1. My most proud piece of work, Grade 2 (6) Wang Yiqiu That winter afternoon, my mother and I completed my most proud piece of work together under the warm sunshine.

Maybe it was a whim or a whim.

After talking about intangible cultural heritage, I especially wanted to make a handicraft using Nantong’s blue calico.

My mother and I discussed making a cup of "water lotus".

The blue calico I ordered online arrived quickly. When I opened the package and unfolded the cloth, the steady dark blue undertones of the blue calico filled everything I could see.

The flashing white patterns on the blue background are particularly dazzling.

Some are random white dots, some look like ears of rice, and some are unknown flowers, blooming boldly and confidently.

These are probably the best wishes of the people of Nantong!

I wonder what kind of different sparks will be produced when paired with the lotus, which "comes out of the mud but remains unstained"?

My mother and I first followed the process and cut out various petal shapes of appropriate sizes, and then sewed them together.

I was responsible for cutting and my mother was responsible for sewing.

Gentle sunlight shines through the small window and warms the flower cloth on the table.

I cut the petals early, watched my mother sew, and I sewed too.

Pinch the two petals of the flower, hold the needle and thread in your right hand, poke a needle a little inward from the edge, press down with one hand, and support it with the other hand. After the needle is poked, grab the needle from the bottom with your back hand and pull it out.

Finish.

Poke it again, press it, lift it up, make a pleat, and wear it inside.

His hands flew up and down, and his speed increased a lot.

Parroting on the side, I followed suit and sewed a few petals.

Leave a hole, turn it inside, and all the threads will be hidden inside.

My mother and I both sew seriously, with such concentration and cultural confidence.

The sun gradually set towards the west and shone in obliquely. The setting sun was like fire, and the pen splashed out thousands of golden lights. The whole place was drunk, and the table was full of dancing golden colors and a deep blue background.

The little white lines also turned slightly yellow under the yellow and reddish sunlight.

The small plates contained some very common medicinal herbs such as hors d'oeuvre, mint, and perilla, exuding a quiet fragrance that filled the nostrils.

Carefully put it into the petals, put it into the lotus pod, close the opening, and then I sew them all together.

Support it with a steel wire, and the lotus can appear in various shapes.

Put it into the cup, and then take two flower bones that my mother and I made together, and put them in the same way, some high and some low, graceful!

Looking at this cup of lotus, the deep blue also made my heart settle down, and I felt calm all of a sudden.

Blue calico contains profound cultural connotations, and its elegant and fresh colors contain Nantong people's desire for a better life.

This cup of lotus is sewn from such auspicious cloth, and the family affection is inadvertently sewed in by my mother and me with every stitch.

This lotus is the combination of family affection and culture, and it is my most satisfying work.

Quietly looking at such a unique lotus, I also hope: May everything be wonderful in my 2022!

Comments: Personal participation, emotional expression, detailed description of the process, and accurate depiction of details. Not only did I feel the warmth of family affection, I also understood the charm of the traditional national culture, and even more appreciated the wisdom of the working people.

? 2. My most proud work? On the high-end stage in the second year of junior high school (6), the dance "Youth" ended with the fade of the melody. A beam of light illuminated the faces of the girls. I stood in the center of the stage,

Feel the dazzling light.

That light is stage lighting, my love and my dream.

I stared at the dark crowd in the audience, and plucked the strings of memory to that time... Not long after I entered junior high school, I couldn't wait to choose the dance club. At that time, I had just obtained the level 10 dance certificate, and I wanted to continue

Love what I love.

The club's classes were held once a week, and gradually "we" from different classes became familiar with each other.

A few weeks later, the teacher decided to rehearse a dance to participate in the district's school arts festival.

So, the first rehearsal of "Youth" began. Maybe it was because it was our first collaboration, and everyone's tacit understanding needed to be strengthened, so it was always difficult to achieve complete unity.

So we accelerated the pace of rehearsals.

Every weekend, as long as we are free, we would meet up to rehearse in the dance studio.

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight," "Stop!" "Do it again!" "Adjust this movement again!" The dance took shape in these rehearsals.

I held the red silk scarf and recalled the steps of the teacher's demonstration over and over again in my mind. I thought of the beautiful figure of the girl from the Chinese dance troupe. I tried my best to express the beauty and hope in the dance, and turned my usually dull eyes into

It turned into a girl's soft eyes, changing with the ups and downs of the music... In the subsequent rehearsals, the teacher was also amazed at our rapid progress, and the dance also gained the love and support of many leaders. Finally, our "Youth" ushered in

Here comes the first opportunity to perform on stage.

Backstage, the teacher added the last touch of eyebrow makeup to my makeup.

In the mirror, I seemed to have become the literary "work troupe girl" from decades ago, looking forward to dancing my youth.