that the white badminton like thunder and lightning move towards me, I can not take my eyes off the ball, a hard shot, the ball bounced back, dad could not resist losing a ball, scared dad dumbfounded, where would he have thought I was back to the long actually fast, mom shouted: "One to zero." So dad did not rush to fall lightly.
Seriously, he played the ball suddenly long and short, suddenly high and low, a moment to pull, a moment to kill, dazzling, difficult to fight, the atmosphere on the field has become very tense, the ball in the flying, everyone's eyeballs are also constantly turning. Both sides are equal, the score is tight, alternately rising, the score on the field has reached nine to nine, Dad increased the horsepower to play a high and far ball, I even back three steps or every boundary to live. Mom announced, "Nine to ten, Dad wins."
I hung my head and walked to the house, and my dad said to me, "That's a great result, I'm impressed!" Now I got energized and said, "I'll try harder, I'll beat you!" Dad gave me a thumbs up and said, "Good for you, I'm always up for it!"
This competition made me much more confident, and I really have to thank my dad for that!
Part 5: Learning to play badminton
Finally, I can relax. The weather was so sunny and the birds were flying freely in the sky, how could I miss such a good weather? So I went to find my dad to take me to play badminton, because the midterm exams have ended, so my dad was very quick to agree to me, I can not wait to pack up the equipment and put on the shoes and my father to go to the Civic Square together on an open space.
First of all, I served, I swung the racket hard, the ball quickly flew to the father, the father did not have time to react, the ball has fallen to the ground, I jumped up happily: "How scared?" I jumped up happily, "Scared?" My dad said, "You've improved, haven't you?" I said proudly, "Of course, I have practiced."
Dad began to get serious, sent a high ball, but the strength seems to be not enough as if the ball flew to the half began to slowly down, I rushed over to the hard swing, turned 180 ° circle results of the ball is still on the ground, I'm very strange how it can be so? I wondered how that could happen. How could I not hit it at such a slow speed. Dad said: "Know my power." I said defiantly, "Hmph, no way. Come again." In this way, dad buckle over, and I picked over, a moment heavy a moment light, running over and over, tired and breathless, but the heart is very happy. Because Dad said: "My ball skills have made great progress."
What a happy weekend! Not only the ball skills have improved, but also mastered some playing skills, the most important thing is that I played through the ball, understand that as long as there is the spirit of not giving up, through the bitter efforts, my learning will also have great progress.
Part 6: Learn to play badminton
One afternoon, my brother and I went to the gym to play badminton. To the gym, we each changed into the sneakers we brought, ready to play badminton. To the field we held tightly in their hands racket, began to play! I threw the ball in my hand up in the air and as the ball rose, I jumped up and swung the racket in my hand to hit the ball over. As much as my brother did not receive, I was proud to get up,
Brother walked back somehow he came from behind a ball, whoosh ~ a sound from my shoulder flew past, I froze for a while before I realized up. I froze for a while before realizing it. My brother said ": Let's have a game? The loser is penalized for doing ten sit-ups." I quickly agreed! The game began to make, we played very intense, can not distinguish between winners and losers. I hit the ball violently to the out-of-bounds for nothing lost a point, played a while to be fast to distinguish between winners and losers! Brother is nine points I am eight points, my little universe exploded! In the most critical moment I thought of a good idea!
The first brother to the front, and then play a high hanging ball I won! We're tied, everyone is one point short, who will be lucky? But I was careless and didn't catch the ball and I lost.
My brother came over and said, "Make good on your promise." I lay down I used all my strength to do sit-ups, just did one, I was out of breath. But I kept doing them! We started a new race.
I love playing badminton!
Part 7: Learning to play badminton
Before, I didn't know how to play badminton. One day, I saw my friend could play badminton, and I thought it was kinda fun .
One day I saw my friend playing badminton, and I thought it was quite interesting.
The first step I practiced was, to play against the wall by myself. At first, I could not hit, after a week of training, I have been in the process of unknowingly, slowly will hit. The second step of practicing the foundation is to ask my father to practice with me. At the beginning, I jumped left and right, panting and tired, but in the end, I was still beaten by my father, "I was beaten, I was beaten." "You are useless!" "I must learn it well." "I'll teach you a few tricks first! Playing badminton should see clearly where the ball flies to, see clearly, then flexible run over to catch. Understand?" Dad said proudly.
"Got it!" I said seriously. After a few days of diligent study and hard practice, I have made great progress. During the second match, I thought: I will definitely make great progress. So, I played with "no mercy", and I won the "war". I was so happy that I didn't know how to describe it, I jumped up and down and said, "Hurray!" My father said with a jealous look on his face, "Not bad!"
I realized that I should be persistent in doing things, and someone before me said, "Persistence is victory." Don't give up halfway and do half of it. These two sentences to keep in mind, I also y appreciate, further understanding of these two words.
In the process of growing up, there are successes and failures.
Article 8: Learning to play badminton
Among the many sports, my favorite is playing badminton. But in the process of learning to play badminton, some interesting things happened.
I remember when I was small, I often saw others playing badminton, badminton in the air flying around, nice to see. I was very envious, they pestered my mother to buy, my mother could not argue with me, had to buy me a complete set of ball, since the purchase of the ball, my mother often accompanied me to the school to practice, in the beginning, I will not play at all, my mother sent a ball, I just need to aim in the direction, you can hit the ball, but sometimes clearly hit the ball, my reaction is not too fast or too slow, how to play the ball can not be hit.
Once, my mom sent a ball, I aimed at the direction of the past, but I threw the racket out, with too much force, my hand involuntarily released, the racket towards the mom quickly rushed, scared me screamed, fortunately, the racket did not hit the mother, or mom can be a tragedy!
Another time, my mom sent me a ball, I wanted to have a more handsome posture, so I threw the racket from the back of the head, and the result? The ball didn't hit, but slapped myself in the face for nothing.
Finally, after a month of hard work, my skills improved so much that even my dad had to concentrate hard to compete with me, and my mom, not to mention, was often beaten by me.
By learning to play badminton, I realized that no matter what we do, we have to pay full attention, and one day we will succeed.