I will never forget the scene of riding a bike in Xueyuan during a summer vacation in late summer!
I envy seeing others riding bicycles easily. But when I learn to ride a bike, I will fall to the ground as soon as I sit in the seat of my bike, which hurts me to death! I thought to myself: why should I suffer this? I don't study. I always fall down. I'm bored to death! At this time, my father standing by seemed to see through my mind and came over and said, "Century, don't give up!" " ""why? "I asked, puzzled." If you can't ride a bike, you won't ride an electric car, motorcycle or even drive a car in the future ... "Dad said softly. Learn later! "I said casually," If I study later, it's too late to say anything! " Dad said anxiously.
After a while, many spectators came. At that time, I thought: If I can't learn to ride a bike, these people will laugh their heads off. As the saying goes, "failure is the mother of success." At this time, I asked my father to come over and show me an action. Dad said solemnly, "Keep your eyes on the front, hold the handlebar tightly with both hands and keep a good balance so as not to fall."
I practiced again and again like my father. I didn't cry after a few falls, but got up and got on the bus to continue practicing. I don't think I will give up! In this way, after many tempering, I finally learned to ride a bike. The audience next to me gave me warm applause. I smiled happily! Dad and the people around him also laughed happily!
B. The growth story of the fourth grade, 400 words across the bike.
This summer vacation, I made up my mind to learn to ride a bike. My whole family supports me, my mother bought me a car, and my grandfather is my coach.
At first, as soon as I sat on it, I had to fall off immediately. I fell a few times and gradually understood the trick of getting on the bus. This time I hooked the pedal, pushed my left foot forward, and slammed my right foot on the pedal. The bike began to move slowly. But it didn't last long. I fell down after sitting on the bike for less than 3 seconds because I couldn't catch the front of the car. At this time, grandpa followed my car, pulling the seat to protect me and guide me. Tell me to hold the tap steady, look ahead and ride boldly. I pulled the faucet stiffly and rode a long way. Grandpa has been encouraging me. After several days of practice, I gradually understand the essentials of cycling. I am bold, I am relaxed, and the tap is on call. I have more confidence in learning to ride a bike. Now I have not only learned the big turn and the small turn. You can also ride a bike in a crowded place in the community. I can't help secretly happy to see that I have such achievements. The next goal is to get ready for the road. It is still difficult for me at present, but I am confident that I will succeed!
Learning to ride a bike not only increases knowledge, but also exercises the body. Study and exercise. Yes!
C. The story of growing up is written in 200 words on a bicycle.
I have a pink bike. There is a piece of paper with many small stars on it. There is a big star on the front wheel and a big star on the rear wheel. When the wheel turns, it is as beautiful as the stars in the sky! It also has stars on its seats and beams. Some are white, others are pink. They are beautiful. I like it very much because of the color matching.
I couldn't ride a bike at that time, so my sister helped me ride it. I let go when I rode my sister. When I was about to turn, my sister helped me turn, and I felt very happy!
I can ride a bike now, so I don't need my sister's help. I like riding a bike very much. I ride it once or twice a day. I feel like a free bird flying in the sky!
On Saturday, my mother bought me an orange bike, which is very beautiful!
At first, I couldn't ride a bike, and riding a bike was also very scary. My mother taught me for a few days, and I can ride a bike. First, I put my right foot on the pedal and my left foot slides gently. Then, I put my left foot on the pedal, stamped my foot hard, held the faucet with both hands, sat up straight, and the car drove smoothly.
In case of traffic lights and emergencies, pull the brakes.
I think cycling is an exercise to exercise courage and balance!
D. A 300-word fairy tale composed of a computer and a bicycle
Once upon a time, there was a fairy tale robot. It is missing a part and has not been repaired for several years. Robots in fairy tales are covered in dust.
Robots can't write fairy tales because they have no parts. The robot needed scientists, so it went to the palace.
The robot went to King Kun and said, "Can you add my parts? I really want to write fairy tales for children. " But the king mercilessly scolded loudly: "You smelly robot, ask someone else to fix it for you." After that, the king asked his waiter to drive the robot out.
Walking, the robot met a famous scientist who happened to be making parts and things like that. The scientist sympathized with the robot and said, "What's wrong with you?" The robot replied, "No one will repair my parts, so I can't write fairy tales." The scientist said, "No wonder there are fewer fairy tales recently. In this case, I will help you get it. " "Thank you!" The robot said politely. The scientist smiled with satisfaction.
Scientists soon repaired the robot. Now, the fairy tale robot can continue to write fairy tales. Wrote many fairy tales. As long as you pay a little, you can bring happiness to others!
E. The narrative "The Story of Bicycle" is written in 700 words or a story of XX.
? The story of bicycle
After school, I hurried home as usual. Before entering the yard, I saw a crying little boy with a bicycle upside down beside him. The child's mother seemed to be comforting something. I caught it at once, which reminded me of the past.
When I was a child, I was naughty and willful. I look at people who ride bicycles freely, and I am clamoring to learn to ride bicycles.
When I finally got my bike, I rode it excitedly. My feet left the ground before my mother came to shout. As a result, I went to visit my grandfather! But I didn't cry. I got up and pestered my mother to learn to drive.
At this time, summer is like a big oven. I tried to sweat again and again, risking being cooked and practicing driving silently. I practiced hard, but the car didn't listen, which made me hit the wall several times in the rickety car. I was almost frustrated several times, but I remembered that my fighting spirit stood up again. However, just after I "hugged" the earth several times, I finally lost my fighting spirit. I couldn't wait at first and became a depressed ghost. I kicked the car angrily, but I stubbornly held back my tears and just ran back to myself. The room was dark, except for a bright moonlight coming through the window. I bit my lip and lay on the bed, closed my eyes, tears rolled down my cheeks and fell silently on the bed. But I don't want to cry out loud or show my pain.
Suddenly, thinking of my mother chasing me in the hot sun, I seem to have determination and courage again. Is this an indispensable new hope for life? I secretly made up my mind again.
The next day, when the sun was shining, I got on the bus. Waiting for the challenge in the hot summer.
"wow! Finally riding up! "
That determination seems to be full of divine power! It's not just a coincidence that I finally got the hang of it!
Robinson can persist under such hardships. How can this little difficulty make him lose confidence and courage? In order to succeed, we must work hard and go through the storm to see the rainbow. Difficulties in life always resist the darkness and usher in the light. If we can't do this, how can we survive?
As long as it exists, a flower can encounter countless storms, and a person can bear countless sufferings. Having mastered these essentials of survival, why can't we actually survive?
F. The first volume of the fourth grade Chinese composition-the growth story of yourself or others-riding a bicycle
There are many firsts in our lives, which will fade after a long time, but the first time I learned to ride a bike is deeply imprinted in my mind. I remember when I was in the fourth grade, I was envious and wanted to learn to ride a bike. So on a sunny Sunday, I told my father this idea, and my father agreed very readily.
After breakfast, my father took me to the open space in the garden to learn to ride a bike. After I got on the bike, my father said, "Look ahead, don't look at your feet, push hard." I thought, why do you want to move on? So I listened absently. I said impatiently, "OK, I get it." "Then be careful. "I got up, but the bike didn't listen to me.
Dad encouraged me to say, "Don't be afraid, failure is the mother of success!" " "Say that finish, helped me into the car. When I started riding for the second time, I found that the car did not stagger. It turns out that my father is behind me. I was relieved, but when I rode, my father let me go and the car fell involuntarily. But this time I didn't cry, but stood up stubbornly.
When I learned to ride a bike for the third time, I learned the previous lesson: look ahead, don't look at your feet, and ride hard. Sure enough, the bike listened to me and really rode.
Through this incident, I understand a truth: as long as you pay, you will get something.
The first time I rode a bike was in my hometown. Pushing a bike makes me feel a little scared, afraid that I will fall down after riding it.
It was sunny that day, and my mother went to the county town early in the morning to buy me a folding bike.
I am pushing a small bike, and I am afraid to ride it. My brother saw it and asked me, "Why don't you ride it?" I said, "I dare not ride. Brother smiled and said, "You can't ride yet! Let brother teach you! I looked at my brother and said to him, "All right.
My brother asked me to ride in the car first, and then I pedaled hard with my feet. My brother dragged me behind. I couldn't grasp the balance completely, so I didn't ride it twice, so I didn't ride it.
I stood up and said to my brother, "There will be no pie in the sky. If you don't succeed once, you won't succeed. Practice more if you want to do it, just like doing a problem. Yes, the first time, you will make mistakes. Just practice more!
I looked at my brother with innocent eyes and said, "I really don't want to learn!" " Handsome boy, I am in pain!
My brother said, "If you don't learn now, what will you do in the future?" ?
I said, "I just don't study now."
My brother said, "Don't look for me in the future!
I said, "No! Ok, teach me!
Then, I studied hard and learned it in less than half an hour!
After this incident was over, I knew that everything I did would have a good result if I persisted.
Although I am a little scared when riding, be bold and have confidence in yourself!
G. The composition fairy tale "Bicycle, Bicycle, Car" in the fourth grade of primary school
Because the question is incomplete and lacks the necessary conditions, it cannot be answered normally.
H. I learned to ride a bike.
My home is far from the cram school. Dad sent me to cram school and sent me home every day. I can't bear to see him so tired. How I wish I could go to cram school by bike! It is said that windless weather in spring is the best way to learn to ride a bike, so today I also
Have a try.
The first time I pushed the cart, I was a little nervous and began to stagger, let alone walk. I pushed for a long time before my heart stabilized. I slowly hold the handlebar, put my left foot in the stirrup, and the wheel rolls forward under my right foot, but I only pay attention to my foot. I fell because the handlebar was not stable, and my thigh ached for a long time. I'm a little timid. Just went into battle and fell down. Really boring! But I don't think everything is smooth sailing.
The next day, I continued to practice with confidence. I walked smoothly and wanted to ride it. I didn't expect the car to tilt to the right. I stood firm again and made passers-by laugh. I pushed the car home in shame and anger. Looking back, my arm was broken and my leg was bleeding. I am discouraged this time. My mother read my mind and encouraged me to say, "don't go back because of a little difficulty." Nothing is difficult in the world, I am afraid that there is a will. "
After listening to my mother's words, I strengthened my belief in learning to ride a bike. I plucked up my courage, pushed up my bike again, slipped on it steadily, then lifted my right leg, leaned back and got on the seat.
Walking on the spacious and straight asphalt road by bike, I was so absorbed that I dared not be distracted. I am very happy to think that I can go to school by myself in the future. I finally understood my mother's words, "Nothing is difficult in the world, nothing is impossible to a willing mind." It encourages me to learn to ride a bike.
First, the fairy tale of composition bicycle sharing
Looking at Grimm's fairy tales, I feel that the door of Grimm's fairy tale kingdom has been opened, and the wonderful fairy tales inside attract me. I involuntarily stepped into the door of Grimm's fairy tale kingdom and went in. One wonderful fairy tale after another, each story has brought us some beneficial enlightenment. The story of the fisherman and his wife inspired me.
J. grandma's bicycle composition
The sun is about to set, and it shines on this small town like a flame, and the whole town is shrouded in mysterious and gorgeous colors. On the road, all kinds of vehicles rang long horns and ran like flies; People who get off work merge into a river of bicycles, which flows in all directions.
My sister and I rode bicycles and got caught in the crowd after work, and went straight to the bus stop. Mother wrote from Guangzhou that she would definitely come back this afternoon. I am filled with joy when I think of the southern food brought back by my mother and many new experiences.
Oh, what a nuisance! My sister and I just pushed the car up the steps when an old lady with a yellow armband came over with a parking license plate in her hand. Needless to ask, it must be to let us store the car. I turned my back on her, deliberately not looking at her, and muttered, "It's not good to do something at such a big age. Why do you stand here begging for this dime every day? Your face looks like a purple eggplant. " She ignored my reaction and came to us with a smile. Just as she was about to hand over the license plate, I said loudly, "Sister, will you go and see if the last bus has arrived?" I am in charge of this car. "Hey, that's smart. The old lady just said gently, "pull over, son, and don't affect the traffic." Say that finish, left.
I held the handlebar with one hand and pressed the seat with the other, leaning against the car beam, leisurely counting the passing cars: 58, 59 ... I subconsciously looked at the old lady, who was really strange. She didn't save the car or sit down to have a rest. She walked around the car all the time, looking for her goal like a weather-beaten old hunter.
At this time, there was a crisp car, and a well-dressed girl rode a brand-new "Phoenix 26" through the crowd. Hardly had she put the car on the steps when the old lady came over, but the girl didn't care. She locked the car with a click and picked up the "mini" bag.