Remember a wonderful performance
"It's on, it's on." Red and Blue were hugging each other, Red pushed Blue away, threw a punch, Blue avoided it, and in the process slammed his head into Red's stomach, Blue scored. It was exactly a boxing match, only the match was between two brown bears. We were watching an acrobatic show.
"The next program, tiger stomping ball." This was quite interesting, only to be followed by a tiger with shiny, colorful fur. The trainer rolled a big round ball in front of it, and it first put its forepaws on the ball and then pushed and went up. This wonderful performance drew a lot of applause from the audience. Next, the trainer asked him to jump through a ring of fire, first one ring, then two, three ...... to six, the audience's heart tightened, afraid that the tiger did not have enough strength in his feet, did not jump through, and as a result, burned the beautiful, smooth fur. After a moment of silence, the tiger with amazing speed, darted over, only to see the moment, the tiger has passed through the fire circle, the audience are given a warm applause.
Ushered in another program, this program can make us scared. On the stage appeared a few big men, each holding a torch. They first performed fire-breathing, that is, the bowl of water, the water contained in the mouth, and then sprayed to the torch. It's not that unusual though, I've seen it performed elsewhere. Then they put the torch in their mouths, and there was quite a bit of screaming from those in attendance, mostly children. When they took the torch out, the fire was still burning and they didn't burn. Then they put the torches in their clothes and walked all over their bodies, and the audience was even more amazed and applauding. After the show, we wanted to ask the big guys how they did it, but unfortunately people weren't watching.
It was a great show!
2. A 600-word essay on the topic of 'wonderful' performance
A white horse passes by, and it's been more than a semester since we studied and lived in XX Middle School. During this period, a lot of things happened, some of which I didn't care about, always thinking, anyway, things have passed, what's the use of thinking about it again. However, there is one thing that always haunts me. Whenever I sit alone in an empty classroom, or when I have trouble sleeping in my room, a vague feeling of regret tugs at me, and I know that I am thinking about last semester's events. Yes, I can't forget the last semester, I can't forget the love of friends, and I can't forget what I did at that time. Every time, I will not restrain myself, let the memory of the stream flow, although not a complete piece, but still so clear, true.
It was a Monday morning, and the week before, the teacher assigned the students a task - each group had to send a pair of students to the stage to perform the "oil seller" inside the oil seller and Chen Kangsu. This is of course a simple task for me nowadays. But I just couldn't figure out what I was thinking at the time. It was so easy to just go up and say a few lines of dialog, but I just didn't have the courage to go up on stage. Now I think of it really regret.
Originally, the class president and I had already made preparations. But on the way home, I heard the same classmate's conversation: "Oops, what a bad performance, the teacher is only joking, which middle school students are still like elementary school students so childish." So I canceled the event to the class president.
On Monday, the students came to school early. As if the teacher assigned the task thrown into the clouds, I asked the other groups of students, they are not prepared. The bell rang. The teacher came to the classroom with a smile on her face. Asked: "How are you prepared for the performance assignments last week." The students then realized. It turned out that the teacher was not joking.
"Which group will come first?" The teacher asked kindly. The classroom was silent, no one dared to raise his hand. The teacher finally decided to let the leader of our group and the leader of the first group scissor, rock-paper-scissors to decide who would go on stage first. Luckily, we won and had some time to prepare. The students in my group recommended me and the class president, so I didn't have any preparation at all, how could I go on stage? If I didn't perform well, I would lose the face of my group. No matter how my classmates tried to comfort me and encourage me, I just didn't have the guts. Seeing that the first group was about to finish their performance, I was getting more and more nervous. If we didn't perform, the first person would have to memorize the whole text word for word. But I am a coward by nature. I don't even dare to raise my hand in class, let alone perform on stage. After the first group had finished, it was our turn. Should I go up? My heart kept struggling. My classmates kept counting "1, 2 ......" and I was getting more and more scared. In this crisis moment, a male student volunteered to take my place, the stone in the bottom of my heart finally fell, in the whole performance process, I did not participate in the class president and this student also helped our group won the first place, according to the reason should be happy, but I can not be happy. I want to thank the students, in the most critical time to help this both timid and useless me.
This performance is really unforgettable. It makes me realize that opportunities are equal for everyone, and those who are successful are often good at seizing opportunities.
3. to the stage as the subject of writing essaysFrom the day we came to the world, from the eyes of the family that is full of expectations, our shoulders are hung on the hope, loaded with dreams. As a baby, we call for childhood; as a teenager, we call for youth.
Youth, is a jumping note, can let us dance out of the miracle;
Youth, is a pen of wonderful colors, can let us show off the light;
Youth, is a sentence of words, can let us write life.
So, we call for youth.
In the arena of youth, we are free to soar, a person quietly, walking on the uninhabited path, listening to the birds singing cheerfully, smelling the flowers secretly spit fragrance, enjoy the vibrant spring. Touch the old tree trunks with your hand and feel the vicissitudes they have experienced. Breathe in the unique freshness of the land, savoring the simplicity of nature. Or through the clear glass, looking at the thriving everything, the heart can not help but rise up hope, recalling the baptism of the mood.
All of this is the gift of youth. So, we call for youth.
On the stage of youth, we are in full bloom. The youth of us, the heart is always mixed with a trace of rebellion. When it rains, we never hit the umbrella, running in the rain, cheering in the rain. Look at the flying down in front of the elves, singing, dancing, let them drill into my clothes, touch my cheeks, pat my palms, fell on my toes. The rain stopped, we shook our hair a little, still striding forward. "How can we see the rainbow if we don't go through the storm" has become our excuse to be cool.
All of this is the footprints of youth, so we call for youth.
On the stage of youth, we wrote the melancholy. A piece of fallen leaves from the eyes drifted past, a trace of sadness from the heart emerges. Youth, we are always sentimental, for the tragic fate of the main character in the book and tears, for the emergence of their own sought-after stars and screaming, for the happy ending of an idol play and laughter ...... Sometimes we are melancholy, sometimes we are confused, sometimes we are full of, but these touches of the heart, and is often inexplicable and unwarranted.
All of this is the omission of youth.
All of this is the omission of youth.
Youth, from childishness to maturity, from ignorance to profundity, from naivety to rationality, and from simplicity to complexity.
4. 600 words on the topic of the stage600 words on the topic of the stage: not butterflies dazzle and flutter, eagles wings to fight, the curtain quietly opened:
Lights at first light, if the big theater, that will be staged on the youth of the play called "Struggle", the characters in the drama began to mount the stage, the audience into the seat.
At the age of fourteen or fifteen, the door to youth opens. Behind the door is the stage of youth, we have become the protagonist on this stage. Started on stage, into the youth, mom and dad, teachers and friends look at us, looking forward to our bright future. The stage is carried out:
Everyone on the stage is doing their best to play their roles. They interpreted the drama and their own lives. On the stage, they are struggling, fighting for their careers, fighting for their ideals, the play is full of youthfulness and vigor. The exquisite acting skills, devoted expressions and classic words won the audience a burst of warm applause.
We have stepped into the youth, it is necessary to start a new journey, junior high school, we have a clear understanding of what the ideal, hidden in the white flowers of the test paper, thick pile of books between, our body did not cast a bright light, we just silently and quietly life. When time leaps by on the tail of the wind, we are already sitting in the senior classroom again, the windows are clear, quiet and refreshing. Still the same old life, but not bored, because there is always a dream in the heart, so beautiful that we are willing to fight with all our might. These days are ordinary, although plain, but also truly interpreted, on the stage of our youth. There have been tears and laughter, there have been pain and happiness, there have been disillusioned and uplifted, which is true and rich in a "history of struggle". Still remember, for that will come to the final exam, the teacher tirelessly guarded in the classroom, back home, mom gently sent a cup of honey water; friends pass a note, written words of comfort. They have been silently watching over us. The curtain fell:
The drama on the stage ended successfully. The actors finished speaking about their struggles and stood in the center of the stage, bowing y to the audience. After the applause, the stage fell, the audience left, and the play broke up.
After the high school exams, the university graduated, we stood on the tail of youth. At that time, we have finished our youthful struggle, we also realized their own ideals on. At that time, we will also y bow to our audience, to express our gratitude.
Perhaps the stage of our youth will come to an end, but the stage of our struggle will never come to an end.
5. Write an essay on the topic of "My Stage"My Stage
"Make a nice front bridge, and then set up the required posture, good, good! Just hold on like that for a little while, the show is about to start!" Encouraged by her dance teacher's concern, a little girl bent her legs in front of her body, endured the pain in her jaw, and posed for the rest of the cast behind her to come on stage. When she first appeared in front of the audience, she was overwhelmed with excitement as she heard people clapping for her for the first time. With great joy and excitement she successfully completed her first performance on stage ...... That's right! That little girl was me! Since then, I have loved not just singing, but also dancing, and have loved performing and showcasing my talent. God also seems to know what I want, many times he will be my favorite "gift" to me, but I always with it to pass by. When I was small, my mother read in the newspaper that a TV program was recruiting actors, and my mother, knowing my hobby, immediately told me the news. At that time, I was very happy to know that there was such an opportunity, but I was still very young and attached to my mother too much, and finally did not go to sign up. In retrospect, I really regret it a little, after all, it was my passion. But this was not the only opportunity, God always connects "gifts" with music. When I was a little older, a piano teacher and a ballet teacher came to select new students, and I was surprised when I was selected from among the many candidates. But for the piano my family can not afford to buy, and also because of my father's opposition and my literary life lost ...... There is another point that makes me satisfied, is the annual Children's Day at school, I did not miss a performance. Whenever I stand on the stage beautifully, my heart is full of excitement, and I feel that the whole stage belongs to my world at this moment. Yes, it is true that this stage is not big, but it is really the place where I realize my dream. When the lights flashed, I was the brightest star! Standing on the stage holding a microphone and singing my own songs, letting my voice resonate throughout the stage; standing on the stage waving my body dancing in my own style, letting my dance render the whole scene. When the perfect curtain call, I know I was not nervous, I saw the swaying glow sticks; I heard the warm applause; I had the warmth of the fans, and I realized the dream in my heart! However, I clearly know that the brilliant stage in my heart is not one step away! Without a strong will, there is no power to step on; without a solid foundation, it will be difficult to step on; without abundant strength, it will not step on for a long time! Therefore, what I need to adhere to is the belief; what I need to lay a solid foundation; what I need to accumulate is experience; what I need to store is strength. I believe that opportunity is left to those who are prepared, luck is also favored by those who have confidence. It is said that life is a stage, but what I need is not only a stage, but also want to have a stage in the stage. I know I have a pair of invisible wings, will take me to fly bravely, let the lights flashing, let the applause loud, let their own life to release the beauty!
6. to 'have a beautiful stage' as the theme to write an essay on the performance ofThe music sounded on the stage, in the colorful lights, a child is stepping on the rhythm of the music dancing, this child is me! From the time I was in my mother's womb, my mother deliberately nurtured my artistic talent.
She often sat in front of the window, with me enjoying the beautiful melody of the tape recorder, savoring the beautiful scenery of the sunset. When I was in my mother's womb, I would "dance" and "stretch my arms and kick my legs" when I heard the music, which was fast and slow, high and low, and mesmerizing.
Every time I opened the "ball", mom suffered! After the birth, in order to continue to train "dance skills", I disregarded my mother's obstruction, excitedly stumbled from this end of the house to show that end. Mom looked alarmed, then let the nanny take a towel tied to my waist, so that I slowed down the pace, but this practice has made me distressed.
This kept me out of danger, but at the same time deprived me of the opportunity to perform. I will intentionally against the nanny, mom's feet just out of the door, my feet after the "big mess", breaking free of the towel constraints, in the house free shuttle, continue to obsess about my art journey.
It's true that "there are always a lot of things that can happen at any given time." I'm not sure what I'm talking about! Once I was "performing" vigorously, an accidental fall on the ground, this fall can make me suffer, a small piece of broken glass just stuck in my forehead. I don't know whether it is God's help, or I am lucky, this piece of broken glass only left a mark on my forehead, but let me and the stage for a period of time, woo-hoo! In order to exercise my temperament, but also in order to fulfill my dream of becoming a dazzling star on the stage.
Mom after careful consideration for me to choose a very gentlemanly international standard dance, and then I will learn from the teacher, and then embarked on a difficult and happy dance road. After all, I am a man's body, at first in the middle of a colorful girl dancing really let me depressed for a long time, but in order to realize my dream of the stage, it is worth it! I learned to dance with all the girls, they have three to four years of dance foundation, have a certain performance experience, every movement is so standardized, fascinating.
And as a beginner, how do I look at my hands and feet like a "big flat", I can't stand the face of such a gap. I can't stand this kind of difference. It's not my personality to run away, from the day I realized my gap, I made up my mind that I must surpass them in a short period of time.
So every weekend, my figure appeared in front of the mirror in the practice room. I became the most diligent student beside the teacher, and followed her steps through every corner of the practice room. The floor was sprinkled with my sweat, and the light of the practice room witnessed my progress.
After a period of devilish training, I quickly emerged in the class and became the object of the teacher's attention.
In order for me to have a higher promotion space, my teacher enrolled me in the Chinese Dancers Association's International Standard Dance Examination License, and I went to observe the first examination license. Outside the exam room, I realized my own insignificance, really "there are people outside the people, outside the sky".
After learning the requirements for the test, I couldn't help but be dumbfounded! Two days later was the deadline for me to take the test. To learn 8 routines in 2 days and to practice them well was a great challenge for me, who was always confident! The next few days, I began the "devil training".
In the summer, every day in the 30-degree heat to practice 8 hours, the beads of sweat with one after another "spiral turn" splash out, the feet of the floor tiles are more and more slippery, so that the stability of the feet of the difficulty of increasing again. I realized that my feet and legs were swollen when I washed my feet at night, but I didn't realize it.
This was the hardest part of my dance career. I was able to enroll in three consecutive levels of exams, and I won the coveted gold medal in each level in a row.
The moment I checked my name on the list, I was thrilled beyond words. The journey of art is grueling and equally full of rewarding joy.
In the 16th Sichuan Sports Dance (GB Dance) Championships and the first Sichuan Students Sports Dance (GB Dance) Championships held not long ago, I stood out from hundreds of competitors with my first-time partner and achieved the fourth place in the group of 14 years old and above. On the stage I chose, I learned to be persistent and strong.
The hardship of practicing dance has honed me and given me the courage to face any setbacks and failures in my life and studies, and it will become the best memory in my life! My stage, only for me to exist; my stage, only I am the protagonist; my stage, only my interpretation of the wonderful! Since I was a child, my parents have been very strict with me, bent on cultivating me into a talent, so, at the age of 4, interest classes became my theme: piano, violin, painting, calligraphy, Go ...... Every day, I was busy, and as soon as I stopped, the sound of my mom and dad's teaching would ring out. In the eyes of others, I really became a genius, not only excellent grades, but also have a lot of specialties.
But secretly I don't like these days stuffed with interest classes. I wanted to play like other kids instead of practicing the piano at home; I wanted to talk about fun topics with other students instead of doing practice problems by myself; and I wanted ...... to have a lot of complaints about what my mom and dad were doing.
However, one day I realized that I got a lot more than others. In a piano competition, I tapped the keys with my fingers, and the wonderful notes were like a little elf, and everyone was intoxicated by my playing.
After a song, I bowed on the stage and the applause was thunderous. I took first place in that competition.
From that day, I understood that this is my stage, and the audience's applause is my motivation. Although, at first I didn't like this life, I adapted in one experience after another.
My mom and dad let me find my stage, and I will continue to work hard to bloom more for myself and for others.
7. Write a 800-word narrative essay on the topic of "Performance"I remember the New Year's Day when I took part in the "New Year's Concert" performance.
I was too timid to perform on stage. But my guzheng teacher kept encouraging me: "Don't be afraid, it's okay.
You're learning well and playing skillfully. When you play, just focus on your playing and don't think about anything else."
Whenever Mr. Lin spoke these words, I was confident and kept practicing. The day of the New Year's concert came, and as I walked into the dressing room, my teacher encouraged me, "Don't be nervous, I'm sure you'll do a great job."
I applied to Ms. Lin: "Can I go backstage again a few times in a while?" The teacher nodded, a smile on her apple-like face. Ten minutes passed, twenty minutes passed.
Soon it will be my turn to perform, my heart is very nervous, afraid of not playing well, to the teacher to lose face how to do? I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do it right. Suddenly, I remembered that Mr. Lin once encouraged me to say: everyone can shine on the stage, relying on confidence and courage.
Confidence makes you work harder to learn this song; courage makes you play it more boldly. At this time, the host's microphone issued a loud voice: "Now by please Guo Xiaoxue students perform guzheng solo "Shandandandan Blossom Red"."
The moment I stepped onto the stage, those rollicking performances of the previous students echoed in my ears, giving me great pressure. It made my heart pound so hard it was about to pop out of my chest.
I stepped up to the piano, nodded to everyone, and started playing. When I started playing, I was so nervous that I played "do" instead of "mi".
I quietly looked up and glanced at the teacher, she still smiled at me, the teacher's smile gave me great encouragement, as if to say to me: "Do not be nervous, play slowly. The teacher believes in you."
I continued to play. I summoned up enough courage not to think about anything else, not to worry about making a mistake, and I played the piece down seriously.
"Le" end tone - the following resounded a warm applause, my heart inside the beautiful; the teacher said I played very well, the rhythm is also well grasped; mom and dad also praised me to play well. I was so happy that I couldn't tell you how happy I was.
That time, I applaud myself, I am no longer timid. I can be like the wild lily with the aroma for their own applause ...... At this time, I remembered the teacher to encourage me words: everyone can shine on the stage, relying on just confidence and courage.
8. to the stage as the topic of essaycampus is to give me the cradle of knowledge; campus is to teach me to do the reason of the window; campus is to point out that my error of the guiding light; campus is to let me show my own style of the stage.
Campus, let me from ignorance to knowledge; let me from childish to mature. I remember, I just went to school when I was very timid, in the third grade, I participated in the first school held a reading contest.
I was especially nervous about the competition. "The next contestant, Yang Xiao of the third (1) class, recites The Joy of Snowflakes."
The host read my name. Oops, how come it's my turn so soon? I walked up too slowly.
I began to read aloud: "If I were a snowflake, fluttering in mid-air dashing, I must recognize my direction, flying, flying, flying - this ground has my direction ...... "What's the next line? Oh no, forgot the words. I stupid yarn standing on the stage, somehow, the brain is blank, a word can not say.
Fortunately, the teacher gave me to solve the siege: "This little student is too nervous, go down to prepare for the preparation again. Good, now please the next contestant ......" I walked off the stage, under the stage, I secretly cried, the thought of the scene just now is difficult.
The teacher is not still want me to race? What's the use of crying? In the bottom of my heart issued another voice. So I wiped away my tears, picked up the book, and read it a few times in silence.
The second time, I walked onto the stage again. Finally, I finished reciting smoothly.
The results came out, I actually got the first prize in the third grade group, so that three teachers gave me full marks. It was my first time to participate in a competition, and I have always treasured that certificate.
The campus is really a stage for me to show my style. Later, I became the host of the Colonel's flag-raising ceremony, and when I took the microphone and faced more than 1,000 people in the school, I was no longer nervous and no longer afraid.
Campus, let me become confident; campus, let me become knowledgeable; campus, let me learn to be considerate; campus, let me learn to fail to work hard. Campus, my stage.
I want to be in this belongs to me on the stage, show have style of me.
9. to a performance as the topic of writing a composition on musicI remember the third grade I had a training course last arts performance I remember most, that afternoon, my mother sent me there, not yet to our performance, stay in the chemist's room to sit obediently. But because I was so nervous, I forgot almost all of the lines I recited. What should I do? I thought to myself. I'm the leader of this show. If I fail, I'll drag everyone down. One hour and two hours passed, and the time for us to go on stage was getting closer and closer. When the host said, "Please welcome the second class of Chinese Dance to the stage, and the small host class to get ready", we went backstage to get ready. Then, everyone went backstage to get ready, and my heart beat faster and faster. I repeatedly said to myself: calm down, calm down. But I couldn't calm down. My heart was pounding like a rabbit. The next performance, the small host class recited the program "*** Innovation Era"! Oh, my God, it's going so fast! I'm about to go on stage. I was about to ask the teacher for a megaphone when I got the unfortunate news that the megaphone was broken and I had to pass the microphone around. I panicked even more. What if I didn't get it? When I went on stage, my heart felt like a bucket of water - it was all over the place. The first line I said was: "For the sake of the motherland, for the sake of the people, we **** the era of innovation. "Then passed to the next person ...... I did not expect my worries became a fact, really basket scoop! Because we take the way to hand the microphone, the microphone did not pass to, the music has been over. The following came a burst of discussion, the sound like a pot of cold water to wake me up, I was more calm. The line changed and I was at the front of the line. Hundreds of eyes were looking at me, but I wasn't afraid, I was more calm. The show ended with the words "We **** the new age!" The show finally came to an end with the phrase "We **** the age of innovation! This performance made me realize one thing: Confidence is the first secret of success. You should believe in yourself in order to succeed.
10. write a 600-word essay on the topic of an unforgettable partyDecember 30, the weather was clear and sunny, I participated in a dance performance called "Baby's Memory, Growing Up Happy", which is also a special report on the work of our dance teacher Li Yuexin.
Stepping into the studio hall, I was immediately attracted by the beautiful stage set. Just see the front of the stage decorated with a cluster of pink, purple, blue balloons, placed on both sides of the six pots of more than a meter of large-leafed potted flowers, and then outside is a tall green curtain, decorated with white snowflakes, the most striking is the background of the stage, hanging a string of small bright lights, in the dark purple curtain under the shadow of the night sky like a twinkling star. Coupled with the colorful lights flickering, the stage is beautifully dressed.
The show officially began, the first show is "when I was a little baby", a group of cute little girls lying on the stage in the music accompanied by randomly stretching their little arms, shaking their little legs, a picture of a small baby immediately showed in front of me. As the program continued, the baby gradually grew up, staged "baby will walk", "the first time to step on the rain" two dances, interpretation of the baby's innocent and cute, naive image.
The fourth dance was ours, and our program was "First Dream - Being a Soldier". More than 20 of our students dressed in camouflage uniforms, berets, black high boots, wearing thunderbolt gloves, dancing rhythmically to the accompaniment of the powerful music of "Soldier Doll". Our movements were neatly organized, our shouts were loud and clear, our kicks, horizontal forks, vertical forks, and sweeping kicks were performed one after another, and the audience applauded us vigorously. Just like the lyrics sung in the song "soldier dolls ambition, not afraid of the wind and not afraid of the rain, exercise to protect the country", we jumped can be energetic, really from this moment set up from a young exercise, the future defense of the country's lofty aspirations.
In a standard military salute and the audience warm applause, the end of our dance. Next is our teacher Li on the stage, he and a group of boys, performing the hero of "Linhai Xueyuan" --- Yang Zirong. We saw them in full green uniforms, wearing white leg-length white capes and cotton army hats, running onto the stage in a neat line. Mr. Li made a big jump, high and steady, and his horizontal fork in the air was straight and flat, earning him a full house of applause. They sometimes run in the forest sea, sometimes horse whip galloping in the snowy plains, eyes gleaming eyes ahead, in the music accompaniment, a Yang Zi Rong was played to life.
Next, the cadets performed dances such as "The First Time I Whispered", "The First Time I Went to School", "Joining the Young Pioneers", "Carrying My Big Schoolbag", and "Happy Birthday". These dances are narrating the story of our growth, as if it had happened around us, it looks particularly intimate, watching it, we can't help but recall our own growing up years, recalling a scene and a scene of our own gradual growth.
After the dance performance, Mr. Li returned to the stage surrounded by students, and the whole audience rang a warm and long-lasting applause, we all warmly applauded for this hard-working, dedicated, love students, talented and good teacher.
We ended the show in a cheer, this is really an unforgettable dance party ah!