Watch 300-word parent-child shooting composition

Today, my brother and I had a shooting competition. The rules of the game are as follows: each person throws 10 times, and one throw is added 1 minute. I don't care about 32 1. I rushed forward to grab the expired basketball from my brother and stood behind the yellow line of the canopy. I aimed at basketball and flew out like a child with wings. I touched the basket and bounced out, but I didn't lose heart. Then I threw it for the second time, the third time ... the tenth time, I voted 10 times and didn't vote for one, totaling 0. My brother looked at my sad face, angry and funny. I picked up the ball and threw it out without looking. I missed it. I jumped three feet for joy. It's no use laughing at my brother, but I didn't expect the second ball and the third ball to be thrown away. My brother was angry, and then I threw four more, a total of six. I lost the first game. In the second game, it's time for me to show my talents again. I gritted my teeth, frowned and paused. As soon as I aimed, the basketball flew out again, spinning, and the ball bounced out with a bang. I was so angry that I couldn't help whispering. I looked at this unruly ball in my hand.