A 200-word essay about playing badminton

In daily life or work and study, everyone must have come into contact with composition. Composition is a narrative method that expresses the meaning of a theme through words. How to write a thoughtful and literary composition? The following is a 200-word essay about playing badminton that I collected for everyone. It is for reference only. I hope it can help everyone. A 200-word essay on playing badminton Part 1

This afternoon, my father and I went to play badminton together. We came to the badminton court of the Cultural and Sports Center. There is a model rocket ship when you enter the door. Then go down the stairs and turn a corner and you will see the badminton court. The badminton court is very big, and there are many uncles, aunts, brothers and sisters playing in it. We put our bags on the stool. Dad took out his racket and went to play ball with some brothers. And I sat next to them and watched them play for a while. Then, I took out the racket myself and practiced playing next to me. When you are tired, take a break and drink water. After a while, my father came off the court and another brother came up to play. I watched my dad come down, and I immediately ran over and started playing with him. We played rock paper scissors for a while. Then Dad took my hand and put my feet on the ground. When Dad shook his hand, my body was shaking like a swing, which was very fun! We played together for a long time. I had a really great afternoon! It’s so fun, I’m going to play badminton next week! A 200-word essay on playing badminton Part 2

On Sunday, I felt there was nothing fun, so I went out to play badminton with my father.

As soon as the game started, my father hit a very high ball, and I kept retreating. Somehow, the ball flew into the air and fell down. I ran forward quickly again, but I missed my shot and missed.

I’m so angry! I bent down and picked up the ball, threw it into the air, jumped up, took aim at the ball, and hit it hard, and the ball flew towards my father. Dad was not nervous at all, but took aim at the ball and gently hit the ball to my side. I also calmed down. Suddenly, I thought of a secret trick. I just touched the ball and it fell down before it flew one meter. Dad couldn't catch the ball and I finally scored a point.

After half an hour of fighting, my father still beat me. I sat down on the ground dejectedly. Dad said: "Don't be discouraged. Victory and defeat are common in military affairs!" After hearing this, I regained my confidence and prepared to fight again. A 200-word essay on playing badminton Part 3

Today, my mother and father and I were playing badminton in the yard. The rule is that each player gets 5 balls, and the player who loses can only play in the next round.

The game was very fierce at the beginning. I called out and my mother called back, but I couldn’t catch any of them. Later, my father taught me. He said: "The first thing is to be accurate, and the second thing is to be precise." Hurry." I did as my father said, and I jumped with joy when I really caught a ball.

When it was my father and mother’s turn, I was learning next to them. I thought to myself that in everything you do, you must have quick eyes and quick hands, and you must be serious and don’t be careless.

It was my turn to play with my mother again. I jumped to catch a ball, jumped again and caught another ball. I kept practicing, and finally I caught 7 balls. I proudly said: "I finally learned to play badminton!" I was very happy. A 200-word essay on playing badminton Part 4

My mother said she wanted to play badminton with me. I like playing badminton very much.

I picked up the racket and played badminton with my mother. Mom served first, and I came to catch the ball. I ran around in the backyard, but I couldn't catch the badminton. I was so tired that I was out of breath, and I was so angry!

I used to play badminton very well. Oh, I understand. Maybe it’s because I haven’t played for a long time. I must master the skills. I remembered the skills my father used to say. I played against my mother again, and the badminton flew between our rackets. Sometimes, I can play seven or eight rounds with my mother. I'm so excited!

I love playing badminton very much. Whenever I have free time, my mother and I go to the backyard to play badminton. I make a little progress every time. A 200-word essay on playing badminton Part 5

Today, my father said he wanted to play badminton. I agreed and was very excited.

When we started playing, my father hit a very high ball. I seized the opportunity to dunk, but my father hit a low ball again. The low ball was difficult for me to catch. I had no choice but to concede a goal. I was uneasy and thought: How should I hit this ball? .

Dad said, "You'd better surrender." I responded, "Seniors can be killed, but not killed." The head can be severed and the blood can be shed. impossible. ’ Let me come up with a plan to lure the tiger away from the mountain. Hit a ball to the left. Dad caught a ball. I hit another ball to the right. Dad didn't receive it. Dad came up with a trick. Hit me a ball. The ball flew to the ground at a speed that was less than lightning. I was stunned. Dad laughed. I remained silent. Take advantage of dad not paying attention. I hit a ball. fell to the ground. It took a long time for Dad to recover. The battle between me and my dad became more and more intense. In the end I failed. 200-word essay on playing badminton Part 6

Today is Wednesday. I have finished my homework, read books for more than an hour, and watched TV. What should I do? I was eating and watching TV. With that, I can play badminton with others!

Just do it, I called Taotao, took the badminton racket and went downstairs. Taotao has already been waiting downstairs. The comparison started. I saw Taotao serving a light ball. I knew he was going to use a fish lure to hook the fish, so I sent a diamond ball. Taotao didn't catch it, so I won this time. Later, I sent a ball that would lead the tiger away from the mountain, and Taotao saw through it. So, he served a rebound ball. He won this time. We fought for a long time, but our scores were almost the same, so I expressed that my level was about the same as his.

Finally, I said to Taotao: "We will fight again tomorrow." "Yes!" Today, I am so happy! 200-word essay on playing badminton Part 7

After dinner today, my mother and I were playing badminton downstairs. We were going to play a "life or death" game.

We have designated a place in front of the building. First I served, and I heard a "bang" sound. The badminton flew to my mother like lightning. She swung the racket with a smile and hit it hard. The ball hit my side. I waved the racket with all my strength and the ball When I went to my mother's place, I said, "Mom, I want you to see how powerful I am." My mother was distracted and didn't continue. I won the first game, and my mother said, "You're cheating! You talked on purpose to distract me." "I smiled and said, "Let's play another game if you're not convinced." My mother didn't want to be outdone and said, "I'm sure to win."

The second game started, and I saw my mother holding the ball with her left hand. Holding the racket in my right hand, the ball flew towards my chest like an arrow. I didn't catch the ball and the ball hit me. Mom won.

My mother and I were going back and forth, fighting so hard that we were sweating profusely. My mother said: "We both just lost weight, but we have to stick to it." A 200-word essay on playing badminton Part 8

On August 23, in the morning, my mother took me to the badminton hall opposite the sports center to play badminton. It was a place dedicated to playing badminton. It was much better than outside. There was no need to worry about it being blown away by the wind or hitting someone else's balcony, or hanging on a tree. It is very spacious and can play four groups at the same time. After I entered, I played four games with my brother Xu Rui. Xu Rui always played close to the ball. Later, I played with an older brother. He was very aggressive and made me sweat profusely. My brother was also sweating. I could never beat him, but I also won a few goals. After that we went to the sports center to play and then went home. We passed by Sihai Park. As we were walking, I accidentally looked up a tree and unexpectedly saw a bee nest. My mother said that this was not a bee nest, but an ant nest. Later, my mother looked carefully and found that it was really a bee. nest. I had a lot of fun today. A 200-word essay on playing badminton, Part 9

The weather was sunny and cloudless today. Xiaogang and I went to the park to play badminton.

Xiaogang gritted his teeth, held back all his energy, picked up the racket and hit it hard. He only heard a "swish" sound, and the ball flew towards me. I quickly picked up the racket to catch it, but... The badminton flew over my racket and hit a little brother on the head.

The little brother’s face was red and his eyes were filled with tears. He said, “It hurts so much, it hurts so much!” Xiaogang quickly walked over and said, “Give me back my badminton quickly.” After hearing this, my brother's face looked cloudy, gray and black, his nose opened and closed, his chest rose and fell, and he was so angry that he couldn't speak for a long time. I saw my little brother was angry, so I ran over quickly, said sorry and bowed.

The little brother’s face relaxed and he said it didn’t matter, just like that, we shook hands and made peace. 200-word essay on playing badminton Part 10

This morning, my father taught me how to play badminton.

The father holds the ball in his left hand and the racket in his right hand. My father threw the ball up first, swung the racket with his right hand, and hit me at once. Due to his inaccurate judgment of the ball, he couldn't hit the ball. I was very disappointed two or three times. My father told me: "Don't give up. If you don't play well at first, you can learn it very quickly as long as you work hard."

I cheered up again and picked up the badminton, feeling a little nervous. I threw the ball lightly, swung the racket in my right hand, and hit the ball. I missed the ball and lost again. This time I was not discouraged and picked up the ball and continued. This time, I sent the ball successfully, and my father also caught it successfully. In this way, my father accompanied me to practice repeatedly, and slowly my skills improved.

On the way home, I shouted loudly: "I finally mastered playing badminton! I am so happy!" 200-word essay on playing badminton Part 11

Today The weather was sunny and cloudless. Xiao Ming and I went to the park to play badminton.

Xiao Ming gritted his teeth, picked up the racket, and hit it hard. He heard a "swish" sound and the ball flew towards me. I immediately raised the racket and the ball flew out from my racket. , accidentally hit a little brother on the head with a "pop" sound.

The little brother’s face turned red and his eyes were filled with tears. The little brother said silently in his heart: "It hurts, it hurts!" Xiaojun said: "Give us our ball back." The little brother's face looked like a cloudy sky, gray and black, and his nostrils opened and closed. Yes, my chest rises and falls together. When I saw it, I quickly came over and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." I also bowed.

After hearing this, the little brother’s face lit up with joy, his eyes narrowed to a slit, and he said, “It doesn’t matter, you were careless anyway, so I’ll give the ball back to you.”

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We shook hands and made peace. 200-word essay on playing badminton Part 12

Today, my father took me to the badminton court to play badminton.

We went up to the second floor, wow, it’s so big! I took a look and saw that there were nine games in one ***, and we booked the second game. After a while, dad’s friend came over and we started fighting.

At the beginning we were playing singles, which was not interesting to me. I watched people playing doubles on Court No. 1. I thought they were all masters and played very well. However, I felt that it was too boring for me to be the only child, so I asked my father to invite my good friends over to play badminton together.

After he came over, the two of us just kept beating each other, and took a break when we were tired. , after a while, we started playing doubles again. I think doubles is much more fun than singles, so we played for a long time.

When we got tired, we switched to another group of people. After all was done, we went home.

Although I was really tired from playing today, it was very fun! A 200-word essay on playing badminton, Part 13

I have so many interesting things! Let me pick out an interesting thing about playing badminton and cheer you up!

Today I was watching TV at home, and my father was knocking on the door. I opened the door, and my father took out a pair of badminton rackets and a badminton hall. I fought with my father and lost in just two or three rounds. After this game in Beijing, I have been training hard and finally got a tie with my father. At that time, everyone had been able to play more than ten rounds with my father. After that, I trained hard again, thinking that I must surpass my father.

Although my father was able to fight me for a few rounds in the end, he was basically unable to withstand my attacks. In the end, my father was defeated in just a few rounds just like I was in the first grade of middle school.

How about, after listening to my interesting stories, if you don’t know how to play badminton yet: come and learn how to play badminton! It’s really fun to persevere and fun to win.