In the ordinary study, work, life, many people have had the experience of writing essays, essays are no stranger to it, with the help of essays people can realize the purpose of cultural exchange. Do you know how to write a good essay? The following is my carefully organized essay on the zither, welcome to read, I hope you can enjoy it.
Holding his mother's hand, he noisily walked into a store full of all kinds of musical instruments, this touch, that knock, the clerk, although his face was smiling, but the heart seems to have a little upset.
He jumped to a peculiar-looking thing, and stopped: a small gourd-shaped box, open a round hole, above which extends a long wooden board, on the top, there are six knobs, six shiny gold strings in it and the lower end of the wooden box connected. "What is this?" "It's a guitar oh." A handsome older brother came out and took down the "guitar". The beautiful sound flowed from his fingers. "Do you want to learn how to play, kid?" "I want to!"
At that time, I could not imagine how, just like this, I and the guitar have formed an inseparable relationship.
Carrying a big guy home, back pain, but still hold back the acid, into the house, open the bag, put out the piano, hold up, played. The young fingers pressed the hard strings, the sound is not wonderful, often said by mom "playing cotton". But I liked it. "Ah!" The tender fingertips, quietly cracked a fine line, drops of blood seeped out of it, gusts of pain from the fingertips. I just had to put down the piano, wipe it on my pants leg, bite my lip, and run off to play something else. I tasted bitterness for the first time. ( )
Arrived at the piano store, looking for a teacher for lessons. I don't know what happened to play today, not so satisfactory, fingertips a little sore. "Play two more times." "Oh." I returned reluctantly. The pain seemed to rush to my head, tormenting me and sending me into torment. I just wanted to put down the piano and stop playing. The teacher seemed to notice something. "Does your finger hurt?" "Uh-huh." With a sobbing voice. "Take a break then." I covered my aching hand, the tips of my fingers were already a little worn, and when I touched them, I couldn't help but be afraid of the strings. On the way home, I was still clutching my fingers. I tasted pain for the first time.
Since then, the piano was quietly locked lock, sealed in the box of time, dust, strings covered with rust ...... for a long time, I did not go to touch it once; once I saw it, the fingertips and vaguely came pain.
A performance, classmates brought his guitar, I can not help but some envy, inexplicably also want to take out the piano practice. I went back home, I rummaged through the box to find the guitar, cover my face, pull open the gray bag, put forward the dusty piano, with a dry rag to brush off the dust on the top, the piano shows traces of time. Rawly picking it up, playing the dusty notes, as if back to that year when I first got it. I thought faintly in my heart!
Old brother, I'm back.
I practiced the piano again, and also bought a new one, the level is also good, and my classmates love to hear me play. Although the piano is now more beautiful, but my first piano, always in the corner of the room ......
Essay on the piano 2The National Day holiday, I participated in the city Chunhua piano company's piano performance competition.
Before the competition, my father and mother enthusiastically encouraged me, telling me not to be nervous and play wrongly; my teacher was also concerned about guiding me, teaching me to remain calm during the competition, and to bring out the level of my usual rehearsals on it.
When the competition was about to begin, my heart was pounding and my palms were sweating. As soon as the sound of the piano rang out, I tried to stay calm and let my nervousness settle down, and soon I was able to concentrate on playing skillfully, and before long, I was completely absorbed in the performance of the piano, and the melodious sound of the piano seemed to bring me back to my usual practice situation.
At the end of the competition, the audience gave me a warm applause, and I experienced for the first time the pleasure of learning to play the piano and being appreciated by others. The competition also made me realize that learning to play the piano well is not just a joyful thing, but also a very hard and difficult thing. In the future, I must study hard, practice hard, and strive to become a real pianist in the future.
I must work hard, work hard, and work hard again to realize this dream. Forward, forward, forward again.
I believe: as long as the goal is there, the road, at the foot; toward the goal, the road, will not disappear.
I firmly believe: perseverance, perseverance, the dream will be realized.
Essay 3 on the pianoSitting in front of the piano playing the melody of "Memories of Childhood", listening to the deep and beautiful music flowing between the fingers, I remembered the time of my childhood practicing the piano.
When I was a child, I grew up in my grandma's house. My grandma's house was a country house with a big fish pond in the yard, surrounded by flowers and plants. At that time, due to my youthful ignorance, I was tricked by my parents into taking piano lessons, which were not far from my grandma's house. In, the first time I came to that room, I saw a huge thing and thought it was the same as the guy in my house, which made me realize that it was the piano. Open the lid, you can see a row of black and white keys, with the hand to press can make a beautiful sound. From then on, I began to learn the piano career.
When I began to learn the piano, I felt very fresh and fun, but gradually I realized that the process of practicing the piano is very boring. Moreover, I was forced to practice in the house when children of my age were playing freely outside, and I didn't even want to continue practicing at that time.
However, as I learned the piano more and more, I became very attached to it. Although the process of practicing each piece is so hard, the joy after the two departments is irreplaceable.
About the fifth grade of elementary school, that summer I have been preparing for the examination of the eighth grade piano. Teachers at first let me take the seventh grade, but I was inclined to take the eighth grade, so I made up my mind that I must take the test and work twice as hard. In those days, I was accompanied by the sound of the piano almost every day, and it took me as little as six hours a day, or as much as eight hours a day. Although it was boring, I persevered. I tasted the joy of success as I passed the exam that year. Later, I passed the tenth grade piano examination.
Playing music, thoughts fly. A song end, from the memories of wake up, look at the eyes of the accompanied by my eight years of the piano, remember to play the piano experience. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get it right, but I'm sure you'll be able to get it right.
My . Childhood spent with the sound of the piano. Childhood memories, boring in exchange for happiness, monotony in exchange for applause, hard work in exchange for success. The sound of the piano, sometimes like a river in the mountains, tinkling clear; sometimes like the rushing sea, bold and unrestrained; sometimes like a babbling brook, lingering and gentle ......
The sound of the piano, will be accompanied by my life.
The piano essay 4
Come to the vast Mongolian steppe, as long as there is a yurt place, you will be able to see the herdsmen holding a carved horse head of the musical instrument in the playing and singing, the sound of the piano twanging, far away, thick, deep, pure and beautiful sweetness, deep bass, bright mid-range, overtones, melodic melodic, rich emotional color. That instrument is the Mongolian herdsmen love an ancient stringed instrument - horse-head fiddle, because the head of the fiddle carved with a slender horse head and named. Horse-head fiddle speaker made of pine wood, both sides covered with horse or sheepskin. The instrument is made of elm wood or rosewood. Strings and bow strings are made of horse's tail, playing method is different from other stringed instruments, the bow of the horse's tail is outside the two strings rubbing strings, pronounced softly and thickly, the timbre of the grand low, with some vicissitudes, as if telling people ...... a long time ago, the prairie there is a love of singing herdsman Suhe, he has a beloved white horse, the fur satin shiny, neighing silver bell-like He had a beloved white horse with a shiny coat of satin, and a neigh that was as pleasant as a silver bell. One day, Su He went to the lake to graze, accidentally stepped into a spring in the swamp deeper and deeper. The white stallion saw, long neigh to the master ran, bit the master's sleeve to drag out, Su and hold the white stallion's neck was rescued; one night, a wild wolf rushed into the sheep pen, Su and hastily waved a stick to the wolf to fight, the wolf teeth and claws pounced on Su and. At this time, the white stallion with a long neigh broke free from the reins, raised his front hooves to the wolf planing, only to hear the "ow" sound, the wolf's head open flowers. Su and heart a burst of gratitude, ran over to the white stallion's head to embrace love support do not know what to say. In one of the king's horse racing son-in-law selection meeting, Su and the white horse won the first, but the abominable king but injured Su and took away his beloved white horse. The white horse missed his master Su He, and one day when the king was showing off to the crowd, he broke free from the reins, and was unfortunately wounded by a poisoned arrow ordered by the infuriated king, and by the time he ran back to Su He, he was already dying, and died in front of his own master due to the arrow wound. Su He was grief-stricken. One night, Su He saw the white horse alive in his dream. He rode it and galloped on the grassland, accompanied by grassland eagles, with white clouds in front of his face; he stroked its mane, and it rubbed its head against its face. The white horse said fondly to Su He, "Master, make a zither from my sinews. That way I will be with you forever and still bring you joy!" Su and after waking up, according to the white horse's words, with the white horse's leg bone for the zither pole, skull for the zither box, horse skin for the face, horse tail for the zither strings, lasso pole for the zither bow, and in accordance with the white horse's likeness of the carving of a horse's head, to make the grassland of the first horse-head zither. Whenever he played the zither, it stirred up hatred for the king. Every time he played the qin, he remembered the excitement of riding a horse, and the sound of the qin became more beautiful and melodious. Since then, the horse-head qin has been widely spread in the grassland herders, and has become one of the herders' favorite, most beautiful and beautiful traditional musical instruments.
Essay about the piano 5The joyful sound of the piano, as a princess in a dance dress accompanied by jumping notes, happy dance. The quiet and elegant piano sound is like a small child singing a dark and sad song. Cheerful and elegant piano sound is accompanied by me every day ......
I love the wonderful sound of the piano, no matter whether it is cheerful or quiet and elegant, it is pleasing to my ears. As soon as I see the huge, dark figure of the piano, I sit on top of the piano bench, looking at the sheet music composed of a lively and lovely notes, and jumping joyfully with my slender hands on the cream-colored piano keys. Jumping, jumping, jumping out of a beautiful music. In this beautiful movement, I felt as if I were in the realm of fantasy, listening to the touching piano sound. Sometimes, because they have been completely immersed in the sound of the piano, have forgotten which line of music they have just played.
The piano is one of my magic friends. If I encounter some of my own upset, annoyed things, I will play the piano, the piano issued a quiet sound can let me from the upset, annoyed mood, to find some of their own happiness, let yourself become happy, no longer for other things anxious and uneasy. If I am happy, I still play the piano, which makes me happier with its cheerful and beautiful sound. Sometimes I also go to some big concerts to listen to those pianists like Lang Lang and hear more beautiful and wonderful piano sounds.
I will always love these beautiful, low piano sounds and play these piano songs forever!
Today I am especially nervous and happy, because, in the afternoon, I am going to take the piano exam, which is my first time, and after the exam until the beginning of the school these 2 months I don't have to play the piano all day long, but the homework still needs to be done.
2:00 p.m. my mom and I took the public **** car to the Sichuan Conservatory of Music to participate in the examination, a door into the sea of people ah! There are a lot of candidates who come here to take the examination grade, I was excited, I think Shen Youlin may also come, right? I looked around and didn't find any, I was especially disappointed. My mom and I found the entrance to Exam Room 13, but the parents had to wait outside on the first floor, and only after the student finished the exam did he come down by himself, and then he could be picked up and taken back. I came alone to the 3rd floor after the 13th examination room, first to another classroom to wait, I waited and waited ...... until only 3 people left, the teacher called to me. I went in when I was very nervous, but I was about to play the piano, my heart slowly not nervous, my emotions are slowly relaxing, I think I play more and more good.
After the test I said to my mom: "only one place wrong, the rest is very good", so my mom and I went home happily, after going home, my mom also rewarded me, I'm especially happy.
Read the newspaper feeling
Today after lunch mom said to me: "There is a newspaper on the table, you take it to see it." Then I picked up the newspaper to see.
The newspaper said a boy got into Tsinghua University this year, may be someone asked me who can get into Tsinghua University, but the boy's family was very poor when he was a child, then I will tell you the story of his childhood.
His name is Ma Chunzheng, a child living in the rural area of Fangxian, Hubei Province, when he was 5 years old, he began to herd sheep, but at that time, his family's sheep than his strength is still big, he can not pull the sheep. Soon Ma Chunzheng was 6 years old, he wanted to go to school very much, but the family did not have enough money, had to not go to school. 9 years old, he finally went to school, finished elementary school on the junior high school, not enough money to go to the neighbors to borrow money, and finally succeeded in the high school. But high school tuition is too much to pay, Ma Chunzheng thought of a way is to go to work, he came to work in the brick kiln, he kept working, after more than a year of hard work finally got down 20xx yuan, he gave part of his mom and dad to do life, and then came to the school to continue to read the high school this year in the college entrance examination he took a score is very high, so the entrance examination to the Tsinghua University.
Feelings: I think my family is great, much better than his family, but my learning is not good at all, so I have to learn from him.
Essay about the piano 7Today I went to the piano class at 2:30 p.m. I played the piano in the third classroom, after playing for a while, the teacher told me to take a break, I thought, playing the piano is really not an easy thing, I left the piano room and came to the hall. Just when I was absorbed in reading a storybook, the teacher suddenly said, "Rest now go play the piano."
I had no choice but to leave the lounge, and after playing the piano and gasping for breath, I heard the teacher's talk with great joy, and I did the best out of the three students. I said this to my mom. After that, my mom and I went home happily.
Essay about the piano 8My hometown Taixing, is a good place, not only has the "hometown of ginkgo", "hometown of education", "hometown of construction" reputation, but also the world famous The world is also known as the "township of the violin"!
Taixing's violin, the most famous to "wind spirit" musical instrument factory production "Feng Ling" violin. It is located in the town of Xiqiao, with "3A-class enterprises", "star enterprise" and other honorable titles. The violins produced here all have a melodious and soft tone, with a wide range. The high register is crisp and bright, with full vibration; the low register is mellow and thick. The bow is exquisite, the bow is strong, and the bow hair is smooth and wear-resistant. Therefore, it is famous in China and abroad.
"Fengling" violin bright and shiny, not only can be used as a musical instrument, but also as a handicraft. If you have the opportunity to visit the "Fengling" musical instrument factory, you will find that the "Fengling" violin why it will be famous. Look, even the violin case is very exquisite. The outside of the case is made of black cloth which is not easy to wear and tear, and the edge of the case is connected with a lace in order to prevent dropping of the threads, which gives a special beauty to the original black case. (Ordinary student violin) The violin case is carefully designed with several small compartments, also lined with a layer of gorgeous velvet, so that the violin in it looks more noble and elegant. Violin workmanship is exquisite. Top quality wood, once carefully carved, almost molded. Brown violin top, black fingerboard, beige horse, silver strings, curly headstock, echoing proper f-holes, flawless proportions ...... No matter who it is, as long as they take a look, they will love them.
Such a beautiful and durable set of violins, there must be a complex process! Not to mention other things, just look at the manufacture of the violin, it is almost dizzy. Violin selection and coloring requirements are very strict. Before coloring, we also need to use the "biological treatment method" to convert some of the pectin, resin, polysaccharide, glycerol, protein and other tannins in the wood cells that affect the sound quality, so as to make the wood aging, pure quality, and to improve the acoustic quality of the violin and the storage effect. Next there are more difficult head production, playing f-holes, installing strings ......
But do not look at its production process is so complicated, the price is very reasonable yo! It is precisely because of the "wind spirit" violin is beautiful and inexpensive, so by the people at home and abroad, and even the favorite musicians. You know what? Our Taixing "wind spirit" violin 98% of the products are sold to the United States, Germany, Japan, Italy and other more than 50 countries and regions, the production scale, technical force, material reserves, export earnings are the world's first it! How is it? Enough awesome it!
I love my hometown, more love the home of the violin!
Since I saw the violin, I have loved it, making it an indispensable part of my life, and there is a saying that "what is the world's violin, only teach people to live and die together."
When I first learned the violin, the charm of the violin lay in the praise of teachers and parents. I was always happy to do this series of "troublesome" preparations, such as rubbing rosin, setting up the saddle, and arranging the piano stand. Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star" was the first piece I played. Whenever I stood in front of my kindergarten classmates with my bent board and played these pieces with ease and skill, my self-confidence always rose like the sun, and my cheeks blushed with joy. Gradually, as I became more familiar with the fingering, I became dissatisfied, and "Snowdrops" became my next challenge. I capture every signal of appreciation from parents and teachers, and turn it into motivation to use it at my fingertips....... The little soul is immersed in the charm of the violin with anticipation and excitement.
Day after day, I have not accidentally people's praise, in the habit of violin itself the charm of the music has become my new motivation. Every time with the shoulder clamped to the butt of the violin, left arm around the neck of the violin, hand gently caressing the strings, the elegant pine flavor always filled my nostrils. Closing my eyes, I activate the music that is already engraved in my subconscious. My fingers move freely, my arms fly with my heart. When the touch of smooth and tough strings flows from between my fingers, "The Swan" rings in my ears. A high note, a long cry; a piece of soft string, the red palm gently plucked; a string of continuous sound, white feathers flying ...... Only when the music stops, I suddenly return from the fairyland; however, at this point in time, the heart has already been a piece of peace. The fiddle seems to have become my Garden of Eden, whenever there is time, it is always my preferred place to go.
However, the fiddle is by no means music itself, if it is a friendly wise man - carrying a wide range of culture and spirit, I contacted the "Concerto in E Minor", felt the spiritual charm of the Renaissance in the waves of the great musicians of a hundred years ago, touching the great musician's joy and anger of the newborn; I played "Homesickness", and immersed in the experience of the Chinese nation in times of crisis can only be realized in the "Homelessness". I played "Homesickness", and experienced the pain of homesickness in the moment of danger of the Chinese nation can only watch from the other side of the river, I played the "Golden Hearth", the heroic melody, I became a member of the steel workers, the heart of the motherland's aspirations to take off and forget to work! ...... There is also the melancholy of the "Chardash Dance"; "Liang Zhu" in the world of love; "Minuet" in the elegant and noble ...... violin connected to the ancient and modern colors of emotions, become a portal of the heart, exudes an endless charm!
The violin accompanied me as I grew up, all the time does not make me fall in love, in the face of the treasures given to me by God, I only have to sigh: "Ask the world what is the violin, only call people life and death!"
Essay 10 on the pianoHi! I am a favorite violin. My history can be a long time, 400 years ago people kicked the tortoise inspired an Italian instrumentalist, I was born! In the musical family's ability is one of the best, but also be "after the instrument". How about that? You'd be surprised if you didn't hear it!
Although my body is not big, but there is a good-looking appearance, my whole body is light brown, my body is curved, about 48cm long and about 16cm wide and about 3cm thick, on both sides there are holes like "f", that is, I pronounce the two mouths, my neck is made of wood curved rod, the instrument has four corners on the head, painted with the same color as the "f". My neck is a long curved pole made of wood, and my head has four corners, painted black and shiny, very beautiful.
I have four strings, four strings of different tones can be issued so, re, la, mi this four kinds of sound, with my golden partner - bow pull it, the sound from the "f" hole issued, "f" hole in the "f" hole in the "f" hole in the "f" hole in the "f" hole in the "f" hole in the "f" hole in the "f" hole in the "f" hole in the "f" hole in the "f" hole in the "f" hole. The sound comes out of the "f" hole, where my spine, the sound post, supports my entire body.
And then there's my little house! Bow and I "lie" in a velvet oval house, he on top and I on the bottom, and we talk together as if we were lying on the soft lawn.
My master is a little boy, he loves me very much, he often give me a rub, let me clean shine, he often give me the opportunity to show, let me and the bow with, sing beautiful songs: he often give me the school tone, let my tone more accurate and beautiful, my song is with the master of the mood change and change, the master of the sadness I sang low song, the master of the happy I sang joyful song, the master of the meditation I sang deep thoughts, the master of the sadness I sang deep songs, the master of the sadness, I sang deep songs, I sang deep songs. Master contemplation I will sing deep thought song ...... I and the master's thoughts are connected, our thoughts **** song.
My price is not high, the price ranges from three hundred to ten thousand dollars, it is really cheap and affordable.
Practicing me can improve your musicianship, exercise your left and right brain, and so on. You can take me to the river to play in the square accompanied by singing in the neighborhood ......
I can pull one string two strings three strings and four strings. I can also show split bows, legato bows, staccato bows, jump bows and a dozen other techniques.
This is my a common violin, the little master gave me joy, I also bring joy to the little master. I will keep moving forward with my little master's dream!