Finally, I finished reading my notes, rubbed my eyes, yawned and pestered my father to play ball. Dad slept all noon, maybe he also wanted to exercise, so he went to the playground with me.
The sun is really nice and comfortable, but it's windy. Well, let's play basketball instead of badminton. At first, I was good and energetic. I voted better than my father. I'm not very good at pitching. First, my strength is not used well, sometimes it is too big, sometimes it is too small. The aim is even worse, about one goal out of ten. Throw it with dad. I was a little patient at first. I threw six or seven, and my dad threw a dozen. But after a long time, the pitching efficiency began to decrease obviously. Gradually, even my father said, "If you want to play well, is it called shooting?" ? That's lazy! "I'm impatient, and I announced that I would throw five more balls and go home to continue my homework! But where do I expect it? I didn't finish my goal in ten minutes because I was not serious and attentive. Finally, I threw the fourth ball. I really have no strength. I started throwing at random, and I didn't throw it for a long time. I lost all interest, so I let my dad throw it away. Father only threw two empty balls and gave them back to me. I'm angry again and throw myself at random. Dad saw it and said, "You can't throw it like this. Go home. "I was not convinced. I paid a little attention and finally made it." It's really hard. "For me, I kicked basketball home as a football. Of course, my father voted more than me this time.
When I got home and wrote another homework, I lost my temper and asked my father to take me to his office to play table tennis. Dad didn't say anything. After finishing what he was doing, he went to the office with me.
Everything is ready, I am eager to try, take the initiative to attack one after another, and win more goals in a row. Dad immediately parried, giving me an illusion: dad is not as good as me. After playing for a while, I found that my father had caught my soft spot, and he had changed from passive to active, and began to attack wantonly. He spun the ball, spiked it, lifted it, dropped it, turned left, turned right, and beat me to death. Just now, my energy disappeared by half. After several rounds, it ended in a fiasco. This is when I began to be impetuous and was led by my father's ball. I realized that my plan was wrong. If it was all offensive, I would definitely be defeated. I began to change the offensive into the defensive, hoping to change the situation. I keep a close eye on the ball. As soon as it reaches me, I attach great importance to it and stop as soon as I beat it. Alas, ginger is still old and spicy, and it is a fiasco after a game. This time, I really lost confidence and patience. I started shooting like a basketball, and even got hit by 10:2 1. I threw away my racket and said, "Let's play next time!"
Go home and think about it. What you did today was terrible. According to what happened this afternoon, I came to a truth: patience and self-confidence are very important, don't lose confidence completely because of previous failures. Don't think too much, be patient and confident in everything. Take care of these two magic weapons, and I believe we can do everything well.