In our daily study, work or life, we always come into contact with writing. Writing is a narrative method that expresses a theme through words after people's ideological consideration and language organization. So have you ever studied composition? The following is a 500-word collection of my first cycling composition for your reference only. Welcome to reading. 500 words 1 The day I rode my bike for the first time was a beautiful day, and the warm sunshine shone on the earth, which made me feel relaxed and happy. I am the only "laggard" in my family who can't ride a bike. Even my brother has learned! As the only "smart", how can I fall behind? After breakfast. My mother and I went downstairs to ride a bike. My mother showed it to me in high heels. I watched my mother look so good in high heels, and I thought, I must learn to ride a bike in a short time. I can't lose to my mother. Mom can ride as much as she wants. It must be easy. My mother said to me, "When riding a bike, keep your head forward." I said impatiently, "I know, I know." But as soon as I sat on it, I felt uneasy. I plucked up my courage and said to myself, "Come on, Ji Liuwen, you can do it." Make my family look at me with new eyes. "I started riding. I'm very nervous. I'm afraid I'll fall. I looked down at my feet. As soon as I stepped on my right foot, the car fell to the right. My heart is like fifteen buckets, seven above and eight below. My mother said to me meaningfully, "Don't bow your head, look up, so that what happened just now won't happen, be bold." "I looked up and looked forward. My mother helped me and finally got on the bus. I always looked down at my feet unconsciously. As a result, I hit the wall and fell on my back. I want to give up. " Mom, it's too difficult for me to stop studying. Why do you learn so fast that I can't? "I said angrily. Mom said, "You have to persist before you can learn to ride a bike. You should look forward, be confident and be brave. When you are in junior high school, you can go to school by bike. Very convenient. Besides, if you learn to ride a bike, your father will definitely look at you with new eyes ... "My mother's heartfelt words have given me confidence again. I started cycling again. I used to ride very well, but at the corner, because I was close to the flower bed, I panicked, fell down and twisted my foot. Mother had to help me upstairs. It seems that learning something is really not easy! Riding a bike for the first time 500 words 2 Whenever I see other students riding bicycles in the street, I especially want to learn, because I can't ride. I begged my father many times today, and finally he agreed. Let's talk about the details of my first ride. On the way to the square, I left and right. Do you know what happened? That is, if you step on the ground with one foot, the car will stumble forward when you step on the ground hard. When you are about to fall, you will support it with the other foot in time, and then continue to step on it with the other foot ... flustered. Make dad laugh. I stared at him angrily and rolled my eyes hard. He kept laughing and taught me a lesson. Dad first found a clearing at the edge of the square, with a little slope, and let me slide down the slope, so as to learn to master the balance first. I was so stupid, like a little pig, and even overturned! I got up, patted the dust on my body and continued to practice. At the beginning, my father escorted me and held the back seat of my bicycle. I let go of my courage and succeeded again and again, not to mention how happy I was! Later, I don't know when, my father let go of my hand, and I can ride my bike freely and seriously. At this time, I started my own "innovation" and rode uphill again. As a result, I forgot my balance when I stepped on it. I paid attention to my balance feet and didn't keep up with my efforts. I can never do it. It seems that I'm a little eager to achieve success. Let's take it step by step! I found a flat place to practice, held the front of the car tightly, looked ahead and pedaled hard. It looks simple, but it's really not easy to do. After a while, I was sweating all over, but I can finally make progress. I can ride a few steps forward and stand firm. I wish I were a tumbler! Many things happen. I learned it the first time I rode a bike. From this, I understand that if you want to do something successfully, you must pay the price and not be afraid of difficulties in order to succeed. The 500-word composition of riding a bicycle for the first time has many "firsts" in my memory, and each first time is like a footprint, which is printed on the road of my growth. However, what impressed me most was my first time riding a bike. Growing up, I always saw the children downstairs riding bicycles. I envy them for running around so happily. I made up my mind to learn to ride a bike. If others can ride it, I have to ride it, or I will be laughed at by them. Postscript began to ride a bike. I pushed my bike into the yard and rode it slowly. I was so scared that I thought: Will it fall by half? I rode for a while and didn't fall off. I proudly said, "It's so easy to ride a bike!" "Just when I was proud, a pebble made me fall and my face hurt. I looked at it and said to him, "It's all your fault. I fell off the car." I endured the pain and continued to ride my bike. I'm glad I didn't fall off my bike at the moment. The bike is wobbly, and I'm so nervous. It will be easier and faster to ride slowly, but I haven't fallen off yet. I screamed loudly, "I can ride a bike!" " "I am as happy as a happy bird. I'm going to ride my bike to speed up my pace and turn around the yard several times. People say, "Why are you so powerful? We can ride a bike so soon, and it will take several days. " Then I proudly pushed my bike away and walked home slowly. At home, I learned not to panic when I do anything, but to find a way to solve things. I'm so happy! You must learn more next time. In my childhood, I had many firsts: playing the guzheng for the first time, making greeting cards for the first time, eating KFC for the first time and so on. But what impressed me most was riding a bike for the first time. At that time, you can finally buy a bike. But time seems to be against me, and I can't wait. When I bought it, my heart seemed to live in a rabbit and kept beating. When I get home, I can't wait to have a look. How beautiful! I just fell on it. The handle of the bicycle is shiny black, the body is elegant purple, and the basket is dark iron bar, which is very eye-catching. The whole car is cold and comfortable. When I first got on the bus, I felt the body shaking violently. Crash, the car fell down, I seem to hear its complaint: "ouch, it hurts!" "It's bad luck to have you as a young master!" I said in my heart, I'm sorry. Keep practicing. Later, I was basically balanced, but I still couldn't control it well. I stumbled and fell off the car. At this moment, I seemed to hear its cynicism: "Hum, you fell down after practicing for so long. What a genius! A born fool! " Its rough words have become my sword of success, and I can easily control it. After riding for a while, I proudly said to the bike, "Do you think it's easy for me to ride?" I fell down in less than three seconds. At this time, I seemed to vaguely hear its exaggerated laughter: "I was proud for a while and then fell down." Hahaha! "Alas, it's really" pride goes before a fall "! "In this way, I fell again and again and got up again and again. Finally out of the quagmire of "I can't". I learned! After this incident, I proved that "nothing is difficult in the world, as long as you are willing to climb" is right! When we were young, we had many fresh and wonderful first experiences, which made us nostalgic. I remember riding a bike for the first time today. I went for a walk with my father that day. I said to my father, "I'm really tired. Let's sit down for a while. " My eyes lit up and I said, "Where's the yellow car? I'm sitting. You push me! " Dad said, "I'm tired, too. Why don't you push me! " "I opened my eyes and said," I can't push you. " Dad said quickly, "this is just a joke with you." How's this? I'll teach you how to ride a bike! " "I said," What's so hard about that? Let's go! "Dad smiled secretly, as if thinking," Do you think learning to ride a bike is that easy? " I said, "As long as I learn, you have to buy me a car." Dad smiled and said, "All right." Back in the garage, dad drove the car out of the mountain and said, "Give it to me!" " "I said," this is too high, higher than me. How do you want me to ride it? " Dad pushed the ordinary car out again. I immediately grabbed it and gave it a push. I fell down without pushing it well, which scared me to cover my ears with my hands. Dad said, "Don't be afraid, be confident." I nodded my head. I lifted the car. I put one foot on the pedal and the other fell with a bang. I helped the car up again, and my father said, "I'll teach you!" " "Dad put his right foot on the pedal of his right foot, paddled his left foot forward and walked up. I said, "I'll try." I did what my father did and really got up. I turned around and said, "What?" I fell into the flower bed with a bang, covered in mud. Dad said: "When riding, you must look forward, don't look back, and don't look at your feet." I whispered, "All right, all right." I pushed the car again and rode it. There is a child in front of me. I quickly turned the handlebar to the left. A close call. I rode it back and forth several times, and there was no problem. I learned. I can ride a bike now. I want to ride a bike when I see it now. Bicycle is my good companion now. Everyone has many firsts in his life. They are like pearls in a memory chest. Today, I will choose a bright pearl for people to watch. I saw many children riding bicycles during the summer vacation, and my heart itched, so I begged my father to buy me one. A week after the summer vacation, my father bought me a pink bike. I couldn't wait to ride the bike when I saw it, but I didn't even touch it and fell to the ground before I got up. Mom and dad laughed when they saw it. Dad said; If you want to ride a bike well, you have to master the method. First of all, you have to control the balance of the car body, and you have to control the handle. You must have a good sense of direction. After listening to my father's words, I got on the bus carefully and rode forward slowly. Ouch, it hurts. I was thrown to the ground by the car again. I won't learn any broken cars,' I muttered. At this time, my mother said; Son, no matter what you do, you must persevere and never give up. How bad it is for you to give up halfway like this. After listening to my mother, I thought; Yeah, didn't I hate giving up halfway before? Why give up halfway? So I regained my confidence, got on my bike and started riding slowly forward again. Soon, I became familiar with riding. I feel that I have mastered the slow speed of riding and started to accelerate. Unexpectedly, there was a stone in front, which tripped the wheel, and my leg fell straight to the ground, and blood flowed out bit by bit. But I don't care. I just wanted to get on my bike quickly, so I started riding again regardless of the pain. Although I got hurt riding a bike for the first time, I am still proud that I can ride a bike. Once on my birthday, my family discussed it and decided to buy me a bike. Mom said, "This will give me a skill, which is also a birthday present. The next morning, I got up early, brushed my teeth and washed my face quickly, and after breakfast, I couldn't wait for my mother to teach me to ride a bike. At first, I thought to myself: it's so simple, how can it be stumped? However, I didn't expect this bike to be a little high for me. I couldn't get up, and I had a hard time getting up, but I had to stand on tiptoe, and I managed to keep my balance. Then I began to learn to drive, and my mother said, "I'm holding it in the back." You concentrate on looking ahead, concentrate on riding, and don't be half-hearted. " I remembered my mother's words. Attentive, I slowly began to push forward, and finally the car began to run. After a while. As soon as my mother let go, I began to lose my balance and my car tilted. Suddenly! "bang! "With a loud noise, my hands and feet were skinned and my bike fell down. Mom rushed over and said worriedly, "Son, does it hurt?" "All right!" I said, "mom, don't worry, I'm fine!" " "Mom was relieved to see what I said. My mother loves me dearly and won't teach, so my grandfather will teach instead of me. Grandpa, like his mother, helped the car for a while and then let go. I didn't fall. I'm glad, but I'm a little careless. Another loud noise! My hands and feet have bled a lot again. Grandpa came to me and said, "son, as long as you persist and work hard, nothing is impossible." "I was deeply moved by grandpa's words. So he gritted his teeth and stood up. I practiced again. I don't know how long it took, nor how many times I fell. This time, grandpa let go. I didn't fall. I rode fast and smoothly. I shouted, "I can ride a horse at last!" "I ride a bike and enjoy the cool breeze blowing through my ears. I don't want to mention how beautiful it is. On that day, no matter studying or riding a bike, I understood a truth. As my grandfather said, as long as I persist and work hard, nothing is impossible. The first time I rode a bike, I wrote 500 words on Saturday. It's sunny and sunny. Mother pushed out a dusty "new" bike from the garage and took it to the pool to wash. I saw it and asked, "Mom, when did you buy this bike? "I have a motorcycle. How can I use a bicycle?" "This bike was bought when you were a child. It's for you! Use it when you grow up. " I listened to music, and now I have grown up, haven't I? I can learn to ride a bike. In the afternoon, I pestered my mother to teach me to ride a bike. With the help of my mother, I finally got on the bike, holding the front of the car with both hands and barely reaching the pedal with my feet. Mom told me to pedal hard. I kept my eyes on the pedal and pressed my right foot hard. Hey, when the car moved, my feet were not long enough when the pedal reached the second half. What should I do? I can only lean to the right, which is not good, and the car will follow me down. Fortunately, my mother came prepared, and she managed not to let me fall. Mother said, "When riding a bike, you should use your eyes, feet and hands.". Your eyes should look forward, not just at your feet, but also at the center of gravity of your body. " After listening to my mother, I got on the bus again. It's really easier said than done. I didn't expect cycling to be so difficult. I kept getting on the bus, falling down, getting on the bus, falling down ... in less than half an hour, my mother was so tired that she was sweating. Looking at my mother's panting, I said to the bike, "Brother Bike, give me some face!" " ! Don't fall down again next time, or I'll hit you hard. ""Come on, Jiang Yuetao. We must succeed this time. "I wiped the sweat on my head and got on the bus again. This time, I finally stepped on the pedal a few times, and the bicycle drove forward steadily for a certain distance. My mother let go of her hand quietly, and I was happier. But just when I was happy, the front of the car didn't work, and with a bang, I fell to the ground with my car and people. My foot was red by the wheel and swollen the next day. But I didn't give up. I believe that one day I will learn to ride a bike. A few days later, my feet were much better, so I started cycling training again. This time, I met many difficulties: sometimes my hands blister, my legs are often scratched, and my feet are crushed at both ends for three days ... In short, I have paid sweat, painstaking efforts and hardships, but I still firmly believe that I will succeed one day. Sure enough, many things happen. After a few weeks, I was finally able to walk around a few times easily, and I succeeded. There is a joy in my heart that can't be concealed completely. It is the joy of success and the joy of tasting the fruits of one's labor. The first time I learned to ride a bike, I learned persistence and patience ... There will be many firsts in life, but no matter what you do, you must persevere and don't flinch in the face of any difficulties. Only by persistence and perseverance can we move towards our golden future. The first time I rode a bike 500 words 9 The first time I packed jiaozi, the first time I fished, the first time I cooked ... Looking for fragments of childhood memories, the most unforgettable thing was riding a bike for the first time. When I was a child, every time I saw my brother riding a bicycle, his posture was cool, he circled around, humming songs and riding a bicycle around the yard, I felt that he was so proud. Sometimes, when I see him holding the handlebar with one hand and dancing in the air with the other, I have the idea of learning to ride a bike. I went home and asked my mother, "Mom, Mom, do we have a bike at home?" "Of course!" Mom replied, turned around and looked blank: "Are you going to ride a bike?" Before he asked me more questions, I ran to the warehouse and started looking for my bike everywhere, leaving only my mother's patient explanation echoing in the air. After a while, I pushed a dusty car out of the warehouse. "Be careful, don't fall down! "Mom nagging again. I think riding a bike is easy, but it goes in one ear and out the other. But as soon as I got on the bus and got next to the pedal, I knelt down. I don't believe that I can't ride. I quickly stood up and learned from my experience. I kept playing back the picture of my brother pedaling in my mind. This time, I have to learn to push the cart first. I can't eat a big fat man in one bite. I have to learn to push a cart before I learn to ride a bike. That's how I cheer myself up. Soon, I learned to push the cart, and then I followed the trend. I clenched the handlebars and looked ahead. My left leg slipped off the left pedal. When the speed was neither fast nor slow, my right leg jumped over the car and soon fell on the right pedal. "Wow, I'm here! "Push forward immediately, and the car will move forward in a balanced way. I am happy to let the whole world know, but I am calm again. " No, no, I haven't got off yet! ""After four or five laps, I chose a flat ground, drew a beautiful arc with my right leg, and crossed my body and returned to the ground. "I made it, Mom, I made it!" Mother came from behind the poplar trees in the yard and clapped her hands with a smile. Ah! It turned out that my mother was silently watching the process of learning to drive. I ran over, hugged my mother and shared the joy of success ... life is like this. As long as there is perseverance and the spirit of not being afraid of losing, there will be gains. The composition of riding a bike for the first time is 500 words 10 Everyone has many firsts in his life, and the most unforgettable one is my first ride. My mother bought me a bike on my sixth birthday. I jumped for joy and immediately dragged my father to school. When I came to the playground, my father demonstrated first, and the movements were very skilled. I cheered again and again. Next, dad asked me to have a try. But I fell as soon as I went up, so I asked my father to help me. Dad helped me behind the car, and I rode on it, pedaling hard with my feet and holding the handlebar with both hands. I'm slow and fast, and I can't catch my balance. I'm always afraid of falling, and I'm sweating with nervousness. Slowly, I am less nervous and can turn around. Ha, riding a bike is not difficult! Who knows that as soon as I was distracted, my hands were loose and my legs were soft and I was in a daze. Clothes are torn, hands and legs are cut, and blood on hands is slowly oozing out. When I knew that my father had secretly released his hand, my tears started to drip, and I began to shrink back. Dad came to me quickly, wiped the blood from my hands and encouraged me to say, "Dad believes that you are a brave man and will not be intimidated by this little setback." Listening to my father's words, I remembered a story in the book about a prince who fell down eight times and stood up eight times. I secretly made up my mind: I must learn to ride a bike! So, I endured the pain and slowly got up from the ground. I picked up my bike again and learned to walk first. After a while, I gradually mastered the balance. I took the initiative to let my father go, but I didn't expect to fall down again. I fell down again and again, but I was not discouraged at all. Finally, I finally learned to ride a bike. I learned to ride a bike, and at the same time, I learned a lot: nothing is difficult in the world, as long as I am willing to climb, many things will grind. 500 words for riding a bike for the first time 1 1 A two-wheeled medium-sized bike is too big for a 6-year-old child like me. Sitting in the seat, my two short legs can't touch the ground at all, only touch the pedal. My face suddenly twisted, and I denied myself in my mind before I started, but I still tried to hold the handlebar. I looked at my hand dripping blood, and I couldn't help sweating in my palm. Just then, a leaf fell in front of me, which made people feel sad and depressed. At this time, grandpa said to me, "Don't be nervous. The biggest enemy of success is yourself. As long as you can beat yourself, you can succeed." Although grandpa didn't say much, he gave me enough confidence, so I gritted my teeth and went all out. My legs are shaking and my feet can't help shaking. I am like a frightened bird, trying carefully in unknown areas. Because of fear and nervousness, I paused several times, and soon my whole body was soaked with cold sweat. Looking back at smiling grandpa now, we can feel infinity from his vicissitudes. After listening to this, most of the fear disappeared. I cycle round and round. Although the hand holding the handlebar is red, I still feel a force in my heart. I pedaled forward boldly and confidently, and slowly my legs, feet and hands stopped shaking, and my face gradually filled with a confident smile. At this time, I am sweating like a pig, just like I just fished out of the water. Even so, I didn't feel cold. Autumn sunshine always warms me. I smiled happily and shouted at my grandfather, "I finally learned to ride a bike!" " "I have had many firsts, and riding a bike is also the first time. Today, my father will teach me to ride a bike. Watching my father launch a brand-new bike from the garage, I was overjoyed, and I couldn't hold back my excitement any longer, so I was ready to give it a try. When we came to the park, I confidently stepped forward, clasped the handle with both hands and stepped on my right leg with difficulty. Before I could sit still, I couldn't wait to step on the pedal with my right foot and step down hard, and the car went out with a whoosh. I haven't enjoyed the "feeling like the wind" for a few seconds. The front of the car is like a naughty puppy, twisting from side to side and throwing me out of the car after a few meters. Now that I have learned my lesson, I beg my father to help me hold the car seat. In this way, I rode back and forth several times and my courage gradually increased. " Dad, you don't have to help. I will. I will. "I let dad go home first. I came to the front of the car, holding the handlebar, kicking, getting on the bus and pedaling. I rode on the square in one go. Suddenly, a stone appeared in front of the wheel and the bicycle jolted violently. My heart sank and the front of the car twisted uncontrollably. In anxiety, I tried to find my balance, but the more anxious I was, the more chaotic I was. " Bang ",I actually fell to the ground, my hands and knees were worn out, which was very painful. I kicked my bike angrily and sat on the edge of the flower bed. At this time, the ants under my feet caught my attention. This little ant is carrying a biscuit crumb much bigger than it. First, it tried to drag it forward with its teeth. The biscuit crumbs only moved forward a few centimeters. The ant's two tentacles kept shaking up and down. It anxiously bypassed the biscuit crumbs and pushed it with its head, one centimeter, two centimeters ... I lifted my bike, grabbed the handle with both hands, picked a rugged road and practiced. I'm trying to ride a bike. Although I still fall from time to time, I know the word "persistence" ... I don't know how many times I have helped my bike. This time, I can finally ride very smoothly on the uneven road. I rode my bike home, and the sense of pride seemed as if the whole world was waving to me. The sky is blue and the trees are green. The bike sang a song for me. I can ride a bike! 500 words 13 I remember riding a bike for the first time. That is an old bike borrowed from a friend. It's dirty and torn, and it creaks when riding. Why learn to ride a bike? Because every time I see someone riding a bicycle speeding on the road, I feel very handsome and can't help but envy. Start learning to ride a bike. My left foot landed, my right foot stepped on the gas pedal, and my brother helped me behind. "Three, two, one, let's go! "I pushed my left foot hard and immediately received the pedal. My brother pushed hard, and the bike went forward, and the wind blew head-on, which made people cool and comfortable. A lyric popped up in my mind: "This is the feeling of flying, and this is the feeling of freedom. "Did you learn that? This is too simple! I can't help feeling smug. However, two seconds later, the bike was like a runaway wild horse, rampaging. Bang, I fell to the ground in confusion. His left face is on the ground, and his bike is on his right leg. This embarrassed expression made his brother laugh and his eyes narrowed into a sky. The next day, I rode my bike with great expectation. Although the bicycle is like a naughty child who doesn't listen to her, I have learned the lessons from the past. When I fell, I immediately stretched out my left leg as a support point. Although I didn't fall, I still failed. In this way, I rode my bike again and again with countless scars, and gradually accumulated experience in failure. I tried to pedal alone, and then stepped on the pedal. Although it was a little difficult to control, I still tried to straighten the front of the car and step on the accelerator hard. I rode smoothly! I made it! The breeze is blowing, and the willows on the roadside are lingering. It feels so good. 500 words 14 years passed in a hurry, suddenly looking back, the experience of repeated failures surfaced in front of me. Only the experience of riding a bike, it is deeply rooted in my heart like a thousand-year-old tree ... "Wang Xinyue, look how cool my bike is!" Ya ya shouted through the window. I took another look in the yard, and all my friends were riding bicycles, with all kinds of tricks. Seeing this situation, I asked my father to push out my bike and teach me to ride it. In this way, I started my first bike ride. I started practicing. I was just about to get on the seat, but before I got on it, my bike swung around like an adventurous wild horse. I didn't lose heart. I finally got on it, and my bike ran around like a runaway wild horse. Sitting in the car seat, I held the handle tightly with both hands and let my father hold it steady behind me. At first, everything went well. After walking a few meters, I relaxed my vigilance, pedaled hard and started riding with confidence. Passing 18-wheeler, I saw a van rush in from the door, which scared me to brake quickly. With a bang, the car fell down with me, and I began to lose heart. At this time, my father came over and said, "I believe you, come on!" " "So I started practicing again. This time, I didn't ask my father for help, but sat in my seat, holding the handle in one hand and the wall in the other, and walked forward step by step. Walking, walking more and more stable, practiced several times, and finally learned to ride a bike. Through the window, my companions stared at me with wide eyes. I succeeded the first time I rode a bike. This first time gave me endless hope, motivation and drive, and I became more confident and full. I think this first time will be my motivation to move on, reach the other side of success and challenge new heights. The success of cycling for the first time has become a bright spot in my life, which gives me more courage to meet the new dawn in my future life. 500 words 15 composition for riding a bike for the first time Every time I see someone riding a bike and passing by me freely, my heart is full of envy and jealousy. The next day happened to be Saturday. I quickly finished my homework and started the journey of learning to drive. Grandma told me repeatedly that if the car wants to "pull you down" together, you have to push the car to the other side. Grandma sat by and watched me learn to drive. I got on the bus like everyone else. My left foot is on the left pedal of my bike. When my right foot is raised, I think I will stand firmly on the left pedal of my bike like everyone else. On the contrary, I fell off my bike with a bang and my feet were bleeding. I sat on the ground with tears in my eyes. Grandma sitting immediately stood up and walked quickly to me. The bike fell on my other side. Why is this? Because grandma told me that if the car wants to "pull you down" together, you have to push the car to the other side. Grandma's words eased my pain a little. Think about it, if you fall and have a bike on you, wouldn't it hurt more? I endured the pain and walked to my grandmother. After a while, my feet stopped hurting and I went to learn driving again. After learning the last lesson, I am no longer so impatient. Impatience will only hurt me more. Soon, I will get on the bus. Five days passed, and I finally learned to ride a bike! My heart is full of sweetness. There will always be a first time for people to grow up. If people don't grow for the first time, how can they grow? If there is no first time, it is like human beings without water to drink; Just like flowers and trees have no soil ... learning to ride a bike is my first time growing up!