In study, work and even life, we all often see the figure of essay, right? Essay can be divided into elementary school essays, secondary school essays, college essays (papers). Still at a loss for essays? The following is my sixth grade essay on learning the arts, which is only for reference, and I hope it can help you.
Sixth grade essay on learning the art 1The guzheng has a magical attraction for me. In my junior year, I only listened to music. Mr. Hu played a piece and immediately fell in love with the guzheng. After going home with my parents, I finally learned the guzheng as I wished.
A few days after enrollment, because the new guzheng could not be sent immediately, had to go to Mr. Hu first to play the piano on the strings recognized. For a while, the twenty-one strings became the twenty-one enemies in my eyes. At first I memorized them in order. After a while, I thought I had practiced almost enough. I was so excited that I asked Mr. Hu to take the test. At first it was easy to say, because there was no disorder. But then, Mr. Hu's request was too difficult. High notes, low notes. It made me suffer and naturally I didn't pass the test.
Back home, I cried a lot. But then, I felt I couldn't give up. So I got out of bed and continued to memorize string positions until I had all of them down.
Later, I played the piano at Mr. Hu's house. We were supposed to practice "Almost 4 O'Clock" (a right-handed exercise), but when we got to the piano, we had to play the "Almost 4 O'Clock". Just one of the hand patterns was slightly wrong, especially the various techniques. Mr. Hu would use her educational tool - hitting me on the back of my hand, which hurt like hell. But I was not discouraged. I watched carefully how Ms. Hu played and then compared it with myself. Keep discovering, keep comparing, keep learning. Finally, I never let Mr. Hu hit my hand again.
Now I can play many songs. The year before last, I won the silver medal in the national "Star Torch" final. I still remember my mom's happy face when she congratulated me. At that moment, I was very proud.
Nowadays, guzheng has become my inseparable hobby. Guzheng practice is like a fire that exercises my courage and perseverance
Learning the Art of Sixth Grade Composition 2Early in the morning, Miss Fox heard a burst of cheerful music coming from the far side of the forest. Oh, it turns out that Miss Cat Modeling's enrollment training has begun again. Miss Fox eagerly stood in front of the dresser mirror, scrutinizing herself. She said to herself, "What a beautiful body! It's a shame you can't be a star as a model!" She thought to herself, "If I go to the modeling contest, I will be the first place!"
So she dressed up and rushed to Miss Cat's modeling agency and asked to join Miss Cat's modeling team. With that, Miss Fox's runway training began. On the first day of the training course, Miss Cat had to teach everyone to walk the runway. As soon as Miss Cat demonstrated, Fox shouted, "Who wouldn't! It's too easy." Everyone looked at Miss Fox with reproachful eyes, but Miss Fox simply ignored her and continued to stroke her tail, blink her sparkling eyes, and pout her pointed mouth. When Miss Cat had finished her demonstration and emphasized the main points, she let everyone practice individually. But before it was Miss Fox's turn, she couldn't wait to rush onto the stage. After her tail was swung out and her head was up, she gleefully walked a foxtrot on the t-platform. She had just taken a few steps when she suddenly burst out laughing. Miss Cat rushed towards the stage and patiently demonstrated to her, but Miss Fox couldn't hear her and felt embarrassed. I turned my attention to Miss Cat and my classmates and said, "You won't even appreciate it. This is art, and I'm not learning." Then he strutted and foxtrotted.
After that, word of the fox's artistic learning spread through the animal kingdom, and everyone began to laugh at her and hate her, but not Miss Fox. Quick look! So far, the fox still walks like a thief.
Learning the Art of Sixth Grade Essay 3Music is an art, and I think it is the most beautiful of all the arts because it touches our souls. When high emotions can not be vented, listen to music, all the troubles will disappear, and life will become wonderful again.
Today, people are often burdened with problems and stress. They spend their days living in shame, lost in the mirage of the city and don't care about their daily feelings. Slowly, they all become the same machine, shrouded in a cloud of sadness. Music, on the other hand, is the medicine that brings them back to the past.
I don't know if the music is like the mood or the mood is like the music! Or perhaps music and mood are one! Man and nature are also one! Music itself is life, and life is music.
Music cleanses the heart. People immersed in the world of music tend to be more open-minded, more delicate feelings, more stable emotions, more understanding of other people's moods, so it is easier to get along with others. At the same time, they are more likely to feel the joy of life and love life.
Music is a good teacher. It will take your heart out of the hustle and bustle and bring you to a quiet place to calm your restless heart. Music is your friend when you are happy and your companion when you are disillusioned.
Music can play too many roles of truth, goodness and beauty, and its role in life is indispensable. It is a good way for human beings to cultivate their sentiments, and it is a ladder for the spread of civilization. Let the music into the heart of each person, to understand the essence of the most beautiful, feel the rhythm of human truth!
- Let music enter the soul!
Learning the art of the sixth grade essay 4During the summer, I was fortunate enough to read "the most wanted storybook for elementary school students". One of the stories inspired me a lot. It is called "The Little Swineherd Learns His Art".
This story focuses on the fact that once upon a time there was a very powerful little stag. Because of this, he wanted to learn more skills. He first went to learn martial arts, but after a few days of practicing, he ran back crying; then he went to learn how to climb a tree, and after a few falls, he stopped learning. Finally, he devoted himself to learning how to catch insects and eventually became an expert at catching them.
This story tells us a truth, that is, to do things seriously and hard, do not give up halfway, only hard work can succeed. My research on skating is a good example.
I remember it was a sunny day when I took the necessary things to learn skating. When I arrived at Spiegel Plaza, I put on my "armor" and started practicing. I accidentally stood up suddenly, followed by a "thud". It was because I was not prepared that I fell down. That was just the warm-up. Now it's the climax. I watched the others carefully. They were all practicing steadiness first, following the wall slowly. This is my strong point! I joined their group and practiced. Somehow the pulley played its childish role again. I tried to turn left, but it turned right and I fell again. It made the others almost laugh. After much effort, my efforts were not rewarded. Disappointed, I was ready to pack up and go home. But then I saw that people a few years younger than me had learned to skate, so wouldn't I have to learn more? And, what to tell my parents? So, I practiced again. I watched everyone's skating moves with my heart and then learned from them, and it didn't take me long to learn.
So you must have the spirit of perseverance and fortitude to do things, and you can't give up halfway, so you can succeed in the end.
Learning the arts of the sixth grade essay 5I do not know when I liked music, so I enrolled in the violin special class. Now we are in the sixth grade do not go to the special class, but I still often think of the sweet and sour in the special class.
I remember that until I went to Yinghua I thought that art was just drawing and singing. One time I showed off in front of my mom, "Mom, do you believe I can sing better than you." Mom said, "I think you ah, in a few years of practice before you come, your school is not a special class? I believe my mother's words, so I came to the special violin class by mistake. At first, I thought the violin was quite fun, so I began to learn the violin seriously. I remember one time: the teacher taught us a piece that required plucking the strings, and I thought it was quite good, so I practiced it very seriously, but in a few days my hands were rubbed out with several blisters, which made me feel like I was being smashed by a hammer, and I wanted to give up, I thought to myself, "The violin is too difficult, it is not suitable for those who are afraid of suffering like me. I thought, "It's too hard for a person like me who is afraid of pain, so I'd better give up. When I wanted to find the teacher to discuss withdrawing from the class, the teacher suddenly came to me and asked me with concern: "Wang Bingxin heard that you have blisters on your hands, come to give you a little ointment." Hearing this warmed my heart, and I forgot all about the matter of withdrawing from the class. From now on I work hard to learn the violin, the violin has become a hobby I can not give up.
Although I know the violin will not be good, but I have to learn it.
Learning Art for 6th Grade Essay 6Art is everywhere in very life, and everyone has his or her own specialty, and my specialty is painting, which brings me a lot of joy.
My mom enrolled me in a painting class, and I had to get up at six o'clock every morning to go to class. At first, I found painting very boring, but gradually, I fell in love with painting, and now painting is like a good friend that I can't leave for a moment.
I remember when I first started to learn how to draw, I took the drawing board handed over by the teacher and started to draw. The teacher asked us to draw a character, you can exaggerate to play their own imagination random drawing. When I was halfway through the drawing, I was shocked by my own drawing. I was shocked by my drawing, "Is this what I drew?" It didn't look like a human being, and it didn't look like a ghost, but I still drew on with my head. When the teacher asked us to show and introduce our work, I ran up joyfully and said, "This is my drawing, I drew a little monster, everyone say it looks good?" As soon as my words hit the ground, everyone laughed and said that what I drew was "not like a monster". I was so sad that I wiped my tears and went back to my seat. Everyone was still laughing, so I angrily crumpled up the paper, threw it into the trash can, and walked out of the classroom in a huff. After my classmates had left, my teacher called me over, picked up the paper that had been thrown into the trash can, smoothed it out, and comforted me, saying, "The little monster is so cute, and my teacher thinks that your drawing is very good, and that a drop of water can penetrate a stone, and that all things are accomplished naturally. The teacher's words are like a light in the darkness, giving me the direction of the road of painting, and bringing me a lot of enlightenment, so I benefited a lot.
From then on, I worked harder to learn to draw, and my work was praised by my teachers and classmates. My journey to learn the art has taught me one thing, only when you give something will you get something out of it.
Learning the art of sixth grade essay 7Today, my mom and I visited the Leonardo da Vinci Science and Art Exhibition.
Before going, I only knew that Leonardo da Vinci was a great painter. What research could he have done in science? With curiosity, I started my art journey today.
Entering the exhibition hall, the first choice that impressed me was the hotel. Finch designed and invented a bridge that could stand on a river without any support. It really is an amazing bridge!
We walked in and looked at his paintings and various scientific inventions, it was really amazing.
After walking for a while, I saw Da. Finch's world-famous portrait of the Mona Lisa, where is its mystery? I looked left and right, nothing found! At this time the narrator said, "Children, you see what he has a mystery?" You can try walking from one side of the painting to the other. As you walk, look into her eyes and you'll realize that no matter where you go, you'll feel like she's watching you. I tried that once, walking along a wall, and it was true! It was really amazing. She was really looking at me. This is truly an admirable world famous painting!
Near the exit, I saw two more fascinating things. One is Da. Vinci's famous painting "The Vitruvian Man" has many perfect proportions. One was Da. Vinci designed robots, and his mechanics are still used today.
Through this exhibition, I learned that da. Vinci not only made great achievements in painting, but also in astronomy, physics, bionics and mechanics.
I want to learn from his curiosity and courage to learn and explore.
Learning the Arts 6th Grade Essay 8I love music, so my mother bought me a piano and I have been practicing since I was seven years old.
I have been learning piano for six years now. In these six years, I practiced every day, and now my piano has passed the sixth grade and I can play quite a lot of tunes, and the best one I played is the tune "Vltava River". I can't practice every day when I come to school at Volkswagen Elementary School, so I have to go back every big week and practice harder.
My piano lessons were scheduled for 4:00 to 5:00 p.m. on the second day of Great Week and 9:00 to 10:00 p.m. on the third day. My piano teacher is a master musician in Xinzhou, a veteran teacher who teaches many students who have passed the tenth grade, all of whom are outstanding. I like my piano teacher very much, because he is approachable, amiable, and often chat with us, make us laugh.
The road to learning the piano is hard and long. People often say that "a minute on the stage, ten years of work under the stage", after practicing hard, I have gained, when each time I get a certificate, I put it high up proudly said: "Look! This is the result of my efforts."
Piano enriched my life in elementary school, so that the boring spare time to become colorful, so that I have more time to play their own talent. I love the piano, love the king of musical instruments that accompanied me for six years - the piano
Learning the art of sixth grade essay 9Dance has a magical attraction to me.
In the first grade, people from the Children's Palace came to the school to choose dance talent, and the girls who were chosen were given a red slip.
When my parents found out that I had been chosen, they signed me up for ballet without saying a word - they'd had the idea of me learning dance for a long time!
And so my journey began. The dance teacher was beautiful, but the lessons were harsh, and the slightest lack of seriousness was met with thunderous criticism. We press the leg, press the waist, press the foot, down the leg, down the waist, tense foot, omnipotent ...... During this period, we cried and laughed, and the class gradually became less and less students. When we were ready to wear toe shoes based on the tip, the teacher said to the remaining seven of us: "In the future, you will learn to be based on the tip, and the pain you endure will be more! Those who can't hold on can leave the classroom now! Those who can't can leave the classroom now! Those who can't can leave the classroom now! Those who can't hold on, immediately! Immediately! Leave! Leave!" We listened to what the teacher said, more determined to learn ballet.
We began to touch the high ground based on the tip. And there began to be an audience as well. We struggled to perform on stage, and our teacher smiled at us more and more. This year, we were in grade six, and our teacher said that we could dance Swan Lake in grade eight!
I grew up in dance, and the pain honed my perseverance.
Learning the art of sixth grade essay 10I love playing Go now, but two years ago I didn't even know what the basic rules of Go were.
In fifth grade, I took a special Go class. I wasn't very proficient in Go, but I played with my buddies, so I got the benefit of the doubt.
The first thing you need to do is to buy a chess board, chess pieces, 80 yuan, and three books for 70 yuan. I see so expensive, I think my mom will not give me money, so I had the idea of not going. But it turned out to be very surprising: my mom actually bought it for me. I must study hard in the future to repay my mom.
After the first lesson, I learned the rules of Go. The rule is: it is to surround a sub, must be surrounded by front and back and left and right, I used to think it is to surround a sub in all directions in order to eat the sub.
I listened very carefully when I first started the Go specialty class, and a lesson passed very quickly, and my Go art increased a lot as time passed.
Gradually I thought my Go art was very high, so I played with my tablemates with the pieces. Of course, I was criticized by the teacher many times.
That day, I was playing so intensely with my table that I was almost shouting. Suddenly, the teacher called out my name. Asked a more difficult question, because I did not listen carefully to the class, naturally I can not answer. So my face suddenly became like a red apple. So I didn't talk to my classmates for a lesson. I also vowed not to talk to the same table in the future.
I learned with my classmates for a long time. The chess game is also a higher level, everyone's level is very high, the teacher will let us play, I and the table to play the process of knowing their own a little bit and shortcomings.
So we complemented each other's strengths and weaknesses to become real Go masters.
Learning the art of sixth grade essay 11I went to the English special class, others think that English is boring and tedious. But I don't care, I think, it is also an art.
When I first came here, my teacher asked me, "What specialty class do you want to enroll in?" I signed up for a lot of special classes, but I always thought that none of them were my favorite. Finally, I don't know who said to me that I should take the English specialty class. I agreed without much thought. And so began my career in the special class. I vaguely remember that there was no lecture in the first class I attended, the teacher only asked us to get to know each other, but I kept quiet, I didn't know what to say. After class, I hadn't gotten into the group. Just like that, a week passed. I had already taken a few specialty classes. I felt like every day I was just hanging out there and not learning anything real.
When I got home, my mom asked me how I was doing, and I told her about my special class. And did not say how I felt. Mom heard this and said, "In the special class should be a good lesson, learn well, the future may be good!" After I heard that, I thought that I should study English well. After school started, I listened carefully to the English teacher's colorful lectures. I began to like English class now. In English class, we can learn English songs. We can learn a lot of English words. Of course, frustration is inevitable. Once, an article was so long and each pronunciation was so difficult that the teacher even asked us to memorize it. I was unable to memorize a single word. I wanted to quit the special class at that time. But my mom's words came back to me. I thought: can't give up. I copied it down. The classroom memorized it, the dormitory memorized it. It took a long time to memorize it.
Now although it is the sixth grade, there is no longer a special class. But there are still English classes, and I still love English. My journey to learn English will never stop.
Learning Art in the Sixth Grade Essay 12When I woke up in the morning, I suddenly felt that it was brighter outside than before. Curiosity prompted me to open the window. Wow! What a silver world. This is the "snowy country" I've been thinking about all day.
I was so amazed by the view that I couldn't contain my excitement any longer. I ran out of my house and came to the snow-covered world. At this point, I couldn't help but sigh, "What a beautiful snowy scene!"
The snow was still falling slowly and it was white. Mother Earth had put on a thick white shell. In the fall, the trunks of all the fallen trees bloomed with "silver flowers". Grass dolls are still covered with big, soft quilts woven by the snow angels themselves, sleeping soundly.
Snowflakes are like white fairies scattered by the snow angel, and like white butterflies flying into the earth from her hands. Each snowflake dances in the air, slowly, slowly, before falling to the ground. Sometimes they also fly naughtily into the corners of our clothes with a hint of coolness, making us eat and laugh. I really wanted to catch these naughty little guys.
After a long time, the snow stopped and there were more people in the snow.
The snow fell on the ground and was so soft that it squished when you stepped on it. In winter, the golden sunlight pours down on the snow, and the snow makes the sky look very bright as a bonus. Occasionally, sparrows will revel in the beautiful scenery, jumping happily on the branches and shaking off a large snowflake. At that moment, a gust of wind blew and the snowflakes fell with the wind like powder, making it even more beautiful!
The eaves of the house were also covered with silver popsicles, which became coral in this sea of white. The children scrambled to pick up this popsicle, put it in their mouths and chewed it with gusto. It is more exciting than calling for a popsicle in the summer, and every now and then they let out a crisp laugh.
Snow brings people a new beautiful world; snow brings children more infinite happiness and joy!
I love you, winter snow, flying snow, beautiful snow!
Learning art in the sixth grade essay 13"Perseverance is the main factor of success." This is my deepest feeling since I began to learn art at the age of six.
A beautiful guzheng melody touched my heart, fascinated me, so I began my first "learning art career. At first it was just a simple articulation exercise, and my music made the teacher clap his hands. But then we were asked to play fast and with a sense of rhythm. I tried to play a few times, but I couldn't reach the teacher's standard. I had to play helplessly, muttering, "I'll play, I'll play, I don't believe I can't play well!" But after all, I could not cross this hurdle, and finally gave up on the grounds that "short fingers are not suitable for playing the piano".
My second artistic career was when I was nine years old. This time it was art. At the end of the class, the teacher gave me a "home-cooked meal": draw a cartoon, which was enough to bring tears to my eyes, but before I could slow down, the teacher politely presented a "super meal" - a caricature of a window, a figure, a picture of a man, a picture of a woman. The teacher politely presented me with a "super meal", which I used to cut window flowers, figures, and origami. Soon I was complaining. I had no choice but to do it, but I didn't feel bad when I saw that the other students had already completed their tasks and were happily playing while I was still sitting here doing my art practice. Just as I was hovering and hesitating, a kid suddenly popped out of my mind. He was laughing at me, "Can't you just hang in there? Cut it out, but that's all." He laughed contemptuously. So I stood up again to keep in touch. As happy and loud as the laughter next to the voice is, as hard as this exercise is to draw, it must be persevered and every effort pays off. Now my painting level has improved greatly.
These two "art career" let me understand, there is nothing difficult in the world, as long as you are willing to climb. As long as you have perseverance and confidence, you will succeed.
"Ha! Hey! Ho!" I heard the sound of boxing. Walking over and fixing my eyes on it, it turned out to be a teacher who was teaching his students to practice Taekwondo. I watched for more than half an hour and grew to like Taekwondo.
So, my mom enrolled me in a taekwondo interest class. The first time I went to class, the mood is very excited, I went to the classroom, the coach told us his last name Lee, let us call him Mr. Lee. Next, Mr. Lee told the origin of Taekwondo.
During the second class, Mr. Lee taught us how to play Taekwondo. I learned it like a pro at the bottom of the class. Mr. Lee also taught us a move "carp tucked up," the first time none of us up. Mr. Lee patiently did the "carp tuck" again and explained to us the techniques of learning the "carp tuck". The second time, a few gifted students got up. But I was still unsuccessful. The third time, the fourth time, the fifth time, the sixth time ...... I had the idea of giving up. As a result, my unconquerable spirit silently said in my heart, "You haven't succeeded yet, you can't give up, you must persist!" As a result, I turned to Mr. Lee, who patiently taught me again and demonstrated.
I followed Mr. Lee's example and did it a few more times. Huh, it was so close to being able to hold it up! I did it a few more times and finally got it up! My mood instantly changed from stormy to sunny, and I sighed in my heart, "It's true that the emperor is not responsible for the people who have the heart ah!"
Mr. Lee later taught us a few basic Taekwondo moves, and I learned them all! That lesson benefited me a lot. Mr. Lee only recognized three people in his class, and I was one of them. I was really so happy.
Learning Taekwondo not only makes our body strong, but also protects us effectively when there is danger. There are so many benefits of learning Taekwondo!
Learning Art for Sixth Grade Essay 15"Perseverance is the main factor in success." This is the deepest feeling I have had since I started learning art at the age of six.
A beautiful guzheng melody touched my heart, fascinated me, so I began my first "learning art career. At first it was just a simple articulation exercise, and my music made the teacher clap his hands. But then we were asked to play fast and with a sense of rhythm. I tried to play a few times, but I couldn't reach the teacher's standard. I had to play helplessly, muttering, "I'll play, I'll play, I don't believe I can't play well!" But after all, I could not cross this hurdle, and finally gave up on the grounds that "short fingers are not suitable for playing the piano".
My second artistic career was when I was nine years old. This time it was art. At the end of the class, the teacher gave me a "home-cooked meal": draw a cartoon, which was enough to bring tears to my eyes, but before I could slow down, the teacher politely presented a "super meal" - a caricature of a window, a figure, a picture of a man, a picture of a woman, a picture of a woman, a picture of a woman. The teacher politely presented me with a "super meal", which I used to cut window flowers, figures, and origami. Soon I was complaining. I had no choice but to do it, but I didn't feel bad when I saw that the other students had already completed their tasks and were having fun while I was still sitting here doing my art practice. Just as I was hovering and hesitating, a kid suddenly popped out of my mind. He was laughing at me, "Can't you just hang in there? Cut it out, but that's all." He laughed contemptuously. So I stood up again to keep in touch. As happy and loud as the laughter next to the voice is, as hard as this exercise is to draw, it must be persevered with, and every effort pays off. Now my painting level has improved greatly.
These two "art career" let me understand, there is nothing difficult in the world, as long as you are willing to climb. As long as you have perseverance and confidence, you will succeed.
These two "art careers" made me realize that there is nothing difficult in the world.