I often see others riding bicycles on the road, and I envy them. I wish I could be like them. Finally, my mother was persuaded by me and introduced a bicycle to me to learn to ride like magic. I was so happy that I shouted to my mother to teach me to ride a horse.
I pushed my bike to the small playground with my mother. My mother said to me, "When riding a bike, you should look straight ahead and keep your body balanced ... so that you can ride a bike well." Watching others ride so easily, I thought to myself: it's so simple, isn't it just putting your hand on the handlebar, stepping on the handlebar and stepping back and forth round and round? !
It's "easier said than done"! I sat in the car, and my feet were like lead. My mother encouraged me: "Never mind, step on it, it's okay. Step on your feet and push hard. " I got on the bus trembling. Just getting on the bus, the car seems to be out of control and wobbly. I only heard a bang, and then I knelt down. "Never mind, get up." Mom said while helping me endure the pain. "I won't learn!" I ran home and said. Mom put the bike away. When I got home, I was still sulking and said, "What's the matter? I don't want to learn when I fall. Do you want to give up halfway? " "Hum! It's so hard to learn to ride a bike. It hurts to fall! " "No matter what you learn, you can't give up halfway, otherwise you will get nothing in the end, just like the story of' Little Monkey Picking Melons' told by my mother." After listening to my mother's words, my face turned red unconsciously and my head gradually lowered. "Mom, I will continue to learn to ride a bike tomorrow!" "good!" Mom said happily.
The next day, my mother and I came to the small playground again. My mother helped me, and I rode my bike around. Mom smiled and said, "Good, try to go around a few times." I skated once, twice, three times … gradually, I can relax like others. I rode quickly for a while, as if a bird was racing with me; Riding slowly for a while, as if talking to the grass on the ground; There are some unknown flowers nodding to me on the playground, as if praising my bravery; Soon ... my mother smiled happily, and I smiled happily.
From then on, you will see a little girl riding a bicycle on the road, carefree. She is me.
Ah! What an unforgettable experience it is to learn to ride a bike. It not only makes me feel the joy of sports and success, but also makes me understand that I will succeed as long as I have the courage and confidence to overcome difficulties!
I envy seeing other children riding bicycles. I also want to learn to ride a bike. I said to my mother, "I want a bike." Mom said, "OK".
One night, my parents and I went to the bicycle shop on Landscape Avenue to buy bicycles. When I arrived at the bicycle shop, I took a fancy to a small and exquisite bicycle. It is silvery white and shiny, very beautiful and can be folded.
Early in the morning, I went downstairs early, and my mother showed me to see clearly. My mother let me sit in the car, holding the front of the car with both hands, sitting firmly in the car, and then let me put my feet on the bicycle board. My mother helped me to the car, but the front of the car refused to listen to me. My mother let go of my hand. I accidentally fell down. Oh, it hurts!
Later, my mother thought of another way to put one foot on the ground and one foot on the bike. Step forward with your feet on the ground, hold the front of the car with your hands, and then put your feet on the bike when the speed is fast. Slowly, slowly, I learned to ride a bike.
By learning to ride a bike, I finally understood a truth: "Nothing is difficult in the world, and nothing is impossible to a willing mind."
Last summer vacation, I was only one year old and more than four months old. Every day, 10 brothers and sisters play with cars in the yard of the community. At that time, I was very interested in their wagons, scooters and bicycles. With the help of adults, I always win. Very interesting. I want to play with my brother and sister's car every day. Sometimes they don't want to make my mother embarrassed, so they quickly bought me a four-wheeled car to perfunctory me. Maybe it was influenced by my brother and sister. In a short time, I can ride, speed up, turn and make it look decent!
When I was almost two years old, I asked my mother for a bike as soon as she got off work. My mother always promised to give it to me as a birthday present. Dad thinks it is better to buy it later. I can't ride it anyway. Then I can buy a bigger one. Hum! Adults always underestimate our children's abilities. How do you know if you don't buy it? In fact, sometimes mom really doesn't have time. When I was one year old and over a month old, one day my mother came back late from work and brought back a brand-new bike. Wow! I'm so happy! But the bike is a little big, with wheels 14 inch. It seems a little difficult for me. Grandma said it doesn't matter if she is older, but it will be almost the same after a while. In this way, my bike is placed in the corner of the living room, and I sometimes climb it to play. My mother made me climb up and down on purpose when I came home from work. At first, I always stepped back and didn't go forward. But my mother is in a bad mood. Let me get in touch with my bike when I have time. If you don't advance, you will retreat. My mother was never strong. Maybe you think I'm still young! A few days ago, my mother found that I had the consciousness of pushing forward, just moving forward. Look at mom, laughing and clapping, more excited than me! Yesterday, after the "June 1" dinner, my mother felt a little tired and rode her bike to the courtyard dam. I still don't seem to have much interest. After a while, my little brother came. His bike is 12 inch, which is two inches smaller than mine. My mother asked me to switch bikes with my brother on purpose. Ha ha! My brother's car is much better. It was easy to get up. My mother just gave me a push. I stepped on the pedal and moved forward. I was so arrogant. My mother is happier and can't wait to trade my brother's old car for my new bike. After a while, my brother asked for his bike, so I had to ride it! With the "experience" of cycling, of course, no problem. However, riding your own car is laborious and you can only step on it for half a lap. It doesn't matter, the car is still moving! Look at mom, I'm so happy! In this way, on the day of my holiday, I really learned to ride a bike, even to celebrate my own holiday! Although it was a little late, I finally learned!
Today, my parents and I were very tired when we went to the zoo. So, after dinner, I didn't go far, so I took my bike with me. My interest is good, although I can only step on half a lap, with the encouragement of my parents, I rode round and round until I was a little tired. Mom and dad said that as long as I keep riding and practice hard, I will be able to ride as fast and as well as my brothers and sisters! Yes! When I grow taller and stronger, I can ride my 14 inch bike easily! I will refuel!
I learned the first chapter of tolerance.
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You can always learn a lot when you grow up, and I am no exception. I learned that "knowing is knowing, knowing is not knowing, knowing is knowing", I learned that "holding a coke to invite the bright moon and taking my shadow to make the three of us", and I learned that "leaning alone near the bamboo, I play the piano and hum songs". I learned a lot, but fortunately, I learned tolerance.
I remember once, the school was going to hold a reading contest. Fully prepared before the game, I practiced n+ 1 times in front of the mirror at home. However, as soon as I got on the stage and looked at the dense crowd below, my heart suddenly tightened and my mouth trembled. Because I was too nervous and didn't play well, I only won the third prize and went home in frustration.
As soon as my mother saw me, she guessed that I must have lost the game. She jokingly said to me, "What? Has the white swan degenerated into an ugly duckling? " I smiled, and my mother said to me, "son, do you know the story of the ugly duckling?" After a series of tempering and metamorphosis, the ugly duckling has become a white swan, and you are going through this tempering. "Seeing that I bowed my head and said nothing, she added," Have you ever heard such a poem? The sky tolerates clouds and rosy clouds; Only when the land contains seeds can there be a bumper harvest; Only when the sea contains streams can it be vast; Life is tolerant of regrets, and only then can you succeed. Son, the greatest virtue in life is not patience, but tolerance. When you forgive some regrets and mistakes in life, you will find that the sky is still so blue, the air is still so fresh, the birds are still singing happily, and the regrets in life have not taken away your world! Remember, my child, when you learn to be tolerant, you will become the most beautiful and pure angel in the world-"
Time has passed, but my mother's words are firmly in my heart. Since then, I have been very tolerant of the regrets in my life, so I have been very happy.
Yes, when a person learns to be tolerant, he will not be sad when he sees the autumn leaves dying, and he will not complain when the cold wind strikes; When a person learns to be tolerant, all the pain is sprinkled on the foam dug up by that person and the princess like sunshine-everything is so beautiful and so warm-
I learned to be tolerant.
I used to be an unruly and willful girl, but one thing changed me and taught me tolerance.
That was when I first entered junior high school. One day, just after class, the teacher asked the group leader to collect Chinese homework. I quickly found my homework and put it on my desk, and went out. But when I came back, my exercise book was still on my desk. I picked it up strangely. I don't know who tore a big hole in my exercise book. What I bought yesterday was a new book. I shouted angrily, "Who tore my book?" I ignored it and didn't hand in my homework. I have been moping all morning.
As soon as school was over at noon, I walked home angrily. My deskmate caught up with me and said, "Hey, Yun Tong, wait a minute. I know who broke your exercise book! " "I quickly stopped and said," who is it? I'll make him pay for my book. Tell me quickly! "My deskmate mysteriously said to me," Think about it. Who competed with you when the Chinese teacher chose the host of the Chinese activity class last time? "She's probably still upset about not being elected! Think about it! Goodbye! " She gave me a mysterious wink and ran away. I lost in thought, is it Li Lan? Last time a Chinese activity class was held in our class, when the teacher chose the host, we were both the best candidates. Later, the Chinese teacher gave me a chance, and Li Lan congratulated me, but who would have thought that she secretly tore up my exercise book and made it impossible for me to hand it in, you hypocrite! See what I can do with her this afternoon!
In the afternoon, I came to school early. As soon as I entered the classroom, I saw Li Lan sitting in his seat reading a book with a frown. I walked up to her in a few steps and shouted without thinking, "Li Lan, why did you tear my exercise book?"? You are such a villain! " Li Lan was startled by my sudden shouts. She looked at me inexplicably and said, "I don't have an exercise book!" " I became more and more angry, so I quickly took out my exercise book from my schoolbag. "pa!" She fell on the table with a bang. "Hum, you pack what confused? Look, didn't you tear this? " At this time, my deskmate also came over. She said strangely, "It's inhuman to tear other people's books and report them online without being a host!" The students in the classroom also gathered around one after another, and everyone was talking noisily. Some say Li Lan is narrow-minded, others say that things are not clear, and we can't frame good people. As for Li Lan, her face was flushed and her eyes were full of tears. At this moment, the representative of Chinese class came over. He dragged me out of the crowd and said, "Yun Tong, what are you doing? I accidentally broke my homework when I was collecting it. After I explained it to the teacher, I asked Li Lan to put it on your desk. How can you abuse your classmates like this! " I realized that I was wrong, and I shyly returned to my seat. ...
After school in the evening, the class teacher called me to the office. The teacher told me a lot of truth, but I only remember the last Chinese activity class. It was Li Lan who took the initiative to find a Chinese teacher and gave me the opportunity to be a host. ...
The next day, I came to the classroom early and suddenly found a brand-new Chinese exercise book on my desk. At this moment, Li Lan came in with a bucket full of water. When she saw me, she put down the bucket and said with a friendly smile, "Yuntong, I bought you a book last night. Look, are you satisfied? " My heart is moved beyond description. I excitedly said to her, "Li Lan, that's very kind of you. I was wrong about you. I'm sorry! You scold me! " Li Lan came over and took my hand with a smile and said, "Look at you, this little thing is on your mind. You are so tired! Friction, unhappiness and grievances are common in life, but if you always appreciate the benefits of others, forget their mistakes and forgive their shortcomings, you will get more happiness. "
From that day on, like Li Lan, I became happier because I learned tolerance. ...
I learned to cook.
Animals must quickly learn the first skill when they are born, that is, running. Because animals have learned to run, they can avoid enemy attacks. People are no exception, because the first need of living is to eat, so people must master a skill-cooking. I learned to cook by accident.
Every time I see my mother cooking, my hands itch. I asked my mother many times to let me cook, probably because I was afraid I would get burned. Every time she found some excuse to refuse my request. Finally, one day, the opportunity came! It was noon on a Saturday. As soon as I entered the door, I saw my mother steaming rice, washing vegetables and preparing cooking as usual. Just then, the telephone rang loudly, and my mother quickly picked up the phone, only to hear my mother say, "OK, I'll be right there." I hung up and said to me while changing my shoes, "I have something to do." I have to go to the office. " Say that finish and left. I waited for my mother while reading a book. Five minutes have passed, 10 minutes have passed ... Unconsciously, my stomach has already begun to sing empty city tricks. Suddenly, an idea flashed through my mind. Why don't I try it while my mother is away? At first, I quickly turned on the natural gas stove and put away the pot. What should I put first? Just when I hesitated, I suddenly found that the pot had begun to smoke. There seems to be no time for me to think about it. I poured cabbage into the pot crazily. Suddenly, a hot air came at me and scared me back a few steps. After a while, I got up the courage, picked up a spatula and shoveled it in the pot several times. Oh, dear, patches of "black spots" have grown on the plate. I quickly turned off the fire and put the cabbage in the bowl. At this moment, I suddenly understood that I should put oil first. Next, I'm going to cook the second dish-scrambled eggs with tomatoes. This time, I have experience. First, put the oil in. When the oil smokes, I'll pour the scrambled eggs into the pot, fry them for a while, and then pour the tomatoes in. Huh? Why are there many black spots in the dish? Anyway, I can't eat anything in the pot. I thought about it and put the food in the bowl.
I don't know when, my mother has stood behind me and said with surprise, "So capable, the dishes are all cooked." I quickly pushed my mother out of the kitchen and sat her at the table. First, I bring the fried cabbage to my mother. My mother looked at it and said in surprise, "This dish should be fried black vegetables, right?" I put scrambled eggs with tomatoes on it, and my mother took a bite and said humorously, "My scrambled eggs with tomatoes are two colors, you can fry them into three colors!" " "Maybe my mother ate all the food on the table to take care of my face. My mother also gave me a "very high" evaluation of the dishes I cooked: "At your level, it's strange to open a restaurant without losing money! "
With this experience, my mother has confidence in me. After my mother's hands-on guidance, I finally learned to cook. However, if you want to eat my fried three-color tomato eggs, it is hopeless!