Composition about Love Grade Two 1
I have long heard that the clarinet in our school is one of the best in the county and even the whole province. Well, in my new music class, the teacher gave each of us a "new equipment"-an eight-hole clarinet. For this clarinet, I am a treasure.
When I first played clarinet, I wanted to play a song with it, but the key problem was that I had never even learned fingering, so I had to learn fingering well with my teacher first.
Just when I was confident to learn fingering well, the problem came.
Whenever I play the alto duo, I obviously have pressed my finger on the hole very tightly, but I still blow out a shrill sound. When I took my hand off the clarinet, there was a small hole mark on each finger. I have to work hard to do this. At this time, I always think optimistically: this is the result of my hard training.
With the belief of "don't abandon, don't give up", I will take some time to practice clarinet every day. Finally, I learned two fingering methods of clarinet with Yoshitoshi, and the intonation played was "lever".
After learning fingering well, I will "March forward" to the music score.
Choosing a good song is the key to playing clarinet. Day after day, year after year, I searched around the clock and finally found a classic and world-famous song-"Two Tigers". With my unremitting efforts, I can play this "famous song" without watching the score. Awesome!
Pride is pride, and it will not fall off at the critical moment.
Every time I have a music class, I will show my best to face it. Because I know that every note represents the passion and love of the performer. They all have souls and lives. What I hope is that every note blown from me and my flute is an elf, lively and aura.
The flute is just a tool for playing music, and the most important thing is the heart. With that love in your heart, no matter what music, it is beautiful in your ear.
Try to love music, and you will learn to love life.
Composition 2 about loving the second day of junior high school
Residual flowers don't want to wither because of their love for spring, yellow leaves don't want to return to their roots for a long time because of their love for autumn, and hay doesn't want to bend over because of their love for life ... It is because of their love that they have created a different posture. Every time I talk about love, I think of the vitality of green. ...
That green life is grandpa's yard, where the seasons are evergreen and colorful. The edge of the yard is covered with peas, and the thin body of peas is covered with vines, like a little girl's curly hair, which is very beautiful. Leaves like jade, bulging peas, embedded in hair like hairpins, make hair more beautiful! In the corner of the yard, there is also a honeysuckle tree. Among the criss-crossing branches, you can find white elves, wearing long white dresses, like cicadas. A breeze blew, and a special fragrance was refreshing. The middle of the yard is full of neat vegetables, full and strong, showing the vitality of life.
It was my grandfather who created this vegetable garden. Grandpa is seventy years old and his hair is black and white. The dense wrinkles indicate that he has gone through a long time. In summer, he often wears a white shirt, and in winter, he wears a gray cotton-padded jacket. You can tell at a glance that it is a typical farmer. Grandpa likes farming. Since a few acres of land at home were requisitioned by the government and a factory was built, Grandpa began to turn the yard into a "vegetable world". Although the family thinks that the soil in the yard is not good and the atmosphere is not good, it is only suitable for planting flowers, but grandpa insists on planting vegetables, and no one can stop him.
The ideal is beautiful, but the reality is cruel. Grandpa's "vegetable world" has just been built, and it has attracted a group of special guests. Caterpillars are gnawing at leaves, and even sparrows fly in from time to time to enjoy this sumptuous meal. I thought grandpa's mood must be like a withered cucumber, which is terrible. Unexpectedly, Grandpa just smiled and waved, and the old voice could not conceal his inner confidence: "This is a piece of cake, don't worry ..."
Finally, he prepared his own insecticide and hung a small mirror. The sunlight reflected by the mirror is shaking in the yard, which is extremely dazzling. It is true that sparrows are scared away by this "monster". Before every typhoon landed, grandpa cared for vegetables more like his father. He must put a plastic bag on the outside of the vegetable field to build a greenhouse for vegetables without external interference. It is precisely because of Grandpa's love for the land that vegetables grow better and stronger year by year.
In a trance, I seem to understand something. Yes, life should be like grandpa. You should try your best to pay for what you love, and the harvest is always good.
Composition 3 about loving the second day of junior high school
It's winter, and it's always so cold outside when I go to school in the morning. At this time, the sun often hides in the clouds, which seems to be intentional, perhaps to test our will! When the cold wind comes, everyone will still tremble. There is almost no expression on our frozen faces. If there is, I just complain about the color of this winter. The vitality that originally belonged to us seems to have temporarily retired at this moment. It was not until the school bus came that we rushed into the warm carriage. Look will gradually ease down, and the smile between words will increase.
When the school bus started, I looked out of the window and saw all kinds of people: sanitation workers were trying to clean the streets, fearless, disappointed and conscientious; Office workers carry briefcases and walk in a hurry, with eagerness, seriousness and love for work; In the park, there are always some grandfathers and grandmothers doing morning exercises leisurely, or walking in groups of three or five, and their brow is clearly full of satisfaction and joy. ...
I found three kinds of people between observation-one kind of person, with a bitter face and full of resentment against the cold; A person with a calm face and a fearless mind; There is another kind of person who always smiles, as if bathed in the spring breeze. Why are there three different people in the same environment? What makes them so different? I understood between hard thinking-that is the heart. A person's heart is full of rejection of many things, then he will be gloomy; A person has experienced more and walked more, and his mood will become determined and fearless; There is also a person who feels everything with a kind and optimistic attitude, so the whole world is beautiful and worthy of his love.
My heart suddenly became clear. Looking at the cloudy weather and the branches swaying with the wind seems to have a unique taste!
When the bus arrived, I walked to the school gate with agile steps. The cold wind is still there, but I have a feeling that I am also loving the whole world.
Composition 4 about loving the second day of junior high school
As the saying goes, the book has its own golden house, and the book has its own Yan Ruyu. Books are like my bosom friends. I love reading and knowledge.
Every book contains knowledge, but I like the scenery along the way. This book seems to have magic power. I can get knowledge from it every time I read it, which makes me never tire of reading it.
However, today's parents are still old-fashioned. They don't let their children read casual books. In order to get their children into any key high school, they drown their children in the sea of questions all day. My parents are not allowed to read leisure books either. It seems that the best of my 36 schemes is to steal a look!
Mom and dad are taking a nap. "all right! You can learn! " I quietly cheered. I crept into the toilet with the book "Landscape" on my arm, plugged in the door, turned on the light, and sat on the toilet and read it with relish. ...
I read an article called "Power" this time, saying that the boys in Class Two (1) have no respect for people, especially for Teacher Zhang. One day on the way to school, a taxi hit the wool head. Teacher Zhang behind him rushed up and pushed the wool head away, but he died under the wheel. ...
After reading this story, I was moved to tears This is love, this is power! Every time I think of Teacher Zhang, I swear that I must study hard and live up to the teacher's hopes for us.
Then I read one story after another. At this point, I have reached the state of selflessness, and when I read it touching, my tears unconsciously fell down. When I read interesting places, I will laugh happily.
Books are the source of knowledge. The Soviet writer Gorky once said: "Books are the ladder of human progress." Books are your beacon in the dark and your personal teacher when you encounter problems. Books, let you learn to be strong and let you learn to live. Love books, he is the source of knowledge!
Composition 5 about loving the second day of junior high school
Walking on the earth in October, every ray of sunshine, every tree, every touch of bright red and every touch of ancient yellow on the road will make me move. They are all my little motherland.
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A small medal
At dusk, the twilight climbed into the sky. Grandpa sat on the wooden chair in his room and quietly looked at the green military uniform hanging on the wall. The military uniform is very flat, but the traces of the years are still clearly visible, and the medals on the chest shine in the golden twilight in the evening. Grandpa's military experience is full of vigor and blood. "When I was young, I used to wear it to defend my country!" Whenever grandpa talks about that past, his expression is always irrepressible, and tears are often shining in his eyes. He devoted his youth to his favorite motherland without reservation, and this military uniform that witnessed the years is the sustenance of his infinite love for the country. The way my grandfather told the military story with tears, and the hoarse and loud red song melody on the radio have been engraved in my mind and unforgettable.
A small ticket
The evening breeze blew the new moon, and my father stood in front of the locker, carefully wiping the glass frame of a ticket for the opening ceremony of the 2008 beijing beijing Olympic Games.
In 2008, the young father took this ticket and excitedly walked into the venue of the Beijing Olympic Games. Shouting loudly, the whole country reveled, and Beijing was very lively that night. Whenever my father recalls the unforgettable moment when his tender face was painted with a five-star red flag and he sat in the audience and proudly shouted out the name of the motherland, he always involuntarily lamented the greatness of the motherland. Moonlight shines on this precious ticket bearing the memory of my father and the memory of China's rapid development, and on my father's proud and happy face. The way my father carefully wiped the photo frame containing the tickets has been deeply branded in my heart and unforgettable.
A little pride
The cool breeze in the morning kissed the flying five-star red flag. I stood under the national flag, above the rostrum, solemnly holding the speech. To this day, I still cherish the slightly yellowed speech. Holding a microphone in one hand and a speech in the other, watching the five-star red flag flying in the wind, a heat flow rising from the bottom of my heart swept through every cell of my body. The breeze blew the speech and ignited my pride. The heartfelt awe of the motherland has crossed the long river of time, stopped in my heart, flowed into my body, turned into a cavity of blood and a gas field, and gave me endless strength.
Tagore said: "There are no traces of wings in the sky, but I flew over." The gears of time are constantly meshing, and the years pass by in a hurry in the rotation of the pointer. It dilutes everything and washes everything away, but our little love for the great motherland lasts forever in the long river of time.
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