I remember when I was in kindergarten, I saw my mother riding freely on the road. How enviable! So I asked my father to teach me to ride a bike.

Dad found a bike, put it on the coach's shelf and practiced with me in the park. The "coach" proudly said, "Listen, young cyclists, you must keep riding smoothly and don't be nervous ..." In this way, a lot of words poured out of the "coach" mouth, just like a volcanic eruption, which bored me to death. I couldn't help shouting, "Enough, enough,' coach'. You talked for a long time, but you didn't ask me to ride a bike. Do you need to practice riding a bike? " "All right, all right, young man." The coach is talking again. But I always go in one ear and out the other. Just waiting for the word "ready to ride" to appear. After another five minutes, I can finally ride a bike. I jumped on the bus and was very happy. But because I was too nervous and didn't fall, I rode very fast. "Slow down, don't be nervous!" "Coach" shouted again. It seems that this sentence is too late, and a wall appears in front of my eyes. Boom! ! -after a sound, my head hit a "Venus". Coach said with a smile, "Poor young man, you should have heard the famous saying" Don't listen to the old man, you will lose in front of you ".Now you should change it to" Don't listen to your father, you will lose in front of you ". I didn't expect Coach to be so humorous.

I practice falling, then I practice falling. Learning from your mistakes will make you smarter. I can't control the injury on my leg, but I'm still practicing. Things are troubled and I finally learned to ride a horse.

Riding a bike is really convenient. Until now, I still often ride a bike.

Dad taught me to ride a bike.

One evening, my father and I happily came to a relatively empty place and began to learn to ride a bike for a long time. Just got on the bus, because I was riding unsteadily, my father helped me hold the car and control the direction to avoid swinging from side to side. Because I can't ride, I sometimes fall down with the help of my father. But slowly, the speed of riding has also become faster, and it has become quiet and stable. Dad's sense of shame in the back seat of the car has also decreased. At the same time, my father quietly let go of his hand, but before the game, the chicken didn't fly far, and immediately the car faucet became unstable. We had to put one foot on the ground, only to find that my father had let go of his hand and learned several times. At this time, it was getting late and we went home.

The next day, we went to the old place to learn to ride a bike. On this day, I rode alone, groping for the mystery, and under the careful guidance of my father, I began to hold my feet on the ground and step on the accelerator. When the other foot stepped on the pedal, the car drove forward ... I repeated it again and again like my father, but the car was unstable and failed. I am not discouraged, and I have tried to study many times, but the success rate is very small. The crux of the problem is that I can't find the pedal when I step on the other foot. Under my father's repeated practice, I tried to learn many times again, and suddenly I succeeded. Then it went smoothly. My father taught me to sit up straight and look forward. I rode for a long time until dusk, but for the last time, I rode very fast. Wow, a pit, the car tilted and hit the wall. Because I didn't press the brake, I went to find the brake in a panic, but it was too late, my leg was Qing Wu and my skin was bruised. So we went back.

A few more days of study finally paid off. I learned to go up and down the slope, turn left, turn right, brake suddenly, ride slowly and ride quickly. That's really cool! Through learning to ride a bike this time, I understand a truth: stand up from where you fall!

Dad taught me to practice calligraphy.

"There is nothing wrong with heaven and earth,

Praise has its own spring and autumn. "

As soon as I closed my eyes, my father's kind appearance appeared in front of me. Dad loves me very much,

Never engage in beating and scolding education. He taught me to practice calligraphy, teaching by hand, and was very patient. I bought it for me on a business trip.

Gifts are always books and all kinds of copybooks. Once, he checked my homework and was surprised.

Quietly ask: Did you write it yourself? I didn't copy it, did I say no? He asked me to demonstrate it live.

I don't want to. He said, how about a game? Ask mom to be the referee. This is a slap.

My enthusiasm was aroused. Father and daughter write one word each. I saw that my father's writing was really good.

But he said modestly: Tingting has surpassed her father.

Dad told me to write carefully, horizontally, vertically, walk straight and stand straight.

Don't stagger. Perseverance, perseverance to write, not fishing for three days and drying the net for two days.

Give up halfway, where there is a will, there is a way. Under his urging, I have been practicing calligraphy and taking part in it.

When I was studying in the provincial judicial police school, I participated in the calligraphy art class and won the Excellence Award. Once, dad

Dad went to Changsha on business and took time to visit me at school. I like to show him one of my calligraphy diligently.

The work was posted on the wall newspaper at that time: "There is no conscience in the world, and there is its own spring and autumn." dad

After repeatedly saying yes, he said: the theme is well chosen and it should be a man.