Unit 8 Composition, Art I like the piano.
When I touched it for the first time, my index finger gently applied force, and the sound of "ding" was crisp and elegant, which touched the deepest "string" in my heart. At that moment, I almost thought it was all I had. ...
In the days after that, it accompanied me, comforting me one by one and listening to me. Music is emotional, and we don't need language to communicate. Every night, I always meet it, and it always watches me come and go silently.
She and I always have endless words, laughing together, being happy together and being sad together. I firmly believe that she knows me as well as I know her. ...
Until one day, my mother asked me, "Do you still want to learn piano?"
I am stupefied. After a while, my mother said slowly, "there will be an exam in a few days." You are already a junior high school student. Should I give up? ! "
"Why?" I sobbed and asked, "It won't affect my study, really." "It's not that I won't let you learn, but ... alas!" I raised my tears and saw that my mother's head was a little white. The air is full of sadness. For a long time, when a "good" was gently spit out from my mouth, two tears had fallen. ...
The last time I came to her side, I seemed to have a thousand words, but I couldn't say them. I just sit quietly and play quietly. The music flowed out slowly with the sliding of my fingers. Unlike before, at the moment when I started playing, the world seemed to be just me and her, only dull and sad. After a long time, I stood up silently and stroked black and white keys. I think she should understand my heart?
Outside, the conversation between my mother and the teacher poured into my ears from time to time. "Alas," I sighed deeply and looked at her. It's time to end it! My tears couldn't help it any longer, and they fell heavily, like knocking on my heart.
"Goodbye!" Then he turned and left without a trace of nostalgia. It's not that I'm heartless, but that I'm afraid-once I stay, I can't take a step.
On the keys of the piano, crystal tears glistened in the bright moonlight. ...
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The first volume of the sixth grade Chinese Unit 8 Composition Art Works. 5444455 Whenever I see those exquisite handicrafts, I always envy them. I always hope that one day I can personally make a work that I am proud of.
Finally, this opportunity came. Last week, our school organized us to go to the labor base to experience the hard life of the base. We experienced the hardships of military training and the fun of paper cutting in the base. What makes me most happy is that I finally made a handicraft by myself.
I remember that morning, under the leadership of our teacher, we came to the classroom of "craft production", only to see the teacher take out a bag of gypsum powder, two cups and a mold. The teacher first mixed water and gypsum powder evenly, and then poured gypsum into the mold. When loading the mold, gently shake the mold to make the gypsum evenly distributed in the mold. After about 4 to 5 minutes, the artwork can be taken out of the mold, which means that an unpainted artwork is "baked".
After seeing the teacher's demonstration, we did it ourselves. At first, I forgot that the ratio of water to gypsum is 1: 2. If a cup is filled with water and gypsum powder at the same time, there is no way to keep the water in the cup from overflowing. Later, after I adjusted the ratio of water to gypsum powder, I poured water into gypsum. This time, I was in trouble again-I didn't mix evenly. What happened? At first, I thought the water was poured too fast, so I tried it again and the result was the same as last time. I have no choice but to ask the teacher. After I explained to the teacher why the mixing was uneven. The teacher smiled and told me, "One of your steps is wrong. Instead of pouring water into gypsum powder, you should pour gypsum into water. " After listening to the teacher's explanation, I suddenly realized that it was true. I quickly mixed the gypsum, then I poured it into the mold and finally shook it well. After waiting for a long time, my work came out. Although I haven't painted it, I'm still very happy.
In the afternoon, we can't wait to come to another classroom to color my morning work. When the teacher arranges seats for us, we will hold a brush in our hands and color this work. Because my work depicts two small fish swimming in the water, light blue must be used as the base color, but among the five pigments on the table, there is no light blue. What shall we do? At this moment, the teacher came, and I asked the teacher again. The teacher still smiled and told me: "You can mix these five colors together, so that new colors will appear." Sure enough, I mixed white with dark blue, and light blue really appeared. Later, I used the same method to bring out many colorful colors. After a while, my work finally really came out. You see, the gray lace sets off the light blue "sea water". Two small fish swim freely in the water, and two small conchs and a small starfish adorn them, giving people a pleasing feeling. Seeing this work, I can't help feeling very proud.
Unit 8 Composition on Paper-cutting Paper-cutting is an activity I am most interested in, and it is also a folk art.
Once when I was reading a book, I saw some vivid patterns about paper-cutting and found a more perfect paper-cutting-"Fish Every Year". This pattern shows a child holding a big carp with a happy smile on his face.
Whenever I see this paper-cut, a myth will come to my mind: in a cold winter, a fairy came to a village to observe the people's feelings, and every time she came home, she would ask, "Can I go in and have something to eat?" But those people are selfish and don't want to give their things to others. Until the last family, an old man accepted him and entertained the only goose in the family. This is the only thing they can eat in their family. The fairy was very moved. He wrote the words "fish every year" in front of their house and flew away. At this time, their little son came back with a big fish, saying that he had found it on the road. This simple paper-cut can express that only generosity can be rewarded by others.
I am very interested in paper-cutting, because it not only contains short stories, but also contains meaning, which makes people understand the truth.
The sixth grade Chinese Book 1 Unit 8 Composition On the Happiness Brought by Playing Piano and Electronic Organ
I have many hobbies, and I am obsessed with every hobby. Among them, my favorite and most obsessed is the electronic organ.
When I was four years old, I began to contact the electronic organ. That's because I learned the electronic piano out of my love and curiosity for music. Every black and white keys on the electronic organ has great magic in my eyes, and every beating note on the staff. In order to learn this magic trick and deal with the tadpoles in the music, I go to the kindergarten teacher's house every week to learn the electronic organ. When I played the first tune in my life completely, excitement, excitement and joy occupied my young mind. I began to fantasize that I was Lang Lang, sitting next to the piano, playing one beautiful tune after another, and the audience was fascinated ... Reality pulled me out of my fantasy, and a TV series "Nanniwan" came into my eyes. Only then did I know that there are many people who can play better than me, so I made up my mind to surpass them!
My road to study is bumpy. After that, I changed several teachers until I studied in Hanjiang Children's Palace. When I finished listening to the music played by the teacher, I couldn't help closing my eyes-I was intoxicated. The teacher told me that I could play so well in the future. I didn't believe it at that time.
When I first went to the Children's Palace to study, I suddenly surpassed my former students because of my hard work and talent. I only have to learn some songs once, and they have to play them many times.
The turning point in my life came-the teacher saw that I was very talented and encouraged me to take the exam. But just when I decided, grandma's rheumatism broke out again and she couldn't take me to learn the piano. Finally, I made a choice-I gave up. ...
Now I am still thinking that if I had continued to learn piano, my future fate might have been different. The teacher also sympathized with me, saying that he had buried a talent.
When I recall learning the piano before, I always felt uncomfortable and contradictory. This feeling is bitter, sweet and sour. unforgettable ...
I transferred it to someone else's house so that I could change the electronic piano into a piano.
The sixth grade first volume Chinese Unit 8 composition about calligraphy, the pain and joy of learning calligraphy.
I have studied calligraphy for three years, and now I am a good calligrapher (at least I think so with children my age). Do you want to know how I practice? There is a lot of bitterness and joy in it.
I remember when I was 6 years old, one day my mother took me to the Rihai Painting and Calligraphy School to enjoy the children's works. There are calligraphy works in various fonts, as well as many different forms of ink painting and gouache painting. I envy you, and I really want to learn this skill. So my mother took me to sign up.
At that time, the teacher asked me to try to write, and I couldn't even hold the brush stably. I grabbed it like a crayon and got ink all over my hands. It's ridiculous to think about it now. Miss Huang slowly corrected my pen holding posture, and then asked me to try to write a horizontal line with a brush. As a result, I wrote a line full of "goose bumps". However, Teacher Huang said that I was very receptive, and she accepted me under my mother's repeated entreaties.
So I came to the classroom, and many younger children were practicing seriously. I also sat down and tried to "trace" the double hook exercise paper given by Mr. Huang. You know, at that time, I couldn't even draw colors well, and my "horizontal" and "vertical" were certainly invisible. Teacher Huang encouraged me to say, "Ding Tao has made rapid progress. Look how great you are with a pen! " When I was praised, I worked harder.
But at that time, I was naughty. In my mother's words, I said, "I can't sit still for a second." I didn't write for five minutes, and then I started to do little tricks. Teacher Huang came up to me quietly and said, "Ding Tao, do you want to write as well as this little friend?" Practice quickly! "Seeing that everyone is immersed in practice, I am also embarrassed to pick up the pen again. After another five minutes, I looked out at the children at the next table; Then he deliberately scribbled on his clothes, tables and chairs with a brush; Then I knocked over the plate with ink ... which made the teacher fidgety. Miss Huang had to stand beside me again and again, drawing my attention back to my calligraphy practice again and again. Teacher Huang criticized me this time and praised me next time, which not only made me understand that I didn't do well, but also made me not lose confidence. In this way, under the constant reminder and guidance of Mr. Huang, I gradually mastered some tips of calligraphy and spent more and more time practicing in class.
In the first grade, Mr. Liu knew that I was learning calligraphy, so he specially asked me to take part in the calligraphy class at school. I was very happy. However, I am still careless and naughty. Although I have high understanding and rapid progress, I always get dirty when I come home after writing Chinese calligraphy. My mother prepared a pair of sleeves for me to wear when I was in the calligraphy interest class, but I don't like wearing sleeves. Once, when I was playing with my classmate at the next table, he accidentally spilled ink on my desk. Because I always write dirty at ordinary times, and I am afraid of being scolded by the teacher, I used my quick wits to clean the ink with the sleeves of my clothes, and then put on the sleeves prepared by my mother. In this way, I passed the school teacher easily. But when I got home, my mother tried her best to clean the ink on my school uniform, so I had to buy me a new school uniform. I was very disappointed when my mother scolded me severely that time. I didn't need clothes to wipe it, but I was scolded by my teacher and scolded by my mother. So I can't get stuck in an interest class. Now that I think about it, I really regret it. If only Teacher Xu could forgive me and accept me as an apprentice.
Soon, I passed the words "positive" and "forever". One day, Mr. Huang discussed with my mother and me, hoping that I could practice hard for two years (including two holidays from Monday to Friday) and make achievements. I'm a little hesitant, because I'm so tired after sitting for a long time and a day! I feel that my free time in winter and summer vacations has been ruined, and I want to back down. My mother told me that calligraphy is the essence of ancient culture in China. It can cultivate the mind and temperament, which is very helpful for my future. Miss Huang also looks forward to the joy of future success with me. I finally made up my mind and chose to study.
This is my first summer vacation to study calligraphy at Mr. Huang's house. I come to Mr. Huang's house at 7: 30 every morning (Monday to Friday) and write all day (except lunch break and lunch). My mother will pick me up after work. All this sounds a little incredible. But somehow, I didn't feel bitter at that time. Maybe I have a good atmosphere, or maybe I thought my work would be released soon. After a summer vacation, not only did I not miss my homework (I did it on Saturday and Sunday nights), but my calligraphy also advanced by leaps and bounds. Although I envy my classmates for learning to swim, visiting places of interest in the motherland, surfing the Internet or playing games to their heart's content during the summer vacation, I think it is still worthwhile, and I gradually fell in love with calligraphy.
When I finished two works, I always felt that it was almost enough. At first, I felt that practicing calligraphy was a bit boring and meaningless. I was always distracted when practicing calligraphy. Fortunately, Miss Huang found it in time and gave me a new font-Zhang Qianbei. Suddenly I feel very fresh and challenging, and this font is also very suitable for me, and the strokes are heavy and atmospheric. The more I write, the more I devote myself to it. Seeing me working so hard, Mr. Huang started one-on-one teaching. I also cherish this opportunity. What a "hard work pays off". With Mr. Huang's careful education and his own efforts, he won the second prize of "Mocai Cup National Children's Painting and Calligraphy Competition".
This is the story of my learning calligraphy, which taught me that only by giving can I get something, and I will definitely keep practicing.
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An unforgettable song "My Father's 500 Words", although I can't sing five notes, I like singing very much. Most of the songs I sing are high-pitched, but there are exceptions, such as Cui Jinghao's "Sad Father", which is one of the songs I must sing in karaoke bars. Whenever I sing this song, my blood will boil and a feeling of fatherly love will ripple in my heart. "That was when I was a child. I used to sit on my father's shoulder. My father is a ladder to heaven, and my father is a cow pulling a cart ... "
The lyrics are unpretentious and touching. In our life, maternal love is everywhere, but paternal love needs to be experienced with heart. Motherly love is great, and fatherly love is sacred; Motherly love covers the earth, and fatherly love fills the sky; Maternal love is integrated into life, everywhere; Father's love is deeply integrated into the heart, and it is not easy to say it. Father loves like a mountain, and father loves like a song! In my impression, my father is usually taciturn, but his not-too-tall body bears the burden of the whole family, and his not-too-wide shoulders bear the responsibility of the family. ...
The song "Father" first appeared in a family TV series called "My Mom and Dad" broadcast by 1996. At that time, Cui Jinghao's piercing voice and affectionate singing immediately touched my heart, and the melody of "Father" has been lingering in my heart. So I tried my best to copy this song and play it often. Every time I listen to it, I will have a new feeling and understanding of my father. From the melody of the song, I seem to see my father's busy figure for life, as if I saw his hard work for the family. Every time I hear this familiar and touching melody, I always burst into tears.
Although my father left me for almost thirty years, I still can't forget him. He always silently dedicated himself to his family and children until the end of his life. This song is an interpretation of his father. Cui Jinghao sang this song heartily, singing his thoughts about his father.
Because I often sing this song, I am not familiar with vocal music. In fact, I sing it in an orderly way. Therefore, whenever friends get together to sing, "Father" becomes a must-sing. Every time I finish singing this song, I will win everyone's applause. At this time, I will be immersed in the artistic conception of the lyrics.
The people of Sri Lanka have passed away and become memories. Now that I am a father, I obviously feel the heavy family burden on my shoulders. Fortunately, my father always appears in my life and inspires me from time to time. ...
When I was () years old, my life broke into one thing-guzheng.
When I first saw the guzheng, it smelled of wood, with 265,438+0 strings, bass, alto and treble. At that time, I happened to see a big sister playing the guzheng on TV, and I thought the sound it made was so beautiful! So I decided: learn guzheng!
I told my mother this idea, and my mother readily agreed to take me to a musical instrument store for registration one weekend. The teacher played a little song for me. Listening to the wonderful piano sound, I feel extremely excited: I am going to learn this wonderful guzheng!
In the first class, the teacher taught me what bass, alto, treble and their positions are. Also tell me which are 1, 2, 3, 5, 6 strings; The fifth string is green. It is said that the left hand should hold down 3 and 6 before the right hand can play 4 and 7. I put on my guzheng fingers and happily played everything the teacher taught me. My heart is full of excitement and pride. I can finally play the piano like a big sister on TV!
After studying for a year, boring exercises every night made me impatient, and I began to become irritable. My mother saw it and said to me sternly, "Since I have chosen, I must stick to it!" "Summer vacation, I want to go out to play, and my father said," Guzheng is going to be tested! " "Yes, I have to take the exam. I can't give up halfway!
So I cheer up and keep practicing every day. I can not only play the whole song, but also it is quite beautiful! During the exam, I got a "good" result unexpectedly, which greatly increased my confidence.
So far, I have learned level 7. In the process of learning guzheng, I tasted the ups and downs of practice and realized what perseverance is.
Guzheng-brought rich colors to my childhood and built a beautiful and colorful bridge for my future life. I love guzheng!