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In study, work and even life, everyone often comes into contact with writing, which can improve our language organization ability. Then the question is coming, how to write an excellent composition? The following is the composition I collected for you. Please read it. I hope you can enjoy it.

My life is like a string of small shells. Each shell contains a story, and one of them contains a story that I will never forget.

I remember it was a hot summer vacation, and I was at home blowing air conditioning and doing my homework. Suddenly the power went out, and the room suddenly became sultry. My mother asked me to take a walk in the shade downstairs. As soon as I went downstairs, I heard "three, two, one start" not far away. With curiosity, I went to search for fame. It turned out that several children were riding bicycles in a competition. I rushed to watch it, which was quite fun. I wish it would be windy when I ride my bike on such a hot day. It must be cool. Although my father has bought me a bicycle for some time, I learned it once and fell down, so I didn't want to learn it. Today, I secretly made up my mind to learn it by watching those children my age riding on bicycles.

when I got home, I asked my father to find out my bike and teach me to learn. My father said to me while wiping the dust on the car, "Son, can you learn today?" "Yes, I will compete with them when I learn." I swear. I found a spacious place and my father accompanied me to practice. I rode on the bike, and my father held it behind me. One lap, two laps, three laps … I rode faster and faster, and I felt that I could ride it. When I looked back, my father was sweating and his clothes were soaked, but he still held the car tightly and trotted with me. I felt a little sad in my heart and said, "Dad, go and have a rest. I'll practice by myself." Dad said, "Then you should slow down and stop crying like last time." "I won't," I said.

I started practicing by myself, but I felt like I was talking big just after I got on it. Why didn't the car listen to me? The handlebar wriggled like a naughty little snake. Look at the foot, it didn't work. The wheel seemed to be against me, too. After a while, I fell to the ground with a thud, and there was a burst of pain between my fingers. It turned out that my hand had broken my skin.

I cried with a whoop, and my father rushed over and said, "It hurts, son, I'll blow it for you." I said aggrieved, "Dad, I don't want to learn. It's too difficult." Dad looked at me and said seriously, "son, you have to persist, as long as you persist, you will see success beckoning to you;" As long as you persist, you can climb the ladder of success; As long as you persist, you will have a bright future. Only those who dare to persist can succeed. Dad believes that you can! " After listening to my father's words, I seemed to gain courage and stood up and said, "OK, come again." Dad said while lifting the car, "First of all, you should straighten the handlebar, then look straight ahead with your eyes, and then pedal hard under your feet." According to what my father said, I went up slowly first and then did it step by step. Sure enough, the handlebars didn't move and the wheels turned, as if I was getting lighter and lighter. "I can ride a bike at last!" I can't help shouting, "son, you are great!" " Dad gave me a thumbs-up sign.

This incident has been affecting me all the time, telling me to persist in everything, as long as I persist a little more, I will succeed! Label: composition without distractions