Compete with my mother for a composition.

/kloc-When I was 0/9 years old, I was fascinated by Taekwondo. My mother sent me to a training class in the youth activity center. Taekwondo practice has extremely strict training procedures, both the initial password requirements and the practice of action shaping have made me suffer a lot.

According to the course he designed, the coach requires a lot of training in each class. As a result, I failed again and again, and one high-energy action came at me. I was spoiled for the first time and learned what "hardship" is. One of the difficult "kick board" movements requires the formation of legs and feet. Kick a piece of wood with the same eyebrow height in half, and the action should be formed at one time, clean and neat. This is really difficult for me, who is slightly fat. I came to the training room early this day, and the coach took out a pile of books-sized boards from the corner for me to practice. God, that's so much. How long will it take? I practice patiently. Just after kicking the first board, the coach shouted: "Hands should be placed, legs should not be bent!" " What's going on here? I have said this many times, but I just can't change it! "This action is really difficult. I have done it several times in a row, but it is still not good. I sat on the floor and stared blankly at the practice board. Alas, it is really difficult to turn "fascinated interest" into real success! Beat a retreat? No, I'm a man. How can I back down? With this in mind, I stand up, cheer up and practice. I jumped up to warm up first, and with my "ha" roar, the board broke. I kicked the board to pieces, which greatly increased my confidence and made me practice harder. Gradually, I played better every time. After a few days, I can do a perfect "kicking board" action.

Because I trained hard and my grades improved rapidly, the coach asked me to take part in the filming of "Celebrating June 1st" in the activity center. Because the court was unfamiliar, I accidentally sprained my foot while kicking the board. Wow, it really hurts. After seeing my injured foot, the coach looked at me with a pair of bright eyes full of concern and expectation. I gritted my teeth and said, "Shoot, nothing!" "Although it hurts every time I kick my injured foot, I just squeeze out a smiling face when facing the camera. As soon as the performance was over, the coach was so excited that he picked me up at once and the applause in the hall thundered.

Now, as long as I see the training photos in white uniforms, I still can't restrain my inner joy. At this time, I will also think of a poem by Bing Xin: "A successful flower, people only envy its present glory, but its initial bud is soaked with sweat of struggle and full of blood and rain of sacrifice." Ah, this kind of success won by struggle is my unforgettable memory in the golden autumn!

Fight with mom 2 "Hey, where's my pen?" As I rummaged through my pencil case, I said, "It's strange that my pen was there yesterday, but today it has wings and flies? Impossible, definitely. "

My pen is orange, short and very beautiful. I polish it almost every day. However, just after I bought it, my mother said, "Don't use it for homework, it's too thick, and the written words are not good-looking. Don't use it." But I have to listen, because I just bought it and use it every day. It is also used to write homework, and it is also used to write other things. Almost anything related to "writing" will be there.

Later, my mother found out and resolutely let me "put an end" to "associate" with it. "I see, my mother must have hidden my pen for me. Well, I must find my pen. " I'm thinking in my head that I'm going to look for it when my mother goes to work tonight.

Mom finally went to work. I jumped three feet and started my treasure hunt.

I decided to cast a net to search. The first stop is to find the storage cabinet in the living room, which is the easiest place for mom to hide things. As soon as I opened the locker, there was nothing but needle and thread, and there was not even a shadow of a pen. I had to open the stationery cupboard in the second cupboard. I swear, if there is no one here, I will doubt life. However, there is still no hope, and I feel that hope is gradually failing.

Disappointed, I came to the second stop to study.

There is a bookshelf in the study. I can't find it again and again. Just when I was about to give up, I happened to see my pen Yes, it's not an illusion, that's it. Twist yourself again, it hurts! I didn't dream, but it was hidden on the top of the bookcase. Hi! I am ecstatic.

A few days later, when I was writing my homework, I suddenly heard a voice in the study: "Hey, where is my pen?"