The sixth grade of primary school, the first volume of Chinese Unit 8 composition (writing the process of learning a certain skill)

I never leave anything with me, because I always feel that if I leave something with me, I will lose it, and only those who stay in my heart will never forget it. ...

It was a summer vacation, because of the piano exam, I had to resist the joy of being admitted to junior high school and practice at home. It's so sultry that I have ice in my mouth. Practice hard. From morning till noon, and then at night, I can finally shake my sore arm. I couldn't help it. I went to the balcony. ...

Suddenly, I heard a voice, hazy and clear, with a summer evening breeze, blowing in my ear, brushing my cheek and passing my Liu Haier. The leaves rustle and the sunset glow is subtle and soft. At this moment, the world became strangely quiet, as if only this voice existed. Oh, a flute. Someone is playing the flute. It's melodious, comfortable and smooth. Only a calm person can play so well.

I was intoxicated and quiet ... It took me a long time to wake up from thinking and imagination.

In the next few days, I noticed that this flute sounded every evening, but the flute I heard later was not as good as the first time. As soon as I put down the piano every day, the flute will ring on time, and I will run to the balcony to see the construction site downstairs and listen carefully. I imagine the flute player is a lonely old man, telling his own feelings; Maybe it's a child. I saw a child riding on the back of an old buffalo, playing the flute. ...

One day, I went to the balcony to look down as usual and saw a construction worker sitting on the ground, playing his flute. Suddenly, the flute came to an abrupt end. When it rang again, I was surprised to find that he was playing my music! Although the flute sounds intermittent, I can still recognize it as my favorite piece of music. I didn't see it with my own eyes In any case, I can't believe that a person can play the flute with his ears intact, and he plays it so accurately, although he is not very skilled. Is a worker I used to despise very much! I'm shocked!

In the evening, my mother actually talked about the worker: "Look at others, building a house in the sun every day, is it much more tired than you?" People blow you to bed at night, and it's easy! "

I don't complain anymore. So, in the morning, the flute in my dream woke me up; At night, the flute outside the window accompanied me to sleep. When I was practicing that piece of music, the flute always sounded quietly, but it was very light, as if I were afraid of being heard. Finally, he was no longer afraid. So the sound of piano and flute blend together, harmonious, beautiful and quiet. I am excited, tears are rolling in my eyes, and I think I have found the true meaning of this song, which was found by this worker friend. Yes, my feelings have been sublimated …

When I was taking the exam, the flute kept ringing in my ears. I understand music in my own way. Finally got into 10! I was shocked when I rushed to the balcony excitedly and prepared to summon up the courage to tell the good news to my friends I had never met. A few days of excitement and tension made me forget the buildings that have risen in front of me. Yes, I will never cooperate with that flute again!

Somewhere in the sky, I heard the flute again. I always feel that this flute sounds familiar. It turns out that the flute and that memory have been treasured in my heart forever!

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2012-12-2215: 36 Niu Zengqin | Level 6 My Stage

I have my own stage. My stage is the music world and my beloved electronic organ. I remember when I first learned the electronic piano, I opened the music score and put it on the shelf, just playing it with one finger. Because I am not familiar with the music score and keyboard, I will look at the music score first and then at the keyboard every time I play, which makes me very anxious. I always play the first sound into the second sound, and the treble into the bass.

Dad said, "Remember a score first, and then play it. Now you play with one finger. When you are familiar with it, you must learn to play with 10 fingers! " I listened to my father and tried to play first. However, playing with one hand is not as easy as I thought. I feel as if my hand is enchanted and doesn't work at all. I can't always put my finger on every corresponding key accurately, and of course I can't play beautiful music. This really makes me angry. Just as I was about to give up, another idea came to my mind. If I give up, I will never be good at it. Alas! Don't give up, just study hard! Thinking of this, I stretched out my right hand again and played according to the music on the score. Unexpectedly, I mastered the skills just after playing one or two bars, and I was so happy. I turned the score from page one to page four. So I played the song again. Although I am not fluent, I play beautifully.

I love music, I love the electronic piano, I love the sound that can cultivate my temperament, and I love my stage. It is it that makes me learn to persist; It is it that makes me learn to be diligent; It taught me to work hard. I love the electronic organ, and I love this art. Now, I no longer play with one hand, but with two hands. Of course, I will continue to work hard, practice diligently and play more beautiful songs.

Flute dream

By chance, I got to know the flute and started my flute dream.

I remember that in the summer vacation of grade five, I followed my parents to my grandmother's house. As soon as I arrived at the station, I rushed out of the car to say hello to them. I ran to my sister's house at once. My sister and I are very close. Although we are not sisters, we are better than sisters. Just arrived at my sister's door, I heard the melodious flute from my sister's house. I was drunk and it took me a long time to recover. As soon as the flute sounded, I went into my sister's house and asked her how she learned to play the flute. My sister told me that several interest groups have been set up in their school. My sister is usually curious and likes music, so she joined the music interest group. Soon my sister was assigned to the flute music group by the teacher. My sister began to learn to play the flute and fell in love with it.

I listened with envy and begged my sister to teach me to play the flute. As soon as I started learning flute, I realized the difficulty of playing flute. Each voice has its own way of playing. I usually hate memorizing things, but now I'm asked to recite every note, which is very nerve-racking! Although I don't like to recite, I recite quickly. My sister taught me some simple music first, and I learned the song Happy New Year first. Oh, my God! I have to recite music scores again, and I am a little reluctant to learn. At this time, my sister seemed to see my mind and said to me seriously: "Don't spend three minutes learning, overcome difficulties seriously and don't back down." This is the correct way to solve the difficulties. " I was ashamed to hear that, and continued to learn flute from my sister seriously. It's a bit difficult to play the whole song for the first time. I spent two whole days learning to play the song Happy New Year. I hurried to show off to my parents. Soon, we returned home, and my father bought me a flute of my own.

Since then, flute has become a part of my life. It led me into the world of music and my flute dream.

I like singing.

Growing up, my favorite thing was singing. Because the beautiful singing will attract me, I will be deeply intoxicated by it.

It is said that I liked singing very much when I was a child, and I even got an obsessive attitude. At that time, as soon as I went to my aunt's house, I clamored for her to play a nursery rhyme for me. In this way, I unconsciously learned the first nursery rhyme in my life, followed by the second and third ... Sometimes I will take the initiative to stand on the bench and sing them a beautiful nursery rhyme. So, I got the title of "Little Song Zu Ying".

Later, when I grew up, my mother asked me to learn singing. That's when I really realized the fun of singing. No matter at home or at school, as long as I am interested, I immediately hum the songs taught by the singing teacher.

When I was in the third grade, the school held a campus karaoke contest. Do you know how happy I am? This is my favorite, so I signed up without hesitation. The teacher of the singing class chose a song "Colorful Morning Glory" and Huangmei Opera "Female Xu" for me. And added several actions to each song. I practice very hard and spend almost every weekend there. Finally, it was worth it, and I won the second prize. I'm glad that my efforts in the past few months have not been in vain.

Later, the school organized a chorus, because the teacher in charge of chorus knew my excellent performance in the campus karaoke contest and gave me the lead singer. Finally, the performance was a great success.

Now, I still like singing, but the types of songs have changed, from children's songs to Japanese and Korean songs. Although I don't know what it means, I still want to listen and sing every day.

I like singing, because I will be deeply intoxicated by it and attracted by the beautiful singing.

Guitar love

Since I really saw my buddy playing guitar last year, I have been deeply attracted by this instrument. Watching them play beautifully, I want to practice guitar. My father found my interest and bought me a guitar. At that time, I put all my energy into practicing guitar and sought the highest realm.

At first, I practiced fingering-that is, practicing the strings managed by each finger. I taught my cousin to write fingering charts for me, so that I could practice patiently and improve my speed. Of course, I devoted myself to the training of guitar! After more than a week of hard training, the fingering practice has been basically completed, and the speed seems to be too fast to recognize the strings! Then, I want to learn to press chords. My brother taught me to read a book and practice chords in it. He solemnly said to me: "If you want to practice chords well, you must eat bitter and not be afraid of pain. Many guitar lovers are scared by the pain and give up halfway, so you must overcome the difficulties! " Since then, I have devoted myself to learning chords.

"Halfway", the more I learn, the harder it is, and the more my fingers seem to touch the strings like knives. I really want to give up the guitar, but I can't let it go, as if it were saying to me, "Don't give up! You have to stick to it and don't look down on others! " I thought, "I will do what others can do. Since heaven forbid me to give up, I will continue to learn! " So, I concentrated on my study again, overcame all the pain and persisted with amazing perseverance.

Finally, heaven rewards diligence, and I have mastered the skill of pressing strings. Looking at the dark blue guitar and the beautiful Confucius, it seems that the round mouth is wide open, singing inspiring songs and singing for me.

I'm going to improve myself. Since then, guitar and I have become inseparable friends, and have performed in schools and radio stations.

My beloved guitar, thank you for letting me know that although there are many difficulties on the long road of life, as long as I dare to try and challenge, I will definitely become a strong person in life.

Guitar, I love you.

Play billiards

Today is my cousin's birthday, 65438+1 October1. I rushed to my cousin's house with a big cake early in the morning to celebrate my cousin's birthday in the evening, but it's still early in the evening. I'm taking my cousins to Luobu to play billiards. Cousin and cousin readily agreed, and cousin was still bragging on the road. I thought to myself: See how many tricks you can play.

We came to the billiards factory and chose a table to settle down, but my cousin said, "I'm not good at playing, so I won't play this!" " I'm telling you, it's not funny. ""Cousin, when it comes to the critical moment, you should be a coward. You just blew too hard. What a boast! " I used the goading method and said to my cousin, "The tiger doesn't show the mountain dew, but treats me as a sick cat. "My cousin patted the table and picked up a billiard stick." Haha, I cheated, "I thought to myself. My cousin picked up a billiard stick at the same time, hum, this stick, alas! I didn't even hit the ball. No I launched the second attack, alas! To the left. Impatient, I got all the balls into the hole and shouted, you can't imagine it. Clap your hands. My cousin came over and said, "Do you still want me to play? "Look at me." I saved all the balls, and they seemed to know how to repay them, and went into the hole one by one. I said unconvinced, "What's the big deal? I will." Then came the third attack. These balls are not obedient. In a rage, I accidentally smashed the 1 white ball into the trash can. "Ha ha! You are mixed. " There came the cold voice of my cousin and cousin. I'm so tired that I'm going to run away. However, I think I did something wrong, so I looked at my cousin and cousin. "Don't look at me, don't look at me." I spoiled my cousin and she reluctantly agreed. We didn't dare to play billiards, so we ran away immediately. When we got home, we remembered that we didn't pay! "

I remember when I was in the second grade and celebrated Children's Day on June 1st, my mother took me to Bishagang Park to play. When I arrived, my mother saw a place where clay sculptures were made.

I really wanted to try it and a work of art I made, so I asked my mother to take me, and my mother promised me. After entering, the waiter brought me clay, told me the process and method of making pottery, and gave me a demonstration. After putting on my apron, I can't wait to start. At first I was worried about what to do, but after my mother gave me a lot of ideas, I chose the simplest way-bowl. However, it seems easy, but it is difficult to do. The turntable started, but the clay was not obedient at all, and kept swinging from side to side, which made me dizzy, and then the clay became less and less. I am on the horns of a dilemma. what can I do? Finally I made up my mind that there was too little clay to make a bowl, so I made a small vase. So I restarted the turntable, put my hand gently on the clay, and carefully let it slowly become the shape of a small vase. Thankfully, I finally got the general appearance of the vase. Then my mother helped me beautify it, and it looked good in the end. Then the waiter said to bake it, and then paint it when it's done. A few days later, we went to paint again. My mother helped me draw flowers, and I made the vase colorful myself.

Although it's not very exquisite, it's the first handicraft I made myself. Let me have a little sense of accomplishment, but also understand that everything should be patient and not impetuous. And I also know that nothing is so simple, but I must work hard to finish it.

I have a soft spot for calligraphy since I was a child. My mother is engaged in the mounting industry and has a lot of calligraphy and painting. I was also influenced by art. My mother asked me what I wanted to learn, and I said without hesitation, "I want to learn to write." When I was a child, I saw my mother mounting calligraphy and painting, so I scribbled on the paper with my tender little hand and solemnly gave it to my mother for mounting. Whose mother saw it and smiled: "If you write well, I will frame it." "Very good." I said.

So I formed an indissoluble bond with writing. I remember when I was in the second grade, my mother took me to the school calligraphy class to register, and the teacher asked me to try to write. I picked up the brush like a crayon, and soon I got my clothes dirty and my hands were covered with ink. The next day, I entered the calligraphy class, and the teacher officially taught me to write Chinese calligraphy, but my handwriting was crooked, like a defeated soldier on the battlefield, and everyone was dumbfounded, like a caterpillar crawling on paper. Look at the elder sister next to me. Her handwriting is like an elf dancing happily on paper, beautiful and dignified. Like a deflated ball, I slowly put down my brush and don't want to write any more, but whenever I see those big brothers and sisters who can write well, I envy them. So I made up my mind to write the words well. Sometimes writing is sour, and that envy has become the driving force for my writing. Even if it is cold, I will see my little hand still holding a brush across the paper. My hands are always numb with cold after writing, but when I see the correct words, I am extremely proud and proud.

What is fresh in my memory is when I practiced horizontal. The light pen has become a huge stone in my hand, and I can't write the unique charm of Chinese characters. But I don't think I will bow to difficulties. I still write one by one. I still remember what the teacher taught me, starting, pausing, walking and writing. I was ecstatic when I saw the exquisite and dignified words jumping off the paper. Many things happen. Learning to write like fire has exercised my courage and perseverance. Also let me understand a truth, as long as you have a dream and work hard towards this goal, success is ahead.

I like painting.

I have many hobbies, such as colored shells on the golden beach. Among them, I found a red shell containing my favorite hobby-painting. You may ask why, that was two years ago. Once in an art class, Teacher Sun took out two ordinary white chalk and red chalk and brushed them on the blackboard. Before we blink, the picture was drawn on the blackboard early. "wow! -It's really beautiful ... "I couldn't help sighing, and the teacher smiled and said," This is still a random painting! " I muttered to myself: it's so beautiful, let's just draw it casually! The pictures dripping with water on the blackboard are full of lotus flowers, some are covered with flower bones, and some are already in bloom. It was sunny after the rain, and the rain rolled on the lotus leaves, and colorful rainbows appeared in the sky ... I was fascinated by this painting, and my teacher called "Li Rui" ... Li Rui? My deskmate stepped on me, and I realized ... after class, I asked the teacher, "How do you draw so well?" "As long as you paint more and practice more, you will achieve something." At this point, I have fallen in love with painting.

Painting is a kind of "recreation" for me. "Yo-homework finished-"I jumped up with joy and took out a blank sheet of paper. My mother said, "Today! Let you watch TV for a while. " These are the three words I dream of "watching TV", but I said happily, "I'm going to paint" "Wow" "I'm intoxicated with my own painting. A little red riding hood girl went to pick mushrooms with a small basket ... Drawing is my "Around the World". "Go out to play!" My mother took me on a trip, and I'm going to take my drawing board and pencil. "Li Rui! Don't you need anything else? " I smiled and said, "I don't have to worry as long as I have a drawing board and a pen." This is my love! " "We flew to Hong Kong." It's beautiful here. "I sighed and said that I drew a" tall building "... I always carry a small luggage, and people ask me," What's in it? " I smiled and said, "It's pencil and paper. "

I love painting, because painting can make people happy. This kind of love is extraordinary and beautiful.