I want to be a violin teacher and write about 400 words.

I have many hobbies, among which playing the violin is my favorite. Maybe, I have a soft spot for violin! When I was a child, I envied those violinists for playing beautiful music. I hope one day I can put on beautiful clothes and perform on the glittering stage. When I was five years old, my parents enrolled me in a violin class. In this way, I formed an indissoluble bond with the violin. The first step in playing the violin is to learn to hold the violin by the neck and shoulders and learn to push and pull the bow. At first, I was able to hold the piano, but over time, my neck became sour. I usually obey the bow of the teacher's hand, but it doesn't work when I come here. But I secretly told myself in my heart: don't give up easily, or I will be sorry for myself. So I have to bite the bullet. Soon, I passed this level. The next step is to learn to pull. But before playing, you must learn to recognize the notes. Father wrote the notes on paper, pasted them on the wall and pointed them out to me one by one. If I sing wrong, I will be criticized by my father. It's hard to pull up, and the little finger can only be on the strings. It really hurts! Winter is even worse, and my hands are stiff. If I press the strings, I will leave a deep mark on my fingers. Sometimes when the weather is cold, there are several cracks in my hands. I accidentally pressed the strings, and the hole was pulled deep by the strings, and bright red blood would flow out. At this time, I can only hold back the pain and say to myself: this little difficulty is nothing. When practicing songs, I insist on playing every night. Those difficult notes and rhythms make me cry again and again But there are many things to grind. After six years of hard practice, I have mastered the skills of playing the violin, passed the CET-7, and often participated in performances. Whenever I stand on the stage and play a beautiful melody in the examination room, my heart is full of joy!