Whether in study, work or life, we have all written essays, right? Writing essays can exercise our habit of being alone, quieting our mind and thinking about our future direction. So how is the general essay written? The following is my compilation of this is also my stage essay (selected 8), welcome to read and collect.
This is also my stage essay 1The flowers are the stage of the butterfly, the dark sky is the stage of the stars, the white rice paper is the stage of the ink brush. Caressing my beloved chessboard, this is my stage.
On weekends, I sit with my friends and play games. At this point, I will imagine myself driving the black dragon on the stage of the chessboard to meet the opponent white dragon. The black dragon is the first to strike, rushing forward to occupy a corner of the board, the white dragon is not willing to show weakness, pursuing, entangled more than. The two dragons fought each other with great force, and in the blink of an eye, they had filled up most of the board. I want to be more careful at this time, for fear of a negligence buried their own small advantage, only to walk according to the original plan, do not dare to act rashly.
However, at this point, White Dragon's style of play has become more aggressive, and my conservative style of play has become passive. With the gradual growth of the white dragon's power, my advantage a little bit lost, the black dragon gradually stamina. Time passed by, the air around me was filled with tension, my mind was racking my brain, thinking about how to escape from control and turn defeat into victory, but all of this did not help me at this time. The black dragon was already surrounded by the group, barely breathing.
"Instead of retreating, let's kill it!" I was thinking about this when the words from the chess book came to mind. "In Go, it is most forbidden to hit a stone with an egg. It's best to make do with what you've got, conserve your strength, and wait for the right opportunity." I forced myself to compose myself, my firm conviction telling me that I should do my best to fight against the white dragon. Staring at the crisscrossing straight lines and black and white intertwined pieces on the board, painstakingly searching for an opportunity, countless possibilities surfaced in my mind, as if I was a chess piece, constantly performing on my own stage, my heart was immersed in it at this point. Suddenly, the break appeared clearly in front of my eyes. All of a sudden, the white dragon was in pieces, and the black dragon returned to this stage, and I whirled around to take advantage of the situation and destroy the white dragon in one fell swoop.
My heart is filled with the joy of victory, and the greatest joy is to take the chessboard as a stage, in their own interpretation of the stage, try to think, show with every step. Indeed, life is also so, life is like a huge stage, do your best, immersed in it, will make life this important play wonderful. Life is just like chess, life is also like a play, grasp their own stage, in order to control the success of life!
This is also my stage essay 2Cutting through the thick cocoon of the heart, the dream fluttered its wings, swaying out of the dazzling light. This unattainable light, I did not expect, this is also my stage.
I, no tall figure, no outstanding appearance, nervous black eyes will always flash a little panic, a little careless redness in the cheeks to flip open. I'm like a little wildflower in the corner, never dare to ask to go on the stage of the focus of all eyes.
And here, too, is my stage!
The afternoon sun always seems to be a little lazy, slowly and methodically from the glass window to explore in, lying on my desk speech, but I can not help but be a little hesitant - I really dare to stand on that stage? Will I really not "run away from the battlefield"? Is this stage really mine? I am shy, can I realize my dream of standing on the stage?
In the lecture hall, people are crowded, and I seem to be inconsistent with the hustle and bustle, sitting alone in a corner with my head down, tugging at my speech in my hands, and sweating all over my temples. I hesitated for a while, intending to quietly leave the studio, after all, this is not my stage. My stage may just be that side of the bleak corner.
What a coincidence that I ran into Mr. Ji, who was hosting the competition, "What's wrong?" I stammered and couldn't answer. But the teacher's magic eyes saw through my little trick. "Shy what! Is the corner the only stage for you?" Mr. Ji patted me on the shoulder, "This is your stage too, really!" I was shocked by what I heard, and I, who was usually seldom praised, was y moved by Mr. Ji's firm and powerful words. I silently determined to be brave to realize my dream.
In front of the speech platform, one syllable popped out of my throat, at first a little hurried, gradually become orderly, breaking through the thick cocoon of the mind, redness receded, haze climbed all over my cheeks. At times a frown furrowed my brow, at times a smile stretched. Clean, strong voices rise and fall together. Here, too, is my stage. I was loud and clear in the studio as if no one else was there, and this confidence and openness seemed to be innate, and the usual shyness was out of place.
A clean finish, warm applause, and a smile of satisfaction. Finally I broke through the cocoon of the mind, no longer afraid, no longer wandering; when shyness faded tide, I firmly grasp their own dreams, become a beam of light piercing the sky, proved - here, is also my stage.
The reason why the lilies on the edge of the cliff can let the world be surprised at her beauty and tenacity, from the heart of the blooming thirst of the dream; the reason why the stormy sea oats can be needless wind and rain, wings soaring, from the heart of the smooth thirst of the dream; the reason why the shy me can prove that this is my stage, from the heart of the dream of the show of the thirst of the self...
This is a very important part of my life, and I am not sure if I have the right to be here, or not. ...
Breaking through the cocoon of the mind, here, too, is my stage!
There is always a place away from the hustle and bustle of the city. The first thing you need to do is to go through the crowd and come back to your home. The first thing you need to do is to get back to your home, and then you'll be able to get back to your home, and then you'll be able to get back to your home, and then you'll be able to get back to your home, and then you'll be able to get back to your home.
The kitchen is such a place. What goes in, is the simple and colorless original ingredients; what comes out, is the food that can heal the soul. Everyone, in fact, can become a good cook; everyone's heart, in fact, have a belong to their own recipe. At the beginning, did not read carefully, did not read through, hands busy. And after practicing a few more times, the heart seems to have secretly set a contract with the kitchen, and then, the heart is calm, calm, such as in the stage shuttle, not anxious, not panic.
Cutting ingredients, pay attention to the knife work, but also worth a process. The fine art of knife work can only rely on practice. And each person's knife skills exudes emotion, and even character, especially distinguishable. Skilled knife work and the ingredients of the cut pieces of smaller, delicate feelings; cut pieces of larger, the temperament of the small; knife work is not skilled, it does not matter, that you must be obsessed with the pursuit of a better life; drop the knife before touching the board slow down the strength, that contains a watery tenderness; drop the knife with great strength, speed and rapidity, that is like a fire passion. In the kitchen, everything becomes harmonious and beautiful, tasting the process of life, looking forward to the fruit of the dream.
Regardless of whether it is a variety of exquisite or rough frying and frying halogen stew, as long as the cooking skills are high, it is definitely a delicacy. Cooking, really a pleasure, looking at a dish in their own efforts, from the ingredients gradually molding, state, emitting light, such as a piece of art, an indescribable sense of pride came to life, even if it is frying ear piercing "piercing" sound, is not a miserable screams, but to get the metamorphosis of the enthusiastic cheers!
This is a very good idea.
The food is brought to the table with both hands, and the family smiles and raises the cutlery as if it were the last rites of the meal, and then it is ready to be savored. Everyone talks and laughs, but it's all very polite and elegant.
The kitchen is a magical place, and for me, it's a stage. I'd like to invite the moon to the table, but I don't think it's a good idea to have a cup of tea with my relatives and enjoy a table of delicacies from the sea and the mountains.
This is also my stage essay 4Early lights, the park crowd bustling. Perhaps, fading from the flashy show clothes, dazzling flash, here, is also my stage.
"Hello!" I hurriedly wrapped up my knee pads and got on my roller skates to get into the crowd.
Hurriedly skating through, I slightly bent over, swinging my arms back and forth, eyes sweeping around, wanting to put this beautiful starlight reflecting the lake into the eyes; put this with the 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.
Thinking about it, I used my hands to support my body. The left foot, the right foot slowly stabilized, maintain good balance, straighten up the upper body, I stood up again, I stood on their own stage again! Stealing 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 rule.
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 the most beautiful self; in contrast, I climbed up in the pain, insisted on gliding into the wind, in 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 are 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, which, again, is not my stage?
This is also my stage essay 5
Life is like a dazzling spotlight, all the time on me, and the place where my brush is ah, is my most vast stage.
The white light of summer is still flooding the heavens, the blue sky overhead is always a gentle face. Floating clouds rendered on the bright glaze is so natural, giving people the illusion of touch. Pencil rubbing back and forth on the paper, thick and thin lines jumping clearly on the paper, the pleasant "rustle" sound in the whole room infinite replay - soon, soon, soon to take shape!
I couldn't help but speed up, but still every stroke is serious and careful, the characters on the paper gradually clear, the tip of the brush wantonly enjoy the friction to bring happiness, the heart of the expectations with the wind slowly rising, the paper, ah, is also more and more wonderful.
I'm like a fish in the deep sea, slowly floating through the whole wonderful colorful painting world, from the most simple matches, and now sketching, the kind of tip of the brush to make the world of feeling in my heart every moment like a wildfire, more and more intense. I like this quiet and free way of expression, the love of nature, the record of life, the admiration for the characters, the 'longing' for life, all of them are shown on the paper. Sometimes, I also have to draw not up to the intention of the trouble, but also because of the disappointment and want to give up, but there will always be a day when the water and grass is fat and colorful, like a dragonfly pointing at the water to wake up, and then pick up the brush, the temperature of the paper as if and the tip of the brush melted together, and then once again, will be injected into all the drawing paper, from shallow to deep, delicate sketches, and will be the soul in the grand carnival.
Whenever you hold the paintbrush tightly, always unconsciously unfolding smile, like a spring breeze on the face, a few more surging thoughts, instantly turned into a picture on the paper, once appeared in the memory of the scene, is calm and comfortable air in the heart of the careful wandering, slowly, the beginning of the scale.
Whose, in the dream wandering shadow, finally fixed.
Overhead, there is only a thoroughly pure blue, wildly rendered, like an inadvertently overturned ink bottle, haloed open, is a thousand strands of blue.
The thick shade of the trees still can not block the sun, the silk light projected onto the heart, red hot and hot, the friction between the tip of the brush and the drawing paper, is my lifelong yearning.
This ah, is my stage, mixed with the brightness of the blue sky.
This is also my stage essay 6
In that ordinary English exam, I learned to think and found that belongs to their own stage.
In the face of two English reading, I was at a loss for words, looking at the unfamiliar faces quietly dumbfounded. Countless words linked up like black flies, making my vision blurry and my brain stagnant.
I casually masked a few answers on the test paper, and a bold idea popped into my mind - to look at my classmates. I turned my head, only to see that they were far apart, so the idea was nipped in the bud. I thought, "Why can't I just think for myself, do it myself? Looking at the answers I had masked with my own hands, I had never thought properly, never thought of playing myself up, and every time I did I was always encouraged to back out, back out, back out again and again.
I drew off my earlier answers and started from the beginning, understanding one sentence at a time. "What the hell is the meaning of this sentence? Can't figure it out, it's annoying." I couldn't help but complain when faced with this roadblock in front of me. I stared at the long and unfamiliar sentence in front of me as if I were staring at an enemy. The clenched fists were sweating, the pencil kept tapping my head, I told myself in my heart: don't worry, I've done so many in front of me, not this one. I picked up the pen, one word by one word backward smooth, afraid to miss a detail.
"Wait!" The tip of my pen stopped on a certain déjà vu word, "I remember, this word means ......" I wrote its meaning on its head, followed by a familiar word popped up, after a long time of thinking, this roadblock was completely eliminated.
I wrote a thoughtful answer, combining it with my understanding of the text. This time I wrote it with so much conviction because it was a carefully thought out answer.
I put down my pen and moved my aching wrist, thinking, "It's really two different feelings to think seriously and to cope! Unconsciously thought back to the former blindly read the article scene, it is like, in the face of the stage belonging to me, I was originally an actor who should be on the stage, but became a hurriedly passing by the spectator. So I can only be like a coward, cowering in the corner, helplessly witnessing others wonderful.
But this time is different, I seriously think, try my best to complete my least good reading, I use their own persistence and hard work to prove myself, so at this moment this stage belongs to me, I am the main character on this stage.
"Every successful person has a beginning, the courage to start, in order to find the road to success." Only if you are determined, can you find the road to success. Life is not also a stage, seize the opportunity to do your best to prove yourself, then you are the most wonderful protagonist.
This is also my stage essay 7I am on this small stage, blooming my splendor. Although there is no limelight and the audience's applause, but this "stage" is still with its simple nature to attract me, here is my "stage" ......
Today. The language class we studied the text of "Kong Bizi". As expected, we are going to continue to write about it in the evening self-study. I opened my textbook in an attempt to find some inspiration.
"In a short while, he finished his drink, and then he sat and walked slowly away with this hand again, amidst the jokes and laughter of the bystanders." Every time I read this sentence, my heart seems to have a ball of cotton blockage. It is now after the beginning of winter, and when I go out from the classroom, the wind in the corridor is blowing bone-chillingly. I just don't know if the wind was even cooler and harsher than this in the late fall when Kong E. had sat down to go back with his hand. I put down my pen and began to write, the ideas in my head cascading out at the tip of my pen, the black ink forming words, phrases, and sentences on the paper.
"His florid beard and hair were but sad in this bustling street, cooler than that autumn wind that seeped through the heart." When this sentence was written, I do not know what Kong Yiwei thought at that time, I just use my words to express my own feelings. As I wrote, the depressed air in my heart gradually disappeared and was replaced by a determination to write it well. The feelings in my heart are like a gushing spring, finally finding a breakthrough at this time, gushing out. The black words were spread out on the white paper, which seemed to be my stage at the moment. My words give this stage charm, I use words to paint a picture, interpretation of the last life of the Kong Yiwei fragment.
A pen and a pen, one by one, the words form sentences, in which I enjoy the joy - the joy of writing, the joy of blooming on the stage. The white light in the classroom struck down cold and clear, falling on the tip of my pen, casting shadows, just like that society, dark, without light Kong Yiji in the society. At the moment I felt like a pot of boiling water, bubbling away. My face is hot with excitement and my hands are drenched in sweat. But the feeling of putting my thoughts into words is really like a lark singing in pain!
"Winter, deeper and deeper every day; wind, colder and colder every day; people, more numb every day." The nib stops turning, and I draw the curtain for my stage. The black ink is no longer splashed, the stage has finished showing my charm.
I love to write, and every time I write, the pen in my hand is like a dancer, spinning and jumping to my heart's content. However, I use words to paint pictures and show characters. The person writing, the paper, the pen, the thoughts, are all gone. You just write and write and everything else disappears.
White, thin paper is like my stage, I bloom on the "stage", enjoy the happiness. This is my stage!
I have always enjoyed the feeling of showing myself on the stage, and I didn't realize until that day that the classroom is also a stage, where showing oneself is equally enjoyable.
"One", "two", "three" a few big eye-catching words are written in the beginning position of a few blackboards, a problem by the students came up with a variety of solutions, the bottom of the student The first is that the first time I saw the movie, the second time I saw the movie, the third time I saw the movie, the third time I saw the movie, the third time I saw the movie.
After a round of additions by students, the blackboard has been filled with answers. Looking at the blackboard students "masterpiece", the teacher smiled with relief: "good, line, all good, no problem if you organize."
I swept again their own answer process, and finally mustered the courage to put up his hand, and encouraged himself to say, "Always be bold, even if it is wrong, the teacher and classmates will not laugh at you." The teacher noticed me, "Do you have any questions?"
"No, teacher, I have another way!" I looked at the teacher eyes unusually determined, the teacher showed a kind smile, "Come on, you tell everyone."
Looking at the teacher's eyes of encouragement, I took a deep breath, "I think this question can also be used ......" I looked at the solution process, while the organization said my answer process, in order to make the class more understand also kept using hand pen I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that. The effect was good! My classmates were all staring at me, their thoughts advancing step by step as I explained, and nodding their heads to match mine. This is even more encouraging to me, I speak more and more energetic, like the eagle after careful attempts, finally dared to open the wings to fly the sky.
After the explanation, I looked at my classmates, a pair of approving eyes to me, the teacher also raised the corners of his mouth, "good, good, this method is also very good." I also smiled, like a child who got the candy, after sitting down I realized that my palms were all sweaty, I rubbed my palms, recalling the encouragement and praise of the teacher and classmates, it was like recalling the candy that had just melted in my mouth, sweet in the heart, so like!
I was in the classroom on the big stage bravely show their own, students and teachers is my most loyal audience, I enjoy and cherish every minute on the "stage", this feeling is really great!
Not everyone has the opportunity to get on the "stage", on the "stage" need courage, but also need to bottom, only "homework" solid will not be stage fright, so the future! I will continue to work hard to enrich themselves, as long as the bottom of the good, in order to better show themselves on the stage.
The classroom is also my stage, a stage where I can bravely show myself.