It was a summer vacation, because of the piano exam, I had to resist the joy of being admitted to junior high school and practice at home. It's so sultry that I have ice in my mouth. Practice hard. From morning till noon, and then at night, I can finally shake my sore arm. I couldn't help it. I went to the balcony. ...
Suddenly, I heard a voice, hazy and clear, with a summer evening breeze, blowing in my ear, brushing my cheek and passing my Liu Haier. The leaves rustle and the sunset glow is subtle and soft. At this moment, the world became strangely quiet, as if only this voice existed. Oh, a flute. Someone is playing the flute. It's melodious, comfortable and smooth. Only a calm person can play so well.
I was intoxicated and quiet ... It took me a long time to wake up from thinking and imagination.
In the next few days, I noticed that this flute sounded every evening, but the flute I heard later was not as good as the first time. As soon as I put down the piano every day, the flute will ring on time, and I will run to the balcony to see the construction site downstairs and listen carefully. I imagine the flute player is a lonely old man, telling his own feelings; Maybe it's a child. I saw a child riding on the back of an old buffalo, playing the flute. ...
One day, I went to the balcony to look down as usual and saw a construction worker sitting on the ground, playing his flute. Suddenly, the flute came to an abrupt end. When it rang again, I was surprised to find that he was playing my music! Although the flute sounds intermittent, I can still recognize it as my favorite piece of music. I didn't see it with my own eyes In any case, I can't believe that a person can play the flute with his ears intact, and he plays it so accurately, although he is not very skilled. Is a worker I used to despise very much! I'm shocked! In the evening, my mother actually talked about the worker: "Look at others, building a house in the sun every day, is it much more tired than you?" People blow you to bed at night, and it's easy! "
I don't complain anymore. So, in the morning, the flute in my dream woke me up; At night, the flute outside the window accompanied me to sleep. When I was practicing that piece of music, the flute always sounded quietly, but it was very light, as if I were afraid of being heard. Finally, he was no longer afraid. So the sound of piano and flute blend together, harmonious, beautiful and quiet. I am excited, tears are rolling in my eyes, and I think I have found the true meaning of this song, which was found by this worker friend. Yes, my feelings have been sublimated …
When I was taking the exam, the flute kept ringing in my ears. I understand music in my own way. Finally got into 10! I was shocked when I rushed to the balcony excitedly and prepared to summon up the courage to tell the good news to my friends I had never met. A few days of excitement and tension made me forget the buildings that have risen in front of me. Yes, I will never cooperate with that flute again!
Somewhere in the sky, I heard the flute again. I always feel that this flute sounds familiar. It turns out that the flute and that memory have been treasured in my heart forever!
Dear friend, are you still playing the flute? Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? How a girl far away wants to play a song with you. ...
2. Composition My art is 258 words. On my artistic path, I have a special liking for calligraphy. I like calligraphy very much, and I like practicing calligraphy. On the road of learning calligraphy, I am full of hardships. I have encountered many difficulties and sometimes I want to give up, but every time I am lost, I often get unexpected gains. Therefore, I have been trying to practice calligraphy for the past two years. Until now, I'm still studying.
No road to art is smooth sailing, and I am no exception. The most important thing in calligraphy is to keep the pen steady, otherwise the written words will not look so good. Now, the classics of learning calligraphy are vivid:
When I was very young, whenever the Spring Festival came, my neighbors in the yard would happily stick couplets on the door. Others took a piece of red paper and asked some people who were good at calligraphy to help them write it. Those strokes, green and tall and straight words came into view. Sometimes I dance, sometimes I walk. Perhaps it was from this time that I became interested in calligraphy.
Calligraphy is a beautiful, elegant, quiet and mysterious artistic soul, which is deeply rooted in my life. I will always remember my teachers and parents' teaching of my life and my understanding of the field of calligraphy.
I have been practicing calligraphy for the past few years. What makes me so motivated? Because I know that calligraphy is a very useful thing, it can lead me into a good situation; He can help me on the road to success; It can also bring me happy times and make me love it more. People have written letters in calligraphy since ancient times. A slender brush has brought me into an era I have never been to.
Through the teacher's teaching, I understand what calligraphy is-an art. For me, this special art is different. From the beginning of the script to the simplified Chinese characters, they have experienced little wind and frost, which is hard for us to imagine. Calligraphy has thousands of years of cultural history in China, which is so long. The various fonts of calligraphy also have their own merits. Seal script and official script are antiques. The running script is fluent and free, but the block letters are extremely correct, and the weeds are so unrestrained.
Looking at my calligraphy silently, I really felt the charm of calligraphy and added a lot of "taste". Seeing the word "sun", I really want to feel the light and heat; But when I saw the word "moon", it was like a bright lamp, shining with clean brilliance. The word "laugh" makes people happy, and the word "cry" makes people want to cry. "Frost" sends out a chill, and "depth" lets me enter the quiet forest. Calligraphy is really amazing. I am amazed at the magical creation of my ancestors.
Whenever I see this cadence font, my temperament is so similar. Otherwise, how can someone say "words are like people"? Look at Liu's body, tall and straight as a peak. Look at Wang Xizhi's Preface to the Lanting Pavilion, which is as clear as a stream.
I grew up slowly in calligraphy, and the stage was like fire, which exercised my courage and perseverance.
3. Write a composition. The art around me is mainly painting. I have special feelings for painting since I was a child. I remember when I was in kindergarten, my mother asked me what I wanted to learn. I said without hesitation, "I want to learn to draw." Therefore, I have an indissoluble bond with painting. Drawing not only brings me fun, but also brings me comfort like a good friend. When I am happy, I use crayons to show my joy; When I am unhappy, I will draw my troubles. Painting has become an indispensable part of my life. Painting has a unique charm. I like comics and gouache very much. Especially cartoon characters, have always been my passion. Although there is no teacher's guidance, I have been working hard on my own to draw cartoon characters better. I have used many sketchbooks since I started drawing cartoons. Now, when I turn them out, they have different tastes. Although it was not very good before, every painting reflects my love for painting. As we all know, the level of Japanese comics is excellent. Although I hate the Japanese, I really admire their comic level. After having a computer at home, I found some Japanese cartoons on the Internet and copied them myself. Over time, my level has also improved a lot. Not only comics, but also other things I like very much. When I was in primary school, I always took painting classes on weekends and took several grade exams. I have always treasured one certificate after another. One of my sisters also likes drawing very much. On the white wall of her room, you can see her paintings-that was when she 10 was in her teens, and she insisted on painting the most beautiful things on her own wall despite opposition. Her rough and bold lines made me deeply realize her love for painting, so I had the same topic with her. Besides, I also like fashion design and home decoration. They all gave me beautiful enjoyment. I have a sketch book, especially for designing clothes. Sometimes I draw a few pairs, so I show them to my sister and ask her to give me some advice. I think painting is a very elegant art, which can cultivate people's sentiments. It will accompany me now, I believe, in the future, and painting will accompany me all my life. Because, I have unique feelings for it. I studied electronic organ, guzheng, calligraphy and so on before, but I didn't stick to it. I only kept painting for nearly 10 years. This feeling can only be understood, but not expressed.
I found it online, and I am writing this composition myself!
4. My artistic creation (composition) Art is everywhere in our life and has become a part of our life. We are inseparable from art, art is created by people, but the art I created is the most perfect work of art-handmade plane.
Last month, I went to Xinhua Bookstore and bought a book about making airplanes by hand. According to the above instructions, I prepared two bottles of glue, a pair of scissors and all kinds of materials needed for making.
Before, my mother said to me, "You should concentrate on everything, and you can't give up halfway, so that you can do one thing best." This sentence gave me confidence to finish the plane.
All kinds of tools have their own "jobs": pen brother draws plane outlines; Uncle scissors breaks them down into parts of the plane; Grandma glue combines the broken parts into "conjoined babies". Of course, their "work" also needs the help of both hands.
I tried to give up production several times during the production, but I stuck to what my mother said.
Through the unremitting efforts of my tools and I, we finally made a model plane with exquisite workmanship.
Hey, hey, what's the plane? I tell you, I made helicopters, bombers, biplanes ... countless.
I hung them on a hook on the ceiling, just like a real plane. Look, the green appearance of the helicopter sets off its small model; Look, the barrel of the bomber makes it more majestic; Then play with the amphibious plane, and the propeller below makes its body straighter.
Under the breeze, they fluttered with the wind, just like someone was driving. ...
5. My artistic story composition "A Exquisite Handicraft"
Porcelain is a characteristic of our country. Last year, my father traveled abroad and brought me a beautiful porcelain horse.
The horse is shiny black, with big black eyes and fluff on its neck. Although it is made of porcelain, it is very realistic and looks dense.
This horse is very strong, the muscle texture of the legs is very clear, and the fat body of the porcelain horse seems to be kept very strong and can go out. The most interesting thing is that it has a tail, just like a horse race on the field, which moves with the wind.
The horse held its head high as if it were racing with other horses. It takes the lead, leaving the horses behind, leaving them behind.
Looking closely, I found an inch-long "scar" on the horse's back. What happened? Is this really a war horse? Was it hit by the enemy?
Anxious to solve the mystery, I quickly pulled my father over. "Dad, look, there is a crack in this horse's back." Dad is a little mysterious. He smiled and said, "This is indeed a' scar'. This scar depends on how you mend it. When your horse recovers, I think you will do something great. " I can't understand my father's words, as if there is something profound in it. "Dong", a clear and crisp sound, unveiled dad's riddle. Yes, this is it-coins. Dad said to "fill him" with it. So, I began to use it day by day to fill the scars of the war horse. The horse is getting heavier and its wound is healing day by day.
Sand accumulates into a tower, and dripping water wears away the stone. Up to now, this horse has recovered more spirit than before, and a great event is about to be completed. After the horse recovers, there will be a glimmer of hope in the hope project. Although the recovery of this horse is not enough to help a child who is out of school return to school, I firmly believe that if there are more such good horses, there will be more hope. ...
One of my favorite photos, the scene of spring.
Every time I see this photo of spring, I think a lot … I remember looking forward to the arrival of spring for this photo. For this painting, I gave up playing time with my friends and went to the park alone to look at the spring scenery in front of me. For this painting, I worked hard to learn Chinese painting and listened carefully to what the teacher told me. For this painting, I ... finally finished this painting "Making a Picture of Spring" by my own efforts. Let me introduce my painting.
On one side of the plain paper, a large plum blossom was painted. That leafy plum blossom, from left to right, twists and turns. Ink color is wet in dry and moist in wet. There are the chirping of magpies, the fighting of plum blossoms and the stretching of branches. Some are in full bloom, some are stamens and some are just flower bones. You see, the plum blossoms in Tamkang have just bloomed, and the five petals have not yet fully opened. It seems that they have not opened their sleepy eyes. The branches are covered with clusters of flowers and buds. Plum blossom has five round petals and fine needle-like stamens are purple. These flowers are ordinary, not delicate and exotic, but they give people a simple beauty. There are also some plum blossoms hidden in the branches. They are like shy girls who don't want to be seen.
One or two magpies stopped on the branches of plum trees. They kept chirping, as if commenting on the beauty of plum trees. One said, "These plum trees are so beautiful. I must compose a beautiful song for them so that everyone can hear how many beautiful plum trees there are! " Another said, "I want to write a poem for Li Zishu." Every plum tree is a poem, so that people all over the world know that it is the most beautiful tree! ""They are adding new colors to the plum tree! They are weaving beautiful melodies for plum trees!
I looked at this painting and suddenly felt that there was my hard sweat in it, my heart and blood in it, and this painting was my painstaking masterpiece!
6. The artistic composition around me. I want a composition. I have special feelings for painting since I was a child. I remember when I was in kindergarten, my mother asked me what I wanted to learn. I said without hesitation, "I want to learn painting." Therefore, I have an indissoluble bond with painting. Drawing not only brings me fun, but also brings me comfort like a good friend. When I am happy, I draw with colored pencils. When I am unhappy, I will draw my troubles. Painting has become an indispensable part of my life. Painting has a unique charm. I like comics and gouache very much, especially comic characters. Although there is no teacher's guidance, I have been working hard to try how to draw cartoon characters better. I have used a lot of sketches since I started drawing cartoons. Looking at it now, it is particularly tasty. Although I didn't draw very well in the past, every painting reflects my love for painting. As we all know, the level of Japanese comics is very good. Although I hate the Japanese, I really admire their animation level. After having a computer at home, I found some Japanese cartoons on the Internet and copied them myself. Over time, my level has also improved a lot. I also like others very much. When I was in primary school, I always took painting classes on weekends and took several grade exams. I have always treasured one certificate after another. One of my sisters also likes drawing very much. On the white wall of her room, you can see her paintings-that was when she was over 65,438+00 years old, regardless of her mother's opposition, she insisted on painting the most beautiful things on her wall. Her rough and bold lines made me deeply realize her love for painting, so I had the same topic with her. In addition, I like fashion design and home decoration very much. They all gave me beautiful enjoyment. I have a sketch book, which is specially used to design clothes. Sometimes I draw a few pairs, so I can show them to my sister and ask her for some advice. I think painting is an elegant art, and I believe that in the future, painting will accompany me all my life because I have a unique feeling for it. I studied electronic organ, guzheng, calligraphy and so on before, but I didn't stick to it. I only kept painting for nearly 10 years. This feeling can only be understood, not said.
7. Write a composition about art, or write your own artistic composition. Beautiful works of art.
On a sunny Sunday, my mother found many empty cans while cleaning the room, so she put them in plastic bags and wanted to throw them away. Xiaoming saw it and said, "Mom, give me these empty cans!" " Mother asked, "What do you need these empty cans for?" "I am useful anyway." "I will give it to you if it is useful!" Xiaoming is happy with an empty jar.
Xiao Ming put the empty jar on the table, and then he went to the telephone to call Xiao Fang. After the call, Xiao Ming said, "Xiao Fang, why don't you come to my house to make beautiful works of art?" "good!" Xiao Fang readily agreed. Xiao Ming then called Xiaohong and invited Xiaohong to come home to make artworks. Xiaohong also agreed. After a while, Xiao Ming heard the door sound of "Ding Dong, Ding Dong". He ran to open the door at once. It turns out that Xiao Fang is coming. "Why are you here so early?" "I'm in a hurry, I want to make beautiful works of art quickly!" At some point, Xiaohong came.
Three friends got together, and Xiao Ming asked, "What works of art shall we make?" Xiaohong winked and said, "Shall we make a lamp?" Xiao Fang said, "Is it too difficult to make a lamp?" Xiaohong asked, "Xiao Fang, what do you think?" Xiao Fang thought for a moment and said, "Why don't we make drinking cups?" Xiao Ming said, "This is a good idea. I agree! " Xiaohong also agreed: "All right! So what tools do we need to make cups? " Xiao Ming patted his chest and said, "No problem, it's my treat. How about we use these abandoned empty cans to make beautiful and exquisite cups? " Xiao Fang and Xiao Ming said in unison, "Good idea!"
There are too many cooks for three people. Xiaohong picked up the scissors and cut them a few times. The empty jar immediately turned into a drinking cup. Xiao Ming and Xiao Fang couldn't help praising her for cutting fast and well. Later, they began to make many kinds of cups: some were like chandeliers and some were like flowerpots. ...
Looking at these beautiful works of art, everyone smiled happily.
I was particularly interested in music when I was a child. As soon as I hear beautiful music, I will stand there motionless and stare at the performer. When my mother saw it, she found a teacher to teach me to play the piano.
At first, the teacher taught me how to play the piano. She asked me to bring a ping-pong ball with me in every class, so that I could hold it in my palm to prevent it from falling. Table tennis was always "disobedient" when I first practiced, and I went home to practice my hands every day. A week later, my table tennis began to "obey". Slowly, whether I hold table tennis or not, my hand is still holding table tennis.
Having mastered the hand shape of playing the piano, the teacher began to teach me scales. She asked me to play the scale once a week. I thought the scale was too boring at first, so I didn't practice it seriously. Later, the teacher said to me, "scale is the foundation of all music." Only by playing the scales well can the music be played well. " So I began to play seriously. I practice every day. If I keep playing staccato, I will keep practicing until I am fluent, and then I will play the next song.
Soon, my scale passed, and I happily dragged my mother to buy books. I can finally play music! The teacher left the songs from Tang Xiao first. Although they are simple, I often encounter problems. For example, the intensity of practice is not enough, either too heavy or too light, and the pop-up music is always stuttering and not smooth. So when I go home, I always practice music in sections until I get it right. A week later, the teacher assigned me a new tune, and I practiced as before.
Now, I can play many songs in my dreams, such as childhood memories and weddings. I was also inspired: everything should be laid a good foundation, just like building a building. If you don't lay a good foundation, even the best building will collapse. Although I have made a lot of efforts in the process of learning piano in recent years, I also feel the beauty of music! I like playing the piano!