1. A 600-word imitation of "My Stage"
"...My stage is dominated by myself, my blood is burning and boiling, everywhere, overwhelming mountains and seas, sharing all the joy, I I want my splendor..."
I will dominate my stage. I have already written the script of my life. I believe that I will always be the protagonist.
My first stage - the living room at home
When I was a child, I would always hold a magazine and regard myself as a CCTV host, "serious" Sitting at the table reading what I thought was a good article in the book. At that time, the living room was my stage, and my parents were my most loyal listeners. They sincerely provided me with valuable opinions and suggestions, which gradually shortened the distance between me and the real host. I also worked hard to make myself more perfect, because ——The living room is my stage. Even though there are only two audiences, I can't let them down.
My second stage - the track
When I grow up, when I go to school, school becomes my second stage. Sports games are a time for me to show off my athletic abilities. On the 100-meter track, there is always my speeding figure. The wind passed me by, and the shouts of my classmates, one wave after another, also added a little motivation to me, making me already take the fastest pace, faster, because - even if I am on the stage It's only 100 meters and I can't let my audience down.
My third stage - dream
Everyone will have their own unique side on the stage of dreams. At the age of 16, I have gradually grown up and have begun to chase my dreams. Even though I know that the road to realizing my dreams is full of thorns and ups and downs, I still will not give up because - this is my dream. On my stage, I firmly believe that the tree of my dreams will be swaying tomorrow. I cannot let down the audience who have shouted for me to the top.
I am growing up day by day, and my stage is also growing. As big as the heart is, the stage is as big as it is.
"...My stage is dominated by myself. My blood is burning and overwhelming. I want to share all the joy. I want my wonderfulness..."
Everyone has his own unique experience. Your own stage. Although the types of actors on the stage are different, as long as you find your own role, use your reason to position your life, and play your own role well on your own stage, you will believe that you are the brightest star on the stage. .
2. My stage imitates my 600-word essay
“…My stage is dominated by myself, burning and boiling blood, omnipresent and overwhelming, sharing all the joy, I want my splendor..."
I will dominate my stage. I have written the script of life, and I believe that I will always be the protagonist.
My first stage - the living room at home
When I was a child, I would always hold a magazine and regard myself as a CCTV host, "serious" Sitting at the table reading what I thought was a good article in the book. At that time, the living room was my stage, and my parents were my most loyal listeners. They sincerely gave me valuable opinions and suggestions, which gradually shortened the distance between me and the real host. I also worked hard to make myself more perfect, because ——The living room is my stage. Even though there are only two audiences, I can't let them down.
My second stage - the track
When I grow up, when I go to school, school becomes my second stage. Sports games are a time for me to show off my athletic abilities. On the 100-meter track, there is always my speeding figure. The wind passed me by, and the shouts of my classmates, one wave after another, also added a little motivation to me, making me already take the fastest pace, faster, because - even if I am on the stage It's only 100 meters and I can't let my audience down.
My third stage - dream
Everyone will have their own unique side on the stage of dreams.
At the age of 16, I have gradually grown up and have begun to chase my dreams. Even though I know that the road to realizing my dreams is full of thorns and ups and downs, I still will not give up because - this is my dream. On my stage, I firmly believe that the tree of my dreams will be swaying tomorrow. I cannot let down the audience who have cheered for me to the top.
I am growing up day by day, and my stage is also growing. As big as the heart is, the stage is as big as it is.
"...My stage is dominated by myself. My blood is burning and overwhelming. I want to share all the joy. I want my wonderfulness..."
Everyone has his own unique experience. Your own stage. Although the types of actors on the stage are different, as long as you find your own role, use your reason to position your life, and play your own role well on your own stage, you will believe that you are the brightest star on the stage. .
3. Imitate my stage writing
The campus is the cradle that gives me knowledge; the campus is the window that teaches me how to be a human being; the campus is the beacon that points out my mistakes; the campus is the beacon that points out my mistakes; It is a stage for me to show my style.
The campus allowed me to move from ignorance to knowledge; it allowed me to move from childishness to maturity.
I still remember that I was very timid when I first went to school. In the third grade, I participated in the reading competition held by the school for the first time. I was very nervous about the competition. "The next contestant, Yang Xiao from the junior class (100), recited "The Joy of Snowflakes"." The host read my name. Oops, why are you here so soon? I walked slowly up the stairs. I started reading aloud: "If I were a snowflake, flying gracefully in the air, I would definitely know my direction, flying, flying, flying - there is my direction on this ground..." What is the next sentence? ? Oops, I forgot the words. I stood on the stage stupidly. For some reason, my mind went blank and I couldn't say a word. Fortunately, the teacher helped me out: "This little classmate is too nervous. Go down and get ready to come back again. Okay, now invite the next contestant..." I walked off the stage, and secretly I cried, feeling uncomfortable just thinking about the scene just now. Doesn’t the teacher still want me to compete? What's the use of crying? There was another voice in my heart. So, I wiped away my tears, picked up the book, and read it several times silently. The second time, I walked on stage again. Finally, I finished reciting successfully. The results came out, and I actually won the first prize in the third grade group, and three teachers gave me full marks.
That was my first time participating in a competition, and I still treasure that certificate to this day. Campus is indeed the stage for me to show my style.
Later, I became the host of the colonel’s flag-raising ceremony. When I picked up the microphone and faced more than 1,000 people in the school, I was no longer nervous or afraid.
The campus has made me more confident; the campus has made me knowledgeable; the campus has made me learn to be considerate; the campus has made me learn to work hard after failure.
Campus, my stage. I want to show my style on this stage that belongs to me.
My stage is my life, and my life is always the stage for me to display my talents.
Although I am not a versatile person, I am also a person with a wide range of interests. Among them, my favorite is practicing calligraphy.
Our school has produced many people who are good calligraphers: Liu Yang, Zou Long... Whenever I recall the scene of them receiving awards on the podium, I look forward to them and think. If it were me standing on the stage, enjoying the praising eyes of all the students and teachers in the school, how excited it would be! Every time I see their calligraphy, I feel envious, and I can't help but imitate their calligraphy from time to time. Until one day, I could no longer contain the excitement in my heart and made up my mind to practice calligraphy well!
From then on, I asked my mother to buy copybooks. Whenever I have free time, whenever I finish my homework, I will take out my copybook and practice. The training process was naturally not smooth sailing.
Once, when my mother saw me practicing calligraphy again, she said to me earnestly: "Xu Yao, you should practice calligraphy, but you must also improve your studies! Don't stop studying when the time comes!" After hearing what my mother said, I felt a little relaxed and wanted to give up, but then I thought of Zou Long's dragon-snake font, the attention of all people, and also thought of "you must start things well and end well, and don't give up halfway." In a word, I picked up the pen again. Practicing calligraphy is hard work, but it is also a sweet job. When practicing calligraphy, not only the posture must be correct and the writing must be neat, but also the palms of the hands will become sweaty, the eyes will be tired, and even the arms and neck will feel very sore. However, after practicing calligraphy, you will feel very happy when you look at the progress or success of each calligraphy!
Finally, I made some progress. In the calligraphy class, I tried my best to practice the best calligraphy! I'm shining brightly on this stage!
Later, my stage moved from calligraphy class to the blackboard. Every time the teacher asks me to copy homework or report on the blackboard, my heart is filled with joy and pride. But I didn't dare to relax, but I seriously devoted 1 million points of concentration to writing and expressing myself. Especially when publishing a blackboard newspaper, I wrote stroke by stroke, stroke by stroke. I feel very proud.
Since then, my stage has become the scene of calligraphy competition. I was even more focused and didn't dare to be careless. Later, with my own efforts, I won a third prize. But I dare not relax and strive to perform better in future games!
My stage is like a fire, which has developed my beautiful handwriting, my patience, and my perseverance!
4. Imitate my stage composition sample
When I was five years old, there was such a brilliant time: wearing a beautiful princess dress, sitting on a white piano stool , playing the white tripod piano gracefully. The auditorium was filled with artistic elites from all over the world, including grandparents, uncles and aunts. Everyone in the audience cheered and applauded my superb performance. At this time, I had become a well-known "Piano Princess" in the international piano world.
When I was eleven years old, there was such a glorious time: I was a pianist, as famous as the great Beethoven and the prodigy Mozart, and established an immortal image. Won applause from all over the world! Pianist Wang Xing's name and her amazing performance shocked the world.
Today, I held a grand piano concert,
5. Give me a composition that imitates the sixth grade text "My Stage", urgent
Make a nice front axle, and then assume the prescribed posture, okay, not bad! Just keep going like this for a little while, and the show will start soon! "
With the concern and encouragement of the dance teacher, a little girl bent her legs in front of her, resisting the pain in her jaw, posing and waiting for other actors to come on stage.
When She first appeared in front of the audience, and for the first time she heard everyone clapping for her, and she was extremely excited. With all the joy and excitement, she successfully completed her first stage performance...
That’s right! That little girl is me!
From then on, I loved not only singing, but also dancing, and God seemed to know it. What do I want? Many times he gave me that "gift" that I felt happy about, but I always passed it by.
When I was young, my mother read it in the newspaper. When I saw that a TV station was recruiting young actors, my mother knew about my hobbies and told me the news immediately. I was really happy to know that I had such an opportunity, but because I was still very young, I had too much nostalgia for my mother. , but I didn’t sign up in the end. Looking back now, I really regret it, after all, it is what I love. But this is not the only opportunity. God always connected "gifts" with music. The piano teacher and ballet teacher came to choose new talents. The moment I stood out from the many people, I felt another surprise.
But my family couldn't afford a piano, and because of my father's opposition, I missed out on my literary and artistic life...
Another thing that makes me satisfied is the school's annual art festival, which is held in middle school. I didn’t miss a show in three years. Whenever I stand beautifully on the stage, my heart is full of excitement, and I feel that the entire stage belongs to my world at this moment.
Yes, this stage is indeed not big, but it is indeed the place where I realize my dream. As I grew up and learned more about the entertainment industry, I yearned for it more and more. I learned to sing the songs of my favorite stars and performed on their MTV.
From the moment the lights shine, I am the most dazzling star! Stand on the stage with a microphone and sing your own songs, letting your singing voice fill the entire stage; stand on the stage waving your body and dancing in your own style, letting your dance accentuate the entire scene. After the perfect curtain call, I knew that I was not nervous. What I saw was the swinging light sticks; what I heard was warm applause; what I had was the warmth of the fans, and what I had realized was the dream in my heart!
However, I know clearly that the splendid stage in my heart cannot be stepped on in one step! Without a strong will, there will be no motivation to step on; without a solid foundation, it will be difficult to step on; without abundant strength, it will not last long! Therefore, what I need to insist on is faith; what I need to lay a solid foundation; what I need to accumulate is experience; what I need to store is strength. I believe that opportunities are reserved for those who are prepared, and luck favors those who are confident.
It is said that life is a stage, but what I need is not only this stage, but also a stage within a stage. I know that I have a pair of invisible wings that will take me to fly bravely, let the lights flash, let the applause be loud, and let my life be released to the fullest
6. The stage composition about me should be copied from the first volume of the 6th grade "My Stage" imitation. If the content is painting
The art of crayon sketching can make you look cultivated and connotative. It can also make you calm and make you happy. I am learning crayon sketching. Crayon When sketching, you must first practice your eyesight. You must shrink the things in front of you by two to one and draw them on paper. I always draw things very small. The teacher told me not to be impatient, but to practice slowly, and it will come naturally. I I settled down, squinted my eyes, and used a pencil to locate my position in the air. I finished the first sketch. It took me one class. The teacher said that this was not possible and that I had to speed up, and gave me a demonstration. Draw a straight line, measure the left and right sides with a pencil, and then modify it. I followed the teacher's example, but the line was always drawn crookedly. I almost lost confidence, and I still had no talent for this. The teacher followed. I talked about the basic knowledge of color and mastered the brightness and contrast of colors step by step. The teacher taught me so hard. Yes, if you don't make up your mind to practice hard, how can you make progress? Do all geniuses become talented overnight? I bit my lips and colored with crayons. I stared hard at the porcelain in front of me, trying to find various colors. Well, there was a bit of yellow there, there was green due to reflection, and there was a bit of white... Because I painted too hard, some colors could no longer be applied, and several crayons were broken. "There will always be shortcomings at the beginning. As long as you work hard, you can overcome the difficulties." The teacher's words rang in my ears. I kept working hard, but my clothes were a little wet due to boredom and fatigue, and calluses were drawn on my hands. I kept gritting my teeth, not saying I was bitter or tired. Later, practice makes perfect, and my line drawing became straighter, and my eyesight improved. Okay, I found the right color. I found that my personality was also changing quietly, and I became more careful, patient, and confident. I began to master the principle of gradient, grasp the regular changes of shape or color, and draw gradient works. .Teachers and classmates think that I have made rapid progress. Now, I can draw in my free time. Crayon sketching has taught me: You must work hard to study and cannot give up halfway. Art is entertainment, not a task. As long as you have determination, an iron rod can be sharpened. Chengzhen... It gave me inspiration in life, which will benefit me throughout my life. Classmate, I am an original person, and I work very hard.
7. Imitation of "My Stage"
Calligraphy has a magical appeal to me.
Before I was born, I had an inseparable bond with the stage. At that time, my parents practiced calligraphy together every day.
It is said that I started practicing calligraphy when I was in the womb. But there was no light in my mother's belly, and there was no paper or pen, so I was not satisfied, so I made a big fuss - that day, my mother had just finished practicing calligraphy and had not even had time to wash her hands, so she was sent to the hospital to welcome my birth.
As soon as I was born, my hands kept making gestures, as if I was making empty strokes. It was so interesting! As soon as I could walk, I began to imitate my father in "writing". Sit in a chair, at a table.
Put the paper in front of you, climb up on the desk, take out a pen, and start "practicing calligraphy" on the paper. Whenever my family sits next to me and looks at me, they will praise me as a "little calligrapher".
After hearing someone compliment me, I practiced more seriously. Later, whenever my father practiced calligraphy, I would follow him and watch him practice. Sometimes my father would write a few words and ask me to write them as he did.
If my writing is not good, my father will teach me step by step until I write it well. When I was six years old, my father enrolled me in a soft-pen calligraphy class in order to help me understand Chinese calligraphy better.
My teacher's dark face showed some humor. When I first went there to learn calligraphy, I was stumped by grasping the pen. The teacher told me: "The brush and the pencil are different.
When grasping the pencil, the middle finger should be on the pen holder. When grabbing the brush, the middle finger should be under the pen holder and relaxed at the same time, so that you can write well. "I nodded, took the brush, and started practicing according to the teacher's instructions. It didn't take long for me to do it. Mastered how to use the brush.
At the beginning, the teacher taught me official script. I started practicing individual strokes one by one, and the written papers were piled on the ground. I even practiced so much that I forgot to eat and sleep. As time went by, I As expected, my calligraphy has improved a lot. The teacher said to me: "My progress is so fast, I'm almost a master!" He also told me a piece of news: I was successfully promoted and started learning regular script. This is both joyful and worrying news. I am happy because I was successfully promoted, but worried because although I have been promoted, my handwriting is not the best among my classmates, so I still need more skills. Practice and more effort.
From that day on, I spent more time practicing calligraphy every night. Finally, hard work paid off, and now my calligraphy has been recognized by everyone. I believe it won’t be long before I can start learning running script.
I grew up in calligraphy, and it made me understand a sentence: "As long as the iron pestle is ground into a needle!" I believe that in the near future I will walk out of school with good calligraphy and go to the Shenzhen, go to the motherland and the world.
8. Write a 400-word essay for the title My Stage
The stage is not so gorgeous, not so beautiful and moving. I have put in too much hard work and sweat on this stage. , no one can understand my inner feelings, my stage is the clear swimming pool. Every day, as soon as I get out of school, I rush to the swimming pool where I have sweated. There are too many stories of me recorded in it, where laughter and sweat linger. In my mind, there are strong and touching pictures that bring tears to my eyes. From the age of seven to thirteen, these seven years of wind and rain, every step I take is deeply imprinted on the years. In the annual cycle, I suddenly found that I have grown up, I have become sensible, and I understand what is strong and what is setback. I have used my actions and efforts to prove that I will not fall behind. Whenever I jump into a cold pool During the school year, there will be a feeling of envy in my heart, thinking that my classmates are studying again while I am swimming, my classmates are playing happily, but I am working hard to prepare for the Provincial Games. This bit by bit is reflected in my life. My heart is racing, I really envy you so much, but I was quietly doing homework on the side and saw you playing freely. Just a few weeks ago, our class had a holiday because too many people were sick, and I ? I happened to be caught by the coach and practiced physical fitness there every day. After a week, my hands were covered with calluses and blistered from the practice. I screamed in pain, but as for me, I was still on this stage. Keep training. In fact, sometimes I want to give up, but I am still attracted by this stage. My mother told me: "Working hard may not necessarily succeed, but giving up will definitely fail." Because I can't live without this stage, it is the life of my life. An important historical book, it is the most dazzling, greatest, and most gorgeous stage in my heart, and it is a part of my life.
9. Write a music composition imitating the first volume of the sixth grade (My Stage)
My Stage
The big stage in my childhood was I spent my time in Beigou, my grandma’s house surrounded by green water. There is sweet spring water there, and there are small fish and shrimps in the spring water.
Once I went back to my grandma’s house and went to Beigou for a picnic with my brother and sister. At this time, the wild flowers were in full bloom and the grass was all over the slopes. We sat down by the spring. There are also many wild flowers here. We first spread the tablecloth on the grass. Then use four stones to press the four corners of the tablecloth on. Finally, put lots and lots of snacks on the tablecloth. My brother and I found a few bricks, built them into a stove, and lit the collected dry wood with fire. Put the spring water and rice with shrimps in a small pot "stolen" from grandma's house, put the small pot on the stove and cover it. About 15-20 minutes later, I took a bite to see if the rice was cooked. What's wrong, I poured the porridge in the pot into my brother's, sister's and my bowls respectively.
The three of us ate deliciously and were very happy. After eating, we ran to a hillside. I picked a small red flower and put it on my sister's head. It was so beautiful. When we are tired from playing, we go to the hillside where we cook to have snacks. Lying on the grass and looking at the sky, the sky is like a large pasture, with herdsmen herding lambs, calves, ponies... many, many animals.
Ah, the beautiful memories of childhood will never be forgotten.