First time riding a bicycle

I remember that my first bike ride was 8 years old. It was just after the summer vacation, the weather was very hot, and my grandfather taught me to ride a bicycle under the shade of the trees.

At that time, I saw a bicycle. Didn't I think it was a car? No need to learn, I will be on. I spread the grandfather's hand and said that I could go up without him, and I carefully kicked the bicycle's bracket away. The hand was stepped on, and suddenly the foot stepped on the air, and even the person took the car and fell. Grandpa quickly came over and pulled me. He held the car and let me go up, and my feet went forward. I always thought that Grandpa was following me, and I boldly went forward. In the middle, I found out that Grandpa is enjoying the coolness under the shade of trees! A fear in my heart, "Plop" fell again!

I was discouraged now, I didn't want to learn any more, and pushed the car under the tree. Grandpa said: "Before everyone does something, they will experience failure. Only when they taste the pain of failure, can they yearn for the joy of success. Try harder and harder. If you give up now, you will never Will succeed!!" After listening to my grandfather's words, I came again with confidence. When I stepped on the bicycle, I tried my best to move forward. The car was not as "trick" as I was just now, but I worked hard with me. Looking up, a breeze blew, the leaves swayed, and seemed to be happy for my success!

Now think back to that matter, remembering the two unforgettable moments. Grandpa’s words seem to echo in his ears. "There is no difficulty in the world, I am afraid of having a heart," this sentence always motivates me to grow!

Fifth grade: Zhang Jiapei