I played badminton for the first time in grade two. At first, my mother taught me to practice serving. During the internship, I found that my coordination ability was a little poor. Badminton fell to the ground before the racket was ready to swing. I've practiced countless times and failed. Seeing my depressed appearance, my mother encouraged me to say, "Don't worry! It's a bit difficult to serve. Practice the ball first. " I followed my mother's demonstration and began to practice. You can only catch two or three balls from the beginning, and then you can catch more than a dozen balls. I gradually recovered my confidence in practice. I happily said to my mother, "Let's play a game while the iron is hot." Mom saw that it was almost time, so she said, "Let's play a game and go home after the game." I agreed happily. I served first, and the ball flew far away, and my mother barely caught it. The ball came at me quickly, and I missed it, which made me very depressed. My mother comforted me and said, "It's good to practice serving for the first time. Don't worry, as long as you practice more, you will play better and better. " I think what my mother said is very reasonable, and she has made up her mind to practice hard and hit her.
Later, I tried to serve and catch the ball every day. As time goes by, my skills have advanced by leaps and bounds. Finally, one day, I hit my mother. Through this incident, I also understand a truth: as long as you persist, there is nothing impossible.