In our ordinary daily life, it is inevitable for everyone to come into contact with or use compositions. Compositions can be divided into time-limited compositions and non-time-limited compositions according to different writing time limits. How to write an essay to avoid making mistakes? The following is an attempted sixth-grade composition that I compiled for you. You are welcome to learn from it and refer to it. I hope it will be helpful to you. Sixth grade essay on attempts 1

In life, there are many attempts, some of which are brave, dangerous, and interesting. As Beverly Sears of the United States said: "If you fail, you may be disappointed; but if you don't try, you are doomed to fail."

That day, I made a brave move attempt. My brother and I came to the amusement park and we played for a while. I saw someone flying down from a nearby mountain (flying on a hang glider, there is a pulley on the hang glider. There is a steel rope extending from the mountain to the play circle, and the hang glider slid down on the rope) and I I stood on the ground and watched for a while, and one of them was actually smoking on the hang glider. That was awesome. Such an exciting project! Without thinking, I dragged my brother up the mountain to go hang gliding.

It doesn’t look very high from below, but once you go up. Oh, my gad! It’s so high! I immediately discussed with my brother: "Let's not play like this. There are so many people queuing up. Let's go down the mountain." But my brother refused to go down, no matter what. What a stubborn person. He said: "At the beginning, you said you were going up. I just accompanied you up. Why do you want to go down now? If you want to go down the mountain, go on your own." Alas, now, I can only bite the bullet and go to the mountain. Terrible, terrifying hang glider.

The staff helped me fix all the ropes, and my whole body flew sideways into the air. I grabbed the handle in front tightly and looked down. It was so high! At this time, my brother called me. I thought I didn’t need to slide anymore, but then my brother said, “Don’t be afraid, I will buy insurance for you.” I gave a bitter smile. I thought what if the rope breaks on the way? Don’t think about it anymore, come on, I hope you wish me good luck! As soon as I finished thinking about it, I slid down. Ah - I kept shouting from beginning to end. Finally, on the ground, it was finally safe. My brother arrived after a while.

Although I was scared to death, I also gained a lot of courage. That was a brave attempt. An attempted sixth-grade composition 2

That was an unforgettable attempt for me, and it was also a brave attempt.

During the summer vacation, in order to exercise my courage and make me more confident, my mother secretly signed me up for a speaking and hosting program. My mother kept it secret from me because she knew I would definitely not go. A few days before the day was approaching, my mother quietly told me. With the encouragement of my mother and father, I had no choice but to accept it. The night before hosting, I finally memorized my lines.

The speech began, and when it was my turn to take the stage, "plop, plop, plop" my heart felt like I was carrying fifteen buckets, up and down. I walked up to the stage with heavy steps and kept cheering myself up, saying, "Come on! He Xitong, you can definitely do it." But things are never as easy as I imagined. There were nearly 200 people in the audience, and more than 200 pairs of eyes were staring at me. For a moment, my mind went blank, and I forgot all the lines I had memorized. I looked at my mother in the audience for help. She was looking at me with a smile and expectant eyes, as if to say: "Believe in yourself, you can do it!" Suddenly, the lines my mother once memorized with me, And the scene of my father encouraging me came to my mind.

I finally mustered up the courage and started speaking the lines I had already memorized. My voice was still very small at first, and it seemed to be trembling. When I finished speaking the first paragraph, there was warm applause from the audience. These applauses made me become more confident. Slowly, I became more confident when I spoke. The voice got louder and louder, and finally I spoke eloquently. The applause from the audience was even warmer than before. Listening to the applause, I felt full of pride. This speech gave me a good experience. I would like to thank the audience in the audience for the opportunity to exercise, and I would also like to thank my dear mother.

This is my first time to give a speech on stage, and it is also a brave attempt.

Attempted Grade 6 Composition 3

The Spring Festival is coming soon. Everywhere is filled with joy and lanterns. People are busy preparing New Year’s goods. Of course, our family is no exception. In addition to going to crowded supermarkets to buy New Year’s goods, There is one more important thing - making rice crackers.

On the night of New Year’s Eve, my parents took me back to my grandma’s house in Shibu. After the New Year's Eve dinner, grandma took out the fried glutinous rice flour and put it on the table. Then she went to do the most important step of making rice cakes - boiling syrup. First, put the white sugar and a small amount of water into the pot. I saw grandma's hand turning like an electric fan. (It must be fast, otherwise the sugar will burn to the bottom.) After the syrup is boiled, put the syrup in After a while, the battle of beating the rice cakes started after it cooled down.

Grandma poured the syrup into the fried glutinous rice flour and stirred evenly. Mom put the stirred glutinous rice flour into the rice cake mold. The mold had various shapes, including a lifelike big rooster. , the majestic lion, the vivid carp... I flattened and flattened the rice balls in the mold, and then handed the mold to my mother. Watching my mother knock out exquisite animals one by one, I couldn't help but pick up the mold and start knocking too. Since it was my first time doing this, the animals I knocked out were either headless roosters, lions with broken legs, or fish without tails. Everyone says I am the king of the disabled animal kingdom. Then grandma put the rice cakes we beat into the pot to steam. Minutes later, the rice cakes were freshly baked.

Eating the rice cakes made by myself, they are soft, fragrant and sweet. Although they have broken hands and feet, I think they are the most delicious food in the world, because it was a happy experiment for me. Attempted sixth grade composition 4

Today is Saturday, and as usual, I went to the "Mind Olympiad". In class, Teacher Shi said to us: "Today we will do a small experiment." Yeah! I love doing experiments the most!

Experimental equipment: a piece of potato chip, an A4 paper and a napkin; Experimental requirements: Pack it however you want, as long as the potato chip does not break when tested; Experimental time: 8 minutes . "Timer starts!" After Teacher Shi issued the "order", we started working quickly.

Unfortunately, I failed the first time. However, you can still try it once! What a blessing among misfortunes! I learned my lesson from the last time and worked hard to overcome the difficulties - before I even started testing, the potato chips "clicked" while being packaged. Suddenly, I thought: We all wrap the napkins around the potato chips, and then wrap them outside in A4 paper. Can we change the order?

So, I first pinched the A4 paper randomly, and then wrapped it in A4 paper. Open the paper, put the potato chips in, and close the paper. Finally wrap the napkin around the A4 paper. Why? Because I read in a book: If you crumple something fragile like paper, it will bear more pressure. This is very important scientific knowledge!

I went to the test with confidence. I saw Teacher Shi taping the thread to the door, and a 50-gram weight tied to the other end of the thread! This is much heavier than the previous failure! It's my turn! My heart was in my throat, as if I was undergoing an extremely important test. Only a "bang" sound was heard, and the weight hit the potato chips hard. I quickly opened it and took a look, yeah! Not broken! There is an indescribable joy in my heart.

Through this incident, I understood: No matter how difficult it is, you should give it a try. Don’t shrink back if you fail, maybe if you change your perspective, the problem will be solved! An attempted sixth-grade composition 5

Boldness may not be a thing to others, but to me, it is really a great thing!

I have to start from my grandpa’s birthday. It was my grandpa’s birthday that day, and many guests came to my house. Especially the toys brought by the children opened my eyes: those who rode bicycles, those who played on computers, those who wandered around on skates...

Look Looking at my envious eyes, grandma stroked my head heartbrokenly and murmured: "It would be great if my family were richer, so that my granddaughter wouldn't suffer so much!" I quickly said: "Grandma, I don't like to play. These.

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The next morning, I was surprised to find that there were bicycles and skates at home! I thought: Did my wish come true under the stars last night? Only afterward did I know that it was my grandmother’s waste. I bought them from other people’s homes for a lot of money! I seemed to see my grandma’s embarrassed look, and I couldn’t help but burst into tears!

Looking at these hard-won shoes and cars, I thought: I am so lucky! I can’t let my grandma’s heart go to waste! Just do it, I’d better learn to skate on my own! At first, I walked slowly while holding on to the wall. Soon, I started holding on to the pole, and gradually I dared to let go. It’s not that difficult! If you keep going like this, I will soon learn to ride a bicycle!

With the joy of success, I quietly launched the bicycle! But I’m not afraid! I must learn to surprise grandma and the others. I am brave enough. It is not as easy as learning to skate on skates. I don’t know how many times I fell, and my body is scarred. But I will not give up! I finally learned!

This bold attempt will be unforgettable for me, because I understand that as long as I work hard, I can succeed!

The first time I try to believe that everyone has experienced it, but has anyone experienced it when trying to shoot a documentary for the first time?

Not long ago, I experienced a shooting experience that was very unforgettable.

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"No, no, it's too fake. It can be in various ways, such as pointing on the book! Communicate with the classmates next to you!" In the quiet and quiet playground of the small school, a polite and elegant man wearing glasses The director said. It turned out that the filming of the "Bathing in Books, Lighting Up the Campus" documentary was happening on the playground. Alas! It failed again, so everyone had to stand back and wait. It was May, but the sun still radiated its heat without reservation, making us sweat profusely. The scorching sunshine was like a flame, not letting go of every corner, making me unable to open my eyes. I thought in my heart: No! For. Effective, for the sake of myself and the class, I must persevere!

"Start!" The director gave the order, and everyone started walking. I held the book in both hands, twisted the pages with my fingers, and pretended to read attentively. Looking like this, I really look like a little actor! Now I have gradually integrated into this performance. The insects regarded my yellow clothes as their target, and I ignored them; my classmates wanted to smile at me, but I ignored them. ; My friends were chatting and laughing, but I ignored them... I only had one thought in my mind: to complete the shooting as soon as possible. At first glance, the students were strolling leisurely, but if you step forward a little closer, you will find that there is a faint glow on the foreheads of the students.

Successful? After being surprised, I felt extremely excited. At the same time, I also understood: people only saw the beauty of the flowers, but did not pay attention to the hardships he put in and the blood rain he experienced. Just like actors, everyone only sees the actors' glamorous appearance, but they don't know the process they go through. Often an action has to be performed dozens or even hundreds of times.

Life is always full of attempts, and it is inevitable for everyone to try new things, and slowly grow up with experience and become more confident! Sixth grade essay on trying 7 < /p>

Everyone will have attempts in life, but my attempts are different. I try to cook for myself. Although it is not very successful, I think it is also very interesting.

I was playing on the computer and heard the phone call. I ran over immediately and heard my father’s voice. My father said, “I won’t come for dinner tonight.” Before I could say anything, my father had already hung up the computer. .

I looked at the time and it was already past five o'clock. It was time to eat. But when I walked into the kitchen, I found that there was nothing, the snacks were gone, and my pocket money was used up: "What should I do? Is it going to happen tonight?" Do you want to make "starving eggs"?

I opened the refrigerator and found some eggs, so I wanted to try making some poached eggs myself.

When I got to the kitchen, I took out a bowl and cracked the eggshells. Then I poured the eggs into the bowl and started stirring. I heated the pot, poured the oil and heard a "bang bang" sound. , I was panicking. I put the eggs down covertly, and immediately heard a "crackling" sound. I didn't dare to get close to the pot anymore, because I was burned by oil when I was a child, and it was so big.

I carefully picked up the spatula and flipped the eggs in the pot a few times. There was another "crackling" sound. This time it was like an explosion, and the oil kept "jumping" out of me. He was pounding with fear.

I thought it was almost done, so I turned off the gas stove, "released" the eggs and put them on the plate. I poured some soy sauce and hurriedly made a bowl of rice and started eating. Two eggs and one egg. A bowl of rice is my dinner at night. I picked up an egg and took a bite, "Why does it feel like an eggshell?" Sure enough, there were some tiny eggshells inside the egg, so I just had to make do with it.

Although this dinner is not very delicious, I made it myself. It was also a bold attempt for me to overcome my fear of oil. Attempted sixth grade composition 8

There is a person in our class who likes to curse people very much, and that is the famous Xiao Ming. He can curse people as soon as he opens his mouth, and he curses very fiercely. No one is his opponent. He can be said to be the "invincible curser in the world". It is said that he feels uncomfortable if he doesn't curse others for a day, so he makes trouble every day. Teachers and classmates get headaches whenever they mention him. He usually paints when he is quiet, and he is really good at painting, whatever he paints looks like. But usually his paintings are not allowed to be seen by others, because almost all of his paintings are abusive. Therefore, Xiao Ming has almost no friends in the class, and everyone does not play with him.

It wasn’t until I went to make up lessons with Xiao Ming that I discovered that his father and mother almost ignored him, always letting him ride a bicycle alone, no matter it was sunny or rainy. My mother said, "How can his mother be so relieved to let him ride a bicycle alone? I would definitely not be relieved if I did." I felt very uncomfortable after hearing this. I felt that his parents didn't care about him too much. Later, I learned that his mother had given him another little sister and was very busy and had no time to take care of him. I was thinking in my heart, his mother must always take care of his sister and neglect Xiao Ming, so Xiao Ming likes to curse so much!

I tried to get in touch with Xiao Ming and make friends, hoping that he would be happy and get rid of his bad habit of swearing. I saw Xiao Ming painting, so I went over to chat with him, help him with ideas, and took the opportunity to persuade him not to curse. He said that because he was often scolded when he was in kindergarten, he now responds in kind and will never be bullied again. As he said this, he became excited and began to curse. No matter how much I tried to persuade him, it was of no use, so I had to walk away in despair.

Alas, this was really a failed attempt. Not only did it fail, but it only got worse. It seems that to get rid of his bad habits, we have to find another way! Attempted Grade 6 Composition 9

That day I walked to the street and saw those blind people who couldn’t figure out the way and bumped around. I couldn’t help but feel extremely funny. Hehe, why do blind people go on the street? It's just like a clown performing "acrobatics". My mother can figure out my thoughts every time: "Don't laugh, blind people can't see, and walking is very difficult..." My good mother, how can this be difficult? At worst, I will imitate them and be a "blind person".

I told my mother my idea, and she nodded in agreement. I covered my eyes with a scarf, and everything was dark in front of me. Why not just walk a few steps while blindfolded? I strode forward without any worries in my heart. "It's so dangerous, it's so dangerous!" I suddenly felt that I had stepped on something and rushed forward suddenly. My mind was like "fifteen buckets to fetch water - up and down." I haven't come to my senses yet. I wonder who pushed me on purpose or intentionally? I almost fell. At this time, I was a little scared and hurriedly shouted: "Mom, Mom." I waved my hands in a hurry, but couldn't catch my mother's arm. I felt like there was a bottomless cliff around me, and I was like that lonely bird. The helpless bird awaits rescue.

I took a small step forward, and then stretched out my hands around fearfully. How I longed to touch a wall or a pillar. Feeling helpless and overwhelmed came to my heart. I regret that I should not have looked down upon the blind. Thinking about my current situation, I realize how lucky I am to have eyes that can see the colorful world. I moved slowly, but in my heart I had sincere admiration for the blind people. They walked skillfully on the street. How much hardship did they have to go through?

I tore off my scarf, cried and ran to my mother, hugging her tightly: "Mom, I will never look down on blind people again. This is my most meaningful attempt!" Mom was pleased. laughed.

Sixth grade essay on trying 10

When many people encounter something that they are not sure about, they almost always avoid it and do not dare to try new things. Without exception, I often encounter setbacks, and I choose to escape them every time. I still remember that when I was in the fifth grade, I stood gloriously on the podium of the exam, holding the extremely precious and shining exam certificate in my hand. Try composition - 400 words composition for sixth grade (5) I feel happier than eating honey.

All of this was achieved through hard training three months ago, with my own hard work and sweat. I still clearly remember that it was the time when I applied for my exam name. I have a natural fear of exams, and the examiner of the exam is an American, so I was reluctant to participate. However, with the strong persuasion of my parents, I was forced to participate. After entering the classroom, I realized that my previous worries were unnecessary.

The classroom with bright and clean windows, the kind and amiable teachers, the innocent children's shoes, and the textbooks with the aroma of ink, everything is so attractive.

I felt less nervous and gained confidence and interest in learning. After three months of training, I already know the key points of the exam. The hard work paid off, and in the end, I passed the Level 5 oral exam.

At that moment, there seemed to be a hint of sweetness in my heart, and the cool wind blew by. Through this experience, I understand that to be honest, trying is not scary, what is scary is your fear of trying. We cannot block the throat we want to sing because of our poor voice, give up acquired learning because of innate shortcomings, or give up every opportunity to try because we are afraid of setbacks. Tried Grade 6 Composition 11

Whenever I see other people riding bicycles to and from school, I am very envious (only recently). Since I don’t have a bicycle at home, I have to go to my friends to learn.

At the beginning, my friend gave me a demonstration. He rode the bicycle easily and rode around for a while. Just do it. I know that riding a bicycle is never easy, but I am not someone who will run away from the battle. I imitate my friend and use my right foot to pedal first, then use my left foot to connect the left pedal to ride, and basically there will be no problem. But the problem lies in connecting the left foot to the left pedal. Every time I tried to connect my left foot with my left foot, the car would shake. My instinctive reaction made my left foot catch me, which made me dumbfounded. I analyzed it and thought that I should press the pedal as hard as I could, regardless of whether the car would fall over or not. I start again

. "I will push hard this time and I will definitely succeed!" I thought confidently. Unexpectedly, things didn't go as planned, so I put my left foot on my body. I didn't lose heart, and I came again! I was preparing for this time, but I didn't expect it to be worse this time. The moment I put my left foot on the pedal, the bicycle fell to the ground with a crash. I still didn't lose heart and tried again! I didn't succeed. Just like last time, I ate a bit of mud. This scared me, and now my hands are bleeding a little. If it continues like this, it will be terrible. At this time, I realized that it was getting late, and I had no idea about learning to ride a bicycle.

After experiencing this incident, I understand: Although hard work and perseverance are very important when doing anything, you cannot blindly work hard. After experiencing setbacks, you must analyze why this is the case. You cannot blindly work hard, otherwise You won't succeed. Sixth grade essay on trying 12

There are too many unknown things in the world waiting for us to explore and try. Even if there are twists and turns, no matter how big the difficulty is, you must have the courage to solve it.

On Sunday, my classmates and I went out to play. When we were tired, we went to Xiao Ming’s house as a guest. His porcelain vases and various fragile works of art are really dazzling! While I was admiring it, I touched it everywhere, as if I didn't need any money if it broke.

An unexpected thing happened. Just when I got up to look for Xiao Ming’s huge room, my foot accidentally touched the gold-rimmed “bowl” with diamonds. "Boom!" A crisp sound reached everyone's ears. Xiao Ming ran over and asked me what was going on. I hurriedly hid the broken bowl and said to her: "Well, it's okay. ...I...I accidentally dropped the cup just now, but I picked it up again. It's not...it's not broken." "Oh, then be careful." Xiao Ming didn't notice anything unusual. I hurriedly taped it up with tape and went home pretending that nothing was wrong.

One day, two days...three days...I felt uneasy, and Xiao Ming's parents didn't come to the door. "What should I do? Do I want to confess?" "No! People will scold me to death!" "But this is wrong!" I was struggling in my heart. Dad said that you should be honest and honest and don't lie. It’s okay to make mistakes, but try to face them and admit them!

It seemed that a strong courage was injected into my heart, prompting me to try to admit my mistakes. I walked into Xiao Ming's house again, picked up the bowl, and walked towards Xiao Ming's mother. "Auntie, I came to your house as a guest three days ago and accidentally broke your bowl. Because I didn't tell you in time, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." After I finished speaking in one breath, it seemed as if the mountain in my chest moved away. . My apology was forgiven and there was no punishment.

Sometimes, the scary thing is not the punishment, but that your mistakes are not forgiven. When you make a mistake again and again, you need the courage to try to correct it and admit the mistake. Attempted sixth grade composition 13

In the long river of my memory, there are many things, like beautiful pebbles, but there is one that is the roundest and smoothest. It was a successful attempt that I still remember vividly.

I clearly remember that it was noon on a Sunday, and the round sun was scorching the earth like a big fireball. Grandpa and grandma went out to have a wedding banquet, and I was alone at home watching TV. After a while, my stomach started to growl and sang "Empty City Strategy" and I started to feel hungry. I happily walked into the kitchen, looked here and there, and found that there was no food, so I decided to try cooking by myself.

First, I plan to make a pickled cucumber. I took out the cucumber, cut it into two sections with a kitchen knife, and then patted it hard with the kitchen knife. I just patted it a few times and found that the cucumber was still intact. So I used all my strength and patted it down. Finally, the hard work paid off and the cucumber was smashed into pieces. Then I added seasonings to it. A natural delicious dish, just make it three times five times divided by two. It’s done.

Then I plan to make a fried egg. I poured the oil into the pot and turned on the natural gas stove. After a while, the oil in the pot began to boil, like a group of naughty children playing and playing. Immediately afterwards, I put the eggs into the pot. As soon as I put them in, the pot exploded with "crackling". It was really "one wave after another". I was so frightened that I hurriedly put the lid on the pot, then turned off the fire. When I opened it, I found that the eggs were burnt. Alas, forget about it! This was my first attempt at cooking, and it was considered a success. I looked out the window. The trees swayed and danced, and the birds also played a happy symphony for me. I was so happy!

This attempt made me understand the truth that "nothing is difficult in the world, only those who are willing to do so"! It took me a step towards success in life and always inspires me to keep trying new things! Attempted sixth grade composition 14

On Sunday, my father and mother and I went to Dongtai Forest Park to play.

When we arrived at the park, we bought tickets first. As soon as we entered, we saw the beautiful scenery of the big forest. There were towering trees everywhere, and there was a plank road with no end in sight.

We walked along the road and came to a small wooden bridge. There was a sign on the bridge that read: Guess how many years it takes for these trees to grow to form this area. What about the woods? There is an answer 100 meters ahead! So I couldn't wait to rush over and find out. After a while, I rushed to a distance of 100 meters, and a sign erected on the roadside said the answer: 500 years.

Then, we went to the children's playground. As soon as we played, we forgot the time. Half an hour passed in the blink of an eye. Mom said: "It's 12 o'clock, let's go have dinner?" When we arrived at the cafeteria, we found that there were so many people, because there was only one restaurant in the entire forest park, and all tourists could only eat here. Everyone's meal can be described as a rush. In less than 10 seconds, I saw that a pot of white rice was finished. But I found that eating like this is so fun, haha!

After lunch, we took a long walk to the Adventure Park. Just by hearing the name, you can tell how complicated it is. This is much more difficult than the indoor amusement center projects I have played before.

I first climbed to a tower about four meters high, walked over a section of steel wire, and then came to the most difficult rolling wooden bridge. Every time I stepped on it, the wood under my feet was spinning, and the chain in my hand was spinning even more. It was shaking non-stop, and my heart was in my throat. If you step over it, you know how difficult it is. I really don’t dare to move forward. Finally, with the constant encouragement of my parents, I finally overcame my inner fear and successfully stepped on 11 pieces of wood and entered the next level. After I completed all the projects, I counted and I completed the challenge of 12 projects in total.

My parents both praised me for being very good, but they wouldn’t dare to complete it if it were them. Today’s weekend is really fun. My parents and I walked in the afterglow of the sunset and walked on the forest trails. The air was fresh and I was in a happy mood. Forest Park is really a good place. Attempted sixth grade composition 15

The bright moonlight shines on the earth, and the bright stars fill the entire sky, adding a bit of excitement to the silent night, and the sky is no longer desolate.

With a brisk pace, I put on my swimsuit and planned to go to the swimming pool downstairs of the hotel to play for a while. "Hey, how about we have a swimming competition?" Yueyue suggested. Everyone agreed and got ready to start the race, but I stayed still because I couldn't swim.

"Dad! Teach me how to swim!" I "climbed" ashore and said to my father on the chair, and my father readily agreed. My father took me into the water and asked me to practice "holding my breath". This is my strength. In the school's physical education standards, my vital capacity always exceeded the best! So my first item was completed quickly. Dad gave me a demonstration. He only did it once and then said, "Practice by yourself. Go back to bed early. I'll leave first." What! He is really my biological father! At this time, my heart was close to collapse. Okay then, I will practice by myself, no one is afraid of whom! Holding my breath, I lowered my head, closed my hands, and opened them again. My hands were touching the water, and my feet were kicking the water. In this disharmonious movement, I seemed to have found a skill, and gradually I swam much faster.

The moonlight covered the earth with a thin layer of silk, and the stars stuck to the dark blue canvas. There seemed to be nothing special, but the moon and stars became brighter. "Yueyue, I want to compete too!" Although I know I'm not proficient enough, I need more practice to become proficient. I started the "exclusive swimming method": hold my breath, let my body float, and started to move the water quickly... At some point, my mother was standing next to the swimming pool, still holding her mobile phone in her hand, recording a video for me, saying that she wanted to Send it to your brother to show off. My brother is over 20 years old and he still can’t swim, so he’s absolutely useless.

After returning to the room, my mother asked my father to watch the video of me swimming. My father also said:

"I am not a good teacher!"

Oh! Dad, did you teach me? Why didn't I know?

Through this incident, I understand: As long as you do what you want to do with your heart, you will definitely achieve something!