My excellent composition on the stage 1 In most people's minds, the stage is radiant and radiant. In fact, life is full of stages, not so dazzling and not so eye-catching. The sky is the stage for birds, and birds freely show themselves in the sky; The river is the stage for fish, and fish express themselves leisurely in the river; The earth is the stage of flowers, and flowers bloom gracefully on the earth; Mountain is the stage for big trees, and big trees thrive on the mountain; The examination room is the stage for students, and students play their best in the examination room.
As long as you find out carefully, life is full of stages. The examination room is my stage. The stage is a form of self-expression. If students want to show the most wonderful scene on this stage, they must "read thousands of books and take Wan Li Road". There is only one month before the final exam today. Some people are in Taishan An Ruo, some people are confused, some people are idle, and some people are broken. I am slowly reviewing with my teacher. The examination room is our stage. If you want to have a wonderful performance on this stage, you need to know that it needs to study hard, and you need to know that it needs to study hard. Therefore, starting from today, we should wake up the sleeping cells in our minds and guide the confused thoughts in our hearts.
Flowers can bloom again when they fade, and birds can come again when they fly away. However, time has passed and you can't go back. As a student, if you want to win applause and get everyone's approval in the examination room, you must follow the teacher's footsteps, cherish your time and practice hard. Don't wait until the performance fails to regret it.
In the early morning, a ray of sunshine spilled into the windowsill, the alarm clock had already acted, and the sound outside was unreasonable. That's not to disturb your sleep, but to remind you to fulfill your dream. Fight, youth is not an excuse for madness; Struggle, youth is not the reason for decadence; Struggle, youth is not a sign of failure; Fight, the stage is right beside you, as long as you are willing to work hard.
My Stage Excellent Composition 2 This week, I embarked on a new stage-the stage of the math topic contest. Although I didn't shine on this stage, the topic went smoothly in all aspects. However, I seized the opportunity.
The thing is this: Yan Hegao was originally chosen by our class to take part in the competition, but she had to get an injection for a cold on Friday afternoon, so she had no choice but to choose another person from the class. On Wednesday, we made a choice. I entered the selection by mistake, but my opponents are all excellent players. I think the possibility of being chosen is slim. Unexpectedly, when it was my turn to vote, a group of people stood in front of me, obviously with more votes than others. Sure enough, that body double is me.
When I learned that the final exam was coming this Friday, I was nervous and scared, and I didn't know whether to cry or laugh. At this time, I felt the pressure. It is impossible to prepare ten questions completely in such a short time. I can only try my best, but my heart is still beating fast, listening to my shortness of breath, I doubt myself.
The topic contest arrived as scheduled. With the arrival of each class and the preparation of the contestants, the first classmate came on stage. Although she can't see her fear from her expression, her interaction with her classmates and her voice are trembling slightly. I know that I am not the only one who is nervous. Whoever can calm down at this moment will win. The previous four students have their own strengths in interaction, thinking and variation.
It's my turn Every introduction and every movement I just said on the stage is so unnatural and stuttering. However, from the eyes of my classmates who have confidence in me, I believe that every link of mine will get to the point. The first is thinking. The two methods have two different ways of thinking. I said all my thoughts and looked at the students in the audience with fear. Forgot the time and ignored the teacher's eyes. I am immersed in the world of speaking, neither supercilious nor coy. When I finished speaking, my heart calmed down a lot, as if I had unloaded a burden. But when I got back to my seat, my face was hot and red, probably because I was too nervous.
Everyone has his own stage, and we should try our best to express ourselves. There are still many such stages, waiting for me to bloom my wonderful.
I want to fly to the sky, shoulder to shoulder with the sun, and the world is waiting for me to change. The dream I want to dream is never afraid of being seen by others, but I can realize it here ... "The song reverberates in my ears for a long time, lingering in my heart.
Life is like a colorful stage, and you are the protagonist. Deducing the bloom of vitality and youth, no one can replace it. Some people are radiant, while others are shivering under the stage; Some people are encouraged by flowers and applause, while others are always so silent and even forgotten. This, for no reason, is just a performance!
In fact, everyone is the darling of God. From the moment we landed, it was destined that you would have your own color, a unique color. Why not show it, but bury it? ...
I still remember that I just entered the school gate of junior high school, and everything was full of freshness. I have long heard that all the children here are excellent, so I am afraid. By learning about the class teacher in the brochure, I quickly found the teacher. Immediately, I hesitated. Should I say hello to the teacher? On second thought, once you are a teacher, you are afraid of a rope in ten years. The teacher will take us for three years, so what's to be afraid of! I plucked up my courage, spoke boldly to the teacher and raised a confident smile. The teacher didn't feel infected by me, so he asked, "Were you the monitor in primary school?" I definitely nodded: "Well! I have been a monitor for six years ... "The teacher added," Seeing that you are so confident and have the courage to be a monitor, I am still worried about how to decide the monitor of our class. Hehe. " I also smiled a little embarrassed, and my hanging heart gradually calmed down with the ringing laughter. Later, I also became the monitor of the class and became the "big sister" of my classmates. It may be so trivial, but it is a small step for me to overcome myself and dare to express myself.
Because wintersweet blooms in the cold winter, we see its pride clanking; Because the lotus blooms in the mud, we see that it is clean and spotless. Expressing yourself is not vanity or affectation; It's just a way to constantly motivate myself to make progress, a way for me. In the vast society, only dare to express, be good at expressing, can we succeed.
The stage of youth is the world we show, showing our vigor and masculinity. My stage is up to me!
When I was 4 years old, my mother sent me to my grandmother's house for work reasons and didn't pick me up until I went to kindergarten. Because I was young and ignorant, I learned everything from adults and unconsciously learned the old Weifang dialect. My mother sent me to kindergarten and listened to the children speak Mandarin, but I was the only one who spoke authentic wei county dialect, which often made the children laugh. In order to make me speak standard Mandarin, my mother enrolled me in a reading interest class. Since then, reading has formed an indissoluble bond with me.
At first, I just entered the recitation class. I am shy and hesitate to answer questions. I want my teacher to praise me, but I am afraid of being criticized by my teacher because I speak. As time went on, I began to have courage and let go of my thoughts. Every time I answer a question, I am always the first to raise my hand, and Mandarin is becoming more and more standard.
I remember once, I caught a cold and had a bad cough in my throat. My mother called my teacher to ask for leave, but the teacher said I couldn't ask for leave because I had to learn a new work and I could imitate it in my mind without speaking. At that moment, I really didn't want to learn. I really want to have a good weekend at home, but I can't. I must study! A tenacious belief made me persist: since my mother reported it to me, I will study hard and don't let my mother down!
Later, I spent more time to participate in competitions in various places, whether it was a big venue or a small venue, whether it was near or far, as long as I was selected, I would participate. This summer vacation, I went to Beijing to participate in the National Language and Art Competition. As the saying goes, one minute on stage, ten years off stage. I was well prepared and stood out in the competition and won the silver prize.
Because of reciting, I had the opportunity to show my face at school. My award certificate was recorded in the file by the teacher. I was elected as the host of the flag-raising ceremony, and also became the flag minister and head of the health inspection team. Teachers value me, and I won't let them down.
Recitation is my stage, and I grew up on it. It is a blooming flower around me, which exercises my courage and self-confidence!
In the boring primary school life, I am an inferior person and don't like talking to others. Dare to communicate with others has become my daily habit. Seeing a pair of children together, listening to their chatter and paying attention to their every move have become my daily bread and butter. I won't raise my hand even if I know the teacher's question in class, because I am timid! Even if the teacher asked me to answer the question, my voice was so low that I couldn't hear it at two or one every day. From home to school, from school to home, I am always alone. When I wanted to say hello to the children bravely, the words came to my mouth and swallowed back into my stomach.
Until junior high school life, a teacher changed my personality and reported to this middle school with an admission notice, saying that I stepped into this door, entered this classroom, had a brand-new life, and was with a bunch of classmates. I am more reticent. The first day of school is what scares me most. The new teacher looks good in quality because he wants to introduce himself. The first thing he said was: "Welcome to this class. I am the head teacher of this class. No matter how your primary school life is, coming to this class means coming to a stage, showing yourself and making your stage more gorgeous. " This sentence inspired me, and I tried to say hello to my classmates. I don't know how happy I was on the first day. After the teacher's class discussion in our group, Xiao Chen asked me to raise my hand to cheer me up. I felt much more comfortable answering the question for the first time. Finally, I walked out of my stage and defeated myself!
Now, I have become a lively and cheerful girl. Everyone is willing to make friends with me and communicate with me. Because I have stepped out of my stage, my life has become more exciting!
My excellent composition in the sixth stage. Campus is the cradle of knowledge for me; Campus is the window to teach me how to be a man; Campus is the guiding light to point out my mistakes; Campus is a stage for me to show my style. Zhou Ji daquan
Campus, let me move from ignorance to knowledge; Let me go from childish to mature.
I still remember that I was timid when I first went to school. In the third grade, I participated in the reading contest held by my school for the first time. I'm not nervous about Seth. "The next contestant, Yang Xiao of Class 3 (1), recited the Happiness of Snowflakes." The host read my name. Oh, how did you find me so quickly? I walked slowly onto the platform. I began to read aloud: "If I were a snowflake, rushing in mid-air, I would know my direction, flying, flying-there is my direction on this ground …" What is the next sentence? Shit, I forgot my words. I stood on the stage stupidly, somehow, my mind went blank and I couldn't say a word. Fortunately, the teacher gave me an explanation: "This little classmate is too nervous, so go down and prepare to come again." Ok, now let's invite the next contestant ... "I walked off the stage. Under the stage, I secretly cried. I feel sad when I think about what I just saw." Didn't the teacher want me to take part in the competition? What's the use of crying? Make another sound in your mind. So, I dried my tears, picked up the book and read it silently for several times. The second time, I went on stage again. Finally, I successfully recited it. The results came out, and I actually won the first place in the third grade group, so that all three teachers gave me full marks.
It was my first time to participate in the competition, and I have always cherished that award. The campus is really a stage for me to show my style.
Later, I was the host of the colonel's flag-raising ceremony. When I picked up the receiver and faced the whole school 1000 people, I was no longer nervous and afraid.
Campus makes me confident; Campus let me see; Campus, let me learn to be considerate; Campus, let me learn to work hard after failure.
Campus, my stage. I want to show my grace on this stage that belongs to me.
My stage excellent composition 7 a piece of paper and an inkstone is the stage of my growth. -inscription
I still remember that summer.
It was noon in June, the sun was scorching the earth, cicadas were singing dully, passers-by hurried by tasting popsicles, and dogs on the roadside stuck out their long tongues. ...
I am creating a work with a brush. Dip in ink, think and write. Even writing a few, I am very dissatisfied. My heart is getting more and more excited, and my hands are shaking uncontrollably. The last straw, put down the brush and sit aside.
Just then, my mother saw it and came over and asked with concern, "What's the matter?"
"It's too hot, I don't want to write with a brush!" I turned my head to one side.
Mother said nothing, turned and walked into the kitchen. After a while, my mother appeared in front of me. Like magic, she took out an ice cream and said to me kindly, "Come, have an ice cream to cool off the heat first." Take a break before writing! "
After a bite of ice cream, the originally agitated heart instantly calmed down.
I can't help thinking of two years ago. At that time, my classmates laughed at me for my skill. I feel inferior. My mother asked me to learn calligraphy. I studied hard with my teacher for two years, paid hard sweat and gained some achievements. I won the silver and bronze prizes in the World Peace Calligraphy Competition.
I just met a little setback today, so I got upset and even gave up easily. Is this correct? I should advance despite difficulties and not give up halfway.
Outside the window, the originally sinister sunshine seems to be bright, and cicadas seem to have a concert in the treetops, and the camphor leaves in the community are full of vitality. ...
I stood up again, walked into the study, calmly picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, spread out the paper and wrote slowly. I am confident in my heart, and my hand holding the pen is no longer trembling. Black and white blend in front of my eyes and dance freely. Ink fills the air into the nose, and stains are dense and scattered in the heart. After a long time, a flowing calligraphy work was born.
I was relieved and suddenly looked back. I suddenly found that this is actually my stage.
My Stage Excellent Composition 8 This is also the ancient art of putting pens, ink, paper and cigarettes in front of the doors and windows of the table, and the word "early" reminded in the upper right corner is also my stage. Whenever a gust of wind blows, I listen. The sound made by each leaf is so crisp and moving, and the soil that supports the elves also presents an unusual atmosphere. Time passed quietly, and before I knew it, spring came, and she walked slowly with her ideals and beliefs. Ding, that annoying bell pulled me back from my dream again. In the morning, my mind is full of poems and books, one after another, and I have written many books with extraordinary temperament. A busy day has begun. Sitting at my desk, my heart was washed clean, smooth and bright, without a trace of dirt. I didn't know he had this special function. He is like a strict but ill-bred teacher, teaching me to leave here. I am a crazy boy.
Sitting here, I am a revolutionary. I accomplished everything I wanted to accomplish. Time is running out. When you are still working hard and think it is still far away, the distance is getting farther and farther. Now passers-by are walking in the street, just surprised, and then they walk past, but every time they meet at the same time and place, Yuan will come to me and dance with me. At this point, the square table here is already unlimited in length and width, just like a piece of Wang Yang. This is my stage. The sun is shining and there are no clouds in Wan Li. I just finished exercising in the morning and went home when I was tired. Walking on the road, there is no soul, no consciousness, as if there is telepathy. I don't know how long it took, but I finally sat down in that exquisite old chair. Pick up the brush and write. Many souls are surging, which makes people feel something after knowing. Those words flow slowly like running water. Look at the topic, it's all deja vu. All the motivation and inspiration of knowledge gushed out. After writing the composition and submitting it, a few days later, no one refused. This stage also seems to give me a lot of encouragement. People always ask me why my composition is so good. I just replied, "It is patting the table that rings with me, because it is my stage." A gust of wind blew and I was surprised again. Here, that was the purest last sentence I said to it.
Mr. Lu Xun once said: "There is no road in the world. If there are more people walking, it will become a road." I have always admired such pioneers. Standing on the stage, you can taste something that children of the same age can't learn-how to become an eagle ready to take off in the wilderness.
Just like before, when practicing speaking.
The teacher has a rule before class: every day, you must prepare a news, stand on the stage, and everyone else will get off the stage and start broadcasting. When broadcasting, you must repeat the teacher's words in your mind: hold your head high, speak loudly and articulate. In order not to make the classmates laugh, they often go home and practice in front of the mirror for an hour or two. Every time they mispronounce a word, they clap their hands and applaud. The pain at that time, has been unable to walk past.
The night before, I entered a wonderful world. Here are full of flowers, forming a sea of flowers. Looking at this flower that drives to the edge of the cliff, I feel as if my heart has been polished. There seems to be a flower seed in my heart. I feel that it is a small white flower with a slender stem and a slight trembling, and the shadow of the flower is gradually sprouting. A small seed is tightly wrapped by countless petals. Ah, this is the flower in my heart! When I am desperate and frustrated, it has been waiting there, waiting for the flowers to bloom. I shuttled through the sea of flowers.
It's dawn and the sun is shining in.
This time, I adjusted my new mentality. Go to that stage again. Here, it is the stage for all those who work hard behind their backs, and here, it is the stage for all those who are bleeding and sweating. Here, it can also be my stage.
Sister Lin Heqin, the champion of the 20xx annual mixed fighting world championship, once said, "Being awake without giving up your dreams is the best practice in life." Those eagles that are ready to take off in the wilderness will shine the brightest light.
At the end of the darkness, I walked quickly. At the beginning of the light, I flew. Just for the flowers in my heart. For my stage.
My excellent composition on the stage 10 "Bang"! The palm of your hand slammed on the two-color key that once fascinated me. Looking at the dazzling black and white decadently, it seems that my world has lost its color at the moment. Is it a hint to me that music really doesn't suit me? This is not my stage!
Ben is determined to give up. However, the ship of fate pushed me to that wonderful encounter. What a wonderful play! Flexible fingertips are like ten experienced dancers, playing touching melodies on the stage made of keys. The monotonous interweaving of black and white brought me into the rainbow-like hearing hall. The notes are intertwined, like the harmony of nature; One song after another, like pearls falling on a jade plate. This kind of performance made me addicted to it, but reminded me again and again in the middle of the night when no one was there. I can't help asking myself: why did he reach such a state, but I retreated in panic?
I sat on the small square stool again, stepped on the narrow pedal and pressed the cold button, but in my heart, there was a burning fire, which was the temperature I had dreamed of.
Sit quietly in front of the piano and keep the noise away from your ears. The world is just my hug with her. In the picturesque spring, I declined my friend's invitation and enjoyed the magnificence of "blue and white mountains are burning" in the sound of the piano; In the hot summer, I resisted the temptation of air conditioning and learned the coolness of "thick trees and light clouds" on the keys; In the autumn of harvest, I declined the feast of my relatives and tasted the delicious taste of "Wujiang bass fat" in the sound of the piano; In the cold winter, bid farewell to the quilt and feel the kindness of "warm fog and warm atmosphere" on the keys. ...
Clouds roll and clouds are comfortable, flowers bloom and fall, cold comes and summer goes, and the spring and autumn calendar. After countless days and nights of silence, I finally harvested the first fruit of my life. At the end of the day, I was silent in front of the piano and my heart was surging. I can't remember their lovely appearance because of the surging tears, but the thunderous applause undoubtedly tells me that this is also my stage and a world where I can dance at will!
Where are all the flowers in the world? If it really exists, then I will definitely go!
My excellent composition on the stage 1 1 "Invisible wings, dream longer than before, leave a wish for yourself to imagine ..." These are the lyrics in Angela Zhang's Invisible Wings. Indeed, each of us has a pair of invisible wings, that is-ideal. Ideal wings take us to soar freely under the blue sky; The ideal wings take us across the black swamp and fly to the other side of the sky blue. Ah, ideal ...
I have always had an ideal, that is to be a singer. I remember when I was a child, my father often asked me, "What is your ideal?" I replied to my father, "I like singing best, and I want to be a singer in the future." Dad smiled and touched my head: "It's amazing to have such a great ideal at such a young age." However, once the ideal is determined, it cannot be changed! We must work towards an ideal and move forward! "I nodded wisely.
At night, I lay in bed and imagined what it would be like to sing on the stage when I grew up. Thinking about it, I fell asleep unconsciously. I dreamed that when I grew up, I wore beautiful clothes and tried my best to sing on the brightly lit stage. I dreamed that under the stage, my fans waved light sticks and smiled at me; I dreamed that I held concerts all over the country to convey the friendship of friends from all over the world; I dreamed ... I dreamed a lot, all beautiful and happy, and I couldn't help laughing.
After waking up, I vowed to work hard to complete this ideal. I still have a lot to learn. For example: notes, staff of sound names, etc. But I won't be discouraged. I will definitely want to wind up and sail to the other side of success. Although the road is bumpy, it will inevitably go the wrong way, but as long as you persist, you will definitely embark on the road to success, just as Wen Tianxiang said: "A gentleman is healthy and self-reliant." We should not be afraid of difficulties and work hard to advance, so that we can do what we want to do well and succeed.
Now, I am not the naive little girl who can only sing, but a slim girl. I have grown up, but my dream remains the same. I don't think it will change again. I will ride my ideal wings and step onto my stage. Come on, Hook!