Family ball game

My dad is famous. I have a "Yu Lin master" in our family, and I am just a "novice" who has been in contact with badminton for less than two years and has been learning badminton for less than half a month. Therefore, this game is undoubtedly the father won! However, although my technique is poor, my posture is not very accurate, but there is still a strong, aggressive heart. After the game that lost the game yesterday, I seriously summarized the reasons for the loss, and wanted to reform the new face and create a different badminton strategy. Then, continue to "challenge" Dad with confidence. And at 7:30 this evening, it is my game with my father!

Gradually, as night fell, the earth began to become quiet, and began to sing a beautiful song. People came out to release themselves, and the laughter resounded through the clouds. At this moment, people's faces are filled with happiness and happiness that are not usually available. I am solemn and calm, and my face is so murderous. Dad saw me with a nervous look and suddenly laughed out of breath. I slowly gripped the racket, sweat, and a drop of light in the light of the light is particularly dazzling.

With the mother’s order, Dad started serving. When the ball was steady and the locals fell to my eyes, I hit the past with lightning speed, and badminton returned to my father again. Dad’s mouth is rising, and there is a kind of smile on his face. Just listening to the "啪", I have not waited for my reaction, the ball has fallen to my side.

Yes, Dad has already used his "signature technology", well, it seems that I have to make my play to concentrate on this day! I smiled slightly, gently waving the racket, and the ball fell to my father's feet. I am confident to go to meet my victory, I don't want my father to take the right foot forward, the ball, and squat above Dad's racquet. It seems that the most hateful thing is not to use it! I hit the ball to the left of my father, and my father rushed to pick it up.

Ok, the ball is coming! I secretly sneered, and the strength of the milk to hit the ball to the right side of my father! Sure enough, my father didn't respond, I finally won! After an hour of duel, Dad still defeated me. I can't help but be discouraged. Dad saw me like this, laughed, stretched out his right hand and touched my head and said, "Fan Fan is playing very well! Come on! Dad believes that you will overtake me one day!" As usual, the spirit is full of vigour and the fighting spirit is high. Because, I have already defeated my father as my goal!

For me, badminton is a never-ending game. I must step up my practice and surpass Dad! Come on!

Sixth grade: Tang Yifan