Learn to Bike

"I'm sorry, little sister, did I scare you?" The big sister asked. I said, "It's okay." As soon as I said it was okay, she got back on her bike and rode away with the wind. Looking at her back like a pony, I was envious and determined to learn how to ride a bicycle too.

I asked my dad to sweep a bike for me at the curb in the neighborhood, and I confidently said, "That big sister can ride as fast as the wind, and I can ride faster than her!" After my dad swept it, he asked me to ride it. I took the bike with a big grin, but unexpectedly, the bike didn't work at all in my hands, the faucet was crooked, the bike was tilted over and over, and even my body almost fell with the bike. Dad said, "Hold the tap straight and get the balance right, and you will feel the car lighter." I did as my father said, and sure enough, the car became much lighter. I could not easily sit on the seat, my body swayed, and was about to fall, Dad said: "Quickly with one foot pointing to the ground." I hurriedly left foot point to the ground, because of the nervousness, the heart "thump thump thump" jumping rapidly, simply from the throat out. Dad said: feet to push up the right pedal, and then a strong pedal can ride." I do not, you hold me in the back!" I begged petulantly. Dad had to hold me up, but I either skewed to the left or the right, it was hard to set it right, and with Dad's help, I rode crookedly.

Gradually I got smoother and smoother because my dad was behind me, "I can ride now!" I was so proud of myself that I turned my head, but I didn't know when my dad let go of my hand. "Ah ......" I was so frightened that I fell at once. I bawled, crying and yelling: "Bad dad, stinky bike, ooh tweet ......" Dad rushed over to comfort me and helped me blow on my bruised knee. But I still bawled and said: "I don't want to ride, never again! "Dad put his arm around me and said, "you can't give up halfway, you can't learn how to ride a bike. After that, Dad stood on his tiptoes, pushed the right pedal up, put one foot down quickly, the left foot also stepped on the pedal in an instant, and then sat down steadily on the bike. He rode around, pressed the brakes with both hands, stopped in front of me, and said, "Let's try it again!"

My knees still hurt, and I was a little intimidated by the bike, but the way my sister and dad rode with such panache made me want to do it. I calmed down a bit, carefully pedaled hard, set the tap, and rode on. Dad was running behind me, saying, "This is inertia, don't be afraid, Dad is behind you, you ride a little faster." I stepped on the pedal faster, and after a lap, I pressed the brake, and the car stopped steadily. Dad said, "Good job, as long as you hold the tap right, a pedal will have inertia, practice a few more times, and you will ride."

With my dad's help, I practiced a few more times and I learned to ride a bike. Because I knew how to ride, I was so proud of myself that I rode as fast as the big sister in the central square of the neighborhood, and I deliberately twisted the tap left and right. "Make way!" A delivery boy shouted. I got nervous and pressed the brakes hard, "Bared ......" the tires wailed, the bike stopped violently, so close! Almost a centimeter to hit the car, really scared ah! At this point, my little heart was beating wildly again!

I was almost too happy to be arrogant, so I practiced riding my bike honestly, and I didn't dare to do it again.

After a few weeks of practicing like an old bull, I am now very good at cycling and I have learned that perseverance is the key to victory and that you should never be arrogant in anything you do.