There is a stage in everyone's heart. The stage is as big as his heart, and there will be his own stage wherever he is. The following is a 600-word composition of my third day on stage, which I arranged for you. I hope you like it!
My stage The sacred operating table is the stage for doctors, the ups and downs of the stock market is the stage for financiers, and the beautiful and quiet campus is the stage for students to show their talents. Every time I think about this, I always think of a song: my stage, I create it myself. ...
Indeed, the stage is a place for us to show, and we need our own efforts. Just say my stage! She has now put on a brand-new curtain and stepped onto a new level. Nothing is left here except footprints and talents, and nothing is taken away except memory and knowledge.
This new stage that belongs to us has a resounding name-No.5 Middle School.
This stage also ushered in a commendation meeting when it ushered in the Spring Festival. When I stepped on the steps, I held the award in my hand and looked around. I remembered the feeling of setting foot on this stage for the first time. I'm nervous and excited. It is with this mood that I dare to do something on this stage, and this stage has also given me a spiritual reward. After a year, I got used to this stage and finally made great achievements, though not earth-shattering, but also made small achievements. Yes, two years ago and two years later, I was completely different. It is this stage that accompanied me to grow up and trained me from an ignorant primary school student to a knowledgeable middle school student.
At the same time, it is also at this stage that students who have fallen into a wrong path are taught to pull back from the brink, students who are inferior are taught to sing and dance, and students who are conceited are taught to frustrate difficulties and let them know how to be modest. She keeps bringing people who deviate from the stage back to the right path and gives encouragement from time to time, which is why we can feel her around.
It is because of her existence that I deeply love her. No matter how the times change, I will never forget her because she exists in my heart. It was she who helped me open the ideal door and let me plug in white wings; It is because of her guidance that I can fly in the air without losing my way; At the same time, because she taught me knowledge, I understand that only by flying higher can I see new hope.
It is this stage that allows me to show myself, understand the true meaning of life, understand the truth of being a man and learn self-confidence, which really benefits me a lot. Therefore, whether I am happy or worried, whether in good times or bad times, I am willing to fight for her. Because this is the stage that I deeply love and grew up with.
My stage 600 words selection 2 What is a stage? People may think of nothing more than glamorous clothes or dazzling lights. But this is not the case. I'm on the stage everywhere if I want to.
After entering junior high school, something called "pressure" appeared on my shoulders. I don't know what pressure is, but I feel a little tired. Seeing that I was so depressed, my mother wanted to take me out for a walk.
It's raining heavily, and there is still some fog in the air. My mother and I walked up the steps in the moss and came to the park. As usual, the park is nothing more than some happy children playing with hippies and some comfortable old people walking and exercising. I lost interest when I saw this place and said to my mother, "Go home." "No, go again." She answered me. We walked on and met a small shop deep in the park. Out of curiosity, I took a closer look.
The shop is very simple. Roughly speaking, it's just a signboard and a table. I saw a white plastic plate on the table with a bowl of sugar beside it. I think it's a store selling Tang Hua. The shopkeeper is an old man in his sixties. He is reading a book with a cup of green tea in his hand. He didn't say hello when he saw us come in. He just asked, "Do you want to eat Tang Hua?" I don't like sweets very much, but I don't know why, I said, "Eat." I watched the old man put down his book, took out his spoon and began to do it. His movements are very smooth and in one go. When he gave birth, I talked to him: "Grandpa, why don't you go back to rest at your age and come out to be a Tang Hua?" He smiled and answered me in his old voice: "Yes, I should have retired a long time ago, but I just can't afford the time. You young people live too fast now, and I have to do what I like in this remote and quiet place. " After that, he gave me Tang Hua. Seeing that I was fascinated, he asked, "Do you want to try?" I nodded my head.
With the help of the old man, I sat down at that ugly table. Learn from the old man, pick up the spoon and prepare to be Tang Hua. I thought it was a simple job, but I made a mess. The old man didn't stop me, just shook his head and said, "Young people nowadays are too impetuous." I was dizzy and continued to finish my failed work.
On the way back, I thought a lot, but I felt very relaxed. Maybe the old man's words inspired me.
Nowadays, people regard themselves as passers-by in a hurry and pretend to be this fast-paced era.
The stage needs no clothes, no lights, no applause and no flowers. I want to take Tang Hua TV Station as my stage, as the stage for my growth, and thank the old man for giving me a stage to stop being impetuous.
With the noisy streets and high-rise buildings, the world is drawing a beautiful arc in our life in a brand-new way and with fashionable steps. I thought the tide had sent away the ancient customs, like a trickle flowing eastward, and it was gone forever. In fact, it is quietly hidden in this city, and a unique calligraphy competition is being actively carried out!
The wool pen is full, just like a fresh and round big black jujube. It is slowly ground on a small inkstone plate, grinding out the philosophy of life, and then gently singing and dancing on snow-white rice paper, which not only writes heroic poems, but also spreads a layer of romantic tenderness. One horizontal, one vertical, one left, one left ... light dance, rotation, jumping and agility ... beautiful as waking up in the morning: in front of Maodian village, the moon falls in the forest and chickens sing rhyme; On Banqiao road, green frost locks the horse's whereabouts; Or the vitality of the pond: lotus leaves hang down and drink sweet springs, dragonflies ripple a little ... the quieter the heart, the more clever the words are! Like embroidery on a white silk tapestry, the wind blows gently and dances with the wind; The quieter the heart, the more peaceful it is! Calm down, this is my stage for self-cultivation
A copybook full of fonts is lying on the desktop like a paper fan. I spread it out, read it, measure it and copy it. The square figure seems to be bound by a small box like a wall, but it actually contains the beauty of Fiona Fang. Regular script is neat, official script is small and exquisite, running script is heroic and majestic, seal script is round and slender, cursive script is bohemian ... but they all have unique Chinese character rules, which are not formed by imagination, copying and simple understanding. Only when they obey the rules can they understand that the rules are the stage, the compulsory course and the principle of my life.
The teacher said that copying should not only be calmly written, but also slowly pondered. Therefore, I observed, compared, thought and carved, and the headwind was like a vibrant wintersweet growing in the cold winter, composing a short and beautiful movement for the tenacious life; The pen is like a long and wide bright road, which tells the main body of the whole story: the pen is like a pocket that suddenly tightens, and it is really flexible when it is closed skillfully! The beauty and agility of words are more important than pure sketch, but they can't be drawn without vitality. They should be as vivid as ink paintings. Slow, beautiful; Essence makes beauty! Isn't this also the stage of my life?
I think: calligraphy is like life, as long as you put your heart into it, you will create beauty; Obey the rules, we will integrate Fiona Fang and slowly produce high-quality products. Be sure to do things seriously and write poetic and ingenious words in life with a persistent attitude. In fact, each of us returned home with a full load. Practice is also the stage of our life!
Our stage is not only a stage to show talents, but also a stage to taste life in the noisy cities and buildings, in the footsteps of the times and in the stage of the soul. The quaint ancient style has long been eclectic by the emerging trend, and it has always stayed with us. It has changed our behavior, posture, language and direction, walked to the door of success, climbed the peak of life and experienced the real mystery of life. This is my stage!
I hold my head high in the face of the oncoming heat wave, and the breeze blowing slowly can't resist the summer heat. Wipe your forehead with your hand, shake it, and the sweat will fall to the ground and dry immediately.
The midday sun is getting more and more vicious, the pedestrians in the street are sparse, and the mottled shadows are swaying, adding a bit of indifference. The rising temperature is extremely irritating. I walked very fast, avoiding the dazzling sunshine.
My mother asked me to buy salt. When I came to the street scorched by the sun, I couldn't help regretting why I agreed so readily just now. Walking on the street with few pedestrians, I seem to feel that I have reached a unique stage. Sunshine is light, cicadas are music. Although there is no audience, I can still jump out of my own style.
"That's great! Here we are! " Seeing the store sign not far away, I ran over in surprise, regardless of my soaked shirt.
When I came to the door of the shop, I saw an old man with disheveled clothes. He sat on the ground, his face covered with sweat. There is a broken bowl in front of me, with only a limited one or two dollars in it. He looks sad, as if he were a beggar! I looked at him and felt pity. But I looked at the money in the hand of 5 yuan. After buying salt, I decided to turn around and go into the supermarket in order to buy cold drinks to cool off the heat.
I quickly chose a bag of salt, paid the money, and went back to prepare for a sip to quench my thirst. But just as my hand touched the bottle of drink, the begging eyes of the old man outside the door and his sweaty face came to my mind. I seem to be making an important choice. Finally, I rushed out of the supermarket.
I came to the beggar and looked at his deep eyes and wrinkles, which were eroded by years. My eyes are a little moist, so I gently put the remaining few dollars into the bowl. My heart is at ease. It seems to have become a unique stage, a stage of human nature. I also saw the audience, that is, the inner goodness, the best thing in human nature. The old man smiled at me, which made me feel that this was not my charity to him, but our spiritual exchange on the stage. Perhaps, his past is also extremely glamorous; Perhaps, he once worked as hard as he does now; Maybe ... I can't guess, but at least we are equal on the stage of human nature.
I am walking on my way home, the sky is still blue, the sun is still hot, and I feel extremely cool. Perhaps, in the eyes of others, it is the smallest thing, but for him and me, it is our mutual help on the stage of human nature. I tried my best, but what he gave me was happiness after helping others.
Here, it is also my stage, and anywhere can be my stage. Although the audience is more or less, it will never be without, because there is an audience who will definitely look at me silently, and that is my heart.
My stage is everywhere, big or small, exquisite or simple, but it is where we show ourselves and shine.
I began to learn to play drum sets at the age of six, and now I have passed Grade 10. I still remember the first time I took the CET-4.
I remember that month, in order to pass CET-4, I practiced hard every day, insisting on practicing for 30 minutes every day, and went to see the teacher every Saturday. In order to pass CET-4, I have made unprecedented efforts and efforts.
On the day of the exam, I confidently came to the examination room and sat in the waiting area waiting for the teacher to call my name. I waited nervously, flipping the music back and forth with my hands. At this time, a fat teacher with long hair walked into the waiting area and called the names of five students to the examination room, including me.
I am nervous and afraid that my long efforts will be wasted because of a temporary mistake. I followed the teacher closely, followed him around several times, and then walked into a room. The room is empty, with a drum set in the middle, and the judges' seats are less than five meters away from the drum set. A student sat by the drum set, absorbed in playing his music for the grade exam.
I sat in the seat next to me in fear and trembling, waiting for my time to play. The students sitting in front of me are playing on the ground one after another. Five, four, three, two, one. Seeing that there is only one student left in front, it will be me soon, and my heart suddenly mentioned my throat. Just listen to the judge and the teacher say, "Next!" I stepped forward with uneasy steps and unfolded the crumpled music.
At that time, my mind was blank and I only thought about one thing: "Play my normal level, this is also my stage! Just like usual practice. " I finished the music completely, but I don't know how well I play it.
A few months later, the results came out. I passed with excellent grades. I did it, my efforts were not in vain, and my efforts were worthwhile.
This is my stage too! I am a dazzling stage!