Friends
Qishan No. 3 Middle School, Class 96 Liu Yichen
No more wandering in dreams..." The distant moonlight cut off a piece of heaven and earth on the balcony, and the sound of the piano was floating. Hug this "old friend" and let your heart beat to its rhythm. The beautiful melody brings me back to the midsummer when I first got to know it.
The wheat waves are rolling, and the years are flowing with gold. The scorching sun was scorching the earth, but my father and I went to a guitar class. There, I first met you. Your graceful lines, dark and shiny speakers, and textured strings made me notice you right away. Without thinking twice, I took you home. This was our first acquaintance.
My interest in music and my yearning for you make me take you to the hobby class under the scorching sun every day, where there are many of your friends. The cool breeze from the air conditioner in the classroom chills you, which is perfect for holding you in your arms. In the first class, the teacher first told us the basic knowledge about you. He told me that in order to play the guitar well, I must coordinate my left and right hands, pressing the strings with my left hand and plucking with my right hand. I couldn't wait to open my gig bag and take you into my arms.
I held down the corresponding fret with my left hand and lightly hooked the string with my right hand, but it didn’t make an unpleasant, dull sound as I expected. At this time, the teacher told me that it was because my left hand was not pressing tightly enough, so he pressed my little finger hard on the string. The hard, thin strings made me feel excruciating pain. I hurriedly plucked the strings, and then there was a crisp sound. I was shocked. I thought learning the piano was so simple, but now it seems like an impossible task. It is too difficult to press the strings. It seems I still don’t understand you.
The first day ended in pain and trial. When I returned home, I was disappointed and threw you on the bed, refusing to touch you again. My longing for you was gone, and now I am just bored. I even want to give up being friends with you. Because for several days in a row, I was still tormented by the pain of pressing the strings and never played a complete piece of music.
Until that afternoon, when class was about to end, the teacher came over and said to me: "Don't you love learning guitar? I know how you feel. It is a process for beginners to develop calluses on their fingers. Don't give up. You have to work very hard to do it effortlessly." Then he showed me the white fingertips of his left hand. On the way home, I thought of my original intention of making friends with you, of the moving music, and of the thick calluses on the teacher’s hands. I seemed to have regained my confidence, turning pain and loss into motivation for practice. When I got home, I took you out and practiced again. When it hurts, I grit my teeth, and when the strings are soaked with sweat, I wipe them dry with paper. Because I know it’s easy to give up, but it’s cool to persevere.
Slowly, you no longer feel so strange, and my fingers no longer hurt so much. When a smooth piece of music is played by me, I feel relieved because I know that we have become friends, real friends.
The evening breeze blows by, blowing away three years of companionship. In the past three years, I will talk to you when I am disappointed and play with you when I am happy. You left a deep mark on my youth. Along the way, we first met, got along, and struggled... You accompanied me through a period of youth, and I also had a special experience because of you.
You have always been by my side as I grew up, and you gave me the strength to persevere. Thank you, my best friend—guitar.
Comments on the exercise The exercise mainly describes the whole process of becoming friends with the guitar, from the difficulty of learning to playing smoothly. The idea is novel, the thinking is clear, the content is specific, the beginning and end echo each other, and the psychological description and environmental description are relatively delicate. It would be better if the details were more realistic. Come on, you outstanding young man. (Instructor: Hou Huifang) ?
? Friends
? Wei Zhaoxuan, Class 96, Qishan No. 3 Middle School
Falling flowers and flying geese, spring goes and autumn comes, my hometown The leeks in the field are cut one after another. In the movie of life, things come and go. A pair of warm hands in times of difficulty, a straightforward mirror in times of arrogance, those who laugh with you, cry with you, and run with you are the people worth cherishing forever - friends.
Looking for a close friend in the mountains and flowing water, when Boya's curling piano music meets Zhong Ziqi, the fragrance will bloom all over the place. This fragrance has also appeared in my films.
The sunshine is just right and the shadows of the trees are dancing. I like to look for the cluster of fragrance in the corner of the campus. The golden fans in autumn, the white magnolias in spring, and the dots of wild flowers in the grass are all my pleasure. Pick it off and put it in the pages of the book to create a beautiful plant specimen. When I went to the newly discovered secret garden, the sporadic sounds caused waves of anxiety and anger in my heart. I jumped forward, but I didn't expect to see an unfamiliar face, smelling the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus, looking at me with surprise, "Are you looking at flowers too?" "I'll pick the flowers and make them into books. "The dried flowers in it." She moved away and looked at the slender stems that were stretched and torn, which was the pain before separation. The delicate flowers on the branches seemed to be trying their best to bloom their beauty. "Although drying like this can preserve the beauty of the flower, I still love the life of it blooming on the branches." Her words were like a stream of water, seeping into her heart bit by bit.
A few days later, we appeared together in front of the sweet-scented osmanthus as if we had a tacit understanding. The bright little sweet-scented osmanthus still stands on the branches, and its sweet fragrance is even more refreshing after last night's storm. The dewdrops roll in along the clear petals like a slide, and disappear in the blink of an eye. Inspired by the bright and sweet smell of osmanthus, I said: "I think you are right, flowers standing on the branches are indeed more beautiful." "But the specimens of flowers can also reflect their beauty." We agreed. Look and smile. The little tacit understanding of loving flowers has subtly turned into a friendship with floral fragrance, which is intoxicating.
"Young man in bright clothes and angry horse", young people always have the momentum of a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers. This momentum will sometimes help you bravely face challenges, and sometimes it will take you to the bottom of the valley to explore the wind.
I have a dull personality and often lack the arrogance and courage of youth. During my free time in physical education classes, I usually spend my free time sitting alone, staring at the sky in a daze. My friend accompanied me to explore the void. It was a pity that her lively temperament could endure loneliness. The classmates quickly gathered around and made a bunch of good friends. You see, those people gathered around a table, talking about a topic, and when they got to the key points, they burst into laughter, and everyone around them burst into laughter. with happy bubbles. I also wanted to have this happy atmosphere, so I told my friend. She put on an expression like you have finally realized something and told me the true meaning of a happy atmosphere: "You have to take the initiative to communicate with others. It will be easy if you take the initiative. If you don't How do others know what you think? Should I sit and think about life like you do?" Her words woke me up and made me enlightened. According to her method, the effect is really good. Thanks to her for teaching me more friendships, and thanks to her for being with me all the way.
A friend is the cluster of fragrance that stays in front of the laurel tree; a friend is the figure that stays by my side; a friend is the sincere admonition from the bottom of my heart. Although they have gradually faded out of my films, their figures still remain in the sea of ????flowers in my memory frame by frame and will never fade.
Friends, "there are bosom friends in the sea, and we are as close to each other as we are to the end of the world." Warmth is with you, happiness is with you, beauty is with you, and happiness is with you.
The meaning of reluctance. It would be better if the description of the environment could match the mood of the characters and the topic could be more natural and clever.
Come on, great girl! (Instructor: Hou Huifang)