Learn to ride a bike for the first time.

In ordinary daily life, composition is the most familiar thing for everyone. According to different genres, composition can be divided into narrative, expository, practical and argumentative. I believe many people will find writing difficult. The following is my sixth grade composition when I first learned to ride a bike. Welcome to reading. I hope you will like it.

Learning to ride a bike for the first time 1 There are many firsts in our lives, some are happy and proud, some are sad and choked up, and some are misunderstood and guilty. In short, the first batch mixed together, one by one like the stars in the night. Next, I'll tell you about my shining star.

On the National Day holiday that day, I was bored at my grandmother's house and suddenly found a red bike. It suddenly occurred to me that I could learn to ride a bike! So I pestered my grandma and sister downstairs to help me get the car.

Walking out of the stairs, the refreshing breeze and graceful willows make people relaxed and happy. I immediately got on the bus and asked my grandmother to help me hold the rear of the car. I shouted, "Let's go! Set out! " Then grab the handlebar and push forward with your feet. Everything is so easy. So, I said to my grandmother, "Let go, I'll go by myself, I can't fall!" " "Grandma let go of her hand with a smile. At that moment, with a bang, I fell to the ground and thought, what's the matter, is the car crazy? It's so scary! Grandma saw this and slowly lifted the car and said, "Don't worry, take your time. "I just high-spirited, suddenly turned into a frost dozen eggplant, but how could I give up easily? I clenched my fist, took a deep breath and got on the bus again ... Grandma was really impatient, so she went upstairs to change clothes and let me practice by myself. I thought to myself: grandma is really, I am a novice, and I don't need anyone to help me ride! But I dare not show it, so I have to "practice" myself. ...

I got on the bus again, clutching the handlebars carefully, afraid to breathe. I immediately pedaled forward. Another "pa". I struggled to pick up the car, stood up, patted the dirt on my body, got on the car again and started all over again. I grabbed the handlebar with both hands and sat on the seat, with one foot on the pedal of the bicycle and one foot on the ground. The countdown in my heart is: 1! 2! 3! I started a "life and death struggle" with my bike. After stepping on the pedal, I thought: Don't be afraid! Go straight ahead and don't lose your footing because of shaking. I pushed hard and kept telling myself not to be afraid, come on! When the bike fell to one side, I fell in the opposite direction. Finally, many things happen. I didn't fall down. The big stone in my heart finally fell to the ground, and it succeeded! Self-taught, let them see it later!

How's it going? Am I a dazzling star? Do you have those shining stars?

Learn to ride a bike for the first time. Everyone has his first time in life. Let me talk about my first time.

I remember when I was six years old, I watched my big brothers and sisters ride bicycles, and I really wanted to ride my own bicycles.

At first I thought it was easy, so I rode it, but it was just riding. I was unconvinced when I fell into a dog's face. . Just ride once. But the result is the same. Dad said, "Xiaoyu, don't lose heart." Failure is the mother of success. If you give up as soon as you encounter setbacks, that won't do. Dad is optimistic about you. " After listening to my father's words, I rode again.

Dad grabbed the car body with sign language, so I tried to step on it a few times, once, twice and three times ... I became more and more confident and said, "Dad, let go. I can do it alone. " Dad said, "Then I really let go." I said, "Yeah." As soon as dad let go, I fell down at once. Dad said, "Xiaoyu, are you okay?" I said, "come on, dad, let's do it again, not once, twice or three times." Until success. " Dad patted me on the shoulder with relief and said, "Come on." I got on my bike, and slowly, I got familiar with it. Slowly, I became familiar with riding. My neighbor's aunt saw that I could ride a bike and smiled and said, "Xiaoyu is great." My heart is sweeter than honey. From then on, I learned to overcome difficulties and surpass myself. The first time I rode a bike, I understood that "failure is the mother of success".

Teacher's comment: The author grasped the difficulties he experienced when he first learned to ride a bike, then overcame them and finally learned to ride a bike. I learned a truth from it: failure is the mother of success.

I learned to ride a bike for the first time. I have experienced many firsts since I was a child. They bloom in my mind like flowers. Now I want to dedicate the most beautiful flower to you, that is, learning to ride a bike for the first time.

I remember one day in the summer vacation in the third grade of primary school, I saw others riding bicycles, and I envied them very much. I thought: If only I could fly freely by bike! In the evening, I begged my father to teach me to ride a bike. I didn't expect my father to readily agree.

The next morning, my father and I pushed the car to the square. When I arrived at the square, my father first told me the essentials of riding a bike and showed me. He told me: "Be bold and cautious when riding a bike, keep your eyes forward and hold the handlebar tightly with both hands." I nodded and got on my bike.

Dad helped me hold the rear of the car in the back. I carefully put my left foot on the pedal of my bike and held the handlebar tightly with both hands. The tip of my right foot began to slowly try to push back, and the bike moved forward slowly, fast and slow, but my hands and feet didn't listen to me. I didn't care about my hands and feet at all, and the car staggered into a big tree on the other side of the square. At this critical moment, my father was pulling the bike, and my heart was pounding, so I jumped out of the car. Dad encouraged me to say, "Nothing will be smooth sailing, so learn to be patient." ..... With my father's patient sparring, although I failed several times, I finally learned to ride a bike with Toshiyuki.

This incident made me understand a truth, nothing is difficult in the world, as long as you are willing to climb. No matter what a person does, as long as he builds up self-confidence, courage and perseverance, he will surely succeed. The biggest failure is to lose confidence and give up trying!

I learned to ride a bike for the first time. In my life, many unforgettable things have happened, but the most unforgettable thing is learning to ride a bike with my father for the first time.

My father woke me up early that morning. I complained, "Why did you wake me up so early?" Dad said, "Of course, I will teach you to ride a bike. While it's not so hot now, you should brush your teeth and wash your face and get dressed. I'll wait for you downstairs. " Say that finish, dad walked out of my room and went downstairs.

I brushed my teeth, washed my face, changed my clothes and went downstairs. I saw my father coming to me on a handsome silver bike or two. Dad looked at my bike and said, "If you practice well, I'll give you this bike."

Dad asked me to ride a bike first. However, fear is overwhelming. Will I fall off my bike? Dad seemed to know what I was thinking, and comforted me by saying, "Relax, forget it, ride forward, and don't be afraid." I mustered up the courage to ride forward. Sure enough, I relaxed and rode, so I wouldn't fall. Dad said, "If you are really scared, just press the button in front of the handle you are holding, and the car will stop soon."

This is my first time riding a bike. Now, practice makes perfect. I can go to the store to buy some food for my mother.

Learn to ride a bike for the first time. Sixth grade composition 5 "A world in a flower, a paradise in a grass." Ordinary stories in life can often give us a lot of inspiration. Ordinary little things in life, junior high school, may bring profound feelings.

In the traces of time, there is one thing that inspires me a lot-

I remember when I couldn't ride a bike, I was often laughed at by my neighbors. So, that time I made up my mind to practice cycling well and let them know that I am not easy to bully. I told my father and sister what I thought. Father and sister said, "Be brave when riding a bike. If you don't have enough courage, you will jump off the bike together and never learn to ride a bike. " "There is also a kind of bicycle that must look ahead, concentrate on grasping the front and control the direction." But I'm still not brave enough As soon as I got on my bike, I jumped down in fear. Later, my sister thought of a way: she held the back seat of the car and helped me keep my balance. That time, she helped me keep my balance and chatted with me to distract me. Then when I wasn't looking, I suddenly let go of my hand in the back seat of the walker, but I still followed my bike and chatted with me. I rode it myself, but I don't know. I found it at the corner and I jumped out of the car in fear. This is, my sister said, "Actually, you don't have to be afraid, because I let go long ago and you just rode it yourself." Besides, even if I just let go, it doesn't matter If I fall, I will fall. The most important thing is that you can stand up again. Learning to ride a bike is like growing up. No one will hold you, guide you and give you something to rely on all your life. People will always grow up and always be independent. "

My sister's words benefited me a lot. Later, I finally learned to ride a bike, knowing that learning a bike, like learning a lot of things, requires courage and can't give up halfway.

I learned to ride a bike for the first time. In the summer of 20xx, I was 12 years old, but I couldn't even ride a bike.

One day, when I saw my mother's friend's children in kindergarten, I was able to ride a bike. I could only ride a stroller with two "little feet" beside me. I'm ashamed. Go to Decathlon with my mother to learn riding on weekends (there is a venue for customers to try riding).

After choosing a car, I began to try to ride it, but as soon as one foot stepped on the pedal, the other foot was "bang!" Boom-my center of gravity was unstable and my car rolled over. I refuse to accept: why can others learn it so easily, but I can't? Try again! I tried it several times in a row, and it was all "the car turned over." My mother said my method was wrong: it would be much easier to ride with a pedal first and then put your feet on it.

I've tried. If I can skate for a distance, I'm so happy! I quickly put my foot on it and kicked hard, but I couldn't control my body. It's always wobbling, and the faucet leans to one side, and I'm about to hit the shelf. Fortunately, I abandoned the car in time, or I would have hit it. I was a little anxious. I tried to help the car several times, but every time I rode worse and worse, and sometimes I even fell down when I sat down. I became angry from embarrassment, put the car aside and got angry: why can't I always learn? Why can't I ride well? why ...

My mother just watched my performance and said to me, "You have been riding very well, but you are too impetuous and impatient." As long as you relax and keep the most natural posture, you will be able to ride well! "

I summon up courage, calmly get on the bus, pedal hard with my feet, put my feet on the pedal after inertia, and pedal at my own pace step by step. At the most difficult corner, I began to get nervous again. I thought of encouraging my mother behind my back, and my heart was full of confidence. I took a deep breath and was no longer nervous. I tilted the faucet slightly to the right and my body tilted to the right. I try my best to control my body to lean slightly in the opposite direction and keep my balance. The car passed the shelf-the turn was successful! I'm so happy that I can finally ride a bike!

Learning to ride a bike this time not only taught me a skill, but also taught me not to be impetuous in doing anything. If you keep a cool head and stick to it, you will definitely reach the other side of success!