In daily life or work and study, everyone will inevitably come into contact with composition, which can be divided into narrative, explanatory, practical and argumentative according to different genres. What is the composition you have seen? The following is my collected 500-word cycling composition for reference only. Let's have a look. I remember the first time I rode a bike, I was very scared. That day, my mother bought me a beautiful bike. She hopes I can learn to ride a bike. Seeing the brand-new bicycle in front of me, I can't wait to get on the bus and show my skills. As soon as I got into the car seat, my heart kept pounding and my mind went blank, for fear of falling off my bike. I quickly took my mother's hand and said, "Mom! You must never let go! " "If I don't let go, you'll never learn." As soon as my mother answered, she let go of her hand. At this time, I got up the courage to pedal hard. Unexpectedly, after a while, the bike began to stagger, and with a bang, I fell off the bike. I fell to the ground and cried. My mother ran to me and said, "Park Yi, don't lose heart, you will succeed!" " "Listening to my mother's encouragement, I silently dried my tears, got up from the ground, then helped my bike, got on the bus, and rode forward step by step, for fear of falling to the ground again, but I tried once, twice, three times ... but I failed. For the last time, I secretly made up my mind: I must learn! At first, I rode my bike carefully, stepping on it step by step, keeping my eyes fixed on the front and trying not to think about wrestling. This time, the car went on smoothly for many miles. Gee, I didn't even wrestle! When I woke up, I found that I could already ride a bike. I jumped three feet for joy! Heart. After all this "tossing", I was so tired that I sweated and blushed like a cooked lobster. But I don't want to say how happy I am, because I have surpassed myself before, and I am very excited at this moment. If you see a person riding a grass-green bike in the Ziggy community. I'm telling you, he is me. I have reached an unprecedented level of riding. Even if you go to the Guinness Book of Records, you can still win the prize. But the pain of learning to drive is vivid. One day, my mother said to me, "I will teach you to ride a bike, or I will buy you a car for nothing." "I think my mother can ride a bike at the age of seven, but you are ten years old and can't ride it yet. I'm not ashamed to lose it ... "I was told that I couldn't look up, so I had to answer carefully:" OK! " The next step is the devil training my mother gave me. After my mother made some demonstrations and explanations, it was my turn to get on the bus. At first, I held the handle with both hands. I lost control of my center of gravity and fell down without walking a few steps in the cart. I was lying on the car and my hand was broken. My heart panicked, tears swirled in my eyes, and I really didn't want to learn. But mom was watching, afraid to mention it, so she had to come again. Pull the handlebar with both hands, and the car is lying on the ground. Mom ran to help me lift the car and continued to practice, but she still failed. After several failures, we adjusted our methods. My mother was holding the car behind me. I sat on the stool, holding the handle with both hands, my left foot stepped on the pedal hard, and my right foot touched the ground from time to time. I don't know why, if you don't use your left foot, the whole car and people will fall to the left. If it weren't for mom's support, they would definitely wrestle again. My mother instructed me again: "Don't panic, step on it with your feet and look forward. Mom will help you in the back and boldly step on your right foot. " Do as my mother said, and sure enough, the car started. After a few steps, we reached the end of the road. As soon as the steering wheel turned, I fell to the ground with my car and people, and a dog chewed shit. Looking back, my mother couldn't help it. "Wow ..." Crying came from my mouth. My mother ran up to comfort me: "You ride very well. My mother hasn't helped me for a long time just now. Just practice a few more times and you can ride like me. " Encouraged, I continued to practice, and I really learned. I, a good cyclist, learned to drive in this way. On a sunny Sunday, my mother and I went to the city wall park to play. I saw many children riding bicycles there, and my hands suddenly itched. I immediately took my mother's hand and said, "mom, mom, I want to ride a bike!" " Look how happy the children are riding. "Mom replied," Yes, but you must keep studying, and you can't give up halfway. "I said," good! It's a deal. I will do it. " My mother came home, pushed out a bike from the garage and said to me, "I'll have a look first, and then you try again." "I think, don't you just use the pedal of a bicycle with two pedals? What's the big deal? Mom will, and so will I. My mother came back from a cycle, and I rode it at once, but I fell off the car and fell to the ground without riding for two steps. I sat there crying. Just when I wanted to say no, my mother came up to me with a smile and said, "What's the matter? Forgot your promise so soon? "I immediately remembered what my mother said to me-you can't give up halfway. I dried my tears and stood up and asked my mother to tell me the essentials of cycling. My mother told me: "When riding a bike, be sure to hold the handlebar tightly, keep your eyes on the front, and don't look down." You must also step on the pedal. " "I listened to my mother and did it several times in a row. It feels easy to master, but it is still a little unstable. If I am not careful, I will fall down. At this time, my mother encouraged me to be bold and cautious when riding a bike. My mother's words restored my confidence. In order to let me learn to ride a bike faster, my mother has been behind me to help me hold my bike and help me master the balance. I have practiced it several times, and I don't know when my mother will let go. Suddenly, I heard a particularly excited voice behind me: "Great! You finally succeeded! " It turned out that my mother couldn't help shouting when she saw me learning to ride a bike. Through this ride, I learned that no matter what I do, I should have confidence and perseverance, persevere and not give up halfway. "Where there is a will, there is a way." I will always remember it. "Since then, cycling has become people's favorite sport. I came across an advertisement when I was shopping in the supermarket. It's a video of a man riding a bike in the snow. It's very handsome. I also want to be like him, so I came up with the idea of riding a bike. I told my parents, and they agreed without thinking. In two weeks, I will ride a bike. In the process of practicing, I suffered unprecedented setbacks and felt physical pain. For example, when the auxiliary wheel of a bicycle is removed, I sometimes fall with the car and sometimes hit the wall. However, I enjoy it, because I believe that one day, I will ride a bike in the snow like that man. After feeling the pleasure of riding, I like riding more and more. In the end, it became my most intoxicated thing. What fascinates me is the excitement and happiness when riding a bike. For example, when going downhill, the speed of the bicycle is getting faster and faster, so that the green grass next to it can't be seen clearly. A cool breeze blew on me, so I quickly braked and suddenly felt very cold. For example, riding on a bumpy road, I feel shaking all over and my legs are numb. It is really exciting! For example, in the open gymnasium, I feel as free as a fish swimming in the sea. What impressed me the most was that once, my grandfather and I rode 14 km together, feeling tired and happy. The only sad thing is that I spend more and more time studying now-I spend less and less time riding a bike, and I can only ride it once a week at most. Nevertheless, the status of cycling in my heart has not changed-I am addicted to cycling. No matter how ordinary things are, with the help of my magical father, they can always become an interesting thing. No, he started to create the pleasure of riding a bike again. Once, my mother and I went for a walk. Because we don't have a bike card, I ride a bike and my mother walks. In this walk, I slowly learned to shift gears. When dad heard about it, he wrote down the gauntlet and said that he would compete with me. I accepted the challenge and made an appointment to play next weekend. A father-daughter bicycle race thus kicked off. I was full of confidence at first, but after some discussion, my confidence value dropped from 100% to 50%. Dad is too difficult to get along with. I stepped on hot wheels, but he seemed to be on a plane. No matter how hard I chase him, I can't catch up with him. You can't be faster than him, but you can't be slower than him. I use the speed of a snail. He is too slow. I don't know if he can move five meters a minute. It really pisses me off. However, if you are angry, you still have to work hard. Gradually, my father was a little tired. I took this opportunity to compete with him and overtook him at once. Just as I was elated, my father came to my eyes at supersonic speed. Boy! I was actually saving my strength just now! I am anxious. I really want to catch up with him, but I can only be anxious because I can't catch up with him at all. If only I were flying a bicycle-shaped plane instead of riding a bicycle! Riding a bike can not only exercise, but also enhance the feelings between people. I like riding a bike, and I like riding a bike with my father. Today, I'm going to ride a bike, just to try the bike I just bought. Take the elevator to the first floor and ride uphill, and it took a lot of effort to get to the top of the slope. Look down: Wow, it's so high! I summoned up my courage and rushed down. Plop. God, earth, how could I be so miserable? It turned out that halfway through the ride, I tripped over a stone, but fortunately I didn't fall, which was very painful. I'm not playing. I'll find someone to play with. I searched almost the whole neighborhood and finally found someone who kept pace with me. I said the rules, we walk around the community, and whoever gets to the finish line first wins. He agreed at once. " Five, four ... one "I rushed out, running like a fine horse on the grassland. After a while, he caught up. Come on, there are still dozens of meters from the finish line. At the present speed, he is sure to win. At this time, I found that there was a throttle on the bike, and I immediately adjusted the speed to the highest. Suddenly, I feel much faster. Five meters, four meters, three meters, two meters, one meter ... almost caught up, but he still won. In the second game, at the beginning, I turned the speed to the highest, and the other side was not to be outdone. I also turned the speed to the highest. In the end, I ended in failure. I adjusted my tactics in the third game. At first, I rode my bike smoothly, and the other person was obviously tired, so I let my guard down. At the end of 30 meters from the finish line, I seized the opportunity, adjusted my speed to the highest and went all out to win the race. Although it's a pity that we didn't win the game today, friendship comes first and the game comes second. My favorite activity is cycling. During the summer vacation, after dinner and walking every night, several classmates and I formed a cycling team and came to the square. I ride a pink car, Li Wenrui rides a black and white car, and Jiao Rui rides a green car. We named this team "Fruit Team". I led a team to patrol the square, riding round and round and having a good time. This also reminds me of last summer when I learned to ride a bike. At that time, I staggered and couldn't ride my bike. My father held the faucet of my bike in one hand and the seat in the other. My mother encouraged me and cheered me on. In this way, I finally rode in fear. Suddenly, I felt the seat lighter. Looking back, my father was eight feet away from me. It turned out that he quietly let go of my hand when I was riding smoothly, but I thought I had my father's support and rode boldly. Haha, so I learned to ride a bike. Now my skills are getting better and better, so everyone chooses me as the captain. In this cycling team, we are all highly skilled and fast. Every night, we meet and go to the square to ride a bicycle game. When we ride a bike, we should exercise. However, don't think it's so easy to ride a bike. Pay attention to the following points when riding a bike: 1. Minors should not ride alone on the road, but should ensure the safety of themselves and others when riding bicycles; 2. You can't wear sandals and leather shoes when riding a bike, which is easy to slip. You'd better wear sports shoes. 3. You can't make fun of each other when riding a bike, and it's easy to fall. Students, you must know these precautions! This summer vacation, cycling has become my greatest pleasure! Cycling composition 500 words 8 This was before. It was the summer vacation of the second grade. My sister and father and I went to my grandmother's house. After dinner, I immediately rode my bike to the race, so I asked my cousin to teach me to ride. My sister also became interested and asked my cousin to teach him. We two rookies are in a lot of trouble. My sister and I ran a race, and the two rode closer and closer. "Don't! Don't! "I shouted. Finally, my bike collided with my sister's bike. Also, when they rode to the pile of stones, they were all stones. They huddled together and fell beside the stone pile together. I always feel that practicing bicycles is boring, so I asked my cousins to hold a bicycle championship and the prize was a pen. I picked up four stone heads as spare weapons. The game has already started, my cousin is in the lead, my cousin is second, my sister is third, and I am the most pitiful. I picked up the stone and threw it in the direction of my cousin's bike. I threw it in the wrong direction and hit my sister. Sister looked back and didn't pay attention to the front. The whole person "flew" into the grass garden with the bicycle. Then, my cousin slipped and almost fell off the car, so I accelerated as fast as my cousin. I threw a stone next to my cousin, which was useless. I threw two stones together, and the stone was right under my cousin's front wheel. My cousin "flew" and fell heavily on the ground. I accelerated again, and I was about to pass my cousin, but she had already passed our "finish line", so my cousin won and got a pen from my sister. This bicycle race is really interesting! When I used my unique skill, no one noticed it, because my sister fell in pain, and she screamed at her waist, and so did my cousin. Say "sorry" to you here! ) cycling composition 500 words 9 scorching sun, bosom friend, the arrival of summer also announced the beginning of summer vacation. In the long summer vacation, I want to make a study plan to make this holiday more fulfilling. The first thing that comes to my mind is the projects I can't yet, such as playing basketball, swimming and cycling. After careful consideration, I chose to ride a bike. Riding a bike can not only exercise, but also ride with friends and travel around the world that belongs to us. The hardest part is actually in the beginning At first, I could only practice on a small bike with auxiliary wheels. After getting familiar with it, I can finally unload the auxiliary wheel. However, after removing the auxiliary wheel, I rode stagger, swaying from side to side, and often fell down during the period, but I didn't give up because of this. After several weeks of practice, I finally learned to ride a bike. Gradually, the small bike can no longer meet my needs. My mother saw my efforts these days and agreed to give me a bike that really belongs to me. I am very happy. When I got a brand-new bike, I couldn't wait to ride it. Although it was a little crooked at first, with my previous experience, I soon surrendered to it. Sometimes I ride very fast, like a wild horse running on the grassland, and sometimes I can make one pattern after another, such as: suddenly turning sharply, swinging from side to side, dancing like a bird in the sky. My mother told me to drive slowly in a hurry, and I couldn't hear it at all, because I was so happy riding. At the end of the summer vacation, I not only learned to ride a bike, but also learned a truth from it: there is no shortcut to anything, and only by unremitting efforts can I make progress and success. Cycling composition 500 words 10 Summer vacation, I was playing in the community, and I saw that many of my peers could ride bicycles. Seeing that they were riding fast and triumphant, my heart itched, and I made up my mind to learn to ride bicycles. My father said to me, "If you want to learn to ride a bicycle, you must first have the courage. Hold the handlebar with both hands, put one foot on the pedal and one foot on the ground, and keep your balance bit by bit. Don't panic, take your time." "Dad helped me in the back, because I was riding my dad's mountain bike. I sat directly in the seat, put my foot on the pedal, stepped on it hard, and the car rode slowly. I thought it was quite balanced at first. I feel good after riding a small circle. Before I knew it, my father let go and my bike didn't listen to me much. I can't grasp the direction. I quickly shouted: "Dad, the car is going to fall down. "Before my dad could help me, the car fell to the ground, and my leg was hit, which made me scream. Dad said, "I have been insisting. When will you learn?"? You have to find your own feelings and master the essentials before you can learn. "Be sure to hold the handlebar firmly, don't use force, master the balance, look ahead and ride slowly." Encouraged by my father, I endured the pain, slowly lifted the car and started studying again. The car is finally obedient in my hands, so I can keep my balance. In this way, I mastered the trick of balance. It took me an afternoon to finally learn to ride a bike, or my father's mountain bike. How's it going? I'm great! Alas, it's not easy to learn to ride a bike! However, learning to ride a bike has taught me a truth, that is, everything should be persevered and stick to the end, and you can't give up halfway, otherwise you will never learn well! Cycling composition 500 words 1 1 After school, I walked alone in the street, looking around, and found my fifth and sixth grade elder brothers and sisters riding bicycles across the street, just like dragons, free! I envy and hate. I thought: what's the big deal about riding a bike! You can ride it if you learn it. So I went home and begged my mother to buy me a bike. My mother finally agreed to buy me a pink bike under my obsession. The next day is a rest day, so I can practice in the yard all morning. I got up at seven in the morning, washed my face and brushed my teeth, and made a noise, which woke my mother up. Mother got up and said with a lazy face, the sun is rising in the west! Why does our little slacker get up so early? I spat out my tongue and washed my face, and it was up to my mother to teach me to ride a bike. My mother nodded. I pushed my bike out, sat on the seat, and held the faucet in my hand, saying, Mom, let's start! Mom said: try riding it yourself first! I am confident and complacent. Yeah! With a cry, I fell as soon as I stepped on the gas pedal. I let out a cry and said to my mother, Mom, why don't you hug me? Mom agreed. This time I squeezed the tap, my mother pushed it behind and I stepped in front. I feel much more relaxed with my mother pushing me. I rode round and round and turned to look. That's weird. Where's mom? I'm going to tell this news to my father. When I got home, my mother was sitting on the sofa watching TV. I just know: I learned to ride a bike! Oh yeah! When I was six years old, my mother bought me the first two-wheeled bicycle in my life. I jumped three feet when I saw a brand-new bike. I got on it quickly, but riding a bike was not as simple as I thought. Before I could sit still, my bike fell to the ground with a bang. Fortunately, I am quick-sighted or I will fall down happily. After this experience, I learned a lesson. Dare not ride casually. You might as well learn slowly. So I asked my mom. Mom said: If you want to ride a bike well, you must learn from getting on and off. Then she said how to get on and off. I followed her steps: first step on the ground with one foot, and then step on the car with the other foot. This is getting on the bus. Then I learned to get off. I stood on tiptoe with one foot and stepped on it with the other. This is getting off. Wow! How simple! I shouted excitedly. The most difficult thing is riding a bike. I got on the bus with confidence. The car began to move slowly by slamming on the accelerator. However, I didn't go far, so I couldn't keep my balance. I leaned over and fell face down. I got up crying and continued to practice, because I knew that as long as I worked hard, the iron pestle would be ground into a needle. Keep practicing and you will learn. Sure enough, it wasn't long before I mastered a secret and learned it quickly. Shh, I'll tell you quietly. The secret is to lean your hand to your body when you can't keep your balance. If you tilt the direction, you can keep your balance. After half a day's practice, I finally mastered the method of riding a bike. From this incident, I understand a truth: as long as you persevere, go forward bravely, and don't flinch when encountering setbacks, you will succeed in the end. I got on the bike successfully. 500 words 13 Every time I go out with my mother, I envy a child about my age riding a bike easily. As a matter of fact, I could ride a bike when I was young. It is the kind of small bike that my mother bought me when I was a child. There are three wheels in the back. Slowly, I hold the two wheels next to me, and I can ride a bike. But I haven't touched a bike since I went to school, so I forgot how to ride it. ) So, I made up my mind to learn to ride a bike this summer vacation! My mother saw that I was so eager to learn, so she pulled my bicycle from my hometown. I finally learned to ride a bike. At first, when I was riding a bike, I always fidgeted and hurried, and the front of the car always didn't listen to me. As soon as my mother let go, the bike began to shake from side to side, scaring me into a twist. With a bang, I fell to the ground, my hands and knees were skinned and I cried my eyes out. I'm a little discouraged. At this time, my mother encouraged me to say, "Don't lose heart, you can't learn to ride a bike at once, it takes courage, perseverance and patience ..." With my mother's encouragement, my confidence increased greatly and I helped my bike practice again. Although I often feel like falling, I will support it with my feet. Although there are always dangerous situations that scare me, I can always avoid falling. Gradually, my skills have been greatly improved. No, today, I also launched bicycle learning. Suddenly found that riding a heavy bike suddenly became extremely light. I rode my bike freely, and the faster I rode, the more excited and proud I felt, as if I had won some competition. I not only learned to ride a bike, but also understood that difficulties always accompany people. As long as you face it bravely and do it seriously, you will certainly gain something. 500 words 14 When I was a child, riding a bicycle was always crooked, and sometimes I often fell down. When I fell, my bike broke my basket and my palm. When I was in the first grade, I rode that little dragon stroller. My brothers and sisters often laugh at me when I ride that stroller, but I don't understand why. On my eighth birthday this year, my father said it was time for me to get a bigger "Giant" bike. The good news made me scream with excitement. Its tire is 16 inch, which is very beautiful to ride. Now, I "show off" in front of those kindergarten children, and they all say, "Wow, how cool!" I don't think those children will laugh at me anymore. In the morning, the weather is cloudy. I have finished half my homework, and I want to go cycling to relax. The cushion was a little high, and I almost fell down sitting on it. My mother and I had a lot of trouble, and finally pressed the cushion down. I started riding a bike. I hold the handle with both hands, my eyes are fixed on the front, my feet are staring hard, and the wheels slip by. I feel my bike flying by like the wind. I ride a horse, huh? Why is there no mother's voice? I instinctively stopped to wait for my mother. I'm not used to not seeing my mother. After a pause of almost two minutes, my mother finally came. I said, "Mom, why don't you run faster? You are so slow! " Mom smiled and said, "You forgot again. Didn't you just recite" Plant Mom "?What can you do? "Oh, I see, what my mother wants to say is that if a child grows up, he will have to leave his mother and stay at home all over the world ... In a blink of an eye, the summer vacation has already passed halfway, and I believe many students have gone to" fresh air "! Yes, we can't stay at home every day. We should go out and exercise more! So, I also started my own sport-practicing cycling. I haven't ridden for a long time, and I don't know how to ride. My riding slogan: make a little progress every day, and every day is better than yesterday! I can't remember the last time I rode a bike. It was a long time ago. Mother decided to use this summer vacation to let me learn to ride a bike. Oh, that's embarrassing. I can't ride well at this age! My mother and I found a wide and quiet "beautiful avenue" and chose a mobike. Mother asked me to check the brakes first, and then the bell. I sat on it and touched it again. It's good. I can finally ride a bike. Encouraged by my mother, I got into the car seat first, held the handlebar with both hands, put my left foot on the pedal first, put my right foot on the ground, look forward, take a deep breath, and silently think about three, two, one, go. When the left foot was pushed hard, the right foot was connected to the right pedal, and the car staggered away. Suddenly, the car tilted and my right foot twisted while supporting the ground. The pain stopped me from studying. Mother patiently comforted me, let me have a rest and check my feet. My mother also explained to me the essentials of cycling: hold the handlebar firmly with both hands, look up and look forward with both eyes. Relax your shoulders. Keep your body balanced. All right, let's do it again. Although it was still crooked this time, I was so nervous that I forgot the pain and rode for a long time. I didn't even hear my mother's praise in the back. The more you ride, the smoother you get. After riding for half an hour, I was exhausted and sweaty. When I stopped to have a rest, I found that the left hand brake is to brake the rear wheel and the right hand brake is to brake the front wheel. Mom told me: Generally, only one brake is held, and only in case of emergency do you brake with both hands. I am surprised that bicycles also contain such knowledge. It's very late today. I am happy to go home with my mother and look forward to practicing cycling tomorrow.