Play badminton diary 300 words 1
It's weekend again. After dinner, my father and I went to play badminton in front of the comprehensive office building. Dad said playing badminton can exercise and relax.
Because my father seldom plays badminton with me, I am particularly excited. When I arrived at the comprehensive office building, I picked up the badminton racket, threw it into the sky and hit my father. When my father saw badminton flying high, he gave me a good beating. With a whoosh, the badminton flew over and I caught the ball again. We've played seven or eight rounds. When we played the ninth round back and forth, I was caught off guard by my father's lob because I was too focused on Yu Xiao.
Summing up the last experience and lessons, I decided to let my father serve first. My father seems to know what I am thinking. He hit a particularly high ball first, but fortunately I hit it, but my father then hit a low and slow ball, and I had to save it quickly. My father then killed a long ball, and I didn't have time to turn around and be fooled by my father again.
Dad is really "know yourself and know yourself, fight every battle"!
Then, we played several rounds until we were all sweaty, warm, comfortable and happy.
Playing badminton diary 300 words 2
I got up early today and woke up to see my mother still sleeping. I thought, "Mom, a big slacker, agreed to play badminton with me. Why are you still sleeping?" I threw myself into my mother's bed and shook my mother hard: "Mom, you said you would play badminton with me, get up, get up." Finally, my mother got up under my toss.
Look at the way I play Ruan. I gave my mother a fly ball as soon as I came up, but my mother easily gave me a counterattack. Not convinced, throw the ball up and wave the racket, huh? Where is the ball? "collapse!" Badminton hit me right on the head. My mother smiled and said, "I didn't learn to walk. I want to run." Oh, look down on me. Look at me. I hit the ball as soon as I finished, one ball, two balls. "Dong" didn't catch it again, and my mother proudly said, "You can't beat me! When I got angry, I hit the ball again. Bang. I didn't lose points. It was my mother who lost points. I just took advantage of her complacency and took advantage of it. ......
Playing badminton diary 300 words 3
Today, in Wan Li, my mother and I went to the community to play badminton.
The community is colorful, full of flowers and trees, and the air is really fresh. My mother and I saw beautiful scenery, so we chose a place to play badminton. My mother received the food as soon as I served it. My mother is really amazing! I saw the ball flying towards me and I rushed over. When my mother didn't receive it, I put on a winning expression and said happily, "Hehe, I won." I am very happy. At this moment, a brown pug came along, and the pug was behind me. I feel horrible. I said to my mother, "Mom, I'll change seats with you. I'm afraid of that pug. " Mother said, "Good!" White badminton is flying in the air. My heart flies with it. Although I am sweating like a pig, I feel happy and relaxed.
I finally learned to play badminton. I understand that you should do everything with your heart. Only in this way can I succeed.
Playing badminton diary 300 words 4
My favorite sport is playing badminton.
I pestered my mother to go downstairs to play badminton as soon as I got up in the morning.
I serve first. When the badminton fell from the air, I hit it hard with my racket and only heard a bang. Badminton rushed there like an arrow leaving the string. Mother didn't pay attention, and the ball fell to the ground with a bang. I jumped for joy. At this time, it was my mother's turn to serve, and badminton flew towards me. I caught the ball with quick eyes and hands. We played several rounds in a row.
The ball keeps changing its position in the air, sometimes high, sometimes low, sometimes left and sometimes right. I also keep running with the ball, sometimes jumping, sometimes squatting, sometimes running left, sometimes running right. My wrist keeps changing. I'm busy.
I really had a good time today. Although I was so tired and sweaty and flushed, I was still very happy. Playing ball brings me health and happiness.
Playing badminton diary 300 words 5
After school at noon, I go home for dinner. I had a rest and played badminton with my mother.
I learned to play badminton only a few days ago, and my skills are more beginners than beginners. It's called big badminton, but it's actually learning.
Here we go. I serve first. I held the ball in my left hand, threw it up gently, and with a wave of my right hand, the ball was sent out at once. I saw the row in my mother's hand move gently, and the ball flew to me with a bang. I hurried to pick it up and missed it. What happened? Didn't I just play like my mother? Why can't you answer? I'm not convinced. I let my mother serve me, but I still didn't serve her well. This is repeated many times, and the result is similar to the first two games. Either I missed the ball or I flew. Few people catch my mother's ball. It's a good catch. At this time, my aunt came over. She played as well as her mother and much better than me. Seeing that I was a little depressed, my mother comforted me that they were not very good at first and would practice more.
Playing badminton this time made me further understand the significance of grinding an iron pestle into a needle as long as I work hard, and also made me understand that I must work hard to do things.
Playing badminton diary 300 words 6
Spring is here, and everything is green. Knowing that spring is the season of diseases, Xiao Ming and Ding Ding decided to use exercise to drive away diseases.
On this day, they finished their homework early and went to the tree-lined turtle lake park to play badminton with their mother. In the park, they played in full swing. Badminton is like a wounded bird, flying from one racket to another alone. Ding Ding was furious and called Xiao Ming. Xiaoming jumped up quickly to catch badminton. Tintin smiled when he saw this scene. The little tree beside him had a good talk with Xiangzi: "This little boy without stripes is playing so high! I don't think another child can get it. " But as soon as the voice fell, a tree immediately retorted, "No matter how high it is, it will fall down ..." (Comment: the dialogue between Xiaoshu and the pavilion adds interest to the article! ) A big willow tree stood by without saying a word, just like an educated gentleman. Just when Xiao Ming was about to lose the game, Xiao Ming had a plan. While he was waiting for the ball to fall, he hit the ball hard, and the injured bird "pounced, pounced" on Tintin's head. Tintin couldn't stand it and was defeated. The mother who helped them with their clothes smiled happily at Xiao Ming who turned the table. Next, he played several games in a row, and Ding Ding repeatedly lost and fought. In the last game, Ding Ding played a clever trick, but Xiao Ming caught him.
It was dark and they followed their mother home.
Playing badminton diary 300 words 7
Every morning during the summer vacation (except when it rains), I can always see my father and I playing badminton on the playground in the community.
I remember the first time I went, I woke my father up early at dawn and asked him to play badminton with me. This is an agreement between me and my father! Because I need exercise and my father needs to lose weight. Because it's still early, there are still few people on the playground, which just allows us to show our talents. Dad served first and hit the badminton on my side. I hit the badminton to my father's left, but my father missed it. Dad served another heavy ball. I caught it and hit it on my dad's side. He hit the ball at me again. After about ten rounds, he suddenly hit me hard and I missed. Alas, dad is also cruel enough! After several rounds, I found my hands a little sore. I didn't want to go the next morning. Dad said firmly, "No, we must insist."
As the days passed, my level began to improve. Far and near can be controlled.
I remember once, I served a golf ball and my father "returned" a golf ball to me. I hurried back, caught the ball and hit him hard. I thought he couldn't catch it, but it returned the ball to me. This lasted several rounds and I served a light ball. Dad finally missed and let me win back.
Dad and I usually need about 30 minutes to get home. After these days of exercise, I found that the muscles of my arm became strong. "Life lies in exercise." I will insist, insist.