I remember when I was 7 years old, I saw many children riding their beloved bicycles and playing leisurely during the summer vacation. I am very envious. At this time, I remembered that I also have a bicycle at home, which is a small bicycle that my mother often rides at work. I am determined to learn it.
This afternoon, I pushed the car downstairs and began to practice. Mom smiled and said, "Shall I carry you to the back?" "No, it's a piece of cake for me." I said with confidence. Because when I was young, I could ride a big tricycle, not to mention this small bike. I put my left foot on it first, tried to slide it, and felt quite balanced, then put my right foot on it. Who knows, before I can push hard, the handlebar will start to be "naughty". Turn left and right, and the car will fall down. I was so nervous that I sweated and jumped out of the car at once. Oh, my God! I breathed a sigh of relief and broke out in a cold sweat. It's a good thing my baby car didn't fall off. After a pause, I don't think I can just give up. I must learn! But what the hell is going on! Why don't I listen as soon as I get on the bus! It happened that an aunt in the yard went out by bike, and I stood there pushing the car to see how she rode. I saw that my aunt scratched her left foot a few times, and when her right foot came up, she pushed it forward quickly and forcefully, and the car left steadily! Oh, watching my aunt ride away, I seem to understand. I stopped there as soon as my right foot was lifted, and the car didn't go. No wonder it will stagger! It seems that I really learned to pay attention everywhere!
Knowing this, I started the second exercise. I carefully put my left foot on the pedal, then put my right foot on it, and immediately kicked it hard. Look! The handlebar is much more obedient, I learned! Don't mention how excited you are! But I can't turn the corner yet. I must practice hard. I rode slowly forward and was about to give the tree a hug. I turned the handlebar gently. Unconsciously, the car turned around steadily and hit the road again. I got out of the car happily and jumped three feet, because I didn't trip and learned! In less than an hour, I can play as I please. My mother has always praised me for my courage, perseverance and perseverance. It's even more beautiful when I hear it!
Whenever I recall this interesting childhood story, I feel very proud and smile so sweetly. I think of poetic years and dreamy seasons in my youth intermittently ... I think childhood is a tree without rings, which will never grow old and disappear. ...