Badminton composition 1: When I walk with my mother every evening, I will see many people playing badminton. Badminton is like a snow-white bird in their hands, constantly flying freely in the air. So I begged my mother to buy me a badminton racket and a badminton.
When I got the badminton racket and badminton, I couldn't help playing badminton with my cousin. I threw the badminton high into the sky and hit it with a badminton racket. Badminton suddenly flew in the direction of my cousin. My cousin tried to catch the ball, but unexpectedly it fell empty. She picked up the badminton and complained, "Alas, this ball was too good for me to catch." Then she revived the Jianghu and suddenly played badminton. I hit it red-handed and gave it back to my cousin and me. As for me, I called my cousin again, and I was elated. Because it's so good when you play for the first time, the next practice must be fast. So, I said to my cousin, "Let's have another round!" My cousin echoed me: "Good!"
As soon as the voice fell, the second round began. My cousin pre-empted me and gave me a dead ball to serve. I came suddenly. I handed out the badminton and fell behind my cousin, but I said, "It's on the right, pick it up!" " "My cousin, looked around the badminton, didn't see its shadow, just know I cheated. At this time, my cousin came back angrily, picked up the badminton and hit it on my head when I was not paying attention, but my cousin laughed at me and I hit it back. Cousin, pay attention, this time hit back. I strike while the iron is hot, catch it and fight back. Finally, my cousin lost the fight and I won.
Although my skills are not the best, I believe I will improve.
Badminton composition 2: I played badminton with my aunt today. Nervous and interesting!
I'll throw it hard first, hoping my aunt can't resist it. To my surprise, my aunt bounced wildly and even bounced the ball back. It flips in the air, and it seems that more badminton will appear from time to time. It's really dazzling! I saw badminton flying over my head, brushing my hair and throwing it behind me.
Another round of competition has begun. As soon as ZSZSZSZ threw the ball, the racket of her right hand came out from behind, jumped forward and caught the badminton with the racket net. With a hard arm, she threw the flying "bird" into the blue sky. Badminton turned over and flew towards me. I dare not take it lightly any more. I picked up the racket and lifted it up. I leaned forward, and bang, the badminton flew back. ...
In this way, badminton flies between my aunt and me like a white bird. A few small wild flowers next to them fluttered in the wind, smiling at us, as if cheering for us, and even dancing aerobics!
"ah!" Badminton is about to pass me by. I will never miss the victory of this game. I will fight back bravely. "Hoo," I wiped my sweat and breathed a sigh of relief. "Fortunately, I responded in time and saved the game ..." I just looked up and saw my aunt give me a thumbs-up and said with a smile, "Not bad!" My aunt and I listened and laughed.
Today is really fun! Although I played badminton with a big sweat, this very intense and interesting badminton game made my mind look brand-new!
Badminton composition 3: Playing badminton is my favorite sport.
Today, my father and I came to the badminton court. The arena is in full swing, so many people come to exercise! Today, I practiced serving in doubles. First, dad made a demonstration action. He stood behind the service line, raised the feather of the ball with his left hand, and then tapped it gently. The ball went over the net and landed a little behind the service line. Dad said that this is the most commonly used service method, and the strength should be mastered well. The strength is small, but the thread should be buckled. If you are strong, you will give your opponent a chance to kill the ball.
It's my turn to take my place. I looked at the place where the ball was going to be sent, and with a wave of my right hand, the ball flew too high. I saw my father shake his head and say, "No, the ball is too high, and the opponent will kill you, so it will be difficult for you to catch it." I would rather get off the net than be too high. " After listening to my father's instructions, I lost my strength, but I didn't hit the serve line this time. It is broken, so it can't be used. Once, twice ... finally, I put the racket face flat, grasped the strength accurately, and served just right. I made it! It turns out that playing badminton requires not only strength but also skill.
Next, I want to learn to kill the ball. My father gave me a golf ball. I watched the ball carefully and then hit it back. As a result, I didn't push hard enough. I was easily killed by my father only after hitting the midfield. Dad said that the intensity of killing the ball must be great, and the wrist should be pressed down, otherwise the opponent will create a chance to fight back. The second time, I almost used up all my strength and the ball was out of bounds. It turned out that I stood in the midfield and pushed too hard, and the ball naturally went out of bounds. It turns out that killing the ball depends on position, not strength. After my father's repeated practice and correction, after a period of practice, my father said that I had made great progress.
Learning to play badminton, not only let me exercise, but also let me increase my knowledge, let me know that everything should be skillful and not rash. Only by mastering technology and practicing with heart can we take a step further from success and become a higher level!
Badminton composition 4: After lunch today, my sister said to me, "Let's play badminton." I nodded happily and said, "Well, best of three!"
My sister and I came to the yard with rackets. My sister stands on the left and I stand on the right. First of all, my sister served in the army. I saw my sister holding a badminton in her left hand. When she threw it into the sky, it flew into the sky, and then it fell slowly. My sister immediately blocked the badminton with a racket, and the badminton flew to me with a whoosh. I quickly raised my racket to block it, and the badminton flew to my sister like a Bai Niao. My sister stretched out her racket to catch the ball. Alas, I didn't catch it Naturally, I won the first game. My sister's eyes lit up and praised me and said, "Brother, are you very skilled?" I was very happy and said proudly, "I am an expert in badminton, and no one can beat me." To tell the truth, I've never played badminton. I just want to brag about myself and play down a peg or two to let others know that I'm good.
At the beginning of the second game, my sister hit the ball on my side. I missed it and the badminton fell to the ground. My sister won the second game. My sister asked in surprise, "What's wrong with you?" Suddenly remind of a famous saying: pride makes people lag behind, modesty makes people progress. I thought, "I must watch carefully how my sister plays." Later, I also lost the third game. Sister said, "Didn't you just say that your skills are the best in the world, and no one can beat you?" I am embarrassed to say, "I lied to you. In fact, I have never played badminton ... "
So I asked my sister to teach me. My sister teaches me to serve, and I study hard. Later, badminton became better and better.
I am very happy, because I have learned to play badminton, and I also know the truth that "pride makes people lag behind, modesty makes people progress".
Badminton composition 5: "Everything is difficult at the beginning". Only by defeating the first time can we persevere and master a skill: maybe playing table tennis; Maybe ride a bike; May be swimming; Or do morning exercises ... The most impressive first time is the happy story of learning to play badminton.
I was only in grade three at that time. I saw Dānlín, a famous badminton player, winning glory for our country on the court, and thought: I want to learn to play badminton, too, and become "the second in Dānlín".
On Saturday morning, I got up early, picked up a badminton racket, tugged at my father's skirt and said, "Teach me." Dad agreed happily, took me to the open space of the community, picked up the racket and said, "You must learn to serve before you can play badminton. See what I do. " In my earnest eyes, my father threw the ball up and the whole person jumped up and waved the racket. Bang, the ball flew towards me at lightning speed. I subconsciously picked up the racket and shook it. Alas, I missed and the ball fell to the ground.
Dad looked at me with a depressed face and shouted, "Pick up the ball quickly, it's your turn to serve." I thought: I have to serve hard so that my father can't catch it, so that I can pull back a ball. I followed suit, throwing the ball gently and hitting the racket. Hey, how did the ball land at my feet? When my second monk was puzzled, my father said cheerfully, "I hit the rubber part of the ball and you hit the feather part." Of course, the ball will not fly forward. " I see. I blushed and smiled shyly.
It was my father's turn to serve, only to see him pick it gently and the ball flew to my chest. I stepped back and gave a light blow. Haha, it's time to witness the miracle. I actually hit the ball back to my father. He struggled to save the ball, but still missed a step. I jumped three feet in joy and said loudly, "Haha, I learned to play badminton."
This experience of playing badminton has taught me a truth: everything is difficult at the beginning. As long as you beat the first time, you can get one step closer to success.