Write a Drama Composition 800 words _ Senior Three Composition 1 After learning Lu Xun's social drama, many students lamented that they had never seen the drama. Because now our dramas in China have been submerged by TV and movies, and the scenery is no longer there. In fact, these plays are quite artistic. My grandfather celebrated his birthday last year. I went to the theatre for the first time in my life and was deeply attracted by it.
There is a custom in our village that the old people should ask the troupe to sing on their birthdays. There is a large open space in the village, where the troupe has set up a crude stage. This time, the villagers were moved by my grandfather's light. As soon as the sun goes down, many people pull out long benches from home and come to the open space, waiting for the theatre with great joy.
At first, I looked at the actors with colorful faces, and I thought, "Shit! My ears are going to suffer, and those sharp and strange voices are going to torture me! " However, they only took a few steps, and the wonderful Huangmei opera tune immediately attracted me like a magnet. A closer look shows that the makeup on their faces is particularly fine: with white powder as the base, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple and black are in well-proportioned proportions, just like clay figurines carved in Huishan, Wuxi, and they feel particularly beautiful. Their songs are like a long piccolo, which sounds nice. Although I couldn't understand what they were singing, I read the festive atmosphere from their faces.
Grandpa said that when they were young, they could only go to the theater two or three times a year. At that time, there was no other entertainment in the countryside, so I looked forward to going to the theatre every day. At that time, there was no money at home, so I had to sneak in behind the adults. As he spoke, he began to hum quietly.
Huh? Where did the applause come from? Oh! It turns out that a primary school student in the play turned over four or five somersaults in a row. Everyone can't help applauding his wonderful performance. After a while, another old Dan came out and squeaked there. As for what I sang and who the singer was, I didn't make it clear. To my shame, I have forgotten the name of the play now. Looking at it, I have a lot of thoughts: drama is the quintessence of our country and the essence of China's 5,000-year civilization. However, as descendants of the Chinese people and descendants of the dragon, there are actually many children who don't even know what opera is. It seems that we should shout for the inheritance of China's cultural heritage from generation to generation!
Like Lu Xun, I didn't see the content of the play clearly. I just saw the red and green movement on the stage. But this scene has been deeply imprinted in my heart, which makes me happy and feel! ……
Write a composition for the theater 800 words _ Senior Three Composition 2 Time 8 pm. Although the sun has set, the summer heat has not subsided. There is no wind, and the old trees standing in the park are quiet. The outdoor labor theater is also very quiet.
But the theater is not empty. On the contrary, people are very crowded There are people in every corner, even on the stone steps of the corridor: workers, Committee members, craftsmen, cadres, students, and even farmers from the suburbs-in a word, the working people in our capital. Looking back from the front row, there was a sea of people. The heat they emit condenses with the heat in the air and covers the sea like a layer of smoke. The smoke did not disperse, and the sea held its breath.
The curtain on the stage separated, the music began to play, and the actors walked to the footlights with solemn and rhythmic steps in the rhythm of the music. The lights shone on their colorful silk threads and headdresses. Arouse a brilliant rosy cloud. A mirage suddenly appeared on the misty sea. There are songs and dances inside; There are joys and sorrows, there is a stage; There is loyalty and treachery; There is determination and doubt; There are public sacrifices and selfish personal plans. But what dominates everything is a kind of loyalty and enthusiasm for the country and the people. And enthusiasm is concrete in Mu Guiying.
When the heroine walked out with light and vigorous steps, the sea of awards suddenly surged, a storm rolled up on it, and the audience applauded the heroine like lightning. She began to sing. Her mellow voice trembled in the night sky, as far as near, soft and high. Like beads, the lyrics rolled down from her smile, from her elegant "sleeves" and from his graceful figure, dripping on the ground, splashing into the air and falling on everyone's heart, causing far-reaching repercussions. The echo was inaudible, but he drowned out the crazy applause that had just surged.
The audience was so infatuated that it suddenly fell silent. Who is our artist? He is Comrade Mei Lanfang. After half a century of stage life, it is a miracle that at the age of 66, he can still create such a beautiful image full of vigor and still show such abundant youthful vitality. This kind of miracle can only happen in our country-because we have such an enthusiastic audience and such an enthusiastic artist.
Write a composition for the theater 800 words _ Senior Three Composition 3 In the early spring of that year, my mother and I went to the theater in the village. There are many spectators, and there are many stalls around, some selling snacks, some selling snacks, and some selling my favorite roast ham.
My mother and I stood in the back with ham, watching the stage while eating. Actually, my mom and I are here to join in the fun. Because we can't read this thing. So, my mother chatted with several women next to her. But the content of the chat is all about those people on the stage. They are wearing "glittering" and "dazzling", and their originally yellow faces are painted with no original color and colorful.
I don't know what symbols or representatives those faces have, but I think it's funny. Because there are many colors, and they are very bright. "Look at that face, it seems that a painting has been poked with two holes, and its eyes are hovering there." "I want to wear a mask." I discussed with my playmates which actors' faces, although nothing could be discussed.
Their expressions and intonation change with the content of the play, sometimes excited, sometimes sad, sometimes excited, sometimes sad, sometimes hesitant, sometimes angry-I think so, because I saw them frowning and grinning for a while, probably because they were serious.
The actors on the stage played and sang intently, and the audience under the stage watched intently, especially the old people. Because growing up, I naturally have deep feelings for this thing.
I don't find it interesting. On the contrary, I think those who are singing "eyah" are a little boring. So my friends and I discussed going backstage to play, and my opinion was unanimously endorsed by everyone.
So, we jumped backstage. Here, it used to be a dark little house, but now, there are two light bulbs in it, which become bright and seem very warm.
We are here, picking up the actors' costumes and dressing ourselves and singing like them, but here, the audience is ourselves.
I don't know who came, but I heard a loud cry from behind, "What are you doing? Get out! Get out! " Looking back, he was a middle-aged man, and he must be the master of this troupe. It was a bad opportunity, so we ran away before he got close.
Since then, I have never seen such a play, and we have never been so lively and happy.