Fourth grade bicycle composition

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Cycling composition for the fourth grade 1 I am really anxious to see that all my classmates around me have learned to ride a bike, but they can't yet. I made up my mind to learn to ride a bike.

I got up early that morning. Because I wanted to learn to ride a bike, I woke my mother up and asked her to teach me. My mother and I went downstairs and thought, what if we can't teach ourselves? When I went downstairs, my mother began to teach me. She gave me a demonstration first and told me to remember the main points while doing it. After listening to this, my mother immediately said, "It's so easy!" I learned from my mother's appearance, grabbed the handlebar with both hands, stepped on the left pedal with my left foot and stepped on it a few times. When I was about to match my left foot with my right foot, one of my centers of gravity was unstable and I almost fell down. I didn't expect things that looked easy to do to be so difficult to do!

My mother told me the essentials of cycling again. This time I can concentrate on the lecture and not fall to the ground. I got on the bus again, and my mother hugged me behind me and kept telling me, "Look straight ahead, keep your center of gravity stable and relax." With my mother's help, I got on the bus and the car gradually moved forward. I am proud of myself, but my bike wobbles, loses its center of gravity and leans to one side. I suddenly panicked and didn't know what to do. My bike fell to the ground and my leg was cut by the handlebar. Although the fall was painful, I still insisted on getting up and continuing to practice.

I got on the bus again, and my mother kept encouraging me, "Well done, stick to it and you will succeed!" " Come on! "Unconsciously, my mother and loosen the hand to hold the car. My bike runs smoothly forward, and I feel the trees on both sides moving backwards, and the breeze is blowing on my face, which is very comfortable.

I can ride a bike as well as my classmates around me. I'm so happy. Learning to ride a bike taught me a truth. As long as I am not afraid of difficulties and work hard, I will be rewarded.

What is childhood? It is a cicada in the tree, a frog in the water, a short song of a shepherd's flute, and a mystery of his companions ... In short, childhood is carefree and happy. Whenever I vividly recall the interesting stories of my childhood, my face always glows with ruddy luster. After all, the past is like the murmur of running water in my heart. Once the generation is so eloquent. ...

When I was 5 years old, my mother took me to my grandmother's house. Grandma lives in the country, so many people ride horses from this village to that village. I am envious and want to try riding, but Matthew is too tall for me to ride. I was just about to get on the bus when I saw my grandmother feeding the pigs. I thought pigs were small and easy to eat. As soon as I saw grandma feeding pigs, I went to the pigsty. The pig ran into grandma's garden, with cucumbers and persimmons in it. I was trampled by a pig and scratched by branches of a fruit tree. This time, grandma caught the pig. After driving the pig into the nest, grandma said I was too naughty to even ride the pig.

Another time was when I was seven years old. I just learned to ride a bike. I was not very good at riding at that time. My mother and I rode bicycles to the square to play, where there was a lot of space. I got there by bike, riding faster and faster, and suddenly I saw an adult riding a bike in front of me. I couldn't stop because I rode too fast. I was about to hit it when my mother called me. I thought to myself, "I'll get hurt if I hit it, and I'm not good at riding." What if I tumble? " I don't know what to do. Then I suddenly remembered: "It must be okay to jump out of the car." I jumped out of the car. I wasn't hurt, but my car was hit by that man.

Whenever I recall these things, I always giggle, so sweet and so brilliant. It seems that all fascinating memories are vividly reproduced. I continue to think about the poetic years and dreamy seasons when I was young ... I think childhood is a tree without rings, which will never grow old and will never disappear. ...

I am timid by nature and never take the initiative to explore anything. Whenever I see others riding bicycles, I envy them and want to learn. When I told my mother this bold idea, my mother readily agreed.

I started a story about riding. At first, I couldn't even master the movement of getting on the bus. I'm a little depressed and more scared. My mother demonstrated and encouraged me again and again. Let me have confidence, try again, and it worked! The depression in my heart suddenly turned into joy and excitement. When I got on the bus, I began to learn the essentials of stepping on the faucet while holding it, and tried it again and again. At first, I was too nervous to look straight ahead. My heart is full of all kinds of conjectures: falling, falling ... "Keep your head up and look forward, don't be afraid, relax!" " My mother found my timidity and encouraged me in time. My mother's encouraging words made me regain my confidence and courage. I tried my best to calm myself down and overcome my fears. "Look ahead, just step on it, press and hold the faucet gently." I did what my mother said and stepped on it for a long time. "bend!" Mom reminded me. What should I do? What should I do? Seeing the curve getting closer and closer to me, I couldn't help but panic. Suddenly, I remembered what my mother said: just master the faucet. So, when I turned the corner, I grabbed the faucet with my hand and twisted it. I continued to step on it and passed the checkpoint at once. I have a sense of pride again. I found that my hand, which had been clutching the faucet, gradually relaxed and the sweat on my palm gradually disappeared. I rode faster, steadier and more relaxed. "Don't you think there is anything wrong? I will let go. " My mother said to me excitedly. Ah, I can, I can ride. I practiced getting on and off again. Without my mother's help, I can go up and down freely in the March. Although there are failures, failure is the mother of success. I can finally ride a bike, and I'm no longer worried about the road ahead. I can let go tactfully.

Learning to ride a bike this time, I can not only ride a bike, but also overcome my fears and fears. It's killing two birds with one stone! I am so happy to overcome the difficulties!

On a sunny day, my father and I went shopping by bike. My family has two bicycles. Usually I can't ride a bike, so my father takes me to ride it. Today, I offered to ride my bike. I asked my father to teach me the essentials of cycling.

Dad took out a red and black bike from the garage and told me, "When riding a bike, you must keep your balance.". Don't tilt it. Fall down! " "I nodded seriously. Through the usual observation, I quickly found the pedal, stepped on it and rode slowly. Sometimes I lean to the left, and I tilt the handlebar to the right, which is also balanced. After a while, my father followed me by bike and said, "smelly boy, you have learned well." You learn so fast, which has something to do with riding a stroller when you were a child, but after all, this car is big, be careful! " "wow! I can ride a bike! " I said excitedly that I had forgotten my father's advice at this time, and the speed of cycling was getting faster and faster, and I was getting farther and farther away from my father. Suddenly, I slipped and fell, and I cried loudly. Dad told me not to move, and ran as fast as Liu Xiang. He helped me up slowly and asked, "Are you all right, son?" After listening to my father's greetings, my heart warmed up and I replied, "I'm fine." Dad said, "I'd better take you." You haven't mastered the essentials of cycling. " After listening to my father's words, I said loudly, "No, I won't give up." Dad smiled with relief. I got on the bus again. After last class, I paid attention to the balance between my feet and handlebars. Slowly, I can keep up with my father's speed. I am so happy that I am about to cry. After I came back, my father said to me, "Son, through your unremitting efforts, you learned to ride a bike. I'm proud of you. "

I think: be careful and patient in everything you do in the future, and you can't fall down like this. This experience of learning to drive has taught me a truth: don't give up, have the courage to try, don't be afraid of failure, and you will succeed in the end!

How envious I am every time I see my big brothers and sisters riding bicycles to school. I wish I could ride a bike! No, just after the summer vacation, I pestered my father to teach me to ride a bike. Dad smiled and said to me, "Son, if you want to learn to ride a bike, you have to suffer!" " "I said confidently," no problem, I'll learn it soon! " "So, dad pushed his little bike out for me to practice.

At first, I climbed into the car awkwardly, and my foot just reached the pedal. My dad helped me climb up and put the back frame of the car, so I stepped on it hard. At this time, the bike swung from side to side for a while, and I was riding like a drunk. Seeing me riding a bike, my father couldn't help laughing at the back. I pouted: "What are you laughing at? I can ride it myself! " "Then try it yourself and find the feeling!" Dad let go of his hand, and I didn't go far and fell to the ground. I stood up and felt a pain. At first glance, my palms were scratched and my knees were sore. I sat on the ground and said angrily, "It's really difficult to learn to ride a bike. I am injured, I don't want to learn! " "

But my father deliberately inspired me: "I told you, you are afraid of suffering, so you have to give in!" " "I'm even angrier:" I don't believe I can't ride! ""I was about to push the cart when I got up. My father stopped me and said earnestly, "Son, who has learned to ride a bike and has never fallen?" My father learned to ride a car when he was a child, and he fell worse than you! " You have to master the skills of learning to drive, just try it a few times. "So, I got up the courage and rode again." Keep your eyes forward, don't bow your head, keep your arms steady and push your feet hard! "My father guided me in the back. Although I fell to the ground several times, I still stood up and got on the bike without hesitation. After practicing again and again, I finally learned to ride a bike!

This is really a win-win situation. I learned to ride a bike. Through this kind of study, I learned that no matter what I do, I should not give up easily when I encounter difficulties. Only by working hard to overcome difficulties can I do well.

My mother has always said that I am a little fat in recent days, but I can't think of any good exercise except skipping rope every day. While I was thinking hard, an idea suddenly flashed into my mind. I have a bike that my sister gave me. I want to make good use of her and learn while I have time. So I can learn the same skills more. So I moved out of the dusty bike, and then carefully cleaned, inflated and locked it, so in the next few days, it became my closest partner.

In the past, because I was not tall enough, I fell word by word as soon as I got on the bus, and I didn't dare to try. This time, there seems to be a kind of magic that attracts me, an irresistible magic that tells me that I must learn this time.

At first, as soon as I got on the bike, the car wobbled and its center of gravity was unstable. My feet clung to the ground, and my hands clung to the handle, and my hands were red. After a long time of not practicing, I was sweating all over. I slowly tried to put my foot on the pedal, but my nervous legs were shaking. I overcame my fear and practiced for an afternoon over and over again, and finally found some feelings.

The next day, I continued to learn cycling downstairs with this enthusiasm. It was only the next day that I expected that I could really get my feet off the ground, although there were still many unskilled places. At this time, I saw an old woman coming. I don't know how to turn the steering wheel. I'm about to hit it. I was so scared that I didn't know what to do at the moment. I stood up as soon as the tap was turned off. Oh, it hurts! This autumn is really so sour. Continue to practice after getting up. It was because of that fall that I felt less terrible, so I learned to ride a bike.

In fact, life is nothing difficult. As long as you overcome the difficulties in your heart and study hard, then no matter how difficult it is, it will not beat me.

When I was 7 years old, I saw my brothers and sisters riding bicycles to school in the street. I admired them very much. I hope that one day, I can ride a bike like them and freely shuttle through the streets. So, I clamored for my father to buy me a bike.

In this way, I got a bike with a uneasy heart. Looking at the bicycle that seems to be drunk, I really have mixed feelings in my heart. I asked my father to push me behind me and help me "give me a hand", but the kind father had no choice but to listen to my orders at the back. I got into the car seat, grabbed the handlebar with both hands and stepped on the pedal with both feet. My palms are sweating and my heart is pounding.

We rode round and round and were soon out of breath. I don't know why, but my father let go. When I realized it, I suddenly panicked. I only heard a bang, and I hit a tree. My ass seems to be broken in two, and it hurts. The hot sun burned my back mercilessly, and I was so desperate that I wanted to give up. At this time, my mother's words rang in my ear: "If you want to do a good job, you must stick to it and never give up halfway, so that you can succeed." Thought of here, I suddenly came to strength. So I began to train harder, once, twice, three times ... I don't know how many times I walked back and forth, but I persisted and let the sweat flow from my head. God helps those who help themselves. I finally conquered this broken bike.

It is not easy to learn to ride, but it makes me understand a truth: as long as you persist, you can do everything well.

Playing in the yard the other day, I found several children about my age riding bicycles. Seeing them running around on bicycles, I was envious. So I also begged my father to buy me a small bike. I didn't expect my father to readily agree.

As soon as I finished my homework today, my father pushed the bike I just bought home. I was so happy to see that colorful new car that I immediately pushed it out of the door. Mom followed me out of the door, speak slowly! But where can we slow down? I thought it was difficult to step on the left pedal with my left foot just after going out, but my right foot broke just after leaving the ground. Why is the handlebar still swinging? I fell to the ground in a hurry. At this time, my mother ran over and said with distress, "It hurts! Go home to study tomorrow. " I didn't feel my knees burning until my mother said this, but when I saw other children riding bicycles, I said, "It doesn't hurt, it's okay." My mother seemed to see through my mind and smiled and said to me, "If you don't back down when you encounter difficulties, you are a brave child, but you can't do anything by courage alone." You can only succeed with courage and wisdom! " Cycling should start with pedaling, and keep balance with fists in both hands. "So that's it. I don't want to be a foolhardy person, so I started practicing again according to my mother's method, once or twice ... the next day ... the third day, I finally learned to ride a bike, and I tasted the joy of success, which also made me deeply understand that everything should be mastered and not done recklessly. Only in this way can I overcome any difficulties!

When I was five years old, my grandmother and I were walking in the square and saw many children about my age riding bicycles. My grandmother said, "Haobo, you won't grow up by bike. You will be laughed at." I am a proud person and don't want to be laughed at by others in the future. I thought it would be fun to ride a bike, so I began to learn to ride a bike. Mother bought a bicycle, with a big gray body and a white basket in front. It is very beautiful.

Grandma and I moved the car downstairs, then pushed it to the playground and began to learn to ride a bike.

Grandma held the rear of the car and let me ride steadily, but as soon as I let go, I rode askew, shook myself and fell down. I said to my grandmother, "Grandma, why did you let go so quickly?" Grandma criticized me instead: "I think you can go now." In addition, when I was a child, I learned to ride a bike without an adult. " These words surprised me!

The second time, I asked my grandmother to help me for longer, but this time I fell down again. Originally, I thought: grandma has been supporting me, and this time I will definitely walk to the end of the playground. However, the result was completely beyond my imagination. Riding, I lost my mind and fell off the car without holding my hand firmly. First I touched my ass and fell badly, then I looked at my legs. It was dark, and the oil on the chain stuck to my leg! But I looked up and the car was still standing in the middle. Grandma smiled and said, "What a fool! Come again! It's ugly to see you like that! " I patted my ass, stood up again and continued to practice cycling.

When I practiced for the third time, I didn't ask my grandmother for help. I learned from the previous lessons and started practicing again. As a result, I don't have to go around. I can ride a bike!

I was very happy at that time!

It's a fine day today. My mother said, "You are too old to ride a bike. Today, mom will take you to conquer this bike. "

I pushed my bike to the square, trying to conquer this thing by myself, but as soon as I came, it knocked me down. It seems to say, "You can't ride a bike, you are not my master. Why did you touch me? I am very angry. " I really wanted to conquer this "wild horse", so I sat on it slowly. It was relatively stable at first. I looked back and found that my mother had been hiding behind to help me. I thought I could ride it, and I was very proud. But as soon as my mother let go, I fell down with my car and my tears came out. My mother said, "Don't be afraid, as long as you work hard, you will certainly learn." I swore in my heart: I must ride it well.

I picked up my bike, rode and fell, and fell and rode. My mother always encouraged me, and I persisted. Look, God didn't pity me. I fell heavily from the car again. This is terrible. My hand was broken and my blood came out. I really don't want to ride anymore. My mother also said, "Let's talk about it next time!" "But the more I think about it, the angrier I get: Can't I really learn? I must stick to it. I said to my mother, "I must learn to ride a bike today!" "My mother touched my head happily and said," You can do it! " "

After lunch, I pushed the car to the square to practice. After falling down again and again, get up again and again. Over and over again, I finally learned to ride a bike.

Through this driving lesson, I understand a truth: as long as you never give up and keep working hard, there is nothing you can't overcome and nothing you can't learn.

At noon on Sunday, the sun was blazing, and the burning sun scorched the earth. In such hot weather, everyone hid at home to blow air conditioners, eat freezers and watch TV, while I learned to ride a bike in the yard with great interest.

I held the handlebar tightly with both hands, sat firmly in my seat, stepped on the accelerator, gritted my teeth and pushed hard, and the car staggered forward like a drunk. I thought to myself, "It's so easy to ride a bike." Just when I was in high spirits, the car turned left and threw me out, causing me to fall. "ouch! I fell dead! " I shouted angrily, "If I had known that learning to ride a bike would hurt, I wouldn't have learned it. It hurts my heart too much. " With the change of mood, the weather is hot, and sweat rushes down my face like raindrops. Forget it, don't learn. "You can't give up halfway." Mom's words rang in my ears again. I can't just give up, so I'm determined to learn to ride a bike.

I rode my bike with confidence and slammed on the accelerator. The bike went forward like a toddler. I pedaled a few times, and the bike drove more than 20 meters smoothly. Unexpectedly, something unexpected happened, and the wheel was cushioned by a stone. As a result, the car fell down and fell to the ground with me, which brought me into close contact with the earth. But this time I didn't lose heart, but endured the pain and continued to practice. ...

After repeating this for more than a dozen times, everything paid off, and I finally learned to ride a bike. Through this incident, I realized a truth; Hard work is the secret of success.

I feel comfortable watching my brother and sister ride bicycles, but I have suffered a lot from learning to drive. Every time I watch my brothers and sisters ride bicycles, I envy them. As soon as Dad finished his homework at home that day, I dragged him to learn driving. At first, I couldn't get on the bus. Later, with the help of my father, I finally got on the bus. But what's the use of not riding in the car? I tried to put one foot on the mat, but as soon as I got on the bus, I fell down several times. Thanks to my father's support. Dad told me to relax and not be nervous. Even if I fall, he will hold me and slowly say to himself, "Don't be nervous. When I get nervous, I fall.". It will hurt when you fall. " Don't say it really works. I slowly relaxed. At first, my father helped me, and then I slowly let go of the tap. I'm glad I can ride a bike without my father. I fell down. Cats meow ... alas!

What's more, this scene was actually seen by my brother. Let him laugh out of breath, I am an indomitable girl. My brother's smile even inspired me to learn to ride a bike. Regardless of the pain, I immediately stood up and sat on my bike, because I had the last experience and learned the last lesson. God helps those who help themselves. I finally learned to ride a bike. Not only that, I also challenged my brother to compete with him. Although I just learned, I am no worse than my brother.

In life, we will encounter all kinds of difficulties, but as long as we overcome it, life will be beautiful. Until now, my father has been encouraging me and inspiring me during that time.

It is also shameful to ride a bike. I can't ride a bike in the fourth grade. I envy seeing my peers riding bicycles skillfully. But I have always been afraid of difficulties. I think it's too difficult to learn to ride a bike. I'm afraid of falling and getting hurt. My mother knew my ambivalence and encouraged me to learn to ride a bike. On this day, my mother borrowed a bike for me to ride.

At first, it was really hard. I'm so nervous. My bike is dangling, but it just doesn't work. I couldn't stay up there for a second, and the car collapsed. Although my mother helped me hold the back seat, I was still worried that my bike would tip over and I always leaned over to adjust it. As a result, I still couldn't ride it after a lot of effort. Mom and I are both very tired. My mother was in a hurry and simply stopped helping me. She said, "That won't do. I'll help you in the back You are very dependent. You are tall and ride by yourself. " My mother told me some common sense of cycling, such as keeping the direction steady, stepping on the protruding pedal with my right foot, slamming on my left foot and so on. I rode according to the method my mother taught me, and the car actually took two steps forward. I strike while the iron is hot, keep my direction steady, step hard on my right foot, pedal hard on my left foot, and pedal hard when my bike slips. Ah, I can ride a bike!

My mother watched me learn to ride a bike so quickly, and a compliment made me full of confidence. Without wiping my sweat, I rode around the playground again and again. Maybe I lost my mind, maybe I was too excited. As a beginner, I want to launch an "attack" on a small slope. I stepped back a few steps, then got on the bus and rode over. "bang! Hey! " The sand was flying and the dust was flying, so I fell down with my car and man. I suddenly flew into a rage. I must cross this slope! I continued the previous process and got on the bus and rode hard. Sorry, alas, "Boom" I fell down again. I think there will be many difficulties in my life, so I must overcome them. So I started the "attack" again. After many times of "care" from the slope, I finally crossed the slope. I am glad to have overcome the difficulties. But I need to practice more and be more skilled.

At the same time, I also understand a truth: nothing is difficult in the world, as long as you are willing to work hard, you will succeed.

Cycling composition 14 Whenever I play on the playground in the yard, I will see some big brothers and sisters flying by me on bicycles. I always think enviously, "When can I be as handsome as them and fly on a bike?" So, I am determined to learn to ride a bike.

That Sunday, I borrowed my sister's bike and began to practice. At first, my mother helped me ride. I just looked at the pedals. I couldn't ride well. My mother told me: "When riding a bike, keep your eyes on the front, put your hands on the handlebar and naturally lift your body." I rode for a while, really riding in my mother's way for a while. Suddenly, a man appeared in front of me Before I could brake, I rushed over and washed away the pot in the man's hand. The man gave me a bad look. I am ashamed and a little discouraged. My mother quickly came to comfort me and said, "Nothing, just be careful when riding a bike in the future." Encouraged by my mother, I started cycling again. The situation below is very bad. After a while, my leg fell black and blue. I endured the pain and thought, "I don't believe I can't learn!" " "My mother came to help me again, let me ride boldly. I was riding, and suddenly I found that my mother wouldn't help me. Ha ha! I can ride it myself! I was so happy that I set a goal for myself and rode five times around the playground. Soon, I accomplished this goal.

From then on, I learned to ride a bike, and finally I can ride a bike like those big brothers and sisters in the yard. From the beginning of learning to ride a bike, I understand: only pay, there will be a return.

The long-awaited winter vacation has finally arrived, and our family has returned to our long-lost hometown. The day after I returned to my hometown, I met my cousin. He smiled and said to me, "Xiaoyu, do you still remember what I promised you in the summer vacation?" "Of course, I just want to ask you to teach me how to ride a bike!" "Then we will go to school tomorrow!" I shouted happily, "Good!"

The next morning, I worshipped my cousin as my teacher. We came to the square with great interest, "Wow!" How many people come to exercise! There are runners, football players and Tai Chi players, which is really dizzying! And I'm the only one who learned to ride a bike. I got on the bus, and the "master" held it behind me and told me to hold the front of the car and step on it hard. I'll do it. Hey! The car is gone! I'm so happy! Riding and riding, I became more and more courageous and thought: Anyway, I have a master behind me. What am I afraid of? Although I stepped on the pedal, I was secretly pleased: I thought it was so difficult to ride a bike, but that's all!

Suddenly, the footsteps behind him slowly disappeared. I turn around, no! The master left and I left him behind. I was so scared that I stepped on the air, and the front of the car suddenly tilted, and even people and cars fell into a "bite". Don't mention how bad it was: I broke my arm and there was a hole in my pants. "It hurts!" I gritted my teeth, got up slowly, arm in arm, and tears were already spinning in my eyes! My cousin touched my arm gently, patted the dust on my leg and said, "This is exercising your will and courage! If you want to learn to ride a bike, don't be afraid of falling! " Yes, can a person be intimidated by such difficulties? Stubborn, I stabilized the front of the car, grasped the balance and got on the car again. I stared at the front and saw the scenery on both sides pass by, only the whistling wind in my ear ... "You learned to ride a bike!" " My cousin made a hullabaloo about at me.

It turns out that doing anything, as long as you master the method, are not afraid of difficulties, have patience and perseverance, you will certainly succeed!