Five six seven eight. "With the teacher's crisp voice, I entered the world of dance! When I opened the door to dance, my love for dance could not fade away.
Dancing is a boy's job, and learning to dance from Du Fu is an enlightening composition.
Come to think of it, I have been learning dance for almost six years! In the past six years, there have been laughter, tears and pain.
It was also spent in "stumbling and gritting your teeth"! "Dear students, today I will introduce a new teacher, Miss Zhao Jie, to Dazhi's family."
In the summer of 20 15, Mr Zhao Jie took over our class. The teacher is very strict, and we can't help crying when we practice the basic knife method! When I get home, I often lie in bed and turn into a pool of mud. I really can't stand the lack of solid basic skills and don't want to learn dance! Other friends feel the same way! But out of love for dance, let's "overthrow" this idea together! We stick to it together, in the competition, in the performance and in the exam.
The performance is more exciting! Won more applause, flowers and honors.
2. The inspiration of writing something inspired me to dance once.
Last Friday, the students of our fifth-grade choir came to school happily in beautiful chorus costumes and bright red scarves. Because at 3: 30 in the afternoon, I will take part in the video contest of "Singing Red Songs and Reciting Classic Poems" in Wuxia Town. We participated in the programs "Singing Two Little Boys Let the Cowherd Go" and "Song of the Young Pioneers".
At three o'clock in the afternoon, the students proudly came to the music classroom and lined up quickly. Everyone is full of confidence and ready to fight this war. Suddenly, a familiar figure came in. It turns out that President Cai came to see our performance. My heart immediately excited, I thought: I must accompany the role of "grass" to make the finishing point. I'm dressed in green, as green and lovely as grass!
Piano accompaniment began, and I immediately entered the role: when the second primary school was playing, our grass was in a happy mood and our faces were full of smiles; When the second primary school brought the enemy into the ambush, our grassland was also very tense; When the second pupil fell to death on a big stone, our grass was so sad that it shed tears ... My feelings changed with the change of the plot, and I felt very devoted and successful. But when I was doing the last pose, I accidentally didn't do it well.
After the chorus, some students complained that I was deliberate and said that I was very delicate. I quickly apologized and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." But they still whispered and didn't forgive me at all. The more I think about it, the sadder I feel, and the more I think about it, the angrier I get. I told this story to Miss Yang, the dance teacher. Teacher Yang comforted me and said, "They are also thinking of the collective. Actually, your last move was quite good. As long as the teacher is satisfied and you feel good, don't worry about what others say. "
Yes, "go your own way and let others talk!" " "
On September 28th, with the attention of all teachers and students, the gymnastics competition "Sail of Hope" of Guangya Primary School in Yangdong finally kicked off.
Everyone watched carefully, but some students in Class 5 (6) sitting next to them were pointing at the performance of junior students and laughing at them, which really made me angry.
After a long time, it was finally our turn to play, and everyone began to get nervous. At the beginning of music, I devoted myself to doing exercises, trying to make every detail perfect, as if there were only music and movements in the world.
After we left, we watched the wonderful performances of our big brothers and sisters in the sixth grade. I was completely shocked by the neat, rhythmic and energetic gymnastics performance.
The final result disappointed everyone-we only won the third prize in the whole grade. Everyone immediately turned to look at Miss Li's expression. Some students boldly asked, "Miss Li, aren't you angry?" Miss Li just smiled and asked us to sit down.
Back in the classroom, Miss Li said to us, "There are many games in life, and there is always a winner. What matters is how you treat every game. Did you try your best to finish it? The teacher is still very happy that you won the third place. "
Although the gymnastics competition is over, the teacher's words are forever engraved in my heart. This is also the most unforgettable gymnastics competition I have ever participated in.
My hobby is dancing. How to write a 400-word composition? My hobby is dancing.
When I was in the first grade, one day in the music class, the teacher said, "Who wants to take the little swan dance class, please sign me up." I went to the teacher to sign up.
I will go to Little Swan Dance Class to learn dance on Tuesday, Friday and Saturday. I have learned all the first-level combinations from grade one to the present. There are walking, big apples, counting stars, expanding fingers, leg press, swinging arms, dancing and so on. ...
Learning dance is hard. Some students were so tired that they were sweating, while others cried. But we still keep a close eye on every demonstration of the teacher and concentrate on imitating every movement of the teacher.
One day I was sick, and I still insisted on learning dance. Mother said, "MengMeng, will you stop learning dance today?" I said, no. Mother said, "Can I buy you something?" I also said, "No". Mother had no choice but to say, "All right." I said cheerfully, "Great." Finally, my mother sent me to learn dance.
Once at noon, I overslept. My mother called me, but I didn't hear her. Finally got up at five o'clock, and my mother quickly sent me to learn dance by electric car. The teacher said, "Liu, why are you late?" I said, "Go to sleep, I overslept." The classmates all laughed, and I bowed my head in embarrassment.
I used to be sickly. Since I learned dance, my body is getting better and better, healthier and higher. I like learning dance very much.
I like learning dance, because learning dance can exercise my body.
5. The interest in composing music and dancing is 400 words long. When I was a child, I used to sit in front of the TV and was fascinated by dance. I was immersed in the beautiful melody and the dancer's gentle dance. Since then, I have formed an indissoluble bond with dance.
I have been practicing folk dance since kindergarten. In the second grade of primary school, my dance teacher and I participated in the competition in Zhuji Grand Theatre. As a result, I won the second prize, and the teacher bought me a beautiful dance skirt with the bonus. In this way, I became more interested in dancing.
In the third grade, my mother enrolled me in a Latin dance training class. Looks like I'll do it. After a class, the teacher praised my mother for my high understanding, intelligence and studiousness. I'm flattered. At first, my mother just asked me to exercise, but later I became more and more interested. In this way, I persisted for three years without interruption.
Now, my classmates and I are rehearsing a dance together to prepare for the competition. In recent days, I have a backache, and I want to give up and quit several times, but the perseverance brought by my love for dance has prompted me to give up this idea. It is my passion for dancing that makes it a hobby that I can never give up, and my dancing career will continue forever.
6. I remember that a dancer wrote an article about me in about 400 words. There are a pair of big eyes under thick eyebrows, a mouth like a red apple, and black hair.
I am a girl who loves dancing, and I admire the famous dancer Yang li Ping very much. I like dancing very much. As long as there is music on TV, I can't help dancing.
Perhaps influenced by my mother, I like dancing since I was a child. Mother said: "Learning to dance can make people more temperament, just hold your head up and hold your chest high, just like a beautiful princess!" " "I began to learn to dance when I was in the middle class of kindergarten. After I went to primary school, I signed up for dance training classes every semester.
After hard work and hard training, everything paid off, and I finally stood out among many people! I play the leading role every time I go out to perform. I dream of becoming a dancer every day.
Mother saw me this pair of silly, said; "Pure heart, what's the use of dreaming here? You have to make your dreams come true with practical actions! " So, for this dream, I will eat anything. I got up early on Saturday because I had to learn dance.
I often have backache when practicing basic skills, and sometimes I can't even walk, but I never complain. Once, I got sick and insisted on learning dance.
After the teacher knew this, he praised me and said, "You are really a girl who loves dancing. You can come to class with your illness, and you will be successful when you grow up! " Hearing this, my heart is sweeter than eating honey, and my state is much better. This semester, I studied dance in Minxi Dance Art Center.
At the end of the term, because I danced beautifully and studied hard, my teacher gave me the title of "excellent little dancer". My heart was full of joy, and my parents happily said to me, "A pure heart, don't be proud,' modesty makes people progress, and pride makes people lag behind'. I will cheer in the future."
I am such a girl who loves art and dance.
7. The composition describing dance is illuminated by the faint light on the stage, showing a stage full of Buddha's light-holy, sacred and noble.
On the stage, a group of smiling graceful girls stand under the shelf of the giant Buddha's head, which makes people's hearts melt in this spring smile instantly. From the front, these dozens of girls stand straight in a row, as if they were alone.
Hands lined up, beautiful and elegant, like a peacock spreading its wings; Like the golden lotus, pure and noble. They cooperated perfectly and showed the audience a beautiful picture with flexible body language on the stage, that is, Guanyin with a thousand hands.
Buddha is holy and quiet, while youthful vitality is vigorous. The two seem to be contradictory, but Avalokitesvara combines them perfectly and sublimates them on the stage.
It was quiet and elegant just now, and the quiet music became fanatical in an instant. The girl who seemed to be alone just now was also infected by this music, jumping and splashing water on the stage like fireworks. All the gestures are full of youthful vitality, as if they lit a fire in their hearts-the fire of life.
People only marvel at the beauty of a successful flower, but at first, her bud soaked the tears of struggle and shed the blood rain of sacrifice. What's more, a group of deaf people performed a wonderful program? In the eyes of ordinary people, it is not easy for ordinary people to complete such a difficult dance. For them, more and more efforts must be made.
"Ten minutes on stage, ten years off stage", how many tears and dedication did the girls have in this short ten-minute dance? Nobody knows. But imagine that if any one of them makes a small mistake, it means that the whole performance is a failure.
And they are deaf in both ears and can't hear anything at all. They rely entirely on rote memorization. Therefore, how hard they have worked for this! Then look at their performances in a blink of an eye: beautiful and changeable, neat and standard dance blended with elegant music, full of vitality! They are not only performing a beautiful dance, but also performing a wonderful life. They are not just performing dance, but showing their love and embrace for life! What is life? They gave me the best explanation for someone in the place-never give up, never.
8.400 words (writing) What is the inspired composition of netizens? Please adopt my question! ! ! Home is a heater in winter, and home is the hope of spring; Home is a warm embrace, and home is the most beautiful paradise.
—— Inscription On the way home, the wall-covered Parthenocissus tricuspidata came into view, lush and green, which made people feel cool in the hot summer days. I just stopped cycling in front of the corridor of my apartment. Suddenly, a light and fast figure passed over my head. I was startled and looked up. It was a swallow that flew into the corridor. I followed the swallow's direction and saw a little swallow's nest on the wall of the corridor on the first floor. I don't know when it was established. It is as detailed as a small bamboo basket.
I looked at the nest carefully, and then I saw a little swallow in the nest. Its shiny black feathers are dotted with two red pearl eyes. The little swallow is still sipping her mouth, and there is a big swallow beside her. She must be the swallow's mother. She is feeding the swallows mouth to mouth. The swallow that just flew in must be the swallow's father. He put the food he had just picked up from outside on the mother swallow. I suddenly felt a warm current, a warm current rising.
This is home! Home is the heater in winter, and home is the hope of spring! Home, how nice! Warm home is really nostalgic! I tiptoed upstairs so as not to disturb them. From then on, we can see such a scene every day: swallows fly in and out with food in their mouths, whispering and shouting, adding vitality and affection to our corridor.
Whenever night falls and the cold wind blows, three swallows snuggle in a small nest, sometimes snuggle together, chirping birds and conveying the fragrance of flowers in their hearts, which is very comfortable and quiet. Home is a warm embrace, and home is a beautiful paradise! Home, how nice! A warm home is really intoxicating! The sun rises and the moon sets. Spring has come and winter has come. The little swallow grew up and flew in and out with the big swallow.
Swallow's home has become a member of our whole dormitory. Swallow's home and our human family live in harmony and set each other off. May the swallow's home be warm, the human home warm and the world home warm.
As I grew older, there was a generation gap between my parents and me. I seldom communicate with them in this respect. Maybe my parents care too much about me. They often look at my personal privacy. I have lost my temper several times, but I have never lost it in front of them.
I went home one day and habitually opened the drawer after entering the room, and found that the drawer had been turned over. Although it was neatly arranged, I still found some "pearl clues", my diary, and I hesitated for a long time before I was sure it was my parents. The more I think about it, the angrier I get. I rushed to the living room and sat on the sofa angrily. I didn't call my parents who were watching TV. I just look angry and dare not speak.
The deadlock continued, and my mother finally said, "Why are you so angry?" "Fake good man, know perfectly well past ask!" I cursed in my heart, but I didn't answer. "Your mother is talking to you! You didn't hear. "
Dad yelled at me when he saw that I didn't answer my mother. "What's the matter, I don't even have the right to speak?" I can't bear it any longer. I deliberately said such a sentence to provoke them, and I felt Japanese when I said it.
"You child, how can you talk to your parents like this? You have no respect for your parents! " "Have you ever respected me?" I took a detour with them and made it clear. ""Anyway, we are doing it for your own good. "
Mother said quietly, with a little confidence. "For my own good, don't read my diary is good for me? Did you ask my permission? Have you considered my feelings? "
I tried to hold back my tears as I spoke. "Anyway, what we do is for your own good."
Looking at mom and dad, I can't listen anymore. I ran into the room, slammed the door, and lay on the bed and began to cry. Tears can't hold back any longer. I feel very sad in my heart. Why do they disrespect me so much? Is it love for me? Looking at the family photos hanging on the wall and the kindness of parents, I don't believe it. Are they really my former parents? Mom and Dad, please give me a blue sky that belongs to me, let me fly freely, let me really have the ladder of free growth, truly belong to myself ... "It will always be unique and irreplaceable: this is the memory of my childhood."
Yes, Dugard is right. Whenever I recall a stupid thing I did when I was a child, I can't help laughing.
This childlike event began in the summer when I was six years old. At that time, there were so many mosquitoes that even sleeping with mosquito-repellent incense would be bitten by mosquitoes.
I can't bear it, and I'm determined to think of a clever way to kill mosquitoes. After many troubles, I finally thought of a "coup": don't mosquitoes feed on blood? Then it is very sensitive to red! According to this reasoning, you can have a good sleep as long as you distract mosquitoes with red tonight! Thinking about it, I smiled first.
Grandma saw me laughing happily and asked me why I laughed so happily. I seriously said this "plan".
After listening to this, she also smiled. When she was about to tell me something, I interjected, "Please give me a red marker in order to complete this important mission."
Grandma may have given up the idea of telling me the truth when she saw me so persistent. She smiled and gave me a red marker. I picked up a watercolor pen and painted red on the wooden ladder, cabinet and wall in the utility room.
Soon, you will be finished. I can finally have a good sleep tonight! Thought of this, the in the mind is beautiful and diligent.
The next morning, I woke up in a daze and scratched habitually. An idea flashed through my mind at once-I was bitten by a mosquito again last night.
I got out of bed and cried angrily. I asked my grandmother, "Why doesn't my method work? Why? " Grandma stroked my head and told me, "Silly child, mosquitoes will know where there is blood sucking when they smell it." How will they react when they see red? " Besides, it's dark at night and mosquitoes can't see. "I wanted to think, feel reasonable, don't cry.
Looking at the red watercolors on the walls, wooden ladders and wooden cabinets, I was blindsided, as if I had just experienced the "Nanjing Massacre".
9. How to write the enlightenment of the exam in the composition "Enlightenment of XX"
Another exam is over. I will get a lesson or some experience in every exam. The enlightenment of this exam is that negligence will always exist.
After I finished the math test, I felt good. The test paper is simple and the questions are smooth. Then I checked it carefully. After I got all the answers, I always had a hope: I got full marks in the math exam.
Out of the examination room, the hope of getting full marks is getting closer and closer to me. I boldly checked the answers with my classmates, and the questions were correct. Seeing that some students were depressed and annoyed because they found the wrong questions in their answers, I thought to myself: It feels good to have all the answers right. I'm really glad that I checked carefully after I finished the exam. At that time, I was happier than ever.
But before long, this special joy turned into my unprecedented sadness and disappointment.
"I painted that picture very big." I'm a little happy to say.
"No, well, not much.
I was shocked. Did I draw it wrong? Impossible, I have drawn this picture twice. It should be that the other party made a mistake, or it is a personal emotional difference. Am I so comforted? Myself. But my heart is still very uneasy.
I dare not answer confidently any more, but I overheard another group of people report the answers that disturbed me in unison. I was dumbfounded. I was really wrong. It's really my fault! I can't believe I crossed the picture with the text! I can't believe I didn't check out that this is a thousand calculations, but it is still ignored! The hope of full marks suddenly burst in my heart like a bubble. 3 points just slipped away from my test paper. Such an easy test paper, such a big loss of 3 points!
In this way, I regretted it all afternoon.
This is negligence, you can't hide it. However, because the ranking is calculated according to the total scores of the four courses, the results of other subjects have finally lived up to my efforts. So we can draw a second revelation: learning needs all-round development. Perhaps because of the Excellence in other aspects, the overall score has improved. Of course, if we try our best to reduce negligence and improve the Excellence of other subjects, the total score will be greatly improved. Therefore, all-round development is very important.
Generally speaking, negligence is inevitable, but it can be minimized. All-round development is a shortcut to make up for negligence.
Hope to adopt! \(^o^)/~