This is also my stage composition 1 Flowers are the stage of butterflies, the dark sky is the stage of stars, and white rice paper is the stage of pen and ink. Touch my beloved chessboard, this is my stage.
On weekends, I sit with my friends and play games. At this time, I will daydream and drive the black dragon to meet my opponent, the white dragon, on the board stage. The black dragon took the lead and rushed up to occupy a corner of the chessboard. White dragon is not to be outdone, and is in hot pursuit. The two dragons had a big fight and occupied most of the chessboard in the blink of an eye. The more careful you are at this time, the more you have to be afraid that an oversight will ruin your small advantage, so you have to go as planned and dare not make a move.
But at this time, Bailong's play became more radical, and my conservative play was passive at this time. With the gradual growth of the strength of the White Dragon, my advantages are lost a little, and the Black Dragon is gradually exhausted. As time goes by, the air around me is filled with tension, and my mind is racking my brains to think about how to escape from control and turn defeat into victory, but these are of no help to me at this time. The black dragon has been completely surrounded, and there is almost no breathing space.
"It is better to retreat than to deus ex!" I was just thinking about it when I suddenly remembered the words in the chess book. "Go is the most taboo to throw eggs at stones. It is the best policy to do what you can, recharge your batteries and wait for the opportunity. " I forced myself to sink my heart, and my firm belief told me that I should try my best to fight against the White Dragon. Staring at the black and white chess pieces criss-crossing, looking for opportunities, countless possibilities emerge in my mind, as if I were a chess piece, constantly performing on my own stage, and my heart is immersed in it at this time. Suddenly, this flaw clearly appeared in front of my eyes. In an instant, the white dragon was torn, and the black dragon returned to this stage. I immediately pursued and destroyed the white dragon in one fell swoop.
My heart is full of the joy of victory, and the greatest joy is to take the chessboard as the stage, perform on my own stage, think hard and take every step wholeheartedly. Indeed, so is life. Life is like a huge stage. Only by going all out and immersing yourself in it can this important play of life be performed brilliantly. Life is like chess, and life is like a play. Only by mastering your own stage can you master a successful life!
This is also my stage composition 2, which has cut the thick cocoon in my heart and my dream is shining. In this distant light, I didn't expect that this was also my stage.
I don't have a tall figure and outstanding looks. When I'm nervous, there's always a little confusion in my dark eyes, and my blush will spill on my cheeks. I am like a dim little wild flower in the corner, and I will never dare to step onto the stage of attention.
And here, it is also my stage!
The afternoon sunshine always seems a little lazy, slowly poking in through the glass window and lying on the speech in front of my desk, but my heart is inevitably hesitant-do I really dare to stand on that stage? I really won't "run away"? Does this stage really belong to me? Can I realize my dream of standing on the stage shyly?
There are a group of people in the lecture hall, but I don't seem to be in line with the noise. I sat alone in the corner, with my head down and my hand tightly tugging at my speech. Sweat has soaked my temples. I hesitated for a while and decided to leave the studio quietly. After all, this is not my stage. My stage may just be a desolate corner on that side.
I happened to meet Mr. Ji, who came to host the competition. "What's the matter?" I faltered and couldn't answer. But the teacher's magical eyes saw through my little trick. "What a pity! Is only the corner your stage? " Teacher Ji patted me on the shoulder. "This is your stage too, really!" I was shocked to hear that. I, who is seldom praised at ordinary times, was deeply moved by teacher Ji's firm and powerful words. I silently decided to bravely realize my dream.
Before the podium, syllables popped out of my throat. At first, they were a little hasty and gradually became orderly. They broke through the thick cocoon of the soul, and the blush faded and covered my cheeks. Sometimes frown, sometimes smile. Clean and powerful voices fall together. This is also my stage. I was radiant in the studio, and there was no one around. This kind of self-confidence and calmness seems to be innate, which is incompatible with my usual shyness.
Crisp and neat ending, warm applause, green satisfied smile. Finally, I broke through the inner cocoon, no longer afraid, no longer hesitant; When shyness fades from the tide, I hold on to my dream and become a light that pierces the sky, proving that this is also my stage.
The reason why the lily on the edge of the cliff can surprise the world with its beauty and tenacity stems from my dream of blooming desire; Haiyan, who fought against the wind and rain, can spread her wings and soar because she has a dream of smooth yearning in her heart; Shyness, I can prove that this is also my stage, which stems from my dream of showing my desire. ...
Break through the thick cocoon of the soul, this is also my stage!
This is also my stage composition. There is always a place to get away from the noise of the city. Through the bustling crowd, I returned home. After a hard day's work, I sat back in the quiet nest, and then I looked forward to a favorite dinner. My relatives gathered under the warm light.
The kitchen is such a world. What goes in is simple and colorless raw materials; What comes out is delicious food that can heal the soul. Everyone can actually be an excellent chef; Everyone's heart actually has a recipe of their own. I didn't look carefully at first, didn't see it thoroughly, and was very anxious. After practicing for several times, it seems that I have secretly made an appointment with the kitchen. Then, I feel calm and harmonious, such as shuttling on the stage, no hurry, no hurry.
Cutting ingredients and paying attention to knife work is also a process worthy of cooperation. The superb skill of a knife worker can only be achieved through practice. And everyone's feelings, even personality, are particularly different. Skilled knife workers and small cuts of ingredients, delicate feelings; Large tailoring, informal temperament; It doesn't matter if the knife is not skilled, then you must be persistently pursuing a better life; When dropping the knife, first slow down and then touch the board, like water tenderness; It is very passionate to drop the knife with great strength and speed. In the kitchen, everything becomes harmonious and beautiful, enjoying the process of life and looking forward to the fruits of good dreams.
Whether it is exquisite or coarse-fried, fried or stewed, as long as the cooking is high, it is absolutely delicious. When cooking, it's really a pleasure. Watching the dishes gradually take shape, settle down and shine with their own efforts, like a work of art, an unspeakable pride arises spontaneously. Even the harsh "stabbing" sound when cooking is not a tragic scream, but a warm cheer when it changes.
When the dishes are served with both hands, the family will smile at each other and raise the tableware at the same time, as if they have finished the last ceremony before eating, and then they can start tasting. Everyone talked and laughed, but they were not rude or elegant.
This kitchen is really a magical world and my stage. Till, raising my cup, I asked the bright moon is still lonely. Why not have tea with relatives and enjoy a table of seafood?
This is also my stage composition. At the beginning of the lights, the crowd in the park is bustling. Perhaps, faded gorgeous costumes, dazzling flash, here, is also my stage.
"Come on!" I wrapped my knee pads in a hurry, boarded roller skates and walked into the crowd.
Slipping by in a hurry, I leaned slightly, swinging my arms back and forth, sweeping in front of my eyes, trying to put the lake under the beautiful starlight into my eyes; Put this fallen leaf dancing with the wind in your eyes; Put the laughing person in the eye. Put this ...
"ah!" I don't know where the stone came from and knocked me down. Suddenly, the beautiful lake, the dancing leaves and the lively crowd all fell down with me and turned upside down. A small wind blew and licked the wound on my palm slightly, making my eyes red. When I looked carefully, I saw a few stones deeply embedded in the meat, and the blood kept flowing out, which was particularly dazzling. I have been sitting on the ground, depressed, and I don't know what to do for a while.
Just then, music began to play in the square not far away. Oh, a group of old ladies danced to the melody. Their movements are a little stiff and a little slow. However, every face of them is filled with joy and happiness. Look, even if the face is gone. Huayou left, but they still performed themselves on their own stage. What is my little fall?
Thinking, I struggled to hold up my body with my hands. Stand firm slowly with your left foot and right foot, keep a good balance, stand up, I will stand up again, and I will stand on my own stage again! Stealing the music not far away, I began to slide slowly again, one step, two steps, swinging my arms back and forth, and I slowly found the previous rule again.
The autumn wind walks side by side with me, the fallen leaves are my cutest dance partner, the stars blink to record my most beautiful moments, and the lake ripples slightly, becoming my most loyal audience. I glanced at the dancing crowd in the square. Against the light, they all remain elegant and live their best lives. On the other hand, I looked at myself, got up painfully and kept sliding against the wind. On my own stage, I am the brightest star!
The wound on my hand went by with time, but the wind, the stars and myself that night were deeply branded in my heart.
Who said that only a gorgeous stage can set off the elegance of actors? Accompanied by nature, I am the best star, which one is not my stage?
This is also my stage. Life is like a dazzling spotlight, which hits me all the time. The place where my brush is located is my widest stage.
The white light in summer is still overwhelming, and the blue sky overhead is always a gentle face. The bright enamel on the cloud rendering is so natural that it gives people an illusion at your fingertips. Pencils rub back and forth on the paper, lines with different thicknesses clearly jump on the paper, and the sweet "rustling" sound is played back infinitely in the whole room-fast, fast, fast!
I can't help speeding up, but I'm still careful with every stroke. The words on the drawing paper are gradually clear, and the pen tip is enjoying the happiness brought by friction. The expectation in my heart rises slowly with the wind, and the drawing paper becomes more and more exciting.
I am like a fish swimming in the deep sea, drifting slowly in the wonderful and colorful painting world. From the simplest stick figure to the present sketch, the feeling that the pen tip creates the world is burning in my heart like wildfire all the time, and it is getting worse and worse. I like this quiet and free expression. My love for nature, my record of life, my admiration for people and my yearning for life are all displayed on paper. Sometimes, I also have the trouble of painting unsatisfied, and I want to give up because of disappointment, but one day, the water plants are so beautiful that I wake up like a dragonfly, and then I pick up the brush again. The temperature of the paper seems to be integrated with the nib, and everything is re-injected into the drawing paper, from shallow to deep, and the soul is in this grand carnival.
Whenever I hold the brush tightly, I always smile unconsciously, just like the spring breeze blowing on my face. How many surging thoughts instantly turned into paper portraits. The scene that once appeared in my memory was the gentle and comfortable air swimming carefully in my heart and slowly taking shape.
Whose shadow lingered in the dream and finally stopped.
Above the head, there is only complete and pure blue, puffed up, like an ink bottle accidentally knocked over, which is inextricably linked with blue.
The shade still can't stop the sunshine, and the light is projected into my heart. It is red and warm, and the friction between the pen tip and the drawing paper is my lifelong yearning.
This is my stage, mixed with the clarity of the blue sky.
This is also my stage composition 6. In that ordinary English exam, I learned to think and found my own stage.
Faced with two English books, I was at a loss and stared at the strange faces in a daze. Countless words are linked together like blackfly, which makes my vision blurred and my brain stagnate.
I found a few answers at random on the test paper, and a bold idea came to my mind-look at my classmate's. I turned my head and saw the distance, so the idea was killed in the cradle. Thought: Why can't I think for myself and do it myself? Looking at the answer I personally built, I never thought about it, never thought about giving full play to myself, and always encouraged myself to retreat, retreat and retreat again every time.
I crossed out the previous answer and started from the beginning, understanding sentence by sentence. "What does this sentence mean? I don't understand, it's annoying. " Faced with this obstacle, I can't help complaining. I stared at this long and strange sentence like an enemy. My clenched fist was already sweating, and the pen kept banging on my head. I told myself in my heart: don't worry, I have done so much before, not bad for this one. I picked up the pen and wrote word by word, for fear of missing a detail.
"Wait!" My pen stopped on a familiar word. "I remember, this word means ..." I wrote its meaning on its head, and then the familiar word popped up. After a long time of thinking, this obstacle was completely eliminated.
I combined my own understanding of the article and wrote a thoughtful answer. This time, I wrote so confidently, because this is the answer that I have seriously thought about.
I put down my pen and exercised my sore wrist, thinking: thinking seriously and dealing with it are really two different feelings! Unconsciously, I thought of the scene of blindly reading articles before. It's like, in the face of my stage, I was originally an actor who should have appeared, but I became a spectator who hurried by. So I can only curl up in the corner like a coward and helplessly witness the wonderful things of others.
But this time is different. I think hard and try my best to finish my worst reading. I proved myself with my persistence and hard work, so this stage belongs to me at this moment. I am the protagonist on this stage.
"Every successful person has a beginning. Only by daring to start can we find the road to success." Only by making up your mind can you find the way to success. Isn't life also a stage? Seize the opportunity and try to prove yourself, then you are the most wonderful protagonist.
This is also my stage composition 7. I shine on this small stage. Although there is no spotlight and applause from the audience, this "stage" still attracts me with its simple nature. This is my "stage" ...
Today, we learned the text Kong Yiji in Chinese class. Sure enough, we will continue to write at night self-study. I opened my textbook and tried to find some inspiration.
"After a while, after he finished drinking, he sat with this hand and walked slowly. Everyone else was joking." Every time I read this sentence, there seems to be a mass of cotton in my heart. Now it's after beginning of winter, when I walked out of the classroom, the wind in the corridor was biting. I just don't know if the wind is colder and more biting in the late autumn when I have been sitting with my hands in Kong Yi. I picked up a pen and began to write. The thoughts in my head overflow at the tip of the pen, and black ink forms words, words and sentences on the paper.
"His gray beard and hair are particularly bleak in this downtown area that is cooler than the autumn wind." When this sentence was finished, I didn't know what Kong Yi was thinking. I just expressed my feelings in my words. Writing and writing, the depression in my heart gradually disappeared, replaced by a determination to write it well. The feeling in my heart is like a gushing spring. At this time, I finally found a breakthrough and spewed out. Black words are flowing on white paper, which seems to be my stage at the moment. My words endow this stage with charm. I use words to describe the picture and interpret the fragments of Kong Yi's last life.
A pen and a word make up a sentence, in which I enjoy the happiness-the happiness of writing, and bloom my own happiness on the stage. The white light in the classroom was coldly shot down and fell on my pen, casting a shadow, just like that society, the dark society without light in Kong Yiji's works. At this moment, I feel like a pot of boiling water, bubbling. My face was burning with excitement and my hands were soaked with sweat. However, expressing your thoughts in words really feels like a lark singing happily!
"In winter, it gets deeper and deeper every day; The wind is getting colder every day; People are numb every day. " The pen tip stopped turning, and I drew a curtain for my stage. Black ink is no longer spilled, and the stage shows my charm.
I like writing. Every time I write, my pen is like a dancer, spinning and jumping. However, I use words to describe the picture and show the characters. Writer, paper, pen, thoughts are gone. You just write and write, and everything else disappears.
White tissue paper is like my stage, where I show myself and enjoy myself. This is my stage too!
This is also my stage composition 8. I have always enjoyed showing my feelings on stage. It was not until that day that I realized that the classroom is also a stage, and it is also a pleasure to show myself here.
At the beginning of several blackboards, the striking characters "one", "two" and "three" are written. Students put forward various solutions to a problem, and the following students continue to add. These solutions have their own advantages, but none of them are the same as mine.
After rounds of supplementation by the students, the blackboard has been filled with the answering process. Looking at the students' "masterpieces" on the blackboard, the teacher smiled with relief: "Good, good, all good. If there is no problem, just tidy it up. "
I scanned my problem-solving process, and finally got up the courage to raise my hand and encourage myself to say, "You should always speak out boldly, even if you are wrong, teachers and classmates will not laugh at you." The teacher noticed me: "Do you have any questions?"
"No, teacher, I have another way!" I looked at the teacher with unusually firm eyes, and the teacher showed a cordial smile: "Come on, tell us about it."
Looking at the encouraging eyes of the teacher, I took a deep breath. "I think this problem can also be used ..." I watched the process of solving the problem, while telling my problem-solving process in an orderly way, constantly paddling with my hands, so that the students could understand it better. The effect is good! The students all stared at me, thinking step by step as I explained, nodding to cooperate with me. This encouraged me even more. The more I talk, the more energetic I am. Like a young eagle, after careful attempts, he finally dared to spread his wings and fly in the sky.
After the lecture, I looked at my classmates and a pair of approving eyes came to me. The teacher also raised his mouth: "Yes, yes, this method is also very good." I smiled, too, like a child who got candy. After I sat down, I found that my palms were all sweaty. I rubbed my hands and recalled the encouragement and praise of teachers and classmates, just like recalling the candy that just melted in my mouth. Sweet in my heart, I like it very much!
I bravely showed myself on the big stage of the classroom. My classmates and teachers are my most loyal audience. I enjoy and cherish every minute on the stage. This feeling is really great!
Not everyone has a chance to get on the stage. It takes courage and confidence to get on the stage. Only when you have a solid foundation will you not get stage fright. So I will continue to strive to enrich myself in the future. Only when the foundation is laid can we better show ourselves on the stage.
The classroom is also my stage, a stage where I can bravely show myself.