1, saw the green skipping rope being thrown up and down by grandma. The soles of her feet are like two springs, jumping up and down, and jumping up and down quickly, as light as a clever deer. Grandma jumps faster and faster, but she keeps changing patterns, jumping with her legs, jumping forward and jumping backward.
At this time, the rope seems to listen to me more, and my hands and feet have become good friends. The rope flashed on my head and feet, flying up and down like a colorful ring. I jump faster and faster, the rope swings forward and makes a whirring sound, and my toes rattle on the ground, just like a band playing music. I am like a bee dancing in a figure of eight, and I am like a swallow flying fast.
After class, the students go to the playground, pick up the skipping rope, jump things, jump hard, go up and down, and swing from side to side.
Like honey from flowers.
On both sides of the playground, several groups of students are dancing hard. The students who shook the rope "buzzed" the rope, but the students who jumped rope didn't step on it at all, just like a lively little magpie.
Guo Lingling is jumping briskly. She jumps on one leg, jumps on both legs and runs. The bow on her head looks like a pair of beautiful butterflies dancing in a hundred flowers. It's really beautiful.