Whether in study, work or life, it is inevitable for everyone to come into contact with or use compositions. Compositions must focus on the theme and make in-depth explanations around the same theme. Avoid rambling and distracting from the theme. Not even a theme. So how to write a good composition? The following is a composition on learning to ride a bicycle that I carefully compiled for reference only. Let’s take a look. Learning to Ride a Bicycle Essay 1 One day, when I was playing in front of my house, I suddenly saw a group of older brothers riding bicycles very fast on the road. I was very envious and asked my father to learn to ride a bicycle. My father took me to a primary school playground and said to me: "Son, look at my demonstration." I saw my father stepped on the left pedal with his left foot, kicked his right foot back a few times, and then stepped on it again with his right foot. When I got on the right pedal, the car started to move. My father circled around the rider and rode in front of me. I was dumbfounded. My father smiled at me and said, "Son, you should give it a try too." I followed suit. Dad's movements made him ride... "Oops, it hurts." I fell off the bicycle. Dad saw me and quickly helped me up. "Son, are you okay?" Dad asked anxiously, and I said: "It's too difficult to learn how to ride a bicycle. I won't learn it anymore." I was about to run towards home when I heard my father say: "Nothing is difficult in the world, but how can a dedicated person give up when encountering difficulties? Come on, let's do it again." "After listening to my father's words, I picked up the bicycle again and started training over and over again... Finally, I learned to ride the bicycle. My learning to ride the bicycle made me understand a truth: Nothing is difficult in the world, as long as there are people who are willing. It means don’t give up on anything halfway, success lies in persistence. Since then, I have been riding a bicycle to exercise whenever I have free time. The cool breeze blows on my face, walking through the streets and alleys, passing by the mountains and countryside, and admiring the charming scenery of nature. It is so pleasant! Cycling is such a rewarding and fun thing to do and I got hooked on it. Learning to Ride a Bicycle Essay 2 Today, our neighbor’s child learned to ride a bicycle. He rode to the door of our house, and I was watering the jewel flowers upstairs. I saw him riding a bicycle and immediately ran down the stairs to stop him and asked him to teach me how to ride a bicycle. He agreed. It just so happens that my mother doesn't go to work. I practice on my mother's bicycle. He took me to practice riding on a concrete field. He said: "First put one foot on the footboard and step half a circle. I stepped on it half a circle and half a circle again. When I felt a little good at it, I put the other foot on it. Unexpectedly, as soon as the foot left the ground, the person fell It fell. I stood up, dusted off the dust, and looked at my mother's bicycle. I thought it didn't matter, so I picked up the bicycle and started riding again. It was much better last time. I wanted to step on it again. At this time, I thought that if I didn't succeed this time, I would not learn. I stepped on it again and again for a long time. Ah, I can ride. I felt proud. However, I fell again. I wanted to ride again, but I saw that my mother’s bicycle was already in disarray. I thought, as long as I don't break the bike, it doesn't matter if it breaks. Yes, I will continue riding. Later, I finally learned to ride a bicycle. However, I felt a little sad when I saw that my mother’s bicycle was covered with bruises. Learning to Ride a Bicycle Essay 3 In the years when I was growing up, there were many things, and everything was like countless little stars, and these little stars were shining in my mind. Bright, this brought back endless memories. On a sunny weekend morning, my father took me downstairs to learn to ride a two-wheeled bicycle. At first, I repeatedly asked my father not to let go, or I would fall! , agreed. So I began to ride with confidence. I suddenly felt a lot lighter and faster. My curiosity drove me to look back and found that my father had already relaxed. Hands, standing in the distance. I panicked and couldn't control the direction. I had no idea. I even fell to the ground with the car. My hands and knees were all scratched. It hurt so much that I sat on the ground and cried. My mother saw it from upstairs and hurriedly ran down to help me apply medicine, bandage, and comfort me. But my father said to me sternly: "Life can't always be smooth sailing. This little thing will defeat you in the future." What will you do when you grow up? Do you still need your mother to help you? "I jumped up immediately after hearing this and murmured to myself: "Whoever is afraid of whom, what can I do if I ride! "I sat on the bicycle again, holding the handle tightly, and rode a long way in anger. Seeing me learn to ride a bicycle, my father's seriousness disappeared, replaced by a smile on his face. Only then did I understand that my parents It turns out that they love me the same, but the way of expression is different. Father's love is invisible, and mother's love is affectionate. I am moved and grow under the great and ordinary care of my parents. A few days ago, my father bought me a red bicycle. This bicycle can be folded and has very small tires. My father said that it would be easier for me to learn to ride a bicycle and not fall down easily. I learned to ride a bicycle in a small square. When I first started riding, I was very scared, just because I was afraid of falling. But I was riding crookedly, and I didn’t know how to use the brakes when I should. The bike just fell to one side, like a drunkard. Same. The next day, I continued to learn to ride a bicycle. Dad still supported me, and I still leaned a little to the left and a little to the right. The problem was that I couldn't find my balance when I was drinking every day. , “You must use the brake first and then touch the ground with your feet, otherwise your legs will be easily injured.

It’s okay, take your time, find the balance, you can do it!” On the third day, I found that if I rode slowly, the bike would tend to tilt, but if I rode faster, it would be less likely to fall over. I asked my dad to let go of his hand, and the result was The car moved forward for a while without falling. Later, I let go of my courage and learned to ride a bicycle very fast! During this long winter vacation, some people learned to plant flowers and play the piano. Painting, housework, various specialties, and I learned to ride a bicycle. Reason for riding a bicycle: I saw other people riding bicycles very fast and fun, and I also wanted to learn to ride a bicycle, so I learned it first. I must have a bicycle. Before I went to the playground, I used the training wheels on both sides to ride. I practiced every day, and then a terrible thing happened. One of the training wheels on both sides of the tire fell off, and I was knocked down. I fell onto my back and stood up on my own. Then I rode a three-wheeled bicycle. It was a pity that I almost learned it. It was late. It was time for me to go home and eat. I can ride a two-wheeled bicycle! Yesterday I was able to ride a three-wheeled bicycle. Today I challenged myself to ride a two-wheeled bicycle. After I removed the auxiliary tires, I fell down while riding. My hands bled from the fall, but I continued to practice. My mother helped me ride a circle. Mom, when I wasn't paying attention, I suddenly let go. I felt something was missing behind me. I looked back and saw that my mother actually let go. I finally learned how to ride a bicycle. Today I am very happy and can reconcile. My friend is competing on a bicycle. "Boom", you must be wondering what the sound is like! Now you should know what it sounds like! , this is the footsteps of my "guard". Now you must want to know what happened next! I will tell you now. With the help of my mother, I was as bold as walking. I got on the bicycle and tried to stretch my legs, but the bicycle tilted and did not "cooperate" with me at all. I fearfully let my legs land. Ah, it was really dangerous. I I said to myself. Then, a thought flashed in my mind: I won’t ride anymore. But my mother was opposed to this thought: Don’t be discouraged, failure is the mother of success! It's holding your clothes behind! If you don't work hard, get rid of it, huh! My mother got more and more angry, so I had to let her ride. Be honest on the bike and ride it up again, ha! The bike obeyed and rushed forward. I was very proud, but disaster struck again, and I hit the wall. Needless to say, another face appeared in front of me. I knew it was my mother's face. I had no choice but to stand up obediently, but the blood was flowing mercilessly. I had no choice but to continue practicing and riding. When an old man came towards me, I suddenly panicked and was in a hurry. Fortunately, we are not on the same line. I practiced and practiced, and finally got it. I will learn more skills in the future. I still remember that when I was in middle school, my father was downstairs. I was taught to ride a bicycle in a small park. My father first asked me to sit on it. I was very scared and worried that I would fall off. He encouraged me and said, "Don't be afraid, I will help you." I remembered that when I was a child, I fell countless times and was never afraid. Now I have my father to protect me. What are you afraid of! So, I bravely sat on it. Dad shouted happily: "That's great! That's great!" I stepped on the two pedals and rode forward slowly, with my father helping me from behind. Later, I was able to ride alone for a certain distance. My father said happily from behind: "You are awesome. I really want to give you a big hug." Once when I was riding, I almost fell down, but luckily Dad, with his quick eyes and quick hands, helped me hold the bicycle. I really want to thank him! Later, I rode faster and faster, almost as fast as a scooter. My mood was sweeter than drinking honey. One time, when I was playing with my friends, we were competing to see who could ride faster. In the competition, he accidentally fell. I quickly asked: "Does it hurt if you fall?" "It doesn't hurt." ” he replied. A stone fell from my heart. While learning to ride a bicycle, I understood the truth that you must have the courage to challenge anything and not be afraid of difficulties, only then can you move forward and do better! After that, I also learned to play badminton, basketball, etc. Thanks to learning to ride a bicycle, I learned to be strong and brave, to play basketball without fear of being hit, and to skate without fear of slipping! Don't be afraid of difficulties in anything you do. Learning to Ride a Bicycle Essay 8: Today my mother and I went riding bicycles in the yard, and I was very happy. When I got to the yard, I started riding a bicycle, but as soon as I got on the bicycle, I fell heavily to the ground and was covered in dust. At this time, my mother came over and said, "It's okay. Men are not afraid of anything. Stand up quickly and believe in yourself." After saying that, I stood up strongly and put my feet on the bicycle again. This time it was better than the last time. The fall was even harder, so hard that my bones were broken. At this time, my mother said to me: "Don't be discouraged, persistence is victory." After that, I stood up strongly and quickly jumped on the bicycle. Although I went up, I couldn't control the direction. "Bang", I hit a pillar again. This time it was much more painful than the previous fall. It felt like a fracture. It hurt so much that I couldn't say a word. At this time, my mother said: "Man, how can this difficulty stump you? Good boy, stand up quickly, because failure is the mother of success." After some encouragement from my mother, I rode the bicycle hard and tried my best. Controlling direction. I'm so happy that I didn't fall this time.

In this way, I rode round and round, and finally learned to ride a self-study bike. Since that day, I ride a bicycle for a while every day after school. It feels so good to ride a bike! Not only did I learn to ride a bicycle, I also understood a truth: I must overcome difficulties and setbacks and work hard to achieve my goals. Learning to Ride a Bicycle Essay 9 Looking at the silhouette of a bicycle flashing past my eyes, I couldn't help but think of the scene when I was learning to ride a bicycle. That was when I was in elementary school. I saw my mother riding a bicycle to and from get off work every day. I was very envious and thought to myself: It would be great if I could ride a bicycle. One weekend, when my mother was not at home and her bicycle was placed under the eaves, I came up with the idea of ??learning to ride a bicycle. Seeing that there was no one around, I pushed out my mother's bicycle. My mother's bicycle was so heavy that it was difficult for me to control its direction. I was afraid that I might fall accidentally. I held on to the front of the car and carefully Pushing it forward, I finally pushed the car to the open space outside, and now I can ride on it. But a new problem came before me. I was too short. After I finally sat on it, my feet couldn't even reach the footrest, so I couldn't ride at all. Suddenly, I had a good idea. I got off the seat and passed one leg under the frame so that my feet could step on the pedals. So my whole body straightened up, my feet stood directly on the pedals, and I started to pedal the wheels. Watching the car slide forward, I felt very happy. Even though I almost fell down several times, it did not dissuade me from learning to ride a bicycle, but I became more determined to learn to ride a bicycle. After an afternoon of hard work, I was finally able to ride a bicycle for a short distance. Although it was still far from my goal, I was confident that I would eventually achieve it. Learning to Ride a Bicycle Essay 10 The sun was shining brightly today, and my father said, "How about we go downstairs and ride a bicycle." My father asked me to sit on the seat of the bicycle first, holding the handlebars tightly with my hands and my feet on the pedals. At first I thought riding a bicycle was not that difficult, but when I got on it, the bicycle swayed all over the place, as if I couldn't control the balance and was about to fall. I was so scared that my palms were sweating, and my legs were so scared that they became weak. , my father saw my fear and hurriedly comforted me and said: "Don't be afraid, I will protect you from behind." My father helped me hold the bicycle behind me, my father said to look forward, and he took me in the yard like this. After two turns, I kept riding forward without realizing it. In fact, my father had let go of the bicycle, and I had been riding the bicycle. I accidentally turned my head and saw that my father was not behind me. I became frightened and grasped the situation. I lost my balance and fell to the ground. My dad quickly ran over and helped me and the bike up. Next, I followed the method my dad taught me before and mustered up the courage to try again. I succeeded, I succeeded. I learned to ride a bicycle, and I looked at my father and laughed happily. In the process of learning to ride a bicycle, although you are very scared, you must overcome your fear and face the difficulties bravely, and you will definitely succeed. Learning to Ride a Bicycle Essay 11 I learned to ride a bicycle during the summer vacation last year. It was quite new to me at first, and I learned it in just two days. But once I learn it, I realize it’s not that simple. At first, my mother asked me to learn to push a stroller. Stand on the left side of the car, hold the handlebars with both hands and walk around. If the car is tipping inward, you turn out; if the car is tipping outward, you turn in. After practicing like this for two days, my mother asked me to learn to skate again. I learned it under the scorching sun every day. I was so tired that sweat ran down my cheeks. Despite this, I persisted in learning. Despite hard work, there was no success. One time, while I was practicing, the bike suddenly tipped to the left. I fell over and the bike pressed tightly against me. I have had this experience in the future. Later, my father said: "Stop practicing and just pedal!" At that time, I thought, had all the hard work I experienced been in vain? But let’s not talk about it, after two days of practice, I really know how to do it! After I learn how to ride, I will practice riding. I rode into the grass the first time, and I was able to ride smoothly on the road the second time. After more than half a week, I learned to brake, miss the car, and turn. Finally, I finally learned to ride a bicycle. After the summer vacation, I rode my bicycle from the west end to the east end again. From now on, I would ride on the playground for a while every Sunday, treating it as a kind of fun and play. Although the process of learning to ride a bicycle is hard and tiring, it is really fun after learning! Learning to Ride a Bicycle Essay 12 As soon as the summer vacation came, my mother gave me a bicycle as a gift for my good grades last semester. She also wanted me to take advantage of the summer vacation to learn another skill. I often practice cycling recently, but I just don’t dare to let my mother let go, even if she only holds the corners of my sleeves. The weather is very nice today. After my mother and I came back from the table tennis class, my mother was on the phone and had no time to practice driving with me. I was very anxious. I just wanted to try it myself, but I followed the method my mother taught me before and put my legs directly on it. I was so nervous! I pushed my left foot, but when I turned the handlebar, I heard a "plop" sound, ouch! I fell down, but luckily I just broke the car. But I can't just give up, otherwise I will never learn. I must overcome my fear. I believe: persistence is victory. So, I picked up the bike and started again. This time I learned the lesson from the last failure, held the handlebars firmly, pushed hard with my left foot, and the bike moved forward smoothly.

ah! I succeeded! I succeeded! Learning to Ride a Bicycle Essay 13 I felt that when I grew up, I wanted to learn to ride a bicycle. I thought about it and told my mother about this decision. Unexpectedly, my mother agreed and told me that if I learn to ride a bicycle, I can still ride a bicycle. Buy me one. During the summer vacation, my father took me on his bicycle to a flat, wide and empty playground to practice. Dad told me that if I want to learn how to ride a bicycle, I must first learn to glide, so I put both hands on the handlebars, put my left foot on the pedal, and pushed my right foot hard on the ground. The bicycle began to glide forward. After a while, I Then I learned to glide, so my father asked me to start riding on it and hold him from behind. This was much more difficult than learning to glide. When my father let go, I was so scared that I couldn't control my balance and fell down several times. So, My dad told me a trick: if you feel your bike is about to fall over, use your feet to support the ground. I tried this, and it turned out to be a good idea. I became more confident. Then before I knew it, I could ride the bike away. At this time, my father came over and told me: "Son, you have already learned it, but there is still a lot to learn about cycling. You must practice more often!" I happily agreed to my father, and then happily went to my mother to receive the reward. . Through the process of learning to ride a bicycle, I learned that no matter what you do, you can learn it as long as you are not afraid of hardship and persevere. Learning to Ride a Bicycle Essay 14 Difficulties, as the name suggests, trap you and embarrass you. For the weak, it is a stumbling block, causing you to stagnate; for the strong, it is a stepping stone, allowing you to see higher. , see further. Learning to ride a bicycle was one of the difficulties I encountered. When I was 7 years old, my father bought me a bicycle. When I saw the bicycle, I asked my father: "What is this." My father replied: "This is a bicycle. You ride on it and pedal. "It will move forward." I said, "Really? Let me give it a try." I couldn't wait to ride it, but I fell off the car and cried, "I don't want to ride it." "Bicycle." Dad said angrily: "Why do you flinch when you encounter difficulties? You will fall off the car, so you have to learn." From that day on, I learned to ride a bicycle every day. , every time my father pushed me from behind and helped me, but every time he let go, I fell down. After several days of this, I still haven't learned it. Sometimes I thought about giving up. But when I think of what the teacher said: "Nothing is difficult in the world, as long as there are people who are willing." Whenever I think of this sentence, I am full of confidence. Later, one time, my father let go without me knowing. I didn’t know, but kept pedaling. By the time I found out, I had already learned to ride a bicycle without knowing it. Under such circumstances, I learned to ride a bicycle. Classmates, don’t bow your head in the face of difficulties, let difficulties become our stepping stones, let yourself become the strong man in life, stand higher and see farther! Learning to Ride a Bicycle Essay 15 I am really happy today. Why? Because I finally learned to ride a bicycle today.

When my mother came home from get off work, my brother and I pushed my mother’s bicycle to an open space. My mother said that the first time you learn to ride a bicycle, it will always be a bit crooked. If you can overcome the crookedness, you will be close to learning to ride a bicycle. Then I listened carefully to my mother's explanation of the essentials of riding a bicycle. After listening carefully, we were eager to try. The first time I made the bike crooked, I accidentally fell down, and my leg bleeded. Although it really hurt when I fell, I still didn't cry; the second time I didn't crooked, but I didn't. Master the essentials of turning. There was a big rock in front of me. Since I couldn’t turn, I hit the big rock directly. I tried a third time. This time I didn’t swerve and learned to turn. This means that I learned to ride a bicycle. . In the end, I rode the bicycle steadily, without shaking my body or the bike, looking proud of myself. I always encounter various difficulties when learning to ride a bicycle for the first time, but I am not afraid of difficulties and work hard to overcome them. So I eventually learned to ride a bike. I am very happy, not only because I learned to ride a bicycle, but I also learned not to be afraid when encountering difficulties, but to work hard to overcome them, and in the end I will win.