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I saw other people riding bicycles in parks and on the road, and I was very envious and wanted to ride a bicycle too.
Just as I was turning 11 today, my dad gave me a pink bike as a birthday present.
Looking at this brand new bike, I jumped for joy. Dad said, "I'll go with you to the countryside this weekend to learn how to ride a bike," Dad said
At the end of the week, my dad and I went to the suburbs, and I was very happy, and the weather was very nice and sunny. My dad said to me, "To learn to ride a bike, you have to hold on to the front of the bike, keep your body upright, look ahead, and not the wheels, otherwise you will fall off."
In the beginning, my dad was holding the back of the bike with his hand, so I rode very smoothly. But while riding, Dad let go, and I continued to ride for a while, and after 10 seconds, I fell off. When my father saw it, he hurriedly walked over, picked up the bicycle first, and then said to me
It's okay, failure is the mother of success! So you have to get up! After listening to my father's words, I got up and continued studying.
After two minutes of riding, the bike was a little crooked. Riding and riding, I fell down again. Even though I had broken my foot, I still got up and learned the third and fourth ......Soon, it was getting dark, so I had to wait until the next day to study.
Finally, after the night, I woke up early the next day and came with my dad to learn how to ride a bike. After two sessions, I finally learned to ride forward, but I didn't know how to turn yet, so I had to learn again. Every time, when my dad told me to turn a corner, I fell down.
I studied it twice, but I still haven't learned. When I fell for the third time, my foot was bleeding. My father came to encourage me, but no matter what he said, I just wouldn't get up.
Eventually, my dad got angry, so I got up and continued studying. I kept practicing, falling and getting up, falling and getting up again......In the end, after my unremitting efforts, I finally succeeded.
This incident made me understand that no matter what you study, as long as you have perseverance, you will definitely succeed. As Dad said, failure is the mother of success.
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Helping people with disabilities. This topic is very good, but don't write about the popular road, play your own imagination,
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Everyone has successes, my life is like a seashell by the sea, some are dazzling, some are bleak, I will pick up a wonderful one to tell my story.
It was a sunny Sunday, and I stayed home and remembered the experiment I had seen the other day, in which water in a paper cup was boiled and the water boiled so that the cup didn't break. I don't believe it, I think: if you burn a paper cup, how can the paper cup not break, and the water can still boil?
So I started experimenting with a suspicious grandson.
First I lit a candle with a match and fixed it in the pool, then I used five fingers to hold the upper part of the paper cup containing half a glass of water and carefully placed it on the fire to roast. Suddenly, a wave of heat rushed towards my hand, and I screamed and threw away the paper cup. Seeing that the experiment was about to fail, I was not reconciled.
I put on my gloves and continued the experiment, and this time it was no longer hot, and the flames were burning under the paper cups, as if to say, "Am I not going to burn you?" "The bottom of the paper cup has been burned beyond recognition, and the bottom edge has also been lit, and blue flames have been emitted.
But he persevered, fought against the flames, and under the protection of the water glass, not a drop of water leaked, but the candle gradually shortened, and finally he left the last tear and burned it out. But the water in the cup was unharmed, and the water was steaming. I couldn't help but shout:
The experiment was successful, the paper cup really didn't break, and the water really got hot. ”
It was a small experiment, but one that I will never forget. It taught me a truth: perseverance is victory, and giving up halfway will not succeed.
I have had many successful things in my three years of school, and one of my successful things is calligraphy. Calligraphy has a history of more than 2,000 years in our motherland. Therefore, I have to study hard and learn calligraphy well.
To learn calligraphy well, you must practice every day, write every day, take the calligrapher's words as a model, and see his words to write stroke by stroke to improve. The ancients said: "The fist must be beaten, the word must be written, never stopped, the water drops are pierced, the iron rod is sharpened into a needle, there is nothing difficult in the world, but I am afraid of people with a heart" I want to reach the peak of success, I must do it according to the above methods, and I will definitely achieve good results.
When I was in the 20xx section of the calligraphy competition, I won the fifth grade of the brush, the provincial excellence award of the fountain pen, and got very good results in several competitions. I am happy, but the current success can only represent the past, not the future. In the face of honor, can not be proud, to understand the arrogant soldiers will be defeated, I want to keep improving, innovation, interest and diligence, will be successful, will be able to learn calligraphy well.
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