This summer vacation, in order to make me taller and thinner (I weigh 80 kilograms), my parents dragged me to Bailong Wuwen School to practice martial arts for two months. When I arrived at Bailong Wuwen School, I quickly ran to the dormitory and felt creepy. My bed became a lounge for mosquitoes and the ceiling became a special place for spiders. Cockroaches don't even let go under the bed, which has become their habitat. But my mother was merciless, took a bath for me and left me alone.

After a while, I fell asleep. At about 5 am, I was awakened by an "earth-shattering" whistle. After waking up, I started the 2500-mile "miniature Long March". After getting dressed, let's meet downstairs. After the rally, we started the "Long March". After the Long March, I was out of breath and panting. But the coach ignored it, and then we started three hours of "devil training".

When you start "devil training", you should first do basic movements, such as pressing down and lifting your legs. After these basic movements are completed, there will be a "devil training trilogy"-leapfrog, lateral hand bending and actual combat. Ok, the "devil training trilogy" begins! At this time, we all squatted down, put our hands on our waist, jumped 1, jumped twice ... We all had a backache, which really hurt! When we complain. Suddenly, the coach's eyes shifted to other places, and we frogs rushed forward like hungry tigers at once. When the coach's eyes swept like lights, we jumped from a hungry tiger to a whining frog. After the frog jumped, we saw our hands sticking out and our legs sticking up. At the coach's command, we all turned over. My legs were straight and my hands were propped up, so we passed. Next, turn it over again. This time I turned it even harder, and my cousin turned it over. Where are the others? Everyone fell black and blue, and we couldn't help laughing, almost out of breath.

Then the real battle. It's a pity that the husband I met is my good friend and equal to me. The battle has begun, and my husband and I are gearing up. Suddenly, my husband rushed at me, as if to swallow me in one gulp, but he was stirred by my sensitive flash. Bang, he fell to the ground, covered in mud. Helpless, Dave had to go up and change. Then the coach sent a man named Gang to fight with me. I didn't expect this action named Gang to be very agile. He even swept my three serial high-whipping legs. I squatted down, but my arm was kicked hard, and I suddenly became Qing Wu. I endured the pain and gave him a low whip leg. After being kicked in the calf, his body wobbled and he was about to fall. I stood up and slapped his leg twice with all my strength, and he fell down at once. At this time, I almost didn't go up and give him a beating! (hey? Who said I was violent! In the next few rounds, I was invincible, and even worshipped several powerful opponents and got the top five.

Alas, this "martial arts training" really makes me happy and sad!