Feather excellent composition

In daily study, work and life, writing is the most unfamiliar thing for everyone. With the help of words, people can achieve the purpose of cultural exchange. Then the question comes, how to write an excellent composition? The following is my excellent feather composition for everyone. Welcome to read the collection.

Feather excellent composition 1 I don't know where, a gust of wind blows, and there is a passion for playing with feathers. From far to near, from far to near, finally, our class also fell in love with playing badminton. Since then, badminton has caused an uproar in the class.

Let's go to the playground first. You see, the playground, which is usually quiet and desolate, has now become a "land of feng shui". The playground became lively and the atmosphere became lively. The playground was full of sweat and cheers, and it was a little angry. Look, isn't that "braggart" Wang Saicheng! Hehe, he is bragging again: "Where does he play badminton?" If I play, I will win in a row. You wait and see! "Unexpectedly, he slipped and fell in the first game." If you can't stand still, what badminton can you play? ""just, just, don't make a fool of yourself here. "He also wants to save face." It was an accident, not counting. Let's play another game. "But everyone's attention has shifted to other places." It's been more than ten rounds, and my eyes are spent. Who will win? ""Yes, yes, I guess Zou Kexin won. " "Not necessarily, ha ha. "I saw badminton flying in the sky, flying past, like a bird with white wings, stopping on the badminton racket for a while, and then flying out. Zou Kexin accidentally dropped his hand and lost it.

The pace of graduation examination approached slowly, like a gust of wind, which distracted our interest and the playground was silent again.

Finally, my father will take me to play badminton. Because I used to play in a small place downstairs, this time I played in a standard venue with cable and internet. I have been longing for it for a long time.

However, when I saw a net much higher than me on badminton, I was too scared to play. No matter what my father said, I wouldn't play. Later, my father was anxious, so I took out my trick: crying. But it doesn't seem to work this time. My father will beat me when he sees me crying, saying that I am timid and have no courage. I have no choice but to hold my head high. I have never played the Internet for the first time, nor have I played the Internet for the second time. I'll come again for the third time ... strange, dad.

Dad not only didn't get angry, he didn't laugh at me, but also looked at me with a smile, as if encouraging me. I have concentrated, and I don't know how many times. Under the impact of my racket, Yinyu drew a beautiful arc and flew over the net to the other side of the field.

Dad praised me, and my heart was filled with joy. Next, I got some balls from my father and some didn't. I think I'm making progress, and I'm really happy for myself.

If you are tired of playing, it will be my mother. Although I said to myself, "My mother hardly missed a ball on the ground and played perfectly with my father." But I thought to myself, one day I will surpass my mother and beat my father.

It's my turn again My father and I are neck and neck, and I am so tired that I am sweating after running. Dad used my care to serve, and I missed it. I lost again.

Feather Excellent Composition 3 Once my parents took me to Longyuan Lake to play badminton. I was fascinated by it, so I begged my parents to teach me, and they agreed.

My parents taught me to serve first, throw the ball down quickly, and then hit the ball immediately when it falls. There is another way: throw the ball up, and then press it down sharply when it falls, but I hit it too low and the ball fell to the grass like a frightened bird. My parents encouraged me, saying that as long as I keep exercising, I will definitely learn to master the skills. After listening to this, I gained confidence and practiced harder. Finally, my serve went over the net. Mom and dad continue to teach me how to catch the ball. Isn't this a small case? I hit the ball sent by my father back at three-five.

I finally learned to play badminton, and my heart is sweeter than drinking honey.

A few weeks ago, I asked my father to teach me to play badminton. However, the weather is not beautiful, and it is always windy these days. Finally, I look forward to sunny weather.

I immediately changed my sneakers and sportswear at home. I chose a flat land and dragged my father to play badminton on the ground. "You start." As I spoke, I made a standard catch posture. As soon as dad threw the badminton, he served a beautiful ball. I immediately ran over and waved my racket, fanning away a mass of air, but the badminton landed on my foot.

I was not convinced and said, "One more!" I stared at badminton with rapt attention. "hey!" I hit it hard and it staggered with the ball again. "hey!" Badminton fell to the ground again, damn it! Why don't badminton rackets work as well as pencils? I thought to myself.

After several rounds, I was so tired that I threw the badminton listlessly and hit my father. My father only patted me gently, and badminton quickly flew to my side. I pick up, "ah! Really caught it! " I was so excited that I didn't expect to push too hard and fall to the ground. I ran home in tears, and my mother said, "All sports are always difficult to practice. How do you cry when you fall? " I think it makes sense. I went to play badminton with my father again, and gradually I felt more and more comfortable.

Through practicing badminton this time, I understand a truth: it is easier to see flowers than to embroider. However, nothing is difficult in the world, nothing is impossible to a willing mind.

Teacher Wu announced: "Today, we are going to play a game." The classroom exploded as soon as we listened. The students are in high spirits and can't wait to ask the teacher how to play.

No sooner had Mr. Wu announced the rules than everyone scrambled to start the game. In the first round, a boy and a girl entered the boxing ring. They stared at the feather in Mr. Wu's hand. Mr. Wu vomited. Feather seems to have listened to the boy's words and floated straight to the girl's territory. The girl puffed up her cheeks and blew hard, and the feather flew to the boy's territory. The boys did not show weakness and blew hard, but the feathers did not float to the girls' site, but to the boys' site. At this time, the boy was flustered and exhausted, and his feathers were blown far away by the boy. The girl jumped over, took a hard breath and flew back to the boy's territory. When the boy saw that China Merchants Bank was blocked, he jumped up with a whoosh and blew his feathers off. The girl saw it. She didn't want to be defeated. She quickly squatted down to blow, and a miracle appeared, and the feather flew again. Before the girl stood up, the boy blew into the distance. Girls can only watch feathers flying in their own territory. The students in the audience cheered.

In the cheers and shouts of the students, the game is over. This game tells me to use my head when playing and be good at grasping the chance to win.

Badminton is a familiar sport, and I like playing badminton very much at ordinary times. This summer, my mother enrolled me in a badminton class, and I was still thinking: I can play badminton, don't I need to learn?

In the first class, when I walked into the badminton hall, I was shocked by what I saw: there were more than a dozen nets in the huge badminton hall, and every net had students practicing. I saw white balls flying around like swallows under their command, which made me envious. I thought: If only I could play as well as them.

The training began, and the coach asked us to practice basic skills, swing, lift and do these boring actions repeatedly. The coach saw that I was a little impatient, so he called me aside and said, "Zhang is going to catch the ball!" " "The words sound just fell and the ball flew towards me. I wonder if it's because of nervousness. I hardly got the ball from the coach. After several rounds, I was exhausted from running and sat beside me moping. So the coach came to touch my head and said with a smile, "Are you not good at badminton? "Why can't you even catch the ball?" I faltered and bowed my head in embarrassment. The coach went on to say, "If you do anything, you must start from scratch and lay a solid foundation, then you can make greater progress.". Do you understand? " After listening to the coach's words, I cheered up and began to practice my basic skills seriously. Now my badminton has made obvious progress.

Through this badminton training, I realized how important it is to be down to earth.

Yuyou Composition 7 had a holiday, and my mother bought me a brand-new badminton racket. I am so happy that I can't wait to learn to play badminton.

We chose a clearing and started. My mother showed me the posture and movements of the racket ball first. I looked at it and said, "Easy!" "Then I came to power. I held the badminton in my left hand, aimed the racket at the ball and picked it forward hard, but the ball fell to the ground. Not convinced, I tried again. This ball seems to have deliberately done the right thing for me. I told him to fly out, but he wanted to jump to the ground. I thought to myself, "Why didn't this badminton listen to me? I think mom plays very easily! "My mother saw that I failed to serve several balls in a row, so she came to teach me patiently and made several moves hand in hand with me. Under my mother's careful teaching and hard practice, I learned to serve and catch the ball, and finally I can play several rounds with my mother.

By learning to play badminton, I understand a truth: no matter what I do, I will succeed as long as I do it with my heart.

Feather Excellent Composition 8 Today, I was walking with my friends on campus when I suddenly saw a feather on the ground. This is a gray feather, not as gorgeous as peacock hair, not as gorgeous as parrot hair, not as white as goose hair during the day. Gray, unremarkable. But it's trying to shine and give off color. Feathers make up birds' beautiful coats, keeping them warm and protecting their delicate bodies. Feather has become a sacred "bird protector".

I am also a bird, and my parents are my feathers.

When I met the cold wind, the feathers wrapped around me tightly, which made me feel a little cold. When I am in danger, my feathers stand upright like hedgehog hair, so that my body is not hurt at all. When I want to travel around the world, feathers make my wings tough and let me spread my wings and fly freely. Feathers are "guardians". It always protects my body carefully and meticulously, and has never had any complaints. So I often comb my feathers carefully as a gift in return. Every feather represents happiness and warmth. It is ordinary and great.

A feather is a feeling, and both my parents are my feathers.

Feather Excellent Composition 9 This evening, after I finished my homework, I asked my mother to play badminton with me. We chose the open space next to the house to practice.

I don't know how to play badminton, especially my service skill is poor. It's not my turn to serve I served many times, but I didn't serve to the opponent, because either I threw the ball askew, or I threw it too fast and missed it, or I threw it behind or in front of me when I threw it. I've been playing badminton alone for so long that I'm embarrassed to think about it myself. At this time, mom. My mother gave me another demonstration. I did it according to my mother's method. I throw the ball up first, then stare at it, and then hit it with a badminton racket after it falls a little. After practicing for a while, I can hit the ball to my mother beautifully and make great progress. The best result was playing three or four rounds with my mother.

Once, my mother hit a ball and hit a tree. No matter how we shook it, the ball didn't fall. Sometimes, when I serve food to my mother, I will hit the bushes. I always go in and take the ball out.

We finished serving and catching the ball here.

I have been learning badminton these days. Badminton is my favorite sport.

When I first started to learn badminton, I thought it would be very tiring to play badminton, so I didn't want to learn it. But my mother said: "learning badminton can make blood flow quickly and increase the flexibility of thighs." Ah, so learning badminton has so many benefits. I must learn it.

Once, I quarreled with my teacher. I served a beautiful ball with a graceful posture. The ball drew a beautiful arc in the air, and the badminton slammed and the ball fell to the ground. The teacher looked at the ball and waved it. As a result, he threw his hand into the air. I saw him clutching his stomach, but I smiled naughtily. I thought to myself: this time, I can beat the teacher out of the water. Just when I was happy, the teacher's ball flew in the air like an arrow and fell to the ground with a bang. I picked it up with a racket and slammed it at the teacher with the method of "fishing for the moon in the sea" The teacher caught the ball unhurriedly, and it landed in front of me with a swish like magic. At this time, I was thinking that the teacher must have missed the ball, but in front of me, the snow-white badminton had fallen to the ground.

From these times, I learned not to get carried away, I may miss my chance. Although playing badminton has many benefits, you must study hard.

Yuyou Composition 1 1 This summer vacation, my mother is going to teach us to play badminton.

Why should I learn to play badminton? That's because one day, I saw my mother playing badminton with an aunt. They played well. They played 100 rounds, so I went to learn to play badminton.

At the beginning of school, badminton played against me. You see, I said left, but it happened on the right. I told it was on the right, but it happened on the left. I am so angry that I don't want to learn. But my mother told me a gentleman's word first, recalling a horse is hard to catch, and encouraged me to say, "You will learn badminton well." With my mother's encouragement, I became more diligent and worked harder. I soon learned to play badminton. Now our racket is like a letter. Badminton flies around and dances like a homing pigeon in our racket.

I like playing badminton.

I love sports, like playing basketball, badminton, swimming and so on. But in the process, I found that every time I played badminton, I bought a ball and didn't play it. After I played a few times, I couldn't. Either my hair has fallen off or my thread is broken, which is very distressing. So I had the idea of making my own badminton. I told my father what I thought, and my father agreed. We used our brains, combined with the structure and principle of badminton, and finally thought of a method that we thought was very good, so we found materials and started making it.

First, find an abandoned beverage bottle and cut off its lower half. Then cut the rest into strips and cut them to the bottle mouth to make a badminton skeleton.

Secondly, I found another marble as the center of gravity of the ball, but I found that the marble was too heavy to fit. Later, I modified the base of the used badminton and stuffed it into the bottle mouth. Hey, it's working, recycling, just right

Then, we found a set of fruit net to cover the bottle, fixed it with adhesive tape and decorated it with some ribbons. Such a beautiful and practical self-made badminton containing our painstaking efforts and wisdom will be done.

Needless to say, after a period of trial, this badminton is durable, and the effect is really good for an amateur like me.

Seeing my own achievements, I feel that I should pay attention to observation, use my head and work hard in my life. In fact, there are many things that can be combined with reality and slightly modified to better meet their own needs.

Today, my father and I went to the Children's Palace in Qinhuai District. I took the elevator with several children. It's too crowded to go up together It is so crowded that I can hardly breathe. No sooner had I heard "Ding Dong" than the elevator next to me came down. Some people rushed to another elevator, and we finally parted. On the fourth floor, all the children next to me ran in (Yang Yang Badminton Club). I was nervous and leaned against my father. My father said, "You should know what you should do!" " "I'm still timid, and my father said," It's all right. Go and ask that aunt! ""I hesitated for a while, walked over and asked softly, "Aunt, I'm new here. My name is O 'Peng Yu. Is there me on it? "Aunt said," Yes, next time you come, go directly to the 9 th and 10 districts and wait for the bus. Now that the coach is here, you go in and wait for a while. The coach is here, you give her the list. " My father and I walked quickly into Area 9. 10. I saw that all the benches next to me were occupied, so I had to stand (paused). The coach came and I handed the list up. The coach said, "Gather around!" " We quickly assembled, dad was watching, and the coach told us to stand tall in front and short in the back.

Finally, we went through the customs one by one. When I got there, I felt my heart pounding like a rabbit in my pocket. It's also like eighteen buckets of water-seven ups and eight downs. What a happy day!

Today is Sunday, and my mother has the opportunity to play badminton with me. I'm so happy!

The "battle" has begun! First of all, I served, and I got a "fly ball" first. I saw badminton fly like a sword, and my mother was caught off guard. As soon as she lifted the racket, the ball fell to the ground. I proudly made a face at my mother: Hum! Can't beat me! I smiled proudly! I only heard my mother shout, "Watch the ball!" This time, I was in a hurry and ran in the direction where the ball came from, but it was already late and the ball landed firmly on the ground.

Mother said, "Don't lose heart, be careful next time!" " "I stared at the ball in my mother's hand and thought," Come on! I'm ready! Act! " I heard my mother say, "Catch the ball!" " "I looked at the direction of the ball calmly, and it was almost in front of me. I flew up the racket and aimed at the badminton "pa", ha! I caught it. My mother thought I couldn't catch it again, so I won!

I want to play badminton with my mother next time.

/kloc-how do you spend the weekend on 0/5? With my good friends, I played a badminton match with my brother and Zhou Junhao this Saturday.

Let's talk about the rules of the game first: two people compete, and 1 person serves as the referee. Three balls were replaced. Out of bounds counts as one, spike counts as one, and hitting the board without serving counts as one. Serving is your choice.

All right, the game is on. In the first round, I played Zhou Junhao. I threw the ball up, and with a bang, it flew to Zhou Junhao like a bird. Zhou Junhao picked up the racket, waved his hand and the ball flew past. Yeah! Zhou Junhao has a ball. This time, Zhou Junhao serves, and with a bang, the ball is out of bounds. "Hahahaha ~ Can you play ball?" I said to Zhou Junhao, "Don't jump to conclusions so quickly. Maybe I won. " Zhou Junhao said unconvinced. I served, Zhou Junhao hit back, I hit again, and Zhou Junhao was too slow to hit.

"Come down!" The younger brother said to Zhou Junhao. My brother looked at me contemptuously, and I looked at him contemptuously. I picked up the ball, threw it up and sent it out. My brother also waved his racket and missed. One, one! My brother served and I missed. It's even. I serve, but he can't catch it. He served and I missed it. Can you guess who won?

Although my playing skills are poor, I can practice well.