Diary of learning to ride a bike

Rule number one: My birthday is coming. My uncle gave me a bike. I was very happy, so I came to practice driving with my cousin. At first, I grabbed the handlebar and rode on the pedal with excitement. Unexpectedly, the car was unstable and I fell down. My cousin helped me up quickly, and my mother said distressfully, "Are you all right?" I said, "Nothing." Cousin said, "Nothing, then we should come." This time, I dare not be careless. I carefully put my foot on the pedal and stepped down slowly. Oh, no, the car is not obedient at all. The handlebars are rickety. My cousin helped me hold the car and kept saying, "Hold the handlebar, don't shake the car ... OK, point to the right a little bit ..." Unexpectedly, I fell down and my ass hurt. I cried and said, "Stop learning!" I quickly put my bike aside. Cousin said, "This setback is not enough." No, you should watch me ride first. You should pay attention. "I watched my cousin ride a bike. Cousin said, "What do you see?" I said helplessly, "I didn't see the main point. "My cousin suddenly exploded with anger." What's your use? "I began to cry, and my cousin said," I was persuaded by you. Come and try again. "Mom saw it and said," Don't give up, victory is just around the corner. "With the encouragement of my cousin and mother, I finally set foot on the pedal again, but things didn't go as I hoped! I fell down just a few steps, but I still don't give up. I must fight against setbacks. I got on my bike again, and this time I finally made progress. When I got on my bike again, my mother motioned for my cousin and me to have a rest first. A few minutes passed, and we began to practice cycling again. God helps those who help themselves. I finally got up hard. I feel that the whole world is cheering for me and my heart is full of joy. Chapter 2: On Sunday, I finished my homework, and my father said he would teach me to ride a bike. I jumped three feet for joy. Downstairs, my father asked me to sit on the chair of my bike, hold the handle of my bike tightly and step on the pedal with my feet. After everything was ready, my father helped me ride it twice. I sat on it and rode easily, thinking: it feels good to ride a bike! Just thinking about it, my father said, "Be quiet, now I'm going to let you ride it yourself. "As soon as I heard this, I panicked: What if I fell? So I begged my father, "Dad, help me ride it twice again." Dad smiled and said, "well, coward, dad will help you ride two more laps." "I ride with confidence, because my father is behind me and I ride more and more easily. But riding, the faucet of the car flashed and I panicked. Bang, the car fell down, and I fell to the ground with my car and people. Ouch, it hurts! I sat on the ground and began to cry. Dad rushed to help me up, checked my whole body, and found that I was not hurt, so he smiled. He smiled and said, "Tang Jing, you can ride a bike already. "Just now, after I helped you ride twice, I let go. I didn't help you at all. You ride very well. " Gee, dad was so bad that he didn't tell me, which made me fall down. Dad said, "If you practice a few more times, you will get it. Come on, keep practicing. " I felt the pain just now and hesitated whether to go up. Dad seems to have read my mind: "What's the matter? Want to beat a retreat? " I'm embarrassed to ride a bike. This time, I held the faucet tightly, looked ahead and pushed it hard. I don't know how long I've been riding, but I feel more and more relaxed and forget that my father is still around. Until my father called me, "Tang Jing, well, now that you really learned to ride a bike, it's time to go home for dinner!" "I just stopped. Riding a bike for the first time taught me a truth: as long as you persist, you will succeed in everything. Chapter 3: Riding a bike has many advantages. Whenever I look at the cyclists passing by me, my envy arises spontaneously. I have been thinking, if I can ride my bike to school freely, how wonderful it would be! Have fun! My mother knew that my desire to learn to ride a bike was urgent, so she bought me a bike. Finally, I waited until Sunday and started learning to drive early in the morning! Mom said my legs are long enough to touch the ground, so I can touch the ground with one foot and try to push the ground with the other. Before my mother finished, I kicked her "alas, alas, alas" and "bang" my God! It hurts me to death! It turned out that I pushed too hard and lost my balance. So I began to pedal slowly and carefully, practiced many times over and over again, and finally learned to walk. Then we have to learn the most important link-riding a bike. First, I hold the handlebar tightly with both hands, with one foot on the pedal and the other trying to step on the pedal. Bang, the unfortunate thing happened again. I sat on the ground in dismay. Riding a bike is terrible. I don't want to continue practicing. At this time, my mother smiled and lifted me up and said, "You are a man. You should learn customer service in this difficulty. As long as you put your heart into it, you are sure to succeed. "After listening to my mother, I made up my mind to learn. The reason why my mother helped me analyze is that my hands are too dead, I can't control my balance with my direction, I am too nervous, and my feet are uneven. Now I'm relaxed, my grip is loose, and my feet exert their strength as evenly as possible. I rode the car steadily for a few steps, haha! I actually succeeded! So I practiced again and again, failed again and again, and practiced until the afternoon, and I always learned to ride a bike. At this time, I felt indescribable happiness, because I not only learned to ride a bike, but more importantly, I understood the truth that many things grind. At that time, there was a "bicycle wind" in our whole community, and almost every household rode that brand-new bicycle across the yard. I think of the old stroller at home. Although unwilling, there is nothing I can do, because I can't ride yet. One afternoon, unable to stand my weakness, my father reluctantly accompanied me to learn to ride a bike. I couldn't help feeling a cold sweat on my back when I saw the bike. It seems to me that this is an insurmountable mountain, and I can't help asking myself, "Can you learn? "My mind flashed from time to time: I fell to the ground like mud, my bike fell to one side, and people were watching. I shook my head and tried to get rid of these thoughts. Now I must learn to ride a bike by heart. There is also a picture: I am riding happily in the car. The faster I ride, the more my father gradually lets go. I turned to tell my father how I felt, but suddenly I flew out and fell to the ground with a bang. Bicycles are spinning on the ground, littering, and there is a "seriously injured" trash can. Dad rushed over and held my trembling legs. " How can you be distracted by cycling? "Dad said lovingly. I am speechless. In the evening, a cool breeze blows gently, and young trees sway with the wind. I started my bike again, and this time I am confident. As soon as I got on the bus, I felt like I was in a pool of clear water, my body became so stretched, and every step was so skillful and natural. I am like a ray of pure sunshine, clean and warm: more like a vibrant sunflower, trying to grow. I will never forget my first experience of riding a bike. Article 5: Everyone has many firsts, and there are many unforgettable firsts in my memory. Every first time is like a footprint, printed on the road of my growth, verifying the ups and downs of every experience. When I was in the middle class in kindergarten, I became interested in riding a bike. My father decided to teach me to ride a bike in the summer vacation. At first, I learned to ride a bike in the square. I rode in front, and my father held me in the back. I ride like a penguin, wobbling. After a few hours, I can finally drive smoothly. I'm so excited that I finally learned to ride a bike. So, I told my father to let go and let me ride by myself. Dad let go of my hand when he saw that I had stabilized. At this time, I rode forward like an arrow I feel like a happy bird flying in the sky. Suddenly I found a stone in front of me and my bike was about to hit it, but I haven't learned to turn yet! "bang! "The bike hit a stone and overturned. I fell to the ground and cried. Dad rushed over and helped me up. While patting my dirty things, he said to me, "Men can't cry. It doesn't matter. Slow down when turning to avoid falling. Come on, try again! " At this time, I thought to myself, "It's so difficult to learn, so I won't learn. "Dad seemed to read my mind and said to me," Son, you can't do anything by halves. Persistence is victory! " "So I learned to ride a bike again. My heart is pounding, and I'm thinking, "What if I fall down again? What can I do if I never learn? " At this time, the little angel and the little devil in my heart came out. The little angel said, "Ding Cheng, you must remember what your father said, so that you can succeed." The little devil said, "Look, you fell so badly, don't learn." I was in a dilemma and finally made a decision, "Fight!" I got back on my bike, pedaled hard and rode quickly again. When I turned the corner, I slowed down as my father said and turned smoothly. Great, I finally succeeded! I learned to ride a bike, oh yeah! Now, I am a good cyclist, and I know many stunts, such as flying cars, drifting and turning, and stopping quickly. I find it not difficult to ride a bike. As long as you are willing to do it and stick to it, you will succeed. Chapter 6: "Life is made up of countless firsts." Seeing this sentence in Yilin, I couldn't help thinking deeply: yes, I experienced the story of playing basketball for the first time; Experience the happy journey of climbing Qingyuan Mountain for the first time; Write down an interesting account of the first time I played table tennis ... but what I want to share with you most is the joke I played when I rode my bike for the first time. When I was in the second grade, I could only ride a four-wheeled bike. Seeing senior students riding two-wheeled bicycles to and from school, I was envious and thought: I want to learn to ride a bicycle, too. Under my soft grinding and hard foam, my father took me to the open space of the community to learn to ride a bike. Dad put his hands on the back of the car and said, "son, step on it boldly." Don't be afraid when dad is around. " "I quickly sat in the car seat and slammed my foot on the pedal. Haha, the car is driving steadily. It's so comfortable for the wind to pass by your ear gently. I proudly thought: no way, I used to be a genius, and I could ride a bike without learning. Just then, I heard the shortness of breath behind me, and suddenly remembered that my father was still helping me push the cart. I immediately concentrated, looked at the road ahead, clenched the handlebars with both hands and stepped on them rhythmically. One lap, two laps, three laps ... Half an hour has passed, and I feel that I have mastered the skills of riding a bicycle. I said confidently, "Dad, I want to ride by myself. You have a good rest. Dad wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Well, be careful. "Without my father holding the back frame, I feel that my bike is much lighter and it is much faster to ride. No, there is a big tree in front of me. I panicked and my hands trembled involuntarily. The bicycle began to take the "S" route, so anxious that my father shouted at the back: "Brake quickly. "At that moment, before I could brake, the car crashed into the trunk with a bang, and the whole person fell to the ground with Venus in his eyes. He couldn't help crying. Dad ran over and helped me up, patted the dust on my body and said, "If you don't fall, you won't learn to ride a bike." I nodded, bravely stepped on it and drove on ... The first time I rode a bike, I had joy and tears, courage and cowardice, success and failure, but it also brought a lot of gains: as long as I have determination, I can succeed. Article 7: On my ninth birthday, my grandma bought me a bike. The color of this bicycle is red, only the tires and handlebars are black, and there are some cartoon patterns on the body. I like it! One afternoon, I happily followed my grandfather out to learn to ride a bike. When he came to the playground, grandpa made a demonstration first, and his movements were very skilled. I clapped again and again. Next, grandpa asked me to have a try. But as soon as I went up, I fell down, and I rubbed a large piece of skin on my leg, and my tears were almost coming out. At this time, I began to shrink back and thought, "Can I do it?" But I thought about it again: "In the eighth cycle, the third grade Chinese textbook last semester, the prince" fell down "again and again, but didn't he" stand up "by the eighth cycle? I want to learn from him, I can, I will! I can definitely learn to ride a bike! " Thinking about it, I endured the pain and slowly got up from the ground. I picked up my bike again and learned to tackle the ball first. After a while, I gradually mastered the balance. Then, grandpa held the car body and I rode on it. After riding a few times, I mastered the skills. Grandpa let me go when I wasn't looking, but I didn't expect to fall down again. I'm not afraid this time, and I'll keep riding. I fell down again and again, and I was scarred, but I was not discouraged at all. Finally, I got on my bike and started to stagger. Unexpectedly, the bicycle gradually stabilized and did not fall off. I made it! Although I was sweaty and exhausted, I finally learned to ride a bike! Chapter 8: I have grown so big and just learned to ride a bike. I remember that afternoon, I met another unlucky thing! "Oh, help ..." I just got on my bike and fell down with a bang. Fight for me! With grandpa's help, I grabbed the handle of the car with both hands, put my feet on the pedal and walked forward carefully. After a while, I was pleasantly surprised to find that I could ride a bike. Proud, I got rid of my grandfather's help and rode deep into the community. I rode faster and faster, and my grandfather caught up with me and said, "Yaqi, stop, it's dangerous!" " "Before I could answer, my bike hit the trash can. I fell off my bike badly. My hands, legs and knees are bruised! I was in tears. Grandpa helped me up and asked me gently, "Do you still want to ride?" I stood up and casually said to my grandfather, "I want to try again!" " "This time, I listened to my grandfather's words and rode slowly forward, but I was still crooked. Grandpa told me the story that he learned to ride a bike when he was a child, and also taught me the skills of riding a bike. Once … twice … three times … I finally learned to ride a bike. Although I fell a lot, I still beat myself. There is an old saying: Hard work pays off, doesn't it? Chapter 9: There are countless interesting things in my childhood, but what I will never forget for many years is riding a bike for the first time. That morning, my father bought me a brand-new bike. I couldn't put it down, but I immediately began to worry that I couldn't ride it. What should I do? Dad saw through my mind and comforted me by saying, "Learn slowly, where there is a will, there is a way." "In the afternoon, my father came to the playground with me on a bicycle." Let's go! " Dad smiled at me. I can't wait. I rode my bike around the playground twice, and I was exhausted. I pushed my dad away and saw him panting. I found the feeling myself and let him go, but as soon as my dad let go, I fell heavily. Time and time again, my father helped me up and rested with me under the tree. I remember my father saying to me, "son, don't worry too much." You should hold the bicycle faucet firmly, don't shake it on both sides, lean forward slightly, sit well, keep balance, step on the pedal, and cooperate with your hands and feet. If you do these things, you will almost know. "I stood up and set foot on my bike with confidence, trying to do what my father said, but I turned sharply in the middle and fell down. I was almost desperate." How can you see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain? "I heard that song again. I rode again, the birds followed me, the sun shone on me, the young tree looked at me, my father looked at me, my bike accompanied me, my ambition to learn pushed me, and my confidence gave me strength. In this case, I made rapid progress. Finally, sweat made me learn to ride a bike. Since then, I have been persistent in everything because I know-"Where there is a will, there is a way". Chapter 10: On the first day of winter vacation, I owned a blue 24-inch women's bicycle, which is a famous brand made in China-forever brand. But it never took me across the street. It's not that I don't want to go to the streets, but that I have to consider my own safety. Besides, my parents are not at ease and don't agree. On the afternoon of 23rd, my father smiled and said, "Xiao Rui, do you want to go shopping by bike? "As soon as I heard this, I jumped three feet high and cried happily," Of course, I practice every day, so that I can ride a bike in the street as soon as possible. I have been waiting for such a day! "Dad then took the motorcycle keys and pushed it out of the garage. I pushed out my bike and got on the bus separately. My father was in front and I walked down the street in the back. Let's ride on the qingtan road with few people first, because there are not many people, so I feel less nervous, feel more relaxed and ride relatively fast. Near the end of Qingtan Road, my father asked me mysteriously, "Do you have the courage to ride a bike to the bustling urban area?" I promised with confidence, "No problem! "In fact, I was a little nervous, but I turned and followed my father to the city center. What a busy downtown area! People come and go in the street, cars shuttle, and the bicycle faucet will hit other vehicles or pedestrians, which really makes me nervous! Seeing my confidence, my father took me from Guanghua Street to South Street, then turned to Juqian Street, passed by my school gate, then came to Jinling Road in Xiheng Street, then crossed Asia to Huaide Bridge, and finally came back from the road in front of Trust-Mart. Whenever I ride my bike to the crossroads, if the red light is on, I will stop slowly, with my left foot on the ground, my body leaning to the left and my right foot on the pedal. The green light came on, and my father rushed out with a beep on his motorcycle. I was in a hurry, my right foot slammed on the accelerator and the car shook and rushed out. If the green light is on, I will lean forward and try my best to speed up. Especially at some intersections, I turn left and go straight. Sometimes turning left requires bypassing cars or passing between cars. If I go straight, I need to be careful of the motor vehicles and bicycles that turn left across the street. It's really thrilling. I think the most difficult thing to ride a bike is to get on the bridge, especially the overpass with long approach bridge, such as Huaide Bridge and Guanghua Bridge. When climbing these bridges, I need to pedal hard all the time. If I am not careful, my bike will fall backwards, which is very dangerous. When I got off the bridge, I looked relaxed, but I was nervous, afraid of hitting the car in front; I'm afraid that people will rush out of the car as soon as I grab the brakes; I'm also worried that I didn't hold the tap steady and hit the bicycle next to me. Because of all this, I have been holding the brakes, and my father said loudly, "Relax, don't be too nervous, ride slowly, it's okay!" " "What annoys me most is that my bike doesn't have a loading bell. Every time I want pedestrians to pass me or pass me, I always feel empty when I remind the bicycle and motor vehicle in front of me that I am behind or need to pass between them. I have to give way to others, don't pass others, and try to ride slowly behind others carefully. When riding on the road, I am most afraid of three kinds of motor vehicles, the first is a bus, the second is a taxi, and the third is of course a motorcycle. The bus is so tall and big that it seems that there is no bike in sight. When you stop, you stop in the middle of the road, so I don't know whether to ride from the right (inside) or left (outside) of the bus. If you ride on the inside, there are too many people and it is difficult to walk; If you ride a bike outside, you are afraid that the bus will suddenly return. I'm afraid of taxis because some taxi drivers, when they see passengers, are worried that their business will be taken away by other drivers, and even stop at the side of the road without turning on the turn signal. It's really scary But why are you afraid of motorcycles? Because the motorcycle is small and flexible, and the speed is very fast, running from one car to another, like a gust of wind blowing past me, makes me feel very nervous, and the faucet shakes. I think it's good to ride a bike to the street for the first time. I successfully made a circle around the center of Changzhou. After more than an hour, my underwear was soaked. Father smiled and said, "You are sweating not because the traffic is too heavy, but because you are too nervous, but you did a great job in this exam.". Although sometimes I am not around you, you face every accident well. " Chapter 11: One Sunday, my mother and I went to rent a bike. This is the first time in my life and left a deep impression on me. Pushing the bike into the yard, I thought: bike, bike, you have to listen to me today! I got on the bus and my mother followed me. I put my foot on the pedal, and my mother pushed it and the bike flew away. I feel very relaxed and proud, thinking: Hi! Riding a bike is such a simple thing! But as soon as mom let go, the bicycle faucet wobbled and fell down at once. I continued to practice, but I forgot my feet. I leaned over and fell down. My bike and I can really be described as "sharing weal and woe". When it falls, I will fall. I was impatient and thought, you damn bike, it's disgusting! Complain: "you really don't live up to expectations, I will burn you!" " "I started practicing again. I just met a good opportunity and missed it. Oh, what a pity! I can't help sighing. I said to myself, "I must seize the opportunity next time!" " "Paused, I began to practice again. Then my mother came to help me, and I finally learned. "I learned to ride a bike, I learned to ride a bike-"I shouted like a happy bird! I thought: My kung fu finally paid off. But after a while, I found that it was impossible to turn. I want to practice well, but the more I practice, the worse I get. It's time. I have to return my bike. This time I learned to ride a bike and be patient.