今天，我跟爸爸来了一场比手劲大赛。比赛开始啦!我歪着嘴，瞪着眼，脸红得像一只熟透的’苹果。爸爸更不示弱，脸涨得像关公， 想一举击败我。我使出吃奶的劲儿， 想以排山倒海之势，压倒爸爸。爸爸拼命地抵抗，我们俩处于相持阶段。我咬紧牙关，趁爸爸不注意的时候，狠狠地把手压过去，爸爸一惊，可是已来不及了，我的老爹输了。这可是我第一次战胜他啊!我不禁跳了起来。
Today, I had a competition with dad. The game is on! I squint, stare, blush like a ripe apple. My father is even less weak. He looks like Guan Gong and wants to beat me at one stroke. I tried my best to overwhelm my father. Dad fought hard. We were at a stalemate. I clenched my teeth and pressed my hand hard when my father didn’t pay attention. My father was shocked, but it was too late. My father lost. This is the first time I beat him! I can’t help jumping up.