No matter in study, work or life, the most familiar thing to everyone is composition. With the help of composition, people can achieve the purpose of cultural exchange. Do you know how to write a standardized composition? Below are my favorite compositions that I carefully compiled, I hope they can help everyone. My favorite composition 1
Writing is the most perfect in my impression. I like writing. Although my composition is not very personal, I think writing is my favorite thing in Chinese.
Do you understand why? Because when you are writing, the world is quiet, and everyone will let you think silently, and you can express your thoughts without being disturbed by anyone.
I remember one time, I was in a bad mood and got angry alone in my room when I got home. I was so angry that I jumped out of bed. Suddenly, an idea flashed through my head - writing. Didn’t the teacher say that writing can express one’s feelings without letting others understand? Yes, writing! I just wrote when I wanted to. I immediately took out the paper and pen from my schoolbag and started writing on the composition paper, venting all my resentment on the paper. Although the piece of paper was in tatters, my mood was much better. It seemed like that piece of paper would take half of my anger into the trash can and make me feel better.
Since that time, I have been obsessed with this method. In this way, I can reduce the noise and vent my emotions. It really kills two birds with one stone! Every time I feel uncomfortable after being criticized by the teacher , I always take out a paper and pen and write down my thoughts on the paper; every time I do not get good grades, I always write in my diary, "I must work hard next time, and I will never do this again." ”;
Writing can not only help us vent our pain, but also allow us to express our happiness.
The originally discordant relationship between my classmates and I is gradually getting better now. I will tell it to my diary, which seems to convey happiness; I got a good grade in the exam this time , I can also say it and share the happiness
All paper is like a person who will listen to your pain and happiness. It will not say any complaints, and writing is to control the paper and express the pain. The best conductor to share happiness.
All your happiness and pain will be told and vented through it. I love writing and I love telling it in this way.
Writing, my favorite! My favorite composition 2
Walking on the stone road of youth, we realize the true meaning of life; wandering in the quiet path of youth, we pick up The beautiful shadow of time. From one end of success to the other, we rely on books that are like little oars. My life is enriched by books, because reading is my favorite.
I like to read in the bright morning light. Holding the book in hand and smelling the faint fragrance of ink, I feel that life has become very fresh. Looking at the reddish blue sky, my heart became very calm. Occasionally reciting refreshing Tang poems or reading beautiful Song lyrics, my thoughts become very clear. Maybe I will read some life notes or a few essays, and my soul will feel very fulfilled.
I like to read at dusk when the red sun still has the afterglow. Holding a cup of fragrant tea in hand, I also like to turn on the small lamp with antique fragrance, which creates the mood of "Dongli is drinking wine after dusk, and there is a subtle fragrance filling the sleeves". Maybe you can enrich your brain and read those equally antique Tang poems, Song lyrics and Yuan music. Feel the exquisiteness of artistic conception.
I like to study in the dense and tall sycamore forest. Dots of sunshine gently shine on the book, and a wisp of breeze blows by, making me feel inexplicably sad. A person watches the spiritual Garden of Eden, but he will not feel alone or lonely, because he is accompanied by books. Interpreting the rich history of Qin bricks and Han tiles, my soul will be covered with the dust of the years; studying the literary magnificence of Tang poetry and Song poetry, my thoughts will sow a few seeds of happiness; reading the natural beauty of Mingshan and clear water, There will be some innocent caress left in my mind. In this sad and beautiful sycamore forest, like countless persevering scholars, I use books to keep my historical expectations.
Most of the time, I will hide my head and think deeply, cultivating my own fragrant spiritual paradise. A delicate heart is most easily satisfied. I cherish and enjoy the essence of life. I no longer read because "the book has its own beauty like jade, and the book has its own golden house", because I have become one with the book, and I cherish and enjoy the happiness of walking with the book.
May the eternal book accompany me, because it feels so good to have a book.
Reading is my favorite. My Favorite Composition 3
The dark night sky is twinkling with stars, and a crescent moon shines brightly in the sky. Such a beautiful night! I like this kind of night, not only because of the purity of black and white, but also because the night contains a lot. The hustle and bustle of the day becomes a memory of the past, and the tranquility of the evening opens the door to my heart...
Just turned 17 years old , after this winter vacation, I can directly see the high school entrance examination that makes me have mixed feelings! For me now, the night is no longer as dark as it used to be. My relationship with Ye has become deeper and deeper. The difference is that Ye can no longer hear my complaints. As long as I'm at home, every night before going to bed, I will stand in the yard for a while and look up. If I see the stars and the bright moon in the sky, I will feel cheerful. I can't bear to fall asleep while lying on the bed. I don’t want to miss it, and I don’t want to be alone at night, so I take a few books from the bookshelf, prepare paper and pen, and read, read and write. It’s wonderful. Occasionally a poem will flow out of my heart, and the manuscript paper will be soaked with night greetings. At night I always recall the past, and I can also wash my soul at night, ah! Such a perfect time. It seems that this time only belongs to me.
Because - night is my favorite.
I remember that I started to love the night when I was 14 years old. That was the age when I had dreams. At that time, I had just entered junior high school. Because I was boarding in the city and the high-rise buildings were bright at night, I could hardly see the beautiful scenery of the sky full of stars chasing the bright moon! So at that time, the night I loved was just the peace on the bed. Looking back, I was really fragile at that time. Except for the night, I was not sad when I didn’t have that time. In fact, I can’t tell why. Only the night can give me a place to hide. Whenever I think of myself, I lost a lot because of my willfulness. When I saw something, I wanted to reach out and grab it, but I still didn’t change my willfulness and selfishness and only touched the teardrops. Perhaps, there will always be some pain left at the bottom of life, with deep and shallow traces. When thoughts gently pass by, you will no longer feel pain, only numbness.
My Favorite Essay 4
My Favorite The colorful spring is my favorite. The hot summer is my favorite. The fruitful autumn is my favorite. Silver Winter, when you are wrapped in plain clothes, is my favorite. Ah! You----amazing nature~. No matter when you are, in my eyes, you have a unique charm and endless charm. Look~ the green The curtain slowly opened. Miss Chun, dressed in a colorful neon dress, walked onto the stage with light steps. She threw her long sleeves into the air gracefully, the trees turned green, the warblers sang and the swallows danced, and all things on the earth showed their beauty. Full of vitality, she then took out a small flower basket from behind and scattered a handful of flowers into the sky. Then, it began to rain petals from the sky, and the tender green grass was immediately dotted with countless star-like flowers. Beautiful flowers, blowing in the breeze, the flowers and trees swayed, making them even more beautiful and moving. When the spring girl quietly walked away from the stage from the rain of petals, the green curtain turned into dark green in the blink of an eye. The strong Brother Xia stepped on the stage , his eyes radiated fiery light, and wherever he gazed affectionately, there would be fiery light. The loving uncle of the big tree opened his powerful arms and turned into a huge sun hat, so the cicada Sing the fiery songs of summer among the trees. The golden breeze blows coolly, the osmanthus fragrants, and the dark green curtain gradually turns yellow. Autumn is like a charming blonde. Red apples, orange persimmons, golden Oranges, crystal grapes... these are the sweet fruits she presented to us. She walked gracefully, revealing a field of golden, and meticulously painted pictures of golden autumn harvests. In the gusts of west wind , Miss Qiu’s steps seemed a bit hurried, the maple leaves that were seeing her off were still fluttering, and Grandpa with a white beard came hurriedly wearing a snow-white windbreaker. He was like a magician, with a tap of his fingers, the river He immediately stopped; with a flick of his windbreaker, the earth and mountains were wrapped in silver. Nature - a magical magician, day after day, year after year, spring, summer, autumn and winter Reincarnations perform their own stunts on the stages of their respective seasons... Four seasons! No matter what colors you change, your beautiful and magical paintings are my favorite~! My Favorite Composition 5
You are a bright light in my life, but the faint light warms my heart...
Traveling through time and space to the past, I saw the naughty and willful me, and also saw That's you, with a face that's weathered...
Do you still remember? This is my way to kindergarten. I have forgotten it, but you should still remember it. We have walked this road together for several years, hand in hand. I hated kindergarten at first. The unfamiliar environment was like a big mouth trying to swallow me up bit by bit. For this reason, you put a lot of thought into taking a detour every day. Sometimes you have to walk an extra ten minutes on the road leading to it. I seem to be curious about things and no longer make trouble.
Later, I liked the kindergarten, the amiable teachers and the friends. As soon as I arrived at the gate, I couldn't wait to "break away" from your hand and rush into the arms of the teacher on duty at the gate. But you stood there and smiled bitterly, and didn't slowly leave until I entered the class.
That time, I’m sorry! ——You asked me to be careful when going up the stairs, but I thought you were nagging and said without shame: "Grandpa, grandpa, outsiders." I saw your back turning and walking towards the living room, and I suddenly woke up. I think of all the things I did in the past, and I regretted it. I was hiding in a corner crying alone. You thought I didn’t need you anymore, and you wanted to leave. In the end, it was my mother who stayed hard to keep you. But you still begged my mother for me.
That time, I discovered that you were tall and thin, but you looked so great, like a big umbrella in a storm. You protected me, but always hurt yourself.
Recently, you said you would come to Shanghai. Do you know how happy I am? I will never let myself see your back accidentally injured by me again!
The years have painted pictures on your face and pulled my body up, but they still cannot cut off my love for you.
In the past, I didn’t understand, but now I understand——
Grandpa, you are my favorite! My favorite composition 6
In my memory, a bowl of pickled cabbage and shredded pork noodles made by my mother is my favorite noodle. It tastes delicious, loving and homey.
When I was a kid, my mother would often make me sauerkraut and shredded pork noodles. Even if I ate it every day, I wouldn’t feel tired of it. My mother bought flour to make the noodles myself, because this way the noodles would taste better. , the soup is also made by my mother herself, there are spicy and not spicy, but I still like the non-spicy one, it tastes more refreshing, and the spicy one is also delicious, but I haven't liked spicy food since I was a child. After I entered junior high school, it took me a week to go home, and it also took a week to eat this bowl of noodles that I miss so much. When I was in school, I would occasionally tell my classmates how good a cook my mother was. , how delicious the noodles made by their mother are, they will salivate every time they hear it.
Every time when I get home from school, I always come to the kitchen to watch my mother making noodles. My mother first kneads the flour into a ball and then pulls it into noodles, because I like to eat wider noodles. Noodles, so my mother will pull them wider every time. After the noodles are drawn, put them into boiling water and boil them for a while, then take them out, and the noodles are ready. Then my mother used her skillful skills to cut the sauerkraut and shredded pork. The sound of the knife cutting on the knife board was loud. My mother's skills were as good as ever. After the vegetables were cut, it was time to put them in the pan for frying. My mother first Heat the oil, put the sauerkraut and shredded pork in it and stir-fry, and finally add the homemade soup. After it boils, just put the cooked noodles in. Looking at the busy figure of my mother, I couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration. After the noodles are cooked, my mother will bring them to me immediately, and I will eat them hungrily. The taste is still so familiar, always two words "delicious", the fragrance is in my nose, and the deliciousness is in my mouth.
My mother’s pickled cabbage and shredded pork noodles are my favorite, precisely because my mother is my favorite too. My Favorite Composition 7
Everyone has their own hobbies. For example, sports, fitness, music, computers, calligraphy, painting... there are so many that I can't even count them. However, my hobbies may be the same as everyone else's. I like collecting books and reading. I really can’t put it down.
When it comes to this, many people will laugh. You are still a primary school student, how can you hold a book every day? Actually, I can’t say why, but books seem to have a strong attraction to me. Books are magnets and I am iron. They are naturally attracted to each other. If a book is placed in front of me, I can't help myself. I have to flip through it and take a look. Otherwise, I will be thinking about looking for that book all day long. If I had a good book, I could stay there for hours, motionless. There seems to be a fate between books and me. My reading speed is very fast. To exaggerate, I can read ten lines at a time. I often finish reading the book I just bought in a short time.
Dad, Mom, and of course myself, have to constantly buy new books. Every night before going to bed and after getting up early, it is my habit to read for a while.
However, I don’t read all books. For example, I don’t like to read books that are all pictures and have almost no words. I think that kind of books are boring, a waste of time, and retarded. I like to read long novels, with a touch of mythology, and illustrations every few pages are best; I prefer to read fairy tales and science fiction works that look forward to the future, they can fill my imagination; occasionally I also read some Books like composition guides.
Look, dad is back with new books! My Favorite Composition 8
How to relieve worries in the hot summer? Only ice powder.
When I went to a Sichuan restaurant to eat, I saw a dish on the menu called: Old Chengdu Ice Noodles. Hey, is this a delicious dish? Order one to have some fun first.
The food is here! Wow, the ice powder is crystal clear and smooth, with various ingredients such as hawthorn, apple, pear, dragon fruit, etc., and topped with ancient brown sugar ingredients. Take a spoonful and put it into your mouth. The brown sugar complements the elasticity of the ice powder, and the ingredients make the taste richer. The ancients said: How to relieve worries? Only Du Kang. I said: How to relieve worries? Only ice powder!
Ever since I tasted ice powder last time, I have fallen in love with the taste. I have been unable to sleep at night and have not thought about food or tea.
So I bought the raw materials for making ice powder from the black market merchant "Xou Bao". I happened to have brown sugar and fruits at home, so I made a bowl of "Ming-style ice powder!"
I went to ask " "Du Niang", the method is too simple. Add water to the powder and stir until it is almost solidified. At this time, put it in the refrigerator and wait quietly... Ding! When the time comes, take out the "treasure" and find that it has turned into "jelly", this jelly, not that jelly. The next step is to prepare the brown sugar water and prepare the ingredients. Take a large piece of brown sugar and add it to boiling water, boil it into brown sugar water, let it cool, and pour it into the ice powder. Cut the fruit into small pieces and add ice powder together. Looking at the ice powder in front of me, I just want to say "perfect!"
Finally I can taste it, ah, it's so refreshing, why haven't I done it before? It was a bit of a blow to my head to find something so delicious. Take a sip of the ice powder, it’s really delicious!
In this hot summer, ice powder has become my favorite! My Favorite Composition 9
The sky is overcast, there is no blue in the sky, only large patches of dark clouds prevent the sunlight from shining through the blue sky and shining on the earth.
"Today is really a good day to sleep!" I couldn't help but mutter to myself. I thought to myself, it’s really cool for my mother to go shopping on a cloudy day. Wandering aimlessly in the xx underground shopping mall. Very boring. I came to the place where the Rubik's Cube was sold and wanted to buy a Rubik's Cube to take home. I already have more than ten Rubik's cubes at home. Because my favorite is the Rubik's Cube.
When I got there, I bought a piece of Double Diamond’s latest Rubik’s Cube. When I got home, I started playing around with it. But because I forgot the trajectory of the movement. It made my originally very handsome Rubik's Cube look "fancy". This certainly annoyed me to no end. I beat my chest and felt helpless as I looked at the Rubik's Cube. Really, I can’t even remember this, I blame myself.
"What are you doing?" My mother came to my room and asked. I gave her the Rubik's Cube without saying a word. "What's wrong? You can't go back?" I nodded gently. My mother looked at me and then at the Rubik's Cube. "Don't be discouraged. You can't be discouraged by such a trivial matter! Let's work out a solution together. Can three cobblers be better than Zhuge Liang?" My mother said to me with a smile. After listening to my mother's words, I couldn't help but cheer up; it made me feel much better. I thought that my mother was right, I should not lose heart and push forward despite the difficulties.
So, my mother and I started to take action. I told my mother what I thought, and she told me what she thought and let me go first. Just like that; the Rubik's Cube gradually changed back to its original appearance.
An afternoon passed, but I didn’t feel tired at all. And I have benefited a lot. This time I not only love the Rubik's Cube even more. This kind of puzzle game. The most important thing is that I understand a very important life revelation: that is, we must advance despite difficulties, not retreat, and we must persevere to the end. Just like Bacon said: "Perseverance is the foundation of success, and perseverance is the foundation of success." Advancing despite difficulties is half the battle. ”
The sky has turned dark from white to black, but there are no dark clouds, but there are no stars. I closed the curtains and ignored it. My Favorite Essay 10
Everyone in our family, without exception, loves tea.
The color of tea is light and often transparent, and there are always some things floating or settling in the cup. Looking from top to bottom, it is like looking at a light and elegant world. The fragrance of tea is also like a girl wearing a gauze in ancient times, gentle and charming.
The taste of tea will always be the taste of home.
Jiajia, give me the honeysuckle. Mom started making tea again. I can pull out the correct bottle without even looking: I'm used to it. Mother washed her hands, pinched a pinch of honeysuckle, a little jasmine, and a few wolfberries, and put them in the pot. Steep it for a while, then open it, put it away, and brew it again. Dad said that only by brewing it bit by bit can you make good tea.
At this time, the laughter of the family could be heard from time to time. Tonight is New Year's Eve.
A milky white mist emerged from the pot, and instantly, a just right sweetness penetrated into the nose: the tea was an attractive green color, with a few leaves and petals floating on it. , the sweetness is like the green bricks and tiles of my hometown, passing along the footprints and falling into my heart.
The family gathered around the round table, with tea poured in front of them. Young and old, they all smiled, with a kind of happiness and satisfaction on their faces. Their reflections are reflected in the water, like flowers floating on tea, swaying and elegant.
Grandpa took a sip, stretched out his hand and praised: This tea is good! OK!
Watching the tea leaves swirling and dancing in the water, my heart is ethereal and pure in an instant, like a few stars far away in the sky, shining brightly, clear and bright, stirring up the waves of the Milky Way in my heart. .
I would like to take a sip of tea in this misty rain, turn a page of books, hold a green oil umbrella, stand in the world of mortals, and smile at the travelers returning home. May the fragrance of tea in your heart fill the world; may the warmth of laughter and laughter spread throughout the world.
Tea, my favorite. My Favorite Composition 11
As an innocent and lively boy, I have a wide range of hobbies! Recently, I have another hobby, that is - riding a bicycle.
Now, I will introduce you to my "little friend": from the front, it looks like an eagle with open wings and soaring in the sky; from the side, it looks like an eagle flying in the desert. The running cheetah can be summed up in three words: stunningly handsome!
So, do you know why I like riding a bicycle recently? The reason is very simple: one night, I went to my classmate’s house to play, and he was very happy and led me downstairs at a fast pace, saying he wanted me to see something good...
When I saw it, Wow! Suddenly my eyes lit up. What was displayed in front of me was a majestic bicycle. After he rode on it, he looked very handsome and made me envious. So, after returning home, I asked my father to buy me a bicycle. When I rode for the first time, I kept falling down because I didn't master the essentials of the movements, which made the children laugh. But I was not discouraged. On the contrary, I became more and more courageous with every setback! With my mother's encouragement and guidance, I practiced hard and gradually mastered the essentials of riding a bicycle. Hard work paid off, I rode better and better, and in the end, even the children who laughed at me couldn't compare with me. I smiled happily, because this was the result of my hard work. From then on, I fell in love with riding a bicycle...
Whenever I ride on my "little friend", the slight autumn wind blows across my cheeks, the fragrant flowers and plants on both sides of the road, the tall green... The trees are like flowing pictures, appearing in front of my eyes, giving people a very relaxing feeling. This feeling is really great!
Cycling brings me a lot of happiness. I will definitely practice more skills in the future and strive to ride to school as soon as possible, because it is more environmentally friendly and healthier! My Favorite Essay 12
There are many sports activities that I like, such as: playing table tennis, playing badminton, playing football... But my favorite among them is riding a bicycle. Although it is my favorite, it was a bumpy road when I learned it.
One day during the winter vacation this year, my brother came to my house to play on his bicycle. Looking at his handsome appearance, I was so envious that I shouted to my father to teach me. Come and help me
It was my first time riding a bicycle. I was nervous and excited at the same time. I sat on the stool and stepped on the pedals, and I started my "bumpy road".
I first started learning the way my brother did when he started, but not long after learning, he and the car fell heavily to the ground. Then my aunt came over to help me, and while I was riding, my aunt held on to my clothes. Gradually, gradually, I was able to let go of her help and ride for a while. Just when I was celebrating, I forgot to hold the faucet, and the front of the car crashed into the soil, but my sister next to me burst out laughing.
Finally, with the help of my father, I started riding. While riding, my brother always circled around me, and I kept shouting: "Don't circle around me, be careful!" Finally, on the ninth lap, we had a "crash". I was walking straight, and my brother overtook me from behind. I couldn't brake in time and crashed into him.
Now my cycling skills are very good. Cycling makes me experience happiness and freedom. The most important thing is to exercise. My Favorite Composition 13
Oil-fried rice, golden, every grain of rice soaked in vegetable oil, lingering with the strong aroma of crispy rice, and the special taste of chicken essence, tsk tsk tsk, my mouth watering just thinking about it. , that’s really my favorite. Do you know why I like to eat? Because it contains my favorite seasoning, chicken essence.
How much do you like it? There is only one sentence to describe it: This material only exists in the sky and cannot be found on the ground even with a lantern.
The origin of my love for fried rice must start from that time.
One day, I was so hungry that my grandma made me fried rice which took less time. After the vegetable oil boiled, I heard a chirping sound as the rice was scooped into the hot vegetable oil. Suddenly, grandma put down the spatula in her hand. , went to the toilet. Haha, what a God-given opportunity. I, a bystander, suddenly transformed into the protagonist of the kitchen. Haha, I can show my skills. I followed my grandma's example and started stir-frying in a decent way. I thought, I can add my favorite condiments. A package box with chicken essence written on it near the stove came into my eyes. It should be delicious after adding chicken essence to the rice. I carefully opened the chicken essence package box quickly and grabbed it. I put a handful of chicken essence into the fried rice and turned it over a few times. Then I heard the sound of flushing the toilet. Oops, grandma is coming. I ran back to the room, keeping an eye on the movement in the kitchen. Fortunately, everything went on as usual, grandma. Not found. Grandma took a spatula and stir-fried it in the pot for a few times, then gave me a bowl of rice. I took a small spoonful of rice from the bowl, put it in my mouth, and tasted it carefully. Well, it tasted really good. . Because of the chicken spirit, I actually ate seven bowls of rice for the first time in my life. Even my grandma was frightened and kept saying: Pengcheng, why are you so hungry? You didn't have enough at noon, right?
Of course, I usually only eat one or two bowls but I actually ate so much. This is really the so-called Guinness in my world! My Favorite Essay 14
I love the spring when all things revive, I love the vibrant summer, and I love even more the winter when the earth is covered with silver, but what I love most is the fruit. It’s a tiring autumn.
Picture of Fallen Leaves in Distant Mountains
As soon as autumn comes, everything changes before my eyes. The mountains in the distance feel the breath of autumn, and I immediately change my clothes, as if wearing Like golden armor. A breeze blew by, and the leaves on the tree were like little elves, sneaking out of the house and dancing a beautiful and charming dance in the air. I love autumn and the beauty of its scenery!
Farmer Harvest Picture
"The fragrance of rice flowers indicates a good harvest." Yes, autumn is a season of good harvest. At this moment, the hard work of the farmer uncle was replaced by the joy of the harvest. In the field, the yellow corn was ripe, and each corn cob had a mustache on its round body. It looked like Chaplin in the movie. It was so funny and cute that it made Sister Sorghum bend over with laughter. The fat and white peanut boy also came to join in the fun. In the orchard, apple trees, pear trees, and persimmon trees, if you don't let me, I won't let you, are all full of huge fruits, like small lanterns hanging on the trees, red like fire, green like duckweed, Yellow is like gold. Tourists from all over the world also gathered in the orchard, tasting the sweet and delicious fruits and admiring the beautiful scenery. They were intoxicated! I love autumn and the joy of its harvest!
Picture of the fragrant wind in the flower garden
In the flower garden, a breeze blows on your face, gentle and cool, and it brings some faint fragrance. Follow the scent and walk into the flower garden. Look, it's those chrysanthemums! They smile and nod frequently, wearing colorful clothes, like a rainbow to welcome guests from all directions. I love autumn and its elegant fragrance!
Autumn is like an ink painting. The painting contains the beauty of the mountains in the distance when the leaves are falling, the joy of the farmer's uncle's harvest in autumn, and the elegant fragrance of the flowers when they are blown by the breeze. ah! Autumn is a beautiful and charming season, a harvest season, and a refreshing season. I love autumn! My Favorite Composition 15
On the dreamy stage, under the colorful fluorescent lights, a lively and cute little girl danced forgetfully. Her graceful dance attracted the attention of countless audiences. That is me. , a little girl who loves dancing and longs to dance.
Dance not only enriches my after-school life, but also cultivates my sentiment. It is my dream, fantasy and hope. I have been learning dance since I was three years old. In the past few years of dance learning, I have tasted all kinds of flavors including sour, sweet, bitter and spicy. Although it was very hard during practice, when I thought that it was the light in my heart, I turned the pain into a fighting spirit and pushed me to the next level.
As the saying goes: One minute on stage, ten years of work off stage. Dancing Chinese dance requires the most basic skills, such as lowering the waist, doing the splits, and kicking the legs. Even though they are such simple movements, it is not easy to do them! I remember that when I first started learning, I was the youngest student in the class. My understanding and memory were not as good as others, and my basic skills were my weakness. I get a headache as soon as I do the action of hugging my hind legs.
No matter how you do it, you just can't do it well. Either you can't grasp the foot, or you can't stretch it straight after grasping it. I was very jealous when I saw other sisters learning how to do it, but the more anxious I became, the worse I got at it, and I often fell to the ground. After a few times, the teacher had to let me go home to practice. When I got home, I asked my mother to practice according to the method taught by the teacher. I hugged my mother's waist, grabbed her and pulled her above my head, so that my legs and head were close together. There were bursts of severe pain, and my tears flowed down. I don’t want to practice anymore, it hurts! I sat on the ground and burst into tears. At this time, my mother said: Dancing is to exercise one's perseverance. If you shrink back when encountering difficulties, how about realizing your dream? With my mother's encouragement, I continued to practice every day. Finally, I learned how to hold my back, and I also mastered other basic skills one by one.
The past few years of learning to dance have been a moving process of sweat and tears. Every time I stand on the stage and listen to the applause, all the bitterness and tears are worth it. I have learned not only dancing, but also the spirit of hard work and perseverance, which will benefit me throughout my life!
Dance, my hope, my favorite!