Walk into the traditional composition game

It's raining outside the window, and I'm moping at the window. Alas, I can't go out to play again. How disappointing!

Just then, my mother came up to me and said, "Little chef hippo, let me show you a magic trick!" " "As soon as I heard the magic, I was full of energy and cried out for my mother to change quickly! I saw my mother take out a rope and wrap it around her finger many times. Then she asked, "Can you untie the rope in one second?" I shook my head. Mom smiled and said, "Keep your eyes open-"and clapped your hands. As soon as I pulled the rope, it was too late to talk, and then it was so fast that the rope disappeared from my fingers in the blink of an eye. I immediately became interested in playing with ropes. I hugged my mother tightly and asked her to teach me how to play with ropes.

Mom said, "I'll teach you a one-handed somersault-parachute flip." Then my mother showed it to me again. Wow, it's so simple! Just pull the rope twice! My mother began to explain the essentials of action. Before my mother finished, I couldn't wait to turn it over. Wow, that's really weird. The rope seems to have bullied me when I was a child. No matter how I turn, I can't turn right. I'm sweating with anxiety. Mother said patiently, "You can't eat hot tofu if you are impatient. Follow me step by step! " "My mother taught me to turn the rope hand in hand, and I settled down to learn to be meticulous. Not long after, I finally found the reason for my failure and pulled out a beautiful "parachute". I'm so happy, I can't wait to let people all over the world know.

"Let's play double flip!" "good!" We sat cross-legged on the warm big bed and crossed the rope happily. My mother wrapped the rope around my left and right hands and guided me over a "soil slope". Then, my mother held the intersection with her thumb and forefinger and turned it down, becoming a "big net". It's beautiful, just like a beautiful veil. Not to be outdone, I grabbed the cable and turned it up, turning out a "cotton bag". My mother doesn't want to fall behind. She dug up a "bird's nest" three times and two times ... We came and went, giving each other up, and a thin rope was ever-changing in our hands, like magic.

As time goes by, my heart is filled with the joy of success. I didn't expect playing with ropes to bring me such great happiness. Will play again in the future!