My Story with the Big Drum Essay 350 Words

Now, I am a drummer in the school, and I play the drum. Because I can play the drum with vigor and always remember the music, I became an elite member of the team selected by my teacher to participate in the "June 1" happiness party. It was a great feeling! It's awesome!

But there's one feeling that's even better than being a member of the elite, and that's the honor of playing the drums!

Before I entered the drum and bugle corps, how could I not dare to imagine that I could join this honorable group; how could I not dare to imagine that I could become a big drummer; how could I not dare to imagine that I could also become an elite player. But ever since I picked up the drum, waved the drumsticks, beat the drum, listening to the "dong" - "dong" sound echoing in my ears, I feel so excited, so happy.

That day, I came to school, ran to the radio room, picked up my beloved drums down to the playground, and practiced with my teammates. --"Dang!" - "Dang!" - "Dang! - "dong dong" - "dong dong" ...... I was beating the drum while I felt the feeling of the drum's drumming and the sound of my heartbeat merging into one, a feeling I can no longer describe in words, and which I can only understand by experiencing it myself.

The drums and I, it seems, have a friendship, it is my close friend in music, and it makes me feel the infinite joy that music brings to me.

I love the feeling of playing the big drum. Thank you! My big drum.