2022 to "this is my stage" as the theme of the examination essay (10)
life or sad or happy, always difficult to smooth sailing, pick up the heart of the corner of the leaping, go to the bitter search for that piece of your stage, a thousand sails after the end of the day, there will always be a sea and sky. That will be eternal collection. The following I organized for you to "this is my stage" as the theme of the midterm essay, I hope you like!
Archimedes once said, "Give me a fulcrum, I can pry up the whole earth." Another person said: "Give me a stage, I can perform my life."
When I was a child, I often heard the beautiful violin from my sister's room, and under the influence of the violin, I was unknowingly interested in the violin. From then on, I aspired to become an outstanding violinist.
When I was eight years old, my mother gave me a good violin teacher, at first I was full of confidence, the skill of the violin by leaps and bounds, but with the passage of time, the difficulty is more and more difficult, and often practiced numbness of the arm, and gradually, I lost interest in the violin. The teacher seems to read my mind, in order to re-stimulate my interest in the violin, specially arranged for me to practice the world-famous song "Liang Zhu", ready to go to participate in the school's annual 1 degree of cultural performances.
Sun and moon like a shuttle, two weeks in a blink of an eye passed, I can never "Liang Zhu" smooth performance, whenever I pick up the violin to play, the heart will be irritated, upset, but also in the strings of the chaotic play and pull, hate to smash the violin. Mom saw, said at length: "Everything will be from easy to difficult, if you encounter difficulties to give up, will never succeed." Looking at my mom's expectant eyes I couldn't help but feel a shock in my heart: my mom has such high expectations of me, how can I let her down? Water dripping over a stone, as long as everything is persistent, there is nothing that can't be done. My fighting spirit was inspired, in the future training, I am hard, diligent, never stop, day after day, my fingers can finally skillfully dance on the strings, I persist in the pursuit of a beautiful melody in the self-indulgence, dancing fingertips in the experience of life.
The reunion came as scheduled, and the programs went on one by one. My turn, I calmly mounted the stage and opened the sheet music. With the melody of "Liang Zhu", I took the first step in my life. As my fingertips continued to fly, my teacher and classmates were gradually mesmerized by the sound of my instrument. In the midst of the dancing musical notes, I ended my performance, and thunderous applause erupted from the stage. I bowed y and slowly walked off the stage.
I finally realized my dream wish, on the stage of their own, on the stage to write their own success!
One day, I was practicing the piano, the teacher suddenly came over to me, I thought the teacher to check how I practiced, but he shot me and said: "In a few weeks there will be a competition, there is still a place left, you Will you go?" I didn't think much about it and said yes.
Not long after this I forgot about it, until the teacher reminded me, I just remembered, he gave me the score of the competition, I read it immediately after the collapse, this time the song is particularly difficult, I even learn not necessarily let alone memorize it, but who let me when I agreed to, can only be resigned to it.
So, every day after school, the teacher will teach me a little content, but how can I not learn, especially the climax of the part, my fingers are almost not enough to use, and would like to grow out of the head of the six arms, although the teacher constantly told me to take their time, put down the heart to learn, but I just can not be quiet, always feel that I can not learn, coupled with the distance from the competition day has been very close. I wanted to give up and stop participating in the competition. My teacher said to me, "You have to believe in yourself, if you keep thinking that you can't do it, then you will never learn it. If you don't have the courage to try, how will you know if you can?"
After listening to my teacher's words|, I adjusted my mindset and practiced hard, and finally I was able to play the whole piece skillfully and memorize it.
On the day of the competition, I came to the venue early and started to familiarize myself with the score after putting on my makeup, but because I was so nervous, I couldn't memorize a single part of the piece.
At this time, I heard the radio announcement, I was the first on the stage, I was too nervous, before I went up to my legs constantly in the material, the sweat on the face of the make-up is blurred, my mother said that she would stand on the stage to give me encouragement, so that I don't get nervous, just like the usual practice.
After the stage, I bowed to the judges and the audience, sitting in front of the piano, I remembered my mother's words, a long sigh of relief, began to play in front of the play very smooth, but to the climax of the part, my hands began to be out of my control, back of the score can not remember, I paused for several seconds at a loss for words, at this point I heard my mother's voice of encouragement on the stage, I calmly try to remember the tune of the content, finished the performance. I was able to get it back and finish the performance.
I was thrilled to hear the applause from the audience. I would like to thank my teacher for encouraging me to participate and my mom for supporting me. I believe that I will be on my own stage in the future to bloom my style.
The park was bustling with people as the lights came on. Perhaps, fading from the gorgeous performance clothes, dazzling flash, here, is also my stage.
"Hello!" I hurriedly wrapped up my knee pads while boarding my roller skates and headed into the crowd.
Hurriedly skating through, I slightly bent over, swinging my arms back and forth, eyes sweeping around, want to put this beautiful starlight reflecting the lake into the eyes; put this wind dancing leaves into the eyes; put this laughing people into the eyes. Put this ......
"Ah!" I don't know where the stone lifted me to the ground in one fell swoop. At once, the beautiful lake color, the fluttering leaves, and the lively crowd all fell with me, and the sky turned upside down. The small wind blew, slightly licking the wound on my palm, actually hurt me so much that I reddened my eyes, when I looked closely: I only saw a few stones y set in the flesh, and the blood kept bubbling outwards, which was particularly eye-piercing. I have been paralyzed on the ground, pain plus frustration, a moment so that I do not know what to do.
Just then, not far away from the square sounded music. Oh, a group of old ladies danced to the melody. Their movements were a bit stiff and sluggish. However, their faces were full of joy and happiness. Look, even if their faces are gone. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new car, and you'll be able to get it to work.
Thinking about it, I used my hands to support my body. The left foot, the right foot slowly stabilized, to maintain a good balance, up the upper body, I stood up again, I stood on their own stage again! Stealing to borrow the music not far in the distance, I began to slowly slide again, one step, two steps, arms swinging back and forth, I slowly find the previous pattern.
Autumn wind and I walk side by side, the falling leaves are my most lovely dance partner, the stars blinking eyes, record my most beautiful moment, the lake slightly rippled, became my most loyal audience. I glanced at the square is dancing crowd, against the light, they are all still elegant, living out the most beautiful themselves; look at myself, climb up in pain, insist on gliding into the wind, on my own stage, I am the most dazzling star!
The wounds on my hands passed away with time, but the wind that night, the stars that night, and myself that night, were y burned into my heart.
Who said that only a magnificent stage can set off the actor's style? In the company of nature, I am the most outstanding star, this, and not my stage?
I'm not sure if I'm the right person for the job, but I'm not sure if I'm the right person for the job, and I'm not sure if I'm the right person for the job, but I'm not sure if I'm the right person for the job.
I like to run in the summer sunshine surrounded by the fragrance of flowers and plants.
When I was a kid, I was passionate about long-distance running, and the sprint was always full of passion and fervor. Physical education class, with the teacher's a clear whistle, we started in a burst of uniform footsteps in the long-distance running. After a few laps, some students were physically exhausted, while others were getting faster and faster. I was already sweating profusely and my feet were slightly heavy, but with the finish line only two hundred meters away, I gritted my teeth, mobilized my whole body, and ran towards the finish line on the blazing ground. I crossed the finish line, leaving only a whistling wind behind. I stood on the plastic runway of the playground, which is also my stage.
Cozying up on the piano in my free time has become part of my life.
On a warm weekend afternoon, the air was filled with the scent of sunshine. I was sitting in front of the piano, my fingers bouncing on the black and white keys, fast or slow, light or heavy. The sunlight poured into my room through the window, illuminating the dust in the dry air, and the sunlight poured onto the piano, illuminating the black and white keys brightly. I leaned forward slightly, and my hands struggled to play a piece of Chopin's Fantasy Impromptu, which reverberated and stirred in the room, raising dust of gray and white clarity. I sit at the piano, which is also my stage.
I heartily love to enjoy the night in the breeze that puffs up from the rooftop.
Occasionally, when I have time, I put the rest of my things aside and push open the door of the rooftop to enjoy the refreshing night breeze, the bustling night scene and the sparkling night sky. I spread out the prepared cushion and lay comfortably on it. At first glance there was an infinite blackness above my head, but with a closer look I realized that the darkness was permeated by thousands and hundreds of points of starlight, a piece of the unknown, a piece of the mysterious, which evoked my longing. The moonlight covered me in a silver-white blanket that surrounded me tightly. My eyes reflected the brightly lit buildings and houses. I sat on the rooftop of the roof of my home, which was also my stage.
A writer once said: "In my world, the stage is made up of a piece of puzzle", and this is also true for me, only to find their favorite things to do this "puzzle", the stage performance will be more exciting.
In the long road of life, I firmly believe that life is not only the stage of others, but also my stage.
Everyone has their own stage in their heart. The heart is as big as the stage is. In the stage of life. Only struggle to gallop in the ideal track.
The culture of the second year of junior high school has long been opened. It is said that the second year of junior high school is a fork in the road. Good very good, poor very poor. More than anything else, it can determine our whole life. We stand on the empty stage, ho unprepared to stand under the dazzling lights. Surrounded by glitter, the stage remains terrifyingly silent. No rehearsal, no preparation, no applause. I'm going to take out all my courage and dance my way to the top.
I am a poor student. It is well known. All day hanging around. I have nothing but art, not quite the past there is nothing else good. But my dream is to go to the China Academy of Art ah! I should for my own ideals, beliefs. For the sake of silence, go and fight hard. From now on. From now on. For their own dreams, to work hard.
5:50 a.m. I'm here with my English book to memorize the words.
Midday lunch break. The students are sleeping, I still write homework at the table.
At 6:20 p.m., I arrived at the cram school with my friends. The teacher of the cram school gives a lecture and finishes the homework.
10pm. Teacher, just finished homework. Take the bus home with your friends.
10:30 p.m. Previewing the text.
While I was studying the text, I thought about the me who was smiling and laughing as I took the top spot in my studies. The mom who says, "Why aren't you in bed yet?" And the often labored and tired answer, "No? Not yet."
I wanted to hug that girl who was studying so hard at night. Pat her on the back. Dry the tears in the corners of her eyes. Say to her, "You're awesome, come on, you'll make it."
I believe I can. I can be my sparkling, brilliant self.
Although every performance has the potential to fail. But if you have to stop, cry, and lament. Why don't you get up, pat the dirt on your body, keep dancing, and never give up? I want to be able to watch the flowers blossom and fall in the garden. I want to be open. I want to be open. There is also the freedom of the sky.
Life is long. We are young. There is vigor. There is vigor. How about now, for themselves, for the ideal to go wantonly indulge in a round. Dance for yourself. Whether or not there is an audience, whether or not there is cheering. But also to strive to dance out their own wonderful. Dance out, the dashing life!
Here, too, is my stage.
The brush, the paper, the board, the tripod, the combination of the four together is a perfect stage.
Take up the pen, the tip of the pen across the paper, leaving elegant traces, wandering in the cultural fantasy, taste the ancient charm of history, and appreciate the poetry of picking up which.
Walking in the gallery, in the temple of fine arts and Leonardo da Vinci **** enjoy the "Last Supper", to go with the "Mona Lisa" together with a laugh, and finally with Van Gogh in the "night sky" under the number of stars.
Fine art taught me the attitude of life. The green-blue paintbrush rubbing on the paper, a few strokes will set its initial shape. The shape is like an eagle that has just lifted its wings and flown, shy and curious. From the shape to the details, it has taken shape under the stroke of the brush, like Zheng Banqiao's "Bite the green mountain and don't let go, the roots of the original in the broken rock. A thousand grinding ten thousand strikes is still strong, let the east and west, south and north winds."
And from the line to the surface is a simple and uncomplicated step.
Look, the dark side, such as "I wash the ink stone pool head tree, each blossom light ink marks. Don't want people to praise the good color, only to leave the clear air full of Qiankun." It speaks of its ordinary and unwilling, because of its ordinary, so it is not remembered, and because of its unwillingness to support the beauty of the whole picture.
The gray surface and the bright surface, just as "heaven and earth is not heart, all things noble its true. The gray and glossy surfaces are just like "Heaven and earth have no heart, and everything is true to itself.
It is precisely because of the fusion and intertwining of the three sides of light, gray, and dark that a perfect work is formed.
Yes, it is such a stage, the achievement of me.
Put down the pen, rubbed his brow, stood up and left, leaving only an elegant figure.
Pen, placed on the table, in front of a tripod, a piece of work on it.
The cold wind is howling, the snow is flying. My waist is getting more and more bent. I can't hold on any longer. The snow on my back, like a thousand meteorite, pressed me hard.
I struggled to raise my back, shaking my body, trying to reduce some of the weight. There is always a thought in my mind to support me, so that I do not give up ...... I waist straightened more, although the snow is still attached to my body. The earth is barren, it seems that I am more small, it seems not worth it, anyway, next spring life will continue, but I have my reasons for insisting. The wind is still blowing, the snow is still falling. There was a moment when I really wanted to give up. I looked at the sky, at the rare sunlight, and thirsted. I begged the sun to shower me with sunshine, but it was still the same. I continued to beg and plead ...... I thought of the bet. All the grasses said they could not survive the winter and had to wait for spring. I said I don't believe it, can't pine trees and evergreens? If they can, why can't we? If there are no miracles, then we have to make miracles. They all scoffed and said they didn't believe me. So there was this bet. When I think of it, a fierce excitement, waist straightened more than ever, almost all of them are going to slumber it.
One day, two days, or three days, I can not remember. Probably the sun heard my heart, sprinkle a large amount of sunshine on me, as if I remember the words: child, I see your persistence, so I will not treat you poorly." It was warm. See? That green in the corner, that's me. I sway in the wind and dance in the snow. Every day, this place lets down a big ray of sunshine, warming my heart. Here, too, is my stage.
The dream stage is bright and spacious, the lights are flashing, the stage is a group of audience, and I am the focus of the crowd.
The stage in life is big and small, the so-called life everywhere is the stage, even the window at home is also my small stage.
Memories on the window
The smallest stage is the window, which is one of the most beautiful memories of childhood. Standing on the window, I could freely play, the audience was my family, no matter whether the performance was wonderful or not, there was a burst of laughter, "stage" I sang and danced, recited poems and paintings, do not have to do any preparation, free to play.
With my sister, I often perform a song is (learn cat call) because my sister every time I eat to listen to me sing, but also sing and dance not only coaxed my sister to eat food, but also coaxed the family to laugh. There was a time when my family would come in and go out with the phrase "Let's learn to meow together, let's meow together". The home became our stage.
Memories of the stage
From kindergarten onwards, I like to participate in a variety of activities, like the applause and applause of the big and small stage has left me a variety of good memories. Recently stepped on the stage, the stage performers each program is wonderful, the stage is also high, suddenly I was a little nervous, when I took a little nervous and professional pace on the wooden floor of the stage, the whole audience issued a warm applause, my mood is slightly relaxed stood next to the grand piano one-handed hold piano to the audience bowed, began my performance, at once, the whole audience was silent.
"Mi re mi shi la do ......"
The song "Release the Horse Song" was finished, and there was thunderous applause from the audience, and I was completely relaxed, with a confident smile on my face.
My stage
The stage is not big or small, life is a stage everywhere, cherish the moment, because we are performing every day, everyone is interpreting a different role.
Here is also my stage! I will perform a wonderful life!
Life is a stage everywhere.
In all parts of the world, there are always a variety of stages, there are suitable for you, there are not suitable for you, but there will always be an exclusive stage for you, the stage is open for us ......
Stage - once
Once upon a time, I turned on the TV, and what caught my eye was a person standing on the stage performing singing, dancing, Peking Opera... They were using what they were good at to show the audience a wonderful side. They mesmerize me, they make me envious, I also want to be like them, standing on the stage to show myself. This is my goal, and I aspire to one day stand on stage and perform with an audience cheering for me.
I know that I am good at dance, the basic skills are solid, I think I can go on stage, so I keep practicing and breaking through.
Stage - now
Until one day, my dance teacher notified our class to go to shoot the dance program in the Spring Festival Gala, all of a sudden, a surprise in my heart, I think it is the opportunity given to me by God, I want to go through this opportunity to stand on the stage, and find their own stage. So, I practiced more diligently, and prepared for everything.
Finally waited for this day, I thought: I must firmly grasp, this opportunity to show themselves. After the shoot, I felt that the stage is a very interesting platform. During the filming, I slowly changed from nervousness to confidence, maybe this is the charm of the stage!
At one time, I was envious of the dancers on stage, but now I'm finally on stage, and this is my stage!
The stage, is so attractive, everyone has a stage in their heart, that belongs to their own stage!
You can always find light in the darkness. --Title
What is the most important thing in life? Attention and penetration. What is penetration? It is the ability to exclude all the surrounding flurry, eyes only looking at their own way. On stage, it's the same.
You can see through the darkness, see the starlight; you can see through the appearance, see the ugliness of human nature; you can get rid of all the microblogging and microblogging harassment, adhere to the focused study. This is the penetrating power. And penetration is precisely the same as attention.
That time, I sang and performed, bearing the pressure of the protagonist, on the stage. The audience below has been talking, probably because it is too small, it makes so say. And at the moment, I have a lot of guts, completely ignoring the comments under the stage, began to perform. The performance went very well and I got off the stage perfectly.
We give up so much and see so many difficulties that we turn into losers again and again. But you also did not like Ma Yun every time from failure to success; you also did not like Stetson, from the trough of life. So don't give up, stick with it.
In fact, success does not lie in how long you have insisted. How long you hold on is not the most important thing, the key is whether you stick to it. You only have to keep insisting, and tell yourself when you can not see hope, my choice is not wrong, continue to insist, so it is useful. Maybe stick to it a little bit more, you can get the diamond of victory, but most people just give up the path they chose in that last little bit.
Perhaps life is never a straight road. When I visited Tianmen Mountain, I took a photo on the hillside, and in the photo you can see that the mountain road makes countless turns, and even continues to turn down from the top, but eventually this road will lead to the top of Tianmen Mountain.
Please remember that each of us can reach the top of our life as long as we have the top of the mountain in our heart, even if the road is twisting and turning.