When I was a child, I watched my parents wrap jiaozi, and my hands were itchy. I asked my parents to let me try it many times, but my parents always found some excuses to refuse my request for fear that my jiaozi would be exposed. When they refused me again, I went to the living room in frustration and accidentally found plasticine on the table. An idea of "being" appeared in my mind. I wrapped jiaozi in plasticine. I immediately wrapped a jiaozi and picked it up. I underestimated you, but there was too little stuffing. I will teach you later. "I was secretly happy after listening to it.
How time flies! I feel that every second passes so slowly. After a long time, my father finally finished his work and came to teach me how to pack jiaozi. "Roll the dough into skin first, then hold it in your left hand and dig the stuffing with a spoon in your right hand. Now wrap the stuffing in the skin, but pinch it carefully and it will look good. Oh, great! That's it. However, the jiaozi you wrapped is a little thin, so I wish I could wrap it a little fatter in the future. " Mom also came to see it and said, "It's the first time to pack jiaozi. It's delicious. Or I would rather be smart. " I jumped three feet after listening. "My package of jiaozi must be delicious. I need to pack more for my parents. " I packed one bag after another until my mother asked me to eat. I reluctantly put down my things and prepared for dinner. Father looked at my face and smiled. I don't know what happened. I went to the table to eat. My mother smiled from ear to ear and pointed at my face. I hurried to look in the mirror. There are noodles all over my face, and I almost became noodles. Ha ha laugh ...
In the future, I will often let my mother take the jiaozi, because I want to practice my skills well! Come to my house in the future, and I will pack jiaozi for you. My jiaozi is delicious!
With this experience, I know that people should learn more skills to make our life more colorful, and many interesting things will happen when learning skills.
Chapter 2: My Skills
Everyone has their own strengths or skills that they are proud of, and I am no exception. For example, painting and playing erhu, but I am most proud of playing erhu, which is the result of hard training at ordinary times.
I remember when I was a beginner, my teacher taught me to learn the basic sound of "1234567 1" first, and then I learned to lengthen the sound. After I practiced, the teacher taught me to play simple music. But I can't pull it well, and the sound is always intermittent. It's hard to hear the sound like a saw. I was so sad that I couldn't help crying and wanted to give up studying. At this time, my father encouraged me to say, "Never mind, son. Don't worry. What have you not learned? " Didn't you learn the text Mei Lanfang Learn Art? Mei Lanfang studied art when he was a child. The master said that his eyes were not bright and he was not cut out for singing, but this did not shake Mei Lanfang's determination to learn opera. After diligent study and practice, he finally became a world-famous Peking Opera master. Dad thinks you can succeed. Take your time. As long as you persist, you will succeed. "After listening to my father's words, my heart calmed down, I got up my courage again, and then I continued my career as an artist.
Through my efforts, I slowly learned to fast bow, jump bow, catch bow, dunk, throw bow and knead string. I don't know how many days and nights have passed, how many times I have been discouraged and how many times I have shed tears. I finally came over and won many titles such as "Excellent Little Performer". I'm not who I used to be. What flowed from my hand was wonderful music, and the teacher praised my music for its charm. I am very happy.
Of course, these are nothing, because my ideal is to be an erhu player and compete with top erhu players Seinfeld and Zhao Hanyang in the future! I believe that I will succeed as long as I keep working hard.
Chapter 3: My Skills
Everyone has good skills. My skill is playing the cucurbit silk.
At first, I saw those who played musical instruments on TV and felt envious, so I also wanted to learn a musical instrument. So, I asked my mother to learn musical instruments. My mother readily agreed and chose the project of playing cucurbit silk for me. I was happy at that time, but I was also a little nervous. Tuition is too expensive. What if you can't learn?
When I first went to see my teacher, he taught me to beat the beat. After several attempts, the teacher told my mother that I had a good sense of music and gave me a brand-new cucurbit silk. When I got home, I was so happy that I quickly took out the gourd silk and tried to blow it. But no matter how I play it, it's all one note. Now, I have found the answer: that's because I haven't used enough gas.
In the first class, the teacher taught me to practice the most basic standing posture. I stood for a long time, and then I felt very sleepy. That's because you have to stand up straight and your legs can't bend. And the arm should be raised, but it should droop a little, and the hand should be responsible for holding the gourd silk. Keep your eyes on the front and your head slightly upward.
Once I mastered the most basic things, the teacher began to teach me the fingering of each note. I thought my teacher would teach me some simple songs immediately after teaching these, but I didn't expect my teacher to keep asking me to practice these notes. At that time, I felt particularly annoyed and bored, but I kept practicing for a while.
Then the teacher taught me to play songs. After a long time of hard work, I have learned many beautiful songs now. The teacher also praised me for learning fast and well, and I was very pleased!
Ah! Hulusi is really good. I must practice hard.
Chapter 4: My Skills
As I grew older, I learned many skills, such as riding a bike, cooking, swimming and playing the electronic organ. But the best skill is painting. When I was a child, whenever I saw vivid illustrations in books, I wanted to draw them, but I couldn't draw them.
Finally, one summer vacation, my mother invited a cartoon teacher to my tutor to paint. That day, the teacher took out a pencil drawing paper and a paper with a little girl printed on it and taught me to draw. The teacher asked me to draw a circle first, so I drew a slightly crooked circle, and then slowly changed it into a complete circle. Then, I successfully finished drawing the little girl's hair, eyes and clothes. The teacher looked at it and said, "Good drawing, you can tick the line." I listened to the teacher proudly and continued to draw proudly. I picked up the brush and crossed the line carefully. When I was crocheting, my hand shook and I hooked it wrong. Ah! I was anxious and scared, so I let out a cry. The teacher looked at it and said, "Nothing, you can change it into other ornaments!" " "Oh, it suddenly dawned on me. I picked up a pen and carefully added a leaf on both sides of the headdress. The teacher looked at it and boasted, "Very good! ".I'm flattered. I began to draw after I checked it, but God seemed to have a hard time with me, and I actually painted my skirt red. It should be orange. I thought, what can I do? I quickly picked up the eraser, trying to erase the red, but it still didn't clean up. After thinking about it, I finally changed it to purple. When I finished the last stroke, I held up the painting and appreciated it carefully. I found it still beautiful. It's time to draw the background. I can't think of anything to draw. This has always been my weakness, and this time is no exception. My mother gave me an idea: "Draw a river? "In the painter there? Draw a square? " All right! I use yellow and orange squares as the background. I handed the picture to the teacher, who read it and boasted, "What a good picture!" " "My heart is full of sweetness.
From this incident, I understand that if you are willing to use your brain and stick to it, even if it is not smooth, it can become a good thing. Is this what people often say "turning decay into magic"?
Chapter 5: My Skills
My skill is not great, but its share in my heart is heavier than Mount Tai, and my money will not change. My skill is to write good words. ...
In the first few semesters of primary school, my handwriting was very sloppy and was often criticized by teachers. At that time, I was a playful child, no matter whether my handwriting was good or not. I just want to finish it early and play with my friends. This habit almost lasted until the second grade. When I first became interested in calligraphy, it was not because I thought it was fun to write good handwriting. My grandfather's handwriting is very good. When you are free, go to grandpa's house and practice writing on an old newspaper. After a long period of practice, I really wrote a picture, which was praised by adults. When I was in fifth grade, there was an assignment exhibition at school. At that time, I went to see the exhibition on behalf of my class, which was great good news for me who had been unknown at that time. In the third grade, the school held a school hard pen calligraphy competition. I am very happy to win the first prize in that competition and publish it in the school newspaper. My work was published in the newspaper for the first time, and my excitement was beyond words. Good things cannot happen again and again. I took part in a calligraphy competition in my sophomore year, but I couldn't find my name in many award-winning places-first prize, second prize, third prize and excellent prize. After getting the news, my mood plummeted and fell to a low point. I never dreamed that it would have such a big blow to my calligraphy. I was really depressed for a while, but not now. I know my direction and what to do. It is my direction to continue to work hard and refuel. Falling in love with calligraphy is one of my happiest things. It is right to continue to pursue happiness without worldly interference. I know I should have higher expectations, put down my utilitarian heart as much as possible and pursue more art and soul.
This is my proudest skill. Although it hurts me all over, my love for calligraphy is a lifelong thing. I firmly believe that its advantages outweigh its disadvantages. When people and books are old, I will feel that I have not chosen the wrong "friend"-calligraphy today.