I love music very much. I can't live without music, listening or singing, whether in the car or at leisure, so my mother also gave me a vocal lesson.
I practice harder, often closing the door of my study, holding a microphone, listening to songs carefully and singing intoxicated. However, I can't sing well. I want to give up more than once and feel uneasy about it.
One night, I was practicing "The Wind Blows Wheat Waves", but what came out of my mouth was not the gentle and free feelings of the wind blowing wheat, but simple and mechanical lyrics and tunes. I was singing, but I didn't feel anything. Tears of sadness filled my eyes, and I began to complain that God didn't give me a beautiful voice and a singer's character to dare to sing like that ...
At this moment, I suddenly remembered the truth in Nezha, that my own life depends on heaven, what it is and what I have. Right, shouldn't you have the spirit of not admitting defeat? So, I picked up the microphone again and tried to sing in the way of a vocal music teacher. I made a sound with my diaphragm, opened my eyebrows and slowly tried to sing with my voice open.
slowly, under the guidance of my teacher, I made progress.
In a competition, I sang "The Wind Blows the Wheat Waves" with deep affection. At this time, I sent out not only words and sounds, but also the unrestrained and romantic feelings. After singing a song, I was still unfinished and won thunderous applause.
yes, at that moment, my heart was as sweet as honey. shouldn't people have the spirit of indomitable and persistent? My heart is a little sweet. On Monday afternoon last week, I was supposed to go to the dance team, but the teacher went to Dongcheng Campus, so I stayed in the classroom.
when Mr. Zhang came, he said to the remaining people, "Come, you guys, clean up." I was reading a book with relish at that time, and when I heard teacher Zhang say this, I was a little dissatisfied: one day's course is tired enough, can't we have a rest? Forget it, forget it, even if I am kind! Goodbye, I'll see you later, little book. Teacher Zhang saw that we started to leave, smiled with satisfaction and walked away.
Just as I was trying to clean the blackboard attentively, Mr. Zhang came into the classroom again and said to Zhou Yuhan, "Yuhan, find some people to play the textbook drama. As for the theme, it's up to you to decide. You can play Last Year's Tree. " Zhou Yuhan cried happily: "Really? That's great. " If only I could attend. I ran to teacher Zhang and said, "Me! Me, can I? " Teacher Zhang smiled and replied, "Yes, but you have to ask Zhou Yuhan, and Zhou Yuhan will decide." I went to Zhou Yuhan again and asked, "Yuhan, can I?" "Of course, I have to choose Jia En, Jia Xin ..." Yu Han said. Great, I can participate in the performance of the textbook drama. I really want to share this good news with all the people I know and don't know.
After a lot of things, Zhou Yuhan began to write scripts, divided roles and assigned tasks. We also quickly threw ourselves into the rehearsal. In the rehearsal, Yu Han saw that I was very involved and actually said to me, "You play the leading role." Play the leading role, and everyone is around me? Can I do it? However, playing the leading role is too attractive, and I'm sure I'll play it.
Is it my luck to take part in the textbook drama and be the leading role? It seems that it is worthwhile to clean the class without reading. My heart is a little sweet. My heart is a little sweet. 3
There must be many kinds of flavors in life. Sour as old vinegar; Sweet as candy; Just like bitter gourd; It is as spicy as pepper; There is a salty taste like tears ... Every time I recall the bits and pieces, it is more sweet, and one of them makes me unforgettable.
One afternoon, my parents went out on business and left me alone at home. I had an idea out of boredom. On weekdays, my mother was busy and worked hard to cook for us. So I'll take this opportunity to cook a dish for my mother today.
when I walked into the kitchen, I saw that there were only some ingredients, a bottle of coke and some chicken wings in the refrigerator. I thought I'd make a "coke chicken wings", and I made it according to my mother's usual practice.
I took out sugar, chicken wings, coke, star anise, cinnamon, soy sauce and other materials. First of all, I washed the chicken wings, cut three marks on each one, then put the oil in the pot, put the sugar into it to melt, put the chicken wings in it and fry for a while, add coke, star anise, cinnamon, ginger and salt, and then cover the pot and stew for a while ... As this is the first time for me to cook this dish, I failed to accurately grasp the time and stewed it for more than ten minutes. As a result, I found that all the chicken wings were stewed. I looked at my cooking, and I was both happy and a little disappointed. Disappointed that the food was burnt ...
Soon after, my mother came back, and I immediately dragged her to the kitchen and gave her a taste of my cooking. My mother smiled and said, "Ah, I think it tastes good, even better than my cooking!" Then I tasted one and said to my mother, "It seems a little bitter. It should be that I put too much sugar in it, so it's bitter." Mother not only didn't blame me, but also praised me and praised me for being sensible. Then we both laughed. Although the food was burnt and a little bitter, my heart was sweeter than honey.
up to now, when I think about it, my heart is still full of sweetness. My heart is a little sweet. 4
A person's life, like a spoon for cooking, has tasted all the ups and downs. When I open the floodgate of memory, whenever I think of that thing, my heart is a little excited.
That happened last year. The school held a sports meeting. Many school principals came to attend the opening ceremony, which was very grand. The program was wonderful. After the performance, the applause lasted for a long time.
after the opening ceremony, there will be various competitions. All students above grade four will take part in the tug-of-war, and we will start the competition in the hot sun. Students participating in tug-of-war are warming up and watching other class competitions. From this, we can see the shortcomings of their class. If our class and their class have pk, we can learn from their shortcomings, so that we can win. Everyone said, "Class 1 in Five Years will definitely win the championship." I saw that their appearance was very strong, and everyone who competed with their class was defeated by them one by one. When our class competed with theirs, I felt full of gunpowder. I think: our class competes with their class on the same stage. If we lose, it may make others look down upon us. Therefore, we must win. Because several people in our class are bigger, they are arranged in front, middle and back by the teacher. Under the whistle of the PE teacher, the game began. Seeing that the classmates and teachers in our class are cheering for us, the students who participated in the tug-of-war competition will spend a lot of effort when they see this scene. Fighting for the collective honor of our class.
as expected, our class won the first place in the tug-of-war competition in grade five. The whole class shouted loudly. What an exciting thing it was.
Although it has been a long time, every time I think about it, my heart is still a little excited. My heart is a little sweet. 5
Everyone has a star in his mind, which can be called "the star of dreams" for the time being.
and my "dream star" has been shining in my heart since I was very young.
Although many people in our class study art, they are different from me. They all study sketch and gouache, and I study animation. They talk about how good sketching is every day, and they can take an examination of the Academy of Fine Arts in the future, and animation is just an entertainment thing. More than once in the middle of the night, I quietly wondered if I should also learn sketching and gouache. But the real heart is resistant, because I really love animation. What about anime? Still useful, still wonderful!
From then on, I didn't draw cartoons aimlessly. I began to pay attention to every line-there is a break and a connection, and there is a virtual reality; I began to pay attention to every coloring-bright and dark, deep and light; I began to pay attention to every improvement-I would rather go up than down, and Ning Zuo would not go right.
My paintings are getting better and better at first. My eyes are no longer just monochrome, but more than a dozen colors are superimposed, which makes them more profound. Hair is no longer just a line down, but a pause, a curl, more elegant; The clothes began to wrinkle and the headdress began to be more exquisite. I began to discover the beauty of animation and began to challenge various tools, including colored lead, watercolor and marker.
I got the five-level certificate of animation this summer vacation, and I was a little sweet at that moment.
In the face of adversity, there are actually many choices in life, aren't there? My heart is a little sweet. 6
People will always try all kinds of tastes in their life. Without these experiences, it will not be complete. Opening the box door of memory, I suddenly remembered one thing.
that happened six years ago, when I was only seven years old. One day, my father suddenly said to me, "You are seven years old. It's time to learn to ride a bike." I don't think it's easy to ride a bike? Still have to learn?
the next afternoon, I pulled out an old bike. Most of the parts of this car have rusted and have been eliminated in a corner for a long time, but it can still ride. I couldn't wait to get on it, but I suddenly lost my balance and fell down. I shouted, "Can't you ride on it?" Dad said, "You can't eat hot tofu if you are impatient. Come on, I'll teach you." Dad patiently taught me: "First put your foot on the ground, put your right foot on the pedal across the car seat, then get on the car seat, put your left foot away and put it on the pedal, and support the ground with your right foot. When people sit still, put your right foot away and pedal, and control your balance, then step on it quickly ..."
I started practicing according to the method taught by my father. I successfully sat in the car seat, but I fell to the ground before stepping on the pedal.
"it's too slow!" Dad reminded me. So I accelerated the speed of getting on the bus. As soon as I sat firmly, my father immediately reminded me to step on the pedal. Ha, I rode more than 1 meters for the first time.
"I succeeded, I succeeded!" I shouted happily. Dad also showed a satisfied smile on his face.
This cycling experience has made me realize the taste of success. Every time I think about it, there is always a sweet taste in my heart. My heart is a little sweet. Composition 7
"Today, there are Huang Pengcheng, Xie Zhaoheng and Huang Aojun who are honored in the Chinese and foreign writers' network. Let's applaud." Teacher Zhang announced the good news to us before class.
oh, did I hear you wrong? I actually heard Huang Aojun just now. I quickly asked my deskmate, "Did the teacher just say my name?" "Yes!" The deskmate replied. Ah, I actually went to the Chinese and foreign writers' network, and my mouth was wide open. It is estimated that a whole big apple could be stuffed in my mouth at that time. My fists are clenched tightly, and I can't stop shaking on my legs. I am very excited in my heart. This is really exciting.
Last week, I finally broke the "zero" record, and my composition was published in the weekly newspaper, and I got a red flag in "Writing Journey, Who Is Competing with the Front". Now I'm on the website of Chinese and foreign writers. How can I not be happy? You know, there is a fee for joining the Chinese and foreign writers' network. As a "small money fan", I will soon receive my own fee, and my heart is full of joy.
I'm going to do morning exercises. I'm still wondering, how much will it cost? What should I do with the payment ... until Ma Zhenyu, who was standing behind me, whispered to remind me: Do morning exercises quickly! I just woke up from a dream and started doing morning exercises.
After the morning exercises, I thought, I actually went to Chinese and foreign writers' websites, which was nine times out of ten last week. With such suspicion, I finally made it to Thursday.
On Thursday, the teacher posted the weekly report on the wall, and many people were reading it after class. Haha, as I expected, my composition was really reported last week.
On Friday, when I got home from school, I quickly looked at how many votes I got for my weekly composition. The teacher said that the top five would praise me. I cast an important vote for myself without hesitation. Looking at other people's votes, I covered my mouth in surprise: Yang Zhuoshen 295 votes, Lu Xijie 255 votes, Xie Zhaoheng 236 votes and He Jiaxin 185 votes. The highest number of votes was Yang Ziyun, with 358 votes, and I happened to be the sixth. I was a little disappointed. It seems that it is still a little difficult to go to the weekly newspaper next week.
when I told my mother these two good news, my mother smiled and praised my progress again and again, and at the same time told me to be cautious and keep working hard. In the past, I would have thought my mother was wordy, but this time, it's different!
hee hee, it feels good to be praised. My heart is as sweet as honey.