When I was 4 years old, my father sent me to paint. At first, I saw paintings. There are surprises and surprises.
When I was a beginner, I painted in the green art near my home. At first, I painted gouache. What is this? Isn't it just water with different colors? But how to draw on paper is color? Presumably everyone knows what this is! Yes! It's gouache, but I knew nothing about gouache when I was a child. The teacher taught us to draw the outline first, then hook the edge, then erase the pencil drawing with an eraser, and finally learn to draw the teacher's picture in different colors. The first time I painted some houses, the teacher gave 96 points because I didn't adjust the colors well, hmm! Be more serious next time and try to get full marks. The second time ... the third time ... the fourth time ... every time, I have different gains and different experiences. If I draw well, I will be praised by the teacher, with a little joy and some happiness. When the painting is not good, the teacher will tell us a little bit, and the bad painting will be corrected next time.
When I was 6 years old, my father sent me to Aiqing to study sketching. It's the first time to draw a cylinder, but the sketch is not as simple as expected, so pay attention to the shadow part, which is not as abstract as gouache at all. The teacher who teaches us is a student who hasn't graduated from the university. He came to work here. The teacher told us: "The drawing board should be tilted, and the posture of holding the pen should not be too sharp for the pencil that sharpens the pen." Pay attention to the shadow. " Remember the teacher's words, because I have learned painting before, so it is not too difficult. The first painting I drew paid attention to what the teacher said, not bad, a little complacent haha ~.
I like painting, because it makes my childhood very interesting and unforgettable. Just like learning, mastering a skill requires effort, because all efforts will not be in vain, and efforts will be rewarded. Drawing has also corrected my learning attitude, so I can't be careless. If I draw carelessly, I draw in a mess, and if I study carelessly, my grades will drop.
In the first grade, every time the flag was raised, I looked at the drummer beside the runway with envy. The way they play drums and trumpets is impressive. I envy them!
In the second grade, the drum team recruited new members, and I signed up with my good friends with the mentality of trying. We successfully passed the selection and became new members with honor. But we can't relax, because there is still a training period. If the training period fails, it will be brushed off. I play drums, and my tutor is my sixth grade elder sister.
In the first class, she asked me to remember the drum with a piece of paper, and also drew some repeated abridgements for me to go home and practice. She also asked me to sign up for a training class with her every Wednesday, and I smiled and agreed.
After returning home, I found an empty iron box and a wooden stick and practiced according to the rhythm my sister gave me. Every day after school, practice after finishing homework. Gradually, I became familiar with the rhythm. I am very serious about the training class every Wednesday. My sister said to me, "You have made great progress, so smart! I want to see your practice results every Wednesday. " Hearing this, I practiced more seriously.
After a long time, I also learned the rhythm and began to get a little bored. Every day is the same rhythm. How boring! I think so, too. However, I hid my heart and still practiced and took training classes. But I was still observed by my careful sister. She said to me, "What's the matter? Tired of it? At first, everyone was like this, but if you beat gongs and drums, it won't. " "good!"
The first time I put a drum on my back on Monday, the first feeling was: heavy! However, I suddenly feel that the air is much better. A picture came to mind: I was standing by the runway with my drum on my back, and the first-grade children looked at me with envy. I beat the rhythm of the drums and found that the big drums controlled the rhythm of the whole team. I think it's very interesting, and that kind of joy is back.
Big sister is going to graduate. On graduation day, she said to me, "Come on, primary school girl!" " You are smart and have a strong sense of rhythm. You will be an excellent drummer! "Listening to my sister's compliment, I smiled shyly.
As my sister said, I am an excellent drummer now. I've never been absent from every training session, and I've got a school certificate. I really want to say: I succeeded!
I like calligraphy. Calligraphy is an art in my mind. It will make people's writing more beautiful than before, giving people a feeling of beauty. Until now, I still insist on practicing calligraphy.
I have been practicing calligraphy for about five years. I began to learn calligraphy in the second grade of primary school. When we went home that time, our family saw the admissions brochure of the art museum. When I got home, my mother said, "You will study calligraphy in the art museum in the future." In this way, I started my calligraphy career.
My teacher is Miss Wang. When he first met me, he was deeply impressed with me. Because every time I have a calligraphy class, I practice writing seriously: I take it seriously when the teacher asks me to write in class, and I am not upset or afraid of writing badly. At home, I can also see that I am practicing seriously: I have to squeeze a few big characters every day. However, I had a problem with calligraphy from the beginning: the posture of holding the pen was incorrect. And I'm the only one who holds the pen incorrectly! This really worries Miss Wang. So he corrected my pen-holding posture in every class.
Gradually, I feel that calligraphy is no longer an art. Because this boring and monotonous study makes me very tired; Also, I'm sorry for the way I hold the pen. Ask the teacher to correct it every time. Where are the students who will win the prize? I begged my mother to drop the calligraphy class, but she didn't agree. I can only continue to learn calligraphy.
This time, the teacher corrected my pen holding posture again. I don't want to hear it. As a result, the teacher whispered to me, "Take out your hands."
Guzheng has a magical attraction to me. In the third grade, I only listened to music. Teacher Hu played a song and immediately fell in love with the guzheng. I went home and had a hard time with my parents, and finally got my wish and learned the guzheng.
A few days after registration, because the new guzheng could not be delivered immediately, I had to find the strings on Mr. Hu's piano first. During that time, that 2 1 string became 2 1 enemy in my eyes. At first, I recited it in order. After a while, I think I've practiced enough. I excitedly asked Mr. Hu to test it, but it was good at first, because there was no disorder. But in the future, Mr. Hu's request is too difficult. High notes, low notes. I was torn to pieces and naturally failed the exam.
When I got home, I cried many times. But then, I felt I couldn't give up. So I got out of bed and continued to write down the string positions until I wrote down all the string positions.
Later, I played the piano at Mr. Hu's house. Originally, our practice track was "It's almost four o'clock". (An etude in my right hand) But when I got to Mr. Hu's house, Mr. Hu asked me to play both hands, and the timbre of both hands should be exactly the same. As long as the hand type is slightly wrong, especially all kinds of techniques, as long as one is wrong. Teacher Hu will hit me on the back of the hand with her educational tool-pointer, which will kill me. But I am not discouraged. Take a closer look at how Hu Lao plays and compare with himself. Constantly discover, compare and learn. Finally, my hand was never hit by Mr. Hu again.
Now, I can play many songs. "Many good things grind", and my efforts have been rewarded. The year before last, I won the silver medal in the national final of "Star Torch". I still remember my mother's happy expression when she congratulated me. At that moment, I was proud.
Nowadays, guzheng has become a hobby that I can't give up. Guzheng practice is like fire, which has exercised my courage and perseverance.
"Without 99% sweat, how can you succeed?" This is what a famous person said, which has always inspired me to give full play to my firepower on the road of learning art and to succeed.
Since the second grade, I like dancing, and my mother asked me to learn to dance according to my interests. At that time, I thought dancing was very simple, just waving, turning around and jumping around. Who knows, if you want to learn dance well, you must have solid basic skills.
On the first day of class, I came to the dance studio and saw a terrible scene. I just want to turn around and forget it, but I don't want to back down, so I have to bite my teeth and stick to it. The teacher came to press my leg, and I was frightened. My heart was like fifteen buckets of water-seven up and eight down. She spread my leg back a few steps with her foot, which made me want to cry, but I endured it. When the cold sweat had flowed to my chin, my feet began to tremble and kept sliding backwards. Seeing others being lazy, I moved my feet forward a few steps, but thinking of what celebrities said, I moved my feet back to their original positions. "The next step is to bend down!" The teacher shouted. I was at a loss and thought, how can I do it as a rookie? When I was about to bend over, I quickly pulled my hand back, and I couldn't help thinking, "It's so dangerous. What if I break my head? " The more I think about it, the more scared I am, but I don't want to give up halfway, so I have to reach out to the ground again.
After a few months, my basic skills have been greatly improved, and my parents and teachers are constantly praising me, which makes me very happy. Learning this art later also honed my courage and perseverance.
I never flinch, because I have courage. I can learn this art well because I have perseverance. It made me realize a truth: the life of grass is fragile, but as long as we survive the storm, we can see the rainbow!
My way to learn the piano 600 words six: my way to learn the piano (569 words)
Open the photo album, which contains photos of the piano grading test site. In the photo, I sat confidently in a chair. This photo made me work hard and sweat for learning the piano.
In the first year of school, I like music very much. Every time I sit in front of the TV, I like to tune the channel to the concert scene. Seeing the piano player wearing gorgeous clothes and beautiful rhyme flowing from his fingertips, he dreamed of standing on the stage with her and playing beautiful piano music.
Seeing that I like piano, I was led to the piano teacher. I am very happy after the teacher's test. The teacher said that I am very talented and suitable for learning piano. I began to learn piano from my teacher.
After finishing my homework every day, I can't wait to go to the piano, open the piano cover, straighten up and practice hard. After practicing, I feel a little sour and hot in my hands, but I enjoy it.
At another time, I began to be unconventional. Playing the piano was not interesting at all. I studied and wanted to live.
As soon as I said my thoughts, I became angry and patiently reasoned with me: "It is not easy to learn a skill, and the price to pay is the so-called' how can I see a rainbow without rain'." I nodded, puzzled, but practiced the piano for several days.
Yes, I practiced the piano for a few days. I got angry and hit my hand. I cried, which surprised me and left tears. At that time, I knew that I was actually very sad when I practiced the piano, not to mention that I paid too much. If I don't study, will I give up halfway I cheer up again and practice my piano well. Finally, my piano skills have been greatly improved, and my teacher often praises my performance. When my classmates come to my house, I raise my hand. People praised me for playing well, and I was elated, but at this moment, I am happier than myself.
The process of learning the piano made me realize that the edge of the sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from bitter cold.