The Story of Me and Music

The Story of Me and Music(15 articles)

The Story of Me and Music1

We have a disk of The Complete Classical Songs of the World at home. Dad often listens to this music disk when he is not doing anything, and my favorite in this disk is "Schubert Serenade".

It was one night, I was alone in my room, looking at the results of the math test, my whole person is like a frosted eggplant - absent. At this time, suddenly the rain came down, making me feel even more annoyed mood. Suddenly this song was played outside the door. It was the first time I heard this song, and I was mesmerized by it. I closed my eyes and gently shook my head to the rhythm, muttering in my heart, "What beautiful music!" It was as if I had entered the world of music ...... This wonderful and peaceful tune made me think of this picture: bright moonlight sprinkled on the surface of the sea, the sea was calm for a while, and the waves were lifting for a while. The waves rise slowly, they are whispering how to catch the beach. Waves beat the beach, a blink of an eye disappeared, really a group of naughty dolls. The beach wasn't angry, it was even sleeping sweetly. A man with his chin in his hands, staring out of the window at the moon in the night, thinking about his thoughts. A mother, with her hands on her little baby, patted him gently to sleep. The puppy yawned and turned to sleep, snoring at once. The trees fluttered in the wind, and the leaves on the trees made a rustling sound, as if they had been intoxicated, and this beautiful scene kept coming back to me.

The song ended, and it took a while for me to wake up. This music is so beautiful, in my sad time, bring me to the world of music, the inner trouble, irritability, all washed away, only peace and tranquility. So, I secretly gave myself a pep talk, a failure does not mean anything, find out the reasons, the next exam I will be able to do well. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm sure I'm going to be able to do it.

This is the story of my relationship with music, and it is because of this song, from now on I have become a little music fan. Love music, love life!

My dad is a music teacher, and since I was a kid, I've been listening to him play the guitar, the electric piano, and the flute. As a result, I've had a love affair with the guitar since I was a kid.

When I was a child, our family had an electronic piano, a guitar, a flute, I look at the other two I can not get, then support the electronic piano to play a gas. My mom and dad covered their ears and were tortured by the sound of my piano, but still let me play boldly.

After a song, I looked at my mom and dad and asked, "Did I play well?" They looked at my pure eyes, nodded helplessly and "praised", "good."

I was naughty as a child!

Gradually, I grew up, and music became my daily contact. I have learned the electronic piano and guzheng.

Now, I am not the little girl who played the piano to make my parents dizzy, but a little musician who can play a song smoothly.

One time, Bar Bar gave me a task to ask a high school big sister to play the piano, and I accepted the task with gusto. Haha, I'm going to be a teacher too.

You know, it's not easy to be a teacher. I first taught her some knowledge of the electronic piano, and told her the essentials of playing the piano, and chose for a long time, before choosing a "Christmas Carol" to teach her.

I don't know where the stamina and seriousness came from, but I became a little teacher.

I don't know where the endurance and seriousness came from, but I turned into a little teacher.

Later, I realized that the sister learned the electronic piano from me in order to pass the university, and after my hard teaching, she passed.

Because I love music, I grew up playing the piano, and because I love music I was so serious about teaching my sister. I love music, music is a part of my life, and the seed of becoming a singer is germinating in my heart. Essay

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"Pop, pop, pop ......" A group of teenagers sweating in the sun, the basket will be a ray of sunlight refraction, the metal shine has a photo beauty.

Bright lights overhead, the quiet space is filled with the aroma of ink from books, and the occasional sound of turning pages, like the most beautiful film in an old movie.

"Snapping, snapping, snapping ......" The intense sound of the keyboard lingers in a smoke, and the face in front of each computer desk is overflowing with concentration and solemnity, and the eyes flash a different dazzling light.

A single thin figure walking quietly, behind a few pieces of shedding yellow leaves in the wind spinning, for a long time before falling to the ground, for this picture adds a few points of depression, just like the figure, lonely. There is nothing that can fill that void in her heart, she is me. I also want a kind of thing, a kind of thing that can make me excited for it, for it to work hard, for it to go crazy, let my emotions have something to rely on.

Passing by a private field, the light on their faces pierced my eyes like needles, almost gouging my heart.

A kind of boredom of the mood do not know when to breed, the upcoming sports test is more people can not get excited. Play music, put on headphones, slightly closed eyelids, warm winter sunshine feel very cozy. Suddenly, headphones in the soft and soothing tune of a change, out of an unfamiliar song, inadvertently noticed the lyrics, plain and simple, but gave me a heavy blow.

"We are all small people, we should recognize themselves, but as a small person, we should also have our own efforts, even if your dream is still out of reach, your efforts can only move your own. Why look for traces of existence in the crowd, don't go to do what others see in their own eyes, great dreams don't need to be affirmed by anyone, do what you should do to try."

Long-distance running, very tired, legs sore so that I do not want to, give up the choice of natural. The melody and lyrics in my head tell me that even if no one cares about you, no one can afford to look down on your efforts, but even the smallest ant has its pride. You can not use others to look up to, but you can not let yourself look down.

Finally arrived at the end of the finish line, lying flat on the red plastic runway, feel the blazing heat penetration, close your eyes, orange and red world, the notes echo. The corners of the mouth rose, this is the story of me and music, when it injected, my eyes will also burst out of the happy light.

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When it comes to the story of me and music, I will think of a song - "The Last Summer", because there are memories of me in this song.

"The Last Summer" was sung by Jin Sha. Although that song is not as trendy as pop songs, it is perfect for our current student days. I still remember the climax of the song is "The last summer, we are going to say goodbye. I just want to know what you still remember about me. The last summer, not in the mood to go to the beach, just want to quietly hide in the room to look at the photos ......" The lyrics of the song are really well written, and very suitable for my mood after graduation.

I still remember this song before the sixth grade memorized, because at the time of the "June 1" festival I have to sing this song with classmates. I used this song to express "I'm graduating, it's such a sad thing". I used to know it by heart, but now I can't remember the words. I played this song over and over again every day during my graduation summer vacation. I couldn't help but shed tears as I listened to the song and remembered my former classmates and teachers.

Once, while listening to this song, I was looking at the photos of my classmates and me traveling together in elementary school. I then remembered the happy life I used to have with my classmates, but now, only I am alone, staying in this empty house, all the laughter has disappeared, and I can't help but cry ......

This is the story of my music and I. To this day, I still remember the feeling I had at that time, and the song "Last Summer" has become my favorite song. This song also became my favorite song.

In fact, I did not like music when I was a child, but under the "force" of my mother, I learned the electronic piano for a month, and I also learned the guzheng for a week, and I didn't love the guzheng because I always played it poorly, so maybe I was born with no affinity for it! Because of the hard work of learning, my mom finally stopped forcing me to learn the piano.

As I grew up day by day, somehow I suddenly fell in love with music. When I was happy, I would play a cheerful tune; but when I was sad, I would play a low-key song, and so music was like my faithful good friend, with me *** happy, *** sad, accompanying me to grow up.

Once, on the information class, the teacher finished, let us drill, first I put on the headphones, opened the most popular song "have to love", with the rhythm of the music, I can not help but follow the singing up. Due to wearing headphones, I forgot that I was in class! Next, of course, is the classmates surprised eyes thrown at me, and I do not know why they look at me. "How dare you sing in class," my classmate whispered to me. That's when it dawned on me. My face turned red, but luckily the teacher didn't notice.

Another time, New Year's Day is approaching, the class teacher told us that each class to come up with a few programs, to the New Year's Day that day to hold a New Year's Day activities in the whole school performance. I thought to myself, "This is not a good opportunity to exercise myself, I can play the electronic piano." At that time, the music member of our class decided that we should also shoot and rehearse a dance called "Peacock Dance". My classmates asked me to join in, so I did, because I liked dancing too. However, in order to surpass the other classes, they decided to rehearse every day after school, so naturally I didn't have time to practice playing the piano. But as a member of the class group, I should also have the interests of the class group at heart, so I had no reason to refuse, and had to set aside a very small portion of my time to practice playing the piano. By the day of New Year's Day, my . The mood is so nervous, because I know I did not practice well ......

Finally it was my turn, I walked up to the podium, my heart thumped, afraid that I play a wrong syllable ......, the program finally ended, but also to the time of the award, as a result, our Peacock Dance" won the first prize, while my electronic piano solo did not win the award, at that time, I really wanted to find a crack in the ground to drill in, and cried bitterly, because this is my first time to play on the stage, and its success or failure is very important to me. But I held my tongue. Afraid that my classmates would laugh at me, I went home, I lay down on my bed and cried silently, I thought a lot. I know that I have fought an unprepared battle, I should learn from it, I should stand up, and should not be defeated by failure .......

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There was a happy couple, one day, the wife was pregnant, everyone was very happy, in order to let the baby have a wise mind, the father bought some music disks and played them to the baby in the mother's stomach. Finally, one day, the baby croaked! In the morning, the baby woke up to the sound of beautiful music, and in the evening, the baby went to sleep to the sound of soft music. Mom and Dad even sang children's songs to her from time to time. When she was 4 years old, Dad took her to piano lessons, accompanied her to class, accompanied her to practice, so that the child to accept the music, the melodious sound of the piano so that the child more love of music.

The child is gradually growing up, Dad took her to listen to concerts, dance theater, contact with Chinese and foreign music culture, feel the music of the colorful. 9 years old, Dad sent the child MP3, so that she can download the favorite music and songs on the Internet, listening to the sound of the music world.

Yes, luckily, that child was me. However, I didn't know much about music until one day, when I listened to Han Hong's "Dawn of the Day" in class, and the story behind it, which touched me y. Before that, Mr. Pu of the big stage asked me to write a famous sentence about music, or my father helped me write it, then, I hurriedly glanced at it and didn't care too much about it, so I hurriedly handed it in.

Today, I once again took out the "famous lines of music" to look at, the understanding of music deepened a layer. It turns out that music is everywhere, it is always with me, give me joy, let me move, but also let me advocate goodness, the pursuit of good. As Xian Xinghai said: music, is the greatest joy of life; music, is a clear spring of life; music, is the melting pot of temperament.

I have been singing in the Summer Palace since kindergarten with my grandma, who is a member of the Harmonious Voices Senior Choir, and we come to the Summer Palace to sing every Sunday morning, rain or shine.

Whenever it's time to sing, I see a lot of old people on crutches, helping each other, walking shakily. Some of them are over a hundred years old and full of wrinkles; some of them are close to the age of armor, and their legs and feet are inconvenient; some of them are over the age of old, and their heads are full of silver hair. But when they heard the accompanist's music, some threw away their crutches; some took off their thick cotton coats; some picked up their 100-page songbooks; and some even let out beautiful sounds from their dry and cracked lips. At that moment, I could not believe my eyes, just those hobbling the wind will fall down the elderly, now like a group of "soldiers" ready to go.

Most of the songs they sang were about the motherland, including "Motherland, I will always love you", "My motherland and I", and "Today is your birthday, my China". Interestingly, they also sang pop songs, including "The Moon Represents My Heart", "Country Roads", and "Walking on Monopoly". But my favorite was "Let's Swing the Oars" because I knew the lyrics well and I could also relate to the fact that they were reminiscing about their golden childhood. At this time, I thought of Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi": "The old man is a young man, the left pulls the yellow, the right Prime Cang".

I love music, music is not only melodious and harmonious, exciting; more can cleanse the soul, make people happy. But what I see from this group of elderly people is not only the music to bring them happiness, but also their memories of their youth and the fervent hope for a better tomorrow for the motherland!

I love music, just as the butterflies are fond of flowers; I can't get away from music, just as the white clouds can't get away from the blue sky; I can't forget the music, just as the green leaves can't forget the root of the love for it.

I love classical music like poetry, the guzheng played jumping notes, the fingertips elegantly fiddled with the strings like silk. A song of "high mountains and flowing water" has exhausted the bitterness of the difficult to find a soulmate in the world. A "two springs reflecting the moon" speaks of the lonely moon, bleak life, can not help but evoke a trace of melancholy in the heart.

I love that passionate heavy metal music, that powerful drums beat the people's hearts, that wave of sound waves to you, impact on your eardrums, straight to the deepest part of the soul. In the world of rock music, you will feel the infinite vitality and the most primitive passion, that will make you forget the hustle and bustle of the city, the worries of the red dust.

I love the elegant piano music, a pair of slender and powerful hands, in the black and white interlaced keys struck, danced out the most beautiful arc, such as the sky that short but brilliant fireworks as wonderful. A song "Autumn Whispers" seems to tell a lingering and warm story: so beautiful a dusk, in the red maple forest there is a couple in love, they sit on the bench on the roadside, talking about their love for each other ......

I love that the catchy pop music, whether it is on the busy streets, or lively plazas, or the other side of the street. Or a lively square or a beautiful campus, there seems to be their footprints, good melody into an invisible but gorgeous butterfly, through our ears, arrived at our heart. And as on the spring of the heart, a beautiful dragonfly flew in and dabbed on the spring, just a little bit, but it caused ripples on the spring. I like Miriam Yeung's "The Night of the Flowering Moon", the beauty combing her makeup in the mirror under the lingering moonlight, remembering the handsome young man, with a trace of the unique shyness of a daughter's family floating on her face. I appreciate that "Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai", the love that has been passed down for thousands of years, the oath of unswerving to death, let people's hearts for the shock. But the sad and tragic ending, but also let a person sad, can not help but sigh ......

I and music as a pair of lovers in love, I firmly believe that I will be in the company of music, write a more picturesque and beautiful chapter!

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"Let's swing both oars, the boat gently pushed away the waves, the sea reflects the beautiful white tower, surrounded by green trees and red walls ......" The song's beautiful melody, poetic lyrics have always echoed in my mind! The song's beautiful melody and poetic lyrics have always echoed in my mind, and lingered on.

It was a sunny afternoon, the teacher said: "Tomorrow is the June 1 Children's Day, first of all, I want to wish all students a happy holiday; secondly, our school is going to organize a celebration of the June 1 activities. Let's take part in a chorus program, think about what song our class will sing." After our discussion, we unanimously decided to sing Let's Swing the Oars. The teacher agreed.

In the next few lessons, the teacher asked us to practice the chorus. The teacher copied the lyrics on the blackboard along with the melody, and those who knew how to sing followed and hummed softly. After copying the teacher led a sentence to sing, listening to the beautiful song, I thought: the teacher sang really good, I must also be like the teacher! I must be as good as my teacher! So I practiced over and over again, more powerful than once, more complete than once. In the end, my voice was too weak to speak, but I think it was worth it!

On the day of Children's Day, a joyful atmosphere filled the school. Teachers cheered for us and encouraged us not to be nervous, just play normally. To us on the stage, only to see our classmates one by one dressed in uniform school uniforms, surrounded by bright red scarves, head held high on the stage, quickly in front of the stage to stand out shape. When the music played, we sang in unison with the melody, I seemed to see in the sparkling lake, a small boat gently floating; clear lake water like a mirror, reflecting the surrounding white tower and red wall; squeaky paddles whisked through the water, swirling a circle of ripples, the water of the red wall reflection shaking ah shaking; the boat Young Pioneer members of the melodious singing and our singing together in our campus! Echoing. When the music stopped, our perfect performance, won the teacher's smile of relief, received a deafening applause.

The beauty of music is unparalleled, intoxicated by the melody of music, often inadvertently will be full of surprises and touched. Participate in the chorus is really a very happy thing, the melodious tune of the heart of the heart, the unfailingly moving and exciting heartstrings, can always let a person's heart pounding, when I hit my heart.

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Some people in the world love music, some hate it. I think music is the most beautiful thing in the world, to feel with the heart, you can realize the beauty of music. It is with music that this world becomes so rich and colorful, so vibrant. Below, let's talk about my personal experience!

It was a sunny Saturday, but my mood was not as good as the weather, because my mother was going to take me to the guitar class, because I was afraid that if I did not play well, the teacher would lecture me, and I was afraid that there was no one I knew in the class, and I was sitting there by myself, feeling very lonely.

Suddenly, my mom walked gulai and said while changing her clothes, "Son, let's go!" "Hey! There is no way but to go. "I said to myself. So I packed up and set off.

Along the way, I was as calm as grass in my heart.

Finally arrived at the guitar class, I have not been afraid to go in, until my mother and the teacher shouted at me, I walked in with my head down. Just into the room, the eyes of the students on me here, I found a place to sit down, I do not know what to do.

Suddenly, I heard the beautiful guitar music, the original guitar class students are playing the song 〈Turkey〉, "really good ah!" I can not help but praise to. I am carefully appreciate, the teacher came over and said: "If you practice well, must play and they are as good.

From then on, I insisted on practicing, and the more I played, the better, and now I can finally play a beautiful song.

One time, I also performed a song "Little Bee" in the guitar class, and won the applause of my classmates. The teacher also sent me a book, I want to treasure the book, as my future learning goals.

Since I learned the guitar, I have become more confident and happy, and I really understand the meaning of music.

The story of music and me11

Dear leaders, teachers, dear students:

Hello!

I am Du Sihan from class 5-6, and the title of my speech today is "My Growth". The five-sixth class is a wind music class. I am a member of this class, and my specialty is flute.

During the summer vacation of the second grade, our school set up a wind music class. When I auditioned for the class, I walked through the door of the flute classroom and into the wind class with the intention of giving it a try.

I grew up with the flute. When we were learning the bass sol together, we all blew accurately one after another, but I always blew high, and I already had the idea of giving up. When I got home, I told my mom and dad about the lessons and what I was thinking. My mom and dad told me, "It's okay, you just need to practice hard and you will definitely get good at it." So I practiced the flute over and over and over again in the days that followed, and sure enough I got better and better at it.

As time went on, I got better and better at flute. In order for me to get better and better on the field, we went to Beijing for the National Day vacation last year. But the main purpose of the trip was not to play, but to try flute lessons at a music education institution in Beijing. Before that, I had been learning the flute from Mr. Tian, the teacher of my school orchestra. But my mom realized that if I wanted to go to the Conservatoire National de Paris, I had to study with a top-level teacher in China. So I selected a few Beijing music education institutes on the internet and finally chose one. After auditioning for flute lessons, which were good, my parents decided to let me take lessons there two months later. I was dumbfounded when the staff told me the expensive tuition fee of 700 RMB per lesson, but my parents paid it without hesitation, and then I studied flute with the deputy chief flutist of the National Center for the Performing Arts (NCPA). My level of proficiency skyrocketed. In order to bring me one step closer to my dream, my parents found the first generation of Chinese flute masters and asked me to study flute with him. Now that I had reached the fifth grade, difficulties came again when I was given new pieces. One practice piece was particularly difficult and I couldn't practice it well. I became frustrated again and even started to hate the flute.

"There is no way out of the mountain, but there is a village in the dark." After a few days of struggling, I picked up the flute again and practiced on my own over and over again. In the end, the piece turned out to be a piece of cake for me.

"Where there's a will, there's a way." So every setback, as long as we do not give up, will accelerate our growth. Thank you everyone my speech ends here!

My story and music 12

Everyone has their favorite song, some like the high and exciting "March of the Volunteers"; some like the soothing and clear "Moonlight Song"; some like the passionate and exuberant "High song"; but one of my favorite songs is the "phoenix-tailed bamboo in the moonlight"

This song is not a familiar world famous song, and not the national anthem. It is not a national anthem that inspires people, but it was the first song in my life. When I was in my mother's stomach, she often played it for me to listen to, which destined that I and it will have an inexplicable relationship.

Today, I turned on the player once again to listen to this familiar and long-lost song, still the same beautiful melody. Being in the melodious tune, I seem to have entered a new world, the phoenix-tailed bamboo forest under the moonlight came into view, the clear stream slowly flowed past me, gurgling, making me feel happy and joyful and soothing! There was a feeling of being in my mother's arms.

Music brings me a happy, relaxed feeling, it is as if it is one of my little friends, our story warm and happy!

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Xian Xinghai once said: music, is the greatest joy of life; music, is a clear spring of life; music, is the melting pot of temperament. Yes, music has been closely related to me since I was a child. I've had a relationship with music since before I was born.

My mom told me that when I was in her belly, she especially loved listening to classical music. When I was first born, I was especially rowdy and cried all the time. But mom also had a great trick to cure me - music. As soon as the music was played, I immediately stopped crying and obediently went to dreamland. Of course, this may not be a thousand times true, but this may be for my future music learning to do the foundation.

When I was five years old, I heard the beautiful melody of the piano once, and I couldn't help but learn. So my journey to learn the piano began. I learned very hard and seriously. But last year, when I was about to take the grade 6 exam, the road to learning the piano was struck by a bolt from the blue - I broke my arm.

The fracture was so severe that I was in a cast for a month. But I thought of those disabled pianists, no matter if they have few arms or legs, or are deaf or mute, can they not play the piano by their own perseverance? Compared with them, what is a broken bone?

Although my path to music has been bumpy, it has been bright. I will get better and better at music the more I learn!

Thursday is finally here, the long-awaited music competition is about to begin, for this competition, we rehearsed for a long time, I hope this competition can get good results.

In the afternoon, we went to the music classroom, every student looked very nervous, I thought: a *** seven classes, with the level of our class must not be in the last, right? So I relaxed a lot, we sat down quietly.

Mr. Lei first let each class send a representative to participate in the lottery, I waited with anxiety. As a result, our class was the first to go on stage.

We got ready at the entrance and went on stage with our heads held high. Kou Tongfei stood in the center of the stage and said loudly, "Please listen to the first song, Grateful Heart." Mr. Lei played the piano and made a beautiful sound, and my mood immediately became much heavier. Today happens to be my ninth birthday, I sang with a grateful heart to the beat: "Grateful

heart, thanks to fate, flowers blossom and fall, I will cherish the same." At once, my eyes were moist, with glittering tears sang out my gratitude.

Then, the second song "beautiful new home", the beautiful sound of the piano sounded again, I still full of energy into the singing, sang our ambition to build a beautiful new home. The end of the singing, at once, the stage rang a thunderous applause, with the command, we walked off the stage in an orderly manner.

Later, we got the fifth place. I thought, "If we do a little better in discipline and order, we may be able to get a better result, let's go for it in future competitions!"

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"Ding bell ......" the class bell rang, this section just happened to be our music class, Mr. Su walked into the classroom with a smile on his face, and he taught us a song called "Picking a Bouquet of Flowers".

Under the leadership of the teacher, we sang softly to the "vast field full of flowers, pick a bouquet dedicated to mom ......" melodious melody echoed in the classroom. I seem to see my mother's smiling face, as if I saw in my fall, my mother to help me up; when I made a mistake, my mother's reproach with an expectant gaze; when I was sick, my mother could not close her eyes all night to stay at my bedside; in my good grades, my mother on the face of the sweet smile. All these are like waves in the sea, stirring in my heart. I thought to myself, "Teacher, why don't you sing more, so that I can once again feel my mother's love for me!"

Since I learned this song, I often enjoyed singing it. I always think, from now on, I should love my mom more, listen to her words and cherish the time I spend with her. Maybe years later, our moms will leave us, and if we don't cherish them now, we may never see our moms again. The melodious melody once again sounded in the classroom, "The vast field is full of flowers, pick a bouquet of offerings to mom, it's colorful, it has been floating, it is the best reward for mom. Mom mom, my dear mother, your sweat of toil, your tears of joy, let the spring color spread all over the sky, let the congestion spread all over the sky ......"

I love this song, and I love my mom even more.