Part I Primary School Second Grade Playing Badminton Weekly Memoir
One day, the weather was sunny and cloudless, Xiaoming and I went to play badminton.Xiaoming picked up the badminton ball, clenched his teeth, held his strength, and shot hard, the ball "whoosh" to me, I raised the racket to catch the ball, but the badminton ball flew out from the top of the racket, and smashed into the body of a little brother crossing the street.
The little brother's face immediately rose especially red, tears in the eyes, mouth kept saying: "It hurts! It hurts!" Xiao Ming ran over and said, "Give me back the ball." Little brother heard, face as cloudy as the sky, face gray, nostrils one by one, chest angry together, half unable to speak. I saw it immediately ran over and said, "I'm sorry." Little brother saw me so polite, immediately showed a smile, face also stretched, said, "It's okay." We shook hands with the little brother and became good friends.
Part II Primary School Grade 2 Playing Badminton Weekly Memoir
Today is Sunday, the weather outside is sunny and cloudless, I went to the park with Xiaoming to play badminton.I saw Xiaoming gritting his teeth and shooting hard, only to hear a "whoosh" sound, the ball flew to me, I picked up the racket to catch the ball, and the ball flew past my racket. The ball flew past my racket. I heard a "pop" sound and the ball hit a brother's head. The brother's eyes were filled with tears, and his mouth said, "It hurts, it hurts!"
At this time, Xiaoming ran over and said, "Give me back the ball." Brother heard, face like a cloudy day, gray and black, nose one by one, chest together and down, so angry that half a day can not say a word.
I saw my little brother angry, rushed over, said sorry to my little brother, and then bowed to my brother. Only then did my brother turn from cloudy to sunny, and his face blossomed with joy. He gave the ball back to us and said, "It's okay, you guys didn't do it on purpose, so I'll just give you the ball back." After that, we shook hands and became good friends.
Part III Primary School Second Grade Playing Badminton Weekly Record
On Saturday night, I had a whim and asked my mother to take me to the park to play badminton. The park was very lively, there were big brothers skateboarding, and there were grandparents dancing in the square.My mom and I found an open space. Mom let me serve first, I held the racket in my right hand, my left hand gently threw the ball into the air, my right hand swung the racket hard, but hit a blank, the ball fell to the ground. I picked up the ball and tried to serve again and again, I was so tired that I was sweating, but I still didn't send out a ball. I was very unhappy squatting on the ground, my mother came to me, while wiping my sweat with a towel, while encouraging me: "playing badminton should be fast-eyed and focused."
Part IV Primary School Grade 2 Playing Badminton Weekly Note
Sunday is the first day of the National Day and Mid-Autumn Festival holiday, my sister and I played badminton in front of the door of my mother's work.Started, I threw the badminton up, racket gently swung, "swoosh" a moment, the badminton flew to my sister's side, my sister's quick eyes, a moment to hit the badminton over, I was a moment of hand and foot, by the badminton ball to hit. "Oh, can really hurt ah, today non out of this bad breath." I aimed at the badminton, make a strong full shot. Sister see this a little scene is not panic, after aiming at the target, a swing, the badminton and flew over, I came a fierce buckle, sister is still aiming at the target, a swing, a number of consecutive rounds, I have some lack of stamina, can not be buckled again, can only with the sister of the rhythm of the gently hit ------
Suddenly, the badminton ball like an arrow flew over, it seems to be the sister saw that I am not enough strength!
No matter who wins in the end, I don't care! I only care about being happy!
Part V Second Grade Badminton Weekly Record
Today, cloudless, I played badminton with my grandfather.At first, I ran back and forth, tired and sweaty, but the badminton ball still fell on the ground again and again, so angry that I stomped my feet, pouting so much that I could hang a bottle of oil. Grandpa told me not to rush and not to panic, and to raise the racket when the badminton ball flew in front of me. I tried to hit it a few times, "Yikes! I can touch the ball." I shouted happily. Grandpa also said loudly, "Good! Harder!" I swung the racket so hard that once the ball actually flew into my grandfather, causing him to scramble and making me laugh!
Part VI of the second grade playing badminton weekly
Saturday, my mother bought me a pair of badminton rackets, said to teach me to play badminton, and by the way, help me exercise.I saw the opposite side of the mother made a good position to serve the ball, one hand threw the ball in the air, the other hand raised the racket to the ball hard shot, the ball flew towards me. I was in a hurry, both hands picked up the racket to catch the ball, but the results of the pouncing on the empty, and almost fell. The side of the father said: to learn to play badminton, hands and feet should be well coordinated, ready to move forward and backward, left and right movement, always put the racket on the ball may fall to the place. After efforts, I slowly mastered a little skill, can send the ball out, mom sent the ball can also catch one or two.
Part VII Primary School Second Grade Playing Badminton Weekly Record
Sunday afternoon, after my nap, I went to the TV station's court with my dad to play badminton.When we arrived at the court, we took out our rackets and began to warm up. I had a straight serve that was too high and was snapped by my dad. I couldn't react in time and didn't catch it. Dad got up in triumph.
After a few rounds, dad decided to play a match. On the battlefield, dad but more powerful. Hey, don't care so much, just fight, who is afraid of who!
However, in the process of killing, dad has been vigorously deducting the ball, I have no power to fight back. I only scored 10 points in one game, while my dad scored 21 points. I lost a lot!
Dad is a great opponent and my super coach. I will work harder on my badminton training and try to beat my dad by fourth grade.
Part VIII Primary School Second Grade Badminton Weekly Record
This morning, my dad taught me how to play badminton. Dad held the ball in his left hand and the racket in his right hand. Dad first threw the ball upward, his right hand swung the racket, all of a sudden hit towards me, because of the judgment of the ball is not allowed, always can not catch the ball, so two or three times I was very lost. Dad told me, "Don't give up, the beginning of who can't play well as long as you work hard, you can master it quickly."I re-energized, picked up the badminton, the heart is still a little nervous. I threw the ball gently, swung the racket in my right hand, and hit towards the ball, but did not hit the ball, and fell short. This time I didn't get discouraged and picked up the ball and started again. This time, I was able to send the ball out successfully, and my dad caught it without any problem. So, my father practiced with me over and over again, and slowly my ball skills improved.
On the way home, I shouted: "I finally learned to play badminton! I am so happy ah!"