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? Bang! Bang! Bang? This powerful racket comes from badminton hall. There is a fierce badminton match going on here! Next, please focus on Wuyuanwan Gymnasium and watch this wonderful game.

I played this game with my dad, and the score was 2 1. At first, we refused to let anyone. But by the middle of the field, the gap between my father and me was widening, and I was six points behind my father. At this time, I can't help being impatient. But the more anxious I am, the more frustrated I am. I either hit the ball out of bounds, or missed it, or the ball was countered by my father. I was a little disappointed to see the widening gap in scores, and faded like a frosted eggplant. Dad seemed to see through my mind, came over and patted me on the shoulder and said, son, as long as you stick to it, you will get something! ?

Dad's words were a shot in the arm and gave me hope. Now it's my turn to serve. I adjust my mentality and set my serve posture. I saw dad jump up and buckle his racket. Hey? There was a loud bang, and the white badminton flew towards me like an arrow. Suddenly, I remembered what the coach said to me? When playing golf, raise your hands first, then pull your body away and hit back hard when the ball comes. ? In this way, I successfully caught the ball with a wave of my racket. It was an edge ball, but my father missed it. When I won the game, my morale rose immediately. Then continue to slow and steady, and soon tied the score. This is the key goal, which will determine who wins and who loses. Dad serves and I hit the ball with all my strength. The ball whirled and danced in the air, like a white elf. Dad waved the racket and missed the ball. I was ecstatic and shouted: Yes, I won! ? But my father pointed at the ball, and I looked intently. It turned out that the ball was out of bounds, and I suddenly felt like a deflated ball, listless. Dad scraped my nose and said with a smile. Son, winning or losing is not important. The purpose of exercise is to keep healthy? Life lies in exercise? Hmm! ?

My father's words have benefited me a lot, and I like badminton even more since then. Because playing ball makes me healthier and playing ball makes me happier!