Composition for unit 8 of the first volume of the sixth grade Chinese language (writing about the art of a song)
This is very simple. It is nothing more than the song writing skills, the style of the song, and the mainstream status of the song. In fact, you can refer to the appreciation of ancient poetry, find a book of Tang poetry and Song lyrics, read and appreciate them, and just follow the following. Composition of unit 8 of the first volume of the sixth grade, art
I like the piano.
When I touched it for the first time, I pressed my index finger gently, and there was a "ding" sound, crisp and elegant, which shook the deepest "string" in my heart. At that moment, I almost thought it was everything to me...
In the following days, it stayed with me, soothed my worries one after another, and listened to my talk. Music is emotional, and we don’t need words to communicate. Every night, I always meet it, and it always watches me coming and watching me go, quietly.
She and I always have endless things to say, laugh together, be happy together, and be sad together. I firmly believe that she understands me, just like I understand her...
Until One day, my mother asked me: "Do you still want to learn piano?"
I was stunned. After a while, my mother said slowly: "There will be an exam in a few days. You are already a junior high school student. Is it time to give up?!"
"Why?" I asked with a sob. "It won't affect my study, really." "It's not that I won't let you learn, but... sigh!" I raised my tearful eyes and saw the white hair on my mother's head, and the air was filled with sadness. After a long time, when a "good" came out of my mouth, two tears fell down...
The last time I came to her side, I felt like I had a thousand words to say, but I couldn't say them. Sit down quietly and play quietly, the music slowly flows out with the sliding of the fingers. Different from the past, the moment the playing starts, it seems that there are only me and her in the world, only dullness and sadness. A song After that, the lingering sound lingered for a long time. I stood up silently and stroked the black and white keys. I thought, she must have understood my heart, right?
Outside the door, conversations between my mother and the teacher poured in from time to time. In my ears. "Oh," I sighed deeply and looked at her. It’s time to end! I couldn’t hold back my tears any longer, and they fell heavily, as if they were beating on my heart.
"Goodbye!" After saying this, he turned around and walked away without a trace of nostalgia. It’s not that I’m heartless, but I’m afraid that if I stay, I’ll never be able to move forward again.
On the piano keys, crystal tears shine under the bright moonlight...
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Whenever I see the beautifully made handicrafts, I am always extremely envious and hope that one day I can use them too. Use your own hands to create a piece of work that you can be proud of.
Finally, the opportunity came. Last week, our school organized us to go to the labor base to experience the hard life at the base. We experienced the hard work of military training and the fun of paper-cutting art at the base. What makes me most happy is that I finally made a handicraft on my own that makes me feel happy.
I remember that morning, under the leadership of the teacher, we came to the "craft production" classroom, and saw the teacher taking out a bag of gypsum powder, two cups and a mold. The teacher first mixes water and gypsum powder together. After mixing evenly, he pours the gypsum into a mold. When the mold is filled, he gently shakes the mold so that the gypsum is evenly distributed in the mold. After about 4 to 5 minutes in the mold, the handicraft can be taken out of the mold. No, a handicraft that has not yet been colored is "out of the oven".
After watching the teacher’s demonstration, we started doing it ourselves. I forgot that the ratio of water to gypsum was 1:2, so I filled a cup full of water and gypsum powder. What happened? There is no way to prevent the water in the cup from overflowing. Later, after I adjusted the ratio of water to gypsum powder, I poured the water into the gypsum. This time, I ran into trouble again - I couldn't stir it evenly. What was going on? At first I thought it was because the water was poured too fast, so I tried it again and got the same result as last time. I had no choice but to ask the teacher for advice. I explained to the teacher why the mixing was uneven. The teacher smiled and told me: "You did one of the steps wrong. You should not pour water into the gypsum powder, but pour the gypsum into the water." After listening to the teacher's explanation, I suddenly realized that, sure enough, In this way, I quickly mixed the plaster, then poured the plaster into the mold, and finally shook it evenly. After a long wait, my work "came out". Although it hasn't been painted yet, I'm still very happy.
In the afternoon, we couldn’t wait to go to another classroom to color my morning work.
While we were waiting for the teacher to arrange our seats, we held the brush in hand and colored this work. Because my work depicts two small fish swimming in the water, I must use light blue. As the base color, there is no light blue among the five paints on the table. What should I do? At this time, the teacher came over, and I asked the teacher again. The teacher still smiled and told me: "Of these five colors, you can mix them together, so that new colors will appear." Sure enough, I Mixing white and dark blue together, light blue really appeared. Later, I used the same method to mix out many colorful colors. After a while, my work finally came into being. You see, the gray lace sets off the light blue "sea water". Two small fish swim freely in the water. Two small conches and a small starfish are dotted next to it, giving people a pleasing feeling. Seeing this work, I can't help but feel very proud. Composition on unit 8 of the first volume of the sixth grade Chinese language about paper-cutting
Paper-cutting is the activity I am most interested in and it is also a folk art.
Once when I was reading a book, I saw some lifelike patterns about paper-cutting, and found a more perfect paper-cutting - "Fish Year after Year". This pattern is of a child holding a big carp in his arms with a happy smile on his face.
Whenever I see this paper-cut, this myth will come to mind: In a cold winter, a god came down to earth to observe the people's sentiments. When he came to a village, he would ask every house he visited: "Can I come in and get something to eat?" But those people were very selfish and didn't want to give their stuff to others. Until the last family, an old man accepted him and treated the guests with the only goose in the family. This was the only edible thing in their house. The god was very moved and wrote the words "fish every year" in front of their house. After writing, he flew away. At this time, their youngest son came back with a big fish in his arms, saying that he had picked it up on the road. This simple paper-cut can express that only those who are generous and helpful will be rewarded by others.
I am very interested in paper-cutting, because it not only contains short stories, but also contains meanings that help people understand the truth. The composition of the eighth unit of Chinese language in the first volume of the sixth grade is about playing the piano
The happiness that the electronic keyboard brings to me
I have many hobbies, and I am obsessed with each of them. Among them, my favorite and most obsessed with is the electronic keyboard.
I started to play electronic keyboard when I was four years old. I learned it out of my love and curiosity for music. Every black and white key on the electronic keyboard has a huge magic power in my eyes, and every beating note on the staff. In order to learn this magic and interact with the "tadpoles" on the music score, I went to the kindergarten teacher's house every week to learn the electronic keyboard. When I played the first piece of music in my life, excitement, excitement and joy filled my young heart. I began to imagine that I was Lang Lang, sitting next to the piano, playing beautiful songs one after another, and the audience in the audience was fascinated... The reality pulled me out of the fantasy, and a song "Nanniwan" played on TV caught my ear. Only then did I realize that there were many people who played better than me, so I made up my mind to surpass them!
My journey to school was bumpy. After that, I changed several teachers until I studied at Hanjiang Children's Palace. When I finished listening to the music played by the teacher, I couldn't help but close my eyes - intoxicated. The teacher told me that I could play so well in the future. I didn't quite believe it at the time.
When I first came to the Children's Palace to study, I suddenly surpassed the previous 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 has arrived - the teacher saw that I was very talented and encouraged me to take the exam. But just when I made my decision, my grandma's rheumatism broke out again and she couldn't pick me up to take me to piano lessons. Finally, I made a choice - gave up...
Now I still think that if I had continued to learn piano, my future destiny might be different. The teacher also felt sorry for me, saying that a talent was buried.
When I recall the time when I was learning the piano, I always had an uncomfortable feeling in my heart, which was very contradictory. This feeling was bitter, sweet, and sour. It's endlessly memorable...
I transferred someone else's, and I can change the electronic keyboard into a piano
Composition on the eighth unit of Chinese language in the sixth grade volume 1 about calligraphy
Me The pain and joy of learning calligraphy
I have been learning calligraphy for three years, and now I can write very good calligraphy (at least I and other children of the same age think so). Do you want to know how I practiced it? There is a lot of pain and joy in it.
I remember one day when I was 6 years old, my mother took me to Hairi Painting and Calligraphy School to admire the children's works. There are calligraphy works in various fonts, as well as many ink paintings and gouache paintings of various shapes. I am extremely envious and want to learn this skill. So my mother took me to sign up.
At that time, the teacher asked me to try to write, but I couldn’t even hold a brush. I picked up the brush like a crayon, and my hands were covered with ink. Now that I think about it, How ridiculous. Teacher Huang slowly corrected my pen-holding posture, and then asked me to try to write a horizontal line with the brush.
As a result, the horizontal line I wrote was covered with "goosebumps". However, Teacher Huang said that I have strong receptive ability, and with my mother’s repeated pleas, she still accepted me.
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 Teacher Huang. You must know that I was terrible at painting colors at that time, and the "horizontal" and "vertical" words I wrote were certainly not visible to anyone. Teacher Huang saw me "tracing" so seriously, and encouraged me and said, "Ding Tao is making great progress, let's see how good you are with the pen!" I worked even harder after being praised.
But I was very naughty at that time. In my mother's words, "I couldn't sit still for a second." I started to make little moves within five minutes of writing. Teacher Huang quietly walked up to me and said to me: "Ding Tao, do you want to write as well as this kid? Hurry up and practice!" Seeing everyone immersed in practicing, I picked up the pen again embarrassedly. Less than five minutes later, I poked my head to look at the children at the next table; for a while, I deliberately used a brush to scribble on my clothes, pants, table and chairs; for a while, I knocked over the plate filled with ink... which made the teacher No peace. Teacher Huang had to stand by my side 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 did not do well, but also prevented me from losing confidence. In this way, with Teacher Huang's constant reminders and guidance, I slowly mastered calligraphy. I have learned some tips, and the time I spend practicing attentively in each class is getting longer and longer.
When I was in the first grade, Teacher Liu knew that I was learning calligraphy, so he specially asked me to participate in the school's calligraphy class, and I was very happy. However, I am still very careless and naughty. Although I have high understanding and rapid progress, I am always dirty every time I go home after writing calligraphy. So my mother prepared a pair of sleeves for me and asked me to wear them in calligraphy classes, but I didn’t like wearing sleeves. Once, when I was playing with my classmate at the next table, he accidentally spilled the ink on my desk. Because I usually write very dirty and I am afraid of being scolded by the teacher, so I quickly wiped the ink clean with the sleeves of my clothes, and then put on the sleeves my mother prepared for me. In this way, I easily passed the school teacher test. But when I got home, my mother tried her best to clean the ink stains on my school uniform, so she had to buy a new set of uniforms for me. That time I was scolded severely by my mother, and I felt aggrieved. I didn't use clothes to wipe it, so I was scolded by the teacher, and if I wiped it, I was scolded by my mother. So I stopped going to the interest class because of my anger. Now that I think about it, I really regret it. If only Teacher Xu could forgive me and accept me as a disciple again.
Soon, I passed the word "zheng" and "yong". One day, Teacher Huang discussed with my mother and me, hoping that if I could practice hard and persist for two years (including two holidays from Monday to Friday), I would get good results. I was a little hesitant because I was sitting there for half a day or a whole day. I was so tired! Then I thought about all the free time during the winter and summer vacations, and I wanted to give up. My mother told me that calligraphy is the essence of ancient Chinese culture. It can cultivate the mind and character and will be very helpful for my future. Teacher Huang also dreamed about the joy of future success with me. I finally made up my mind and chose to learn it.
This is my first summer vacation studying calligraphy at Teacher Huang’s house. I come to Teacher Huang’s house at 7:30 every morning (Monday to Friday) and write all day long (except for lunch break and lunch). My mother picks me up after get off work. It all sounds a bit incredible. But somehow, I didn’t feel very bitter at the time. Maybe it was because there was a good atmosphere, or maybe I was thinking that my work would be released soon. A summer vacation has passed. Not only did I not miss my homework (I did it on Saturdays, Sundays and evenings), my calligraphy has also improved by leaps and bounds. Although I also envy my classmates who learned to swim, visited the scenic spots in the motherland, and surfed the Internet or played games to their heart's content during the summer vacation, I think it was still worth it, and I gradually fell in love with calligraphy.
After I completed the two works, I always felt that they were almost done. I began to feel that practicing calligraphy was a bit boring, I lost interest, and I always got distracted during practice. Fortunately, Teacher Huang discovered it in time and gave me a new font - Zhang Qianbei. I suddenly felt that it was very fresh and challenging, and this font also suited me, with thick and elegant strokes. The more I wrote, the more devoted I became. Seeing how hard I worked, Teacher Huang started one-on-one teaching. I also cherish this opportunity. It is true that "hard work pays off". With Teacher Huang's careful education and my own efforts, I won the second prize in the "Mocai Cup National Children's Painting and Calligraphy Competition".
This is the story of how I learned calligraphy. It made me understand that only by hard work can I gain something. I will definitely continue to practice.
A 400-word composition for the eighth unit of Chinese language in the sixth grade is about singing
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Although I am tone-deaf, I particularly like singing, and most of the songs I sing are high-pitched songs. However, there are exceptions, such as Choi Kyung-ho's sad "Father", which is one of the songs I must sing in the karaoke hall. Whenever I sing this song, I will be full of emotion and blood boiling, and a mountain-like feeling of fatherly love will ripple in my heart. "It was when I was a child, I often sat on my father's shoulders. My father was the ladder for my son to reach the sky, and my father was the ox that pulled the cart..."
The lyrics are simple and touching. Mother's love can be reflected everywhere in our lives, but father's love must be experienced with heart. Mother's love is great, father's love is sacred; mother's love covers the earth, father's love fills the sky; mother's love is integrated into life and is everywhere; father's love is deeply integrated into the heart and is not expressed lightly. Father's love is like a mountain, father's love is like a song! In my mind, my father is usually taciturn, but his not-so-tall body carries the burden of the whole family, and his not-so-broad shoulders bear the responsibility of the family...
The song "Father" first appeared in a family drama called "My Dad, My Mom" ??that was broadcast in 1996. At that time, Choi Kyung-ho's sad tone and soulful singing immediately touched my heart. The melody of "Father" has always been lingering in my heart and I can't get rid of it. So I tried every means to copy this song and play it often. Every time I listened to it, I would have a new feeling and understanding of my father. From the melody of the song, I seem to see my father running around and busy for life, and I seem to see my father working hard for the family. Every time I hear this familiar and touching melody, it always makes me burst into tears.
Although it has been nearly thirty years since my father left me, I still cannot forget him. He always devoted himself silently to his family and his children until the end of his life. This song is the interpretation of his father. Choi Kyung-ho sang this song movingly, expressing his longing for his father.
Because I often sing this song, even though I am not familiar with vocal music, I can sing it very well. Therefore, whenever friends get together to sing, "Father" has become my must-sing repertoire. Whenever I finish singing, This song will win a round of applause from everyone, and I will also be immersed in the artistic conception of the lyrics.
This person has passed away and has become a memory. Now that I am a father, I have obviously felt the heavy burden of family on my shoulders. Fortunately, "Father" appears in my life all the time, motivating and inspiring me from time to time... Unit 8 of Chinese Language in Volume 1 of Sixth Grade Composition
When I was ( ) years old, something broke into my life - guzheng.
When I first saw the guzheng, it exuded a woody fragrance and had 21 tone ropes, which were respectively the bass area, the alto area, and the treble area. At that time, I happened to see a big sister playing the guzheng on TV and thought the sound it made was so beautiful! So I decided: learn guzheng!
I told my mother about this idea, and she readily agreed and took me to a music store to sign up one weekend. The teacher played a little song for me. Listening to the beautiful sound of the piano, I felt extremely excited: I am about to learn this wonderful guzheng!
In the first class, the teacher taught me what bass, alto, treble are and their positions. He also told me which strings are 1, 2, 3, 5, and 6; the 5 string is green, and said that the left hand must hold down 3 and 6 so that the right hand can play 4 and 7.
I put on my guzheng fingers and happily played everything the teacher taught me. My heart was full of excitement and pride. I can finally play the piano as beautifully as the big sister on TV!
After one year of studying, the boring practice every night made me impatient and I started to become irritable. My mother saw it and said to me sternly: "Since you have chosen it, you must stick to it!" It was summer vacation and I wanted to go out to play, but my father said to the side: "The guzheng still needs to be tested for grades!" Yes, it's still there! I have to take the exams, I can't just give up halfway!
So, I picked myself up again and kept practicing every day. Not only can I play the entire song, but I also play it very beautifully! During the exam, I unexpectedly got a "good" score, which greatly boosted my confidence.
So far, I have learned level 7. In the process of learning guzheng, I tasted the ups and downs of practice, and also realized what perseverance means.
Guzheng - brought rich colors to my childhood, and built a beautiful colorful bridge for my future life.
I love guzheng!