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Ceramic experience. I learned to make ceramics for the first time.

Ever since I was a child, I used to watch TV about learning to make ceramics. Watching the TV and the master's amazing way of making ceramics made me feel fascinated. I thought:

It's not that difficult to make ceramics, and the ceramics I make in the future will definitely look better than theirs. As a result, learning to make ceramics became a small dream in my heart.

This time, the small press group organized a ceramics making activity, and I couldn't wait to participate.

Finally, on the day of the event, the teacher took us into the ceramics room, and I was stunned by what I saw. In addition to a few machines, there are a few tables and chairs that could not be simpler. With such machines, tables, and chairs, can my dreams come true?

After a while, the mud came up. Looking at the large earthy yellow "authentic mud", I was worried. What to do?

How? At this time, the teacher briefly introduced us to the production process of various pottery products, and also showed us some pottery products, so I was not at a loss.

Looking at those small and exquisite clay pottery products, I was really dazzled, so I simply made the simplest - vase. First, I knead a small piece of clay into a "cylindrical" shape less than a centimeter high to serve as the base of the bottle, then cut off a lump of "clay strips" that are half a finger thick, and then wrap the clay strips upwards in a circle. I really didn't expect that the usual vases are so difficult to make.

Halfway through, the clay sculpture collapsed, and there was no way, so I had to ask the teacher for help.

The teacher flattened a piece of mud, carved out a round bottom with a carving knife, and then used the mud strips to go up in a circle, and pasted it with mud, the size was very neat, without a little pothole, very beautiful.

I picked up a piece of clay, followed the teacher's instructions, and began to make it. Although it is not as beautiful as the teacher, after all, it is "formed" and "has that appearance".

Practice makes perfect – admittedly, there are many things in life, and this was my first time learning to make ceramics. The first time is a kind of progress, the first step towards success, but if you don't keep working hard, it's hard to achieve permanent success, isn't it?

He was my father.

In my free time, my father would always pull me to play badminton at the door of the small courtyard. His patience allowed me to go from swinging to being able to catch a few balls, so we were finally able to practice high ball together. It's just that my skills are not good enough, and my father has to cooperate with us to swing a dozen or so balls without stopping.

Later, we insisted on once a week, and it became a habit and we were able to catch the ball steadily. At this time, my father began to set a goal for me, at first it was 100 peace balls, and I didn't eat until I finished it. I still remember that evening, I played 99 peace balls twice in a row, and let my mother call us home in the window, I finally couldn't hold my breath, and my heart was inexplicably irritable, only my father waved the racket at the other end and said:

One more time! One more time! "That's when I realized how much endurance and mentality is a sport that requires endurance and mentality, and my father has developed my stubborn character in this way.

Now I also like the feeling of sweating on the court with my friends, and my mentality is gradually becoming calmer, which is all due to my father's good intentions.

When I was in junior high school and about to take the high school entrance examination, my father and I had a lot less time to play, but I still miss playing with my father at that time. It's just that more often than not, I just stay in my room and work hard to write; The walls were covered with English glossaries, and he was separated from me by a wall.

Sometimes my father would suddenly stand behind me and come up with a cold sentence, "How do you say ** in English?" "Seems to be deliberately testing me. I was startled, feigned nervousness, and slyly spelled it out.

Of course, there were times when I forgot, and my father would try to spell it out in broken English himself, and then my whole room would burst into my insolent and exaggerated laughter. But it was in the closure of a few acres, intentionally and inadvertently, that I remembered a lot'English words. I found that no matter how boring things my father said, they would be fun, and only then could I feel that learning was happy.

With the increase of learning tasks, I have to contact my father a lot less, my mother said that many times to get through ** are too hurried, my father has not come and finished I hung up, and when I call back, the earpiece is just "I'm sorry, the ** you dialed has been turned off". After listening to this, I was silent for a long time, I could understand that my father still wanted to lead me forward like before, teaching me things that I would never learn in class, and I also wanted to follow him and stick to my own path, but sometimes some things were not allowed by reality.

However, thank you for always being by my side.