Junior 2 (6) Wang Yichu
That winter afternoon, together with my mother, I finished my most pleasing piece of work under the reflection of the warm sun.
Perhaps it was a whim, a whim. After talking about non-heritage, I especially wanted to make a craft with Nantong's blue print fabric. My mother and I talked about making a cup of "hibiscus".
The online purchase of blue prints soon arrived, open the package, unfolding the cloth, blue prints stable dark blue tone filled my visual reach. The flashing white pattern on the blue background is particularly dazzling. Some of them are random white dots, some of them are rice ears, and some of them are flowers of some kind, which are open and confident. These are probably the beautiful expectations of the people of Nantong! I do not know and "out of the mud" with the lotus, and will collide with how different sparks?
My mother and I first according to the process, the appropriate size of the various petals of the shape of the cut, and then sewed up. I was in charge of cutting and my mother was in charge of sewing. Gentle sunlight streamed through the small window and warmed the table of floral fabrics. I cut the petals early and watched my mother sew, and I sewed too.
Pinch the two petals of the flower, the right hand to take the needle and thread, a needle poke in the edge of the place a little bit inward, one hand to press down, one hand in the bottom of the support, the needle poke down, and then backhanded from the bottom of the needle to grab a pull, a strip to be considered complete. Poke again, a press, a lift, press out a pleat, inward a penetration. Both hands fly up and down and the speed is much improved. Parroting my words, I followed suit and sewed a few flaps. Leaving an opening and turning inside out, the threads were all hidden inside.
Both my mother and I sewed carefully, that concentration, that cultural confidence.
The sun is gradually slanting in the west, shining diagonally in, the setting sun is like a fire, waving a pen to splash out ten thousand points of golden light, drunk on the ground, the table is full of jumping gold, and deep? The table is also full of jumping golden yellow, and deep blue background. The point of white lines in the yellow and red sunlight also slightly yellow.
With a small plate containing Huo Xiang, mint, perilla and a few other very common common medicinal herbs, exudes a clear fragrance, overflowing nostrils. Carefully loaded into the petals, loaded when the lotus, close the mouth, and then by me to sew them all together. Take a steel wire support, the lotus will be able to show a variety of forms. Put into the cup, and then take my mother and I together with the production of the two plants of the flower bones, the same loaded, high and low, graceful!
Looking at this cup of lotus, the deep blue also let my heart settle down, all of a sudden steady. Blue printed cloth contains a deep cultural connotation, it is elegant and fresh color contains the Nantong people's hope for a better life. This cup of lotus is sewn by such an auspicious cloth, and affection is also sewn in a stitch by my mother and me inadvertently.
This lotus is the combination of love and culture, and it is the work I am most satisfied with. Looking at the lotus flower with such personality, I also hope: may my 2022 everything is beautiful!
Comment: personal involvement, feeling, process description is delicate, detail portrayal in place, not only feel the warmth of affection, but also understand the charm of the traditional culture of the nation, more appreciate the wisdom of the working people.
? 2. My favorite piece of work
? Junior high school (6) high-end
On the stage, the dance "Fanghua" in the melody of the end of the gradual weakening, a beam of light illuminated the faces of the girls, I stood in the center of the stage, feeling the dazzling light. That beam of light, the stage lights, is my love and my dream.
I gazed at the black crowd under the stage and plucked the strings of my memory to that time ......
Soon after I entered junior high school, I couldn't wait to choose the dance club, and at that time I just got my 10th grade certificate in dance, and I wanted to continue to love what I love.
A few weeks later, the teacher decided to rehearse a dance to participate in the district's school art festival. So, the first rehearsal of "Fancy" started. Maybe because it was the first time we worked together, our tacit understanding was still to be strengthened, and it was always difficult to achieve complete unity.
So we accelerated the pace of rehearsal. The first time I saw this, I was able to see that the whole thing was a bit of a joke, but I think it's a bit of a joke. "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight." "Stop!" "Do it again!" "Adjust this movement again!" The dance took shape during these rehearsals.
I took the red silk scarf, my mind over and over again recalled the teacher's demonstration of the pace, thinking of the dance in the dance of the girls of the Cultural Affairs Corps valiantly beautiful posture, and do my best to show the dance of the beauty and hope, the usual bland eyes also turned into a young girl's soft eyes, with the ups and downs of the tune changed ......
In the rehearsals since then, the teacher also marveled at our rapid progress, the dance also gained a lot of leadership love and support, finally our "Fanghua" ushered in the first opportunity to show on stage.
Backstage, my teacher finished the last stroke of my makeup. In the mirror, I looked like a young girl from the "Worker's Union" decades ago, looking forward to dancing my youth.
"The students of Yucai Middle School will bring us the dance "Fanghua"...... "The lights came on, the familiar melody rang in the ears, we stood in the center of the large stage, holding a red scarf, spinning and jumping, stretching his arms! ...... "Boom -" sound, is immersed in the dance, I do not know who stepped on the silk scarf, slipped on the stage, can not think about it, I stand up as fast as possible. Continue the following action ....... The end of the show, teachers and students have come to comfort the depressed me, I also secretly determined to become a better version of myself in the next show.
A few weeks later, the dance "Fanghua" was selected to participate in the district education system to celebrate the 100th anniversary of the founding of the Chinese ****anufacturing party. It was a familiar stage, a familiar melody, spotlights on, a group of girls with two pigtails, wearing white shirts, army green pants, tied with a red scarf, dancing on the stage, they smiled, eyes with expectations, dancing the most beautiful "Fanghua". And with the soft music, I pay attention to adjust their own pace and action, do not let myself appear again the last mistake situation ......
Finally, the dance in the warm applause in the successful conclusion, I also gently applauded, the applause to myself, to love, hard to insist on their own, but also to the pursuit of the girls with me alongside! I'm going to give it to myself.
Fancy - youth is still good, the sun is still there, this dance, is my recent favorite piece of "work", it will always remain in my memory, with its beautiful accompaniment I continue to move forward!
Comment: This article records the real situation of the dance "Fanghua" from rehearsal to performance, with sincere feelings. The road of chasing dreams will not be smooth sailing, a good work is not overnight, it needs to be repeatedly polished, in order to have the final presentation. Maybe it is not perfect, there will be bumps in the process, but as long as you keep working hard in the direction of your heart, your dreams will eventually blossom into beautiful flowers.
3. My favorite piece of work
Jiaxian Lu
The end of the curtain call, as the props appeared one by one, a burst of surprise screams under the scene will be the New Year's Day party atmosphere to a climax. Looking at the other four heavily made-up faces, I took a deep breath and lowered my voice, "Come on, all you Disney stepmothers on the loose, go for it!" Adjusting my expression, I pulled the brim of my hat and took a step onto the stage.
The familiar music played, the stage lights gathered on us, the stage followed by another deafening scream, I swept my eyes on both sides of the two "stepmoms", the aura of high cold, eyes with a cold and arrogant, we three "stepmom "Our three stepmothers scanned the envelopes on their hands with disdain, and the show began.
Under the lights, we work well together, everyone has entered the state, the movement of demeanor are grasped to the fullest, from time to time very contemptuously rolled his eyes, gently sip a mouthful of tea, two people look at a skimming a mouth, the stage of our play is exquisite, the audience watched as if enraptured. When we took the curtain call, the music teacher on the stage showed a smile, a slight nod; the stage once again resounded with applause, the audience held up the glow sticks, cheering loudly; my heart also bloomed with gorgeous flowers.
The Beginning
"Get a few more students and practice, maybe we can make it to the New Year's Day Gala!" The homeroom teacher pointed to the message sent by the music teacher and said to me, his eyes revealing expectation. I froze, a little overwhelmed, only one month left, inner apprehension.
The good thing is, I have a strong "team of actors", from the intensive study gap to find opportunities for rehearsal. A lunch break time, we five people in the silent campus to find a secluded classroom repeatedly follow the original video over and over again to grind, learning and imitation of spitting pronunciation, action look, encounter problems together to solve, there has never been a contradiction and conflict. Every time I saw their tired and weary faces, my heart was filled with guilt and heartache, but they had no complaints and practiced with full concentration. The time, too, has passed unnoticed.
The twists and turns
Rehearsals were held three days before the show, and we sat in the front row waiting for the test with confidence. We applauded from the bottom of our hearts, and the music teacher, as the chief director, only commented a little after the show. But when it comes to us, when the accompaniment of the last sound end, I found a few teachers on stage is heatedly discussing what, I can not help but heart violently seized up, the four little friends also face puzzled.
The music teacher said to us with a slight frown: "You can't sit there all the time in this performance, it won't work without walking and body movements! Take the time to practice more!"
Without hesitation, we ran toward the music classroom through the night. Facing the mirror, five people take turns to pick details, with the addition of body movement, the character personality pinpointing is also experienced more and more y.
Epilogue
Afterwards, every now and then, an unfamiliar student poked his head in, "Are you the one who performed 'Stepmother's Tea Party'?" I nodded and smiled, and without realizing it, this had become one of my most proud pieces of work!
Comment: A short essay records a meaningful life, such as a boat full of hope, friendship escort, frustration help, and finally returned with honor. The whole language is vivid, the structure is reasonable, the line stretch.
4. I am most proud of a piece of work
Cheng Hongyu
The New Year to, the year close, the New Year prologue opened. In the midst of this celebration there is a kind of pride that transcends the long space and time, bypasses the turbulent dark night, and wanders in the long river of years. I stopped and realized that this should be my last work of 2021, which is also one of my best works.
Pushing open the door of the study, a strong ink fragrance, and the teacher has not seen half a year, everything is still the same, but in the past, the black characters on white paper in the end of the year have been replaced with red and black or red and gold. Teacher took out a piece of red paper laid flat on the felt, with a ruler to flatten, I still hold a rod of wolf hair, dipped in a little ink to wet the pen, the teacher's hands behind the back, standing behind me.
? Pen with the hand dance, walking between the dragon and snake, the shape of the bones, the heart is a few points of complacency, so the dragon and phoenix dance, dazzled. The teacher walked in front of me with his hands behind his back: "Slow down and write, quietly write every stroke and every picture!" I stopped to look at the words I wrote, but on the delicate red paper my words are like slender grass, it seems that at any time a gust of wind can blow it down.
? The teacher took a deep breath, "Here, let me show you." She gently dipped the brush into the ink a few times, slowly scraped away the excess ink meter at the edge of the ink stone, and sat upright, the ink color fainted from the tip of the brush, like flowing clouds and water. I re-take the green peaks and produce flowers on the red paper. Or the dragonflies and waterflies, or the peaks and valleys. I feel imitation of the teacher's penmanship just now, with the tip of the pen slowly scratched each stroke, the belly of the finger also because of the pinch pen is too tight and become white.
The breeze through the window screen, such as damask sand like a soft brush, the corner of the red paper was lifted by the wind. I rubbed my hand over the warped rice paper, and my handwriting gradually became strong and powerful, and my restless heart seemed to be a dandelion that had originally fluttered, but finally found its own fertile ground.
The paper is quiet, and the sound of the pages call for the heart. A few gilt letters on the red rice paper glittered. Looking back at the teacher, she is looking at me with a smile on her face, and her heart is bright and clear. I use my heartstrings as a pen, my heart as an inkstone, and heaven and earth as my pen. The hair touches the paper, and an ink lotus blooms. I am no longer pursuing speed and elegance, but only step by step. I'm not going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it.
I guanzhi, pen, close the front.
A spring couplet is completed, the teacher saw and nodded in praise: "If the heart is quiet, everything is quiet; everything will be beautiful, such as the heart is beautiful."
"Congratulations to the New Year" "gold ten thousand taels" ...... One stroke of the brush exudes the expectation of the New Year, the good wishes for the loved ones, and everything continues in rituals and merriment.
The moon soothes the mind, and I am pleased with this work, which has patience, waiting, lingering affection, and love of Chinese customs. ......
Comment:
Although you can't dance for the time being, it's not a beautiful enjoyment to be quietly waving your pen and ink. As long as there is a dream in your heart, life is a stage everywhere, seriously do every little thing, from the success is not far away, go for it!
5. My favorite piece of work
Shiqi
When I was a kid in my hometown, I used to fly kites. I was always proud to send my kite, which was guided by a lovely pattern, high in the sky, then holding the string, running on the concrete floor, when there were always small children shouting and applauding beside me. When I was tired of running again, I held the string and sat down on a rock by the side of the road with my parents and watched others fly their kites.
The kites were all different, and so were the people who flew them. I noticed an old man who seemed to love kites and would come out on any windy day, like no one else was there. He was about the same age as my grandparents and always wore a rustic yellow cotton jacket with an apron over it, navy blue, and often a hat. There was no cheering around him and he was silent. At that time his kite was loud and uniquely shaped. I was curious about this old man and always looked at him carefully when I walked by.
As if he noticed my gaze, he looked at me twice and said to me, "Little girl, do you know what that is?" As he said this, he pointed to the other end of the rope. I glanced at the end of the string and said suspiciously, "Of course I know, it's a kite, what else?" He shook his head and said mysteriously, "Inaccurate, this kind of kite has a special name, called the board harrier." I've heard a lot about the board harrier, but I've never seen one up close and personal. I looked curiously at the end of the string, and it did indeed look like the board harrier I had heard about. "Do you have any urgent business this afternoon?" He asked. Mom and Dad looked at each other toward the old man and shook their heads. He then asked, "Any interest in making a small harrier?" I froze for a moment and then nodded. So he invited us to his house.
When we entered the gate of the compound, inside was a large living room. The walls were covered with large and small board harriers, and in the center there was a large table filled with bamboo strips, white cloth, ink paints, hot melt glue guns and finished bamboo whistles. He pointed to the wall and said proudly, "I made all of these, that's what I like to do." Dad nodded in admiration. He brought chairs for us and then gestured for us to sit down. So we began to follow the old man step by step.
The afternoon sun poured in through the window and shone on the old man's face, giving him an extra touch of kindness.
"Pick up (cut) first." I compared, measured and carefully picked out three sizes of bamboo strips from the pile on the table, completing the first step of the work. "Make the frame next." Mom dotted some hot melt glue on the ends of the bamboo strips and united several strips together as envisioned, thus forming the frame of the board harrier. "The next step is to glue the white cloth to the frame, but only after first you have to paint the desired decoration on it." I hesitated for a moment, painting on rice paper was something I was good at, but painting on white cloth was very somewhat challenging. "Give it a try," Mom said, "it might come out nice." I jumped at the chance, picked up a brush, dipped it in brown paint and clean water and made two strokes on the cloth, and when he fizzled out, the sparrow's fat, fluffy body appeared. When it dried, he used ink to draw on the eyes, beak and claws, and a lovely sparrow jumped onto the paper. The old man encouraged, "Nice drawing." I was so proud of myself that I added the eaves and the people, and the whole painting looked harmonious. "Then dab the cloth onto the frame." I carefully applied the melted glue to the frame, spread the cloth flat and stuck it on. Finally, I glued on the bamboo whistle and tied the string, and it was done. The old man smiled and said, "Great little girl, so successful on your first try." I took care of my proud work, smiled shyly, thanked the old man and said goodbye. He was already dusk.
The board harrier stood on the bedside table, on which was painted a harmonious family. Under the roof is a family of three, around the table, shabu-shabu hot pot. On the roof, there is a greedy sparrow, enjoying the view. Everything is cozy and harmonious.
Comment: The examples are novel and true, expressing true feelings, and the language is pure and simple, revealing memories of making board harriers.
6. One of my favorite works
Qu Xiaoran, Class 2 (6)
The young people should have the ambition of the clouds, and do not need to whip their own hooves.
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The mystery of youth quietly surfaced, it is like a rock, there can scratch people's sharp corners, but also a hard body, so that I am unbridled in this time to break through, there is enough courage and confidence to pick up the treasures.
Where dreams begin
Just in third grade, I can finally hold a brush, which is my expectation a long time ago, I hope I am talented and poetic. Third grade as a starting point, I believe that my peers are counted in the back, so I do not dare to have the slightest slack, I vaguely remember that time, I observed the teacher's rough fingers twisting the pen body wet nibs of the ink submitted to the rice paper, stained, a mysterious and ancient sentiments diffuse in my brain, hit the dream place branding, my my warm sun outside my window slowly moving, the golden threads of the gold weaving dreams pulling me.
The ups and downs of the dream
I almost became a bookworm, the beginning of that time, I either turn to use the brush, or grasp the air to turn to a year to catch up with their peers, and often praised by the teacher, but also became the pride of the mouths of Mom and Dad, everyone was greatly happy for me, it was naive, thinking that the dream was just smooth sailing after that.
The first time I wrote a work, after the submission of confidence, they put on the coat of confidence, without having doubts, worried about my ability, that is, the sun burns, seems to make my face dark sting. Dreams fall? ---- My work did not stand out, but drowned in a pile of waste paper, then coincided with the stage of the small rise out of the stage, this blow to make a choice in the study and interest, I put down the pencil.
Again with the dream relay
Step into junior high school, I was lucky to meet the best teachers and classmates. Teacher love beauty, not love themselves, but love around, she loved our smug smile, but also from the bottom of my heart love grass, trees, flowers and birds, I can clearly remember, her first sentence in class is not lecturing, but to share with us the morning clouds, and since then I also look at the clouds, and marveled at the clouds, cloud tones, the layout is just right, the benefits of the start of the brush to close the pen, its broad over our heads, with the right posture for the heart of the shock.
The talent of the students let people envy eyes. Some of them were also believers in calligraphy and were so dazzling that their light surrounded me with the light in the clouds***. I finally settled down, my dream should not be put down!
I pulled open the cabinet again, which is full of neat brushes with paper, ink and inkstone, skillfully spread out, the dream also came to me, the pen is a little rusty, but I wrote the flavor, feeling, love. A piece of work in the heart of the ups and downs in the completion of this time the sun is still there, will be confident in my body, the formation of the coat of confidence, such a calligraphy work will be another later, I will be pleased, there will be a better product, but the coat of confidence will never fade.
The sun outside the window is rising higher and higher, the orange eye-catching reddish, such as many years ago and the dream of meeting like unforgettable.
Comment: Learning interest in both to maintain a balance, the pursuit of the heart's love.
7. My most satisfying piece of work
Ni Yuxin
My most satisfying piece of work is a painting of my childhood, in which there is a path full of sycamore leaves, and two backs, one large and one small, holding hands.
That day, I had a whim to paint a landscape, and after thinking for half a day, I didn't have a clue. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it. I vaguely remember the sky that day, clear without a trace of clouds, as if coated with a layer of light blue my gouache, everything is drenched in sunshine, wrapped in warmth.
The wind rose, the sycamore leaves gently falling, dense with a unique fragrance.
When I was a child in the fall, at the end of the falling leaves, there is a row of old bungalows, in the countryside, what is fresh in my mind is that often strolling with grandpa sprinkled with ginkgo biloba goat path, I'll draw it, I had a flash of light. I used a pencil to gently draft, two lines converge a little, the outline of a path is completed, the following to draw the tree. Tall and sturdy tree, was I painted a layer of yellow paint, the vicissitudes of the texture is not ordinary, I first found all the yellow color system, from dark to light, try to draw a gradient feeling, the time passes by the minute, finished painting the tree, long past a long time. After the tree was painted, it was time for the main event. The main character is definitely me and my grandpa.
Thinking, thinking, I seem to go back to the childhood, I ran all the way to follow the grandpa. Exhausted and panting, I finally can't catch up, a butt sitting on the ground, pick up a golden ginkgo biloba leaves, inviting the ground misguided caterpillar, intercepting a hastily moving ants, poking fun at the passing of the overwhelmed little bugs, giggling and busy. Picking up a bright yellow leaf, gleefully handing it to Grandpa, he would always pick me up and quickly leave the ground, as if to fly. I giggled and watched as the sycamore leaves gently drifted down and across the granddaddy's eyes, the sunlight spilling over his shallow wrinkles, the wind sweeping through the hidden silver between his black hair, and the years whistling by in his ears.
In the thick green shade of the sycamore leaves, grandpa stood below and looked at me from afar and smiled. The sunlight fell quietly on his hair, reflecting his face red. I gently took Grandpa's hand. I shuddered lightly at the thought. I grew up, but grandpa is old, time stepped mercilessly, a little bit in grandpa faded, think of this, my heart a burst of pain.
I picked up the pencil for sketching, sketched out a thin and tall grandpa, a short bouncing me, hand in hand, to the end of the trail. Following the footsteps of the falling leaves, following grandpa's footsteps, following the footsteps of time, I hold grandpa's hand tightly, walking slowly.
One of my most satisfying works is this painting, which I named "Childhood Trail" because it is full of childhood memories, slowing down with loved ones, walking on a road covered with sycamore leaves, watching the sunset reflecting the red clouds, quiet and beautiful.
8. I am most pleased with a piece of work
Junior 6 Yang Zihan
Every bit of life deserves to be remembered, and every harvest is a piece of work that we are pleased with.
It was another pleasant Saturday, when I was writing my homework and entertaining myself, I stumbled upon a food tutorial for making mashed potatoes. I was instantly energized with the idea of trying it out. I watched the tutorial a few times over and over again, and I don't know if I'm one of those handicapped people whose eyes know how to do it, but whose hands don't, but in any case, I walked into the kitchen with the mindset of giving it a try.
Luckily, there are still two potatoes left in the house, both large and round, just right for me to use, first of all, I cleaned the surface of the soil with water once again, and then prepared to peel the skin, more than because I don't often go into the kitchen, so it took a long time to find the peeling tool, not often used in this thing I'm not skillful in the operation of the left hand holding the potatoes, the right hand with the scraper press down, the grayish brown skin was layer by layer, the skin was not as thick as it should have been. Gray-brown potato skin was peeled layer by layer, encountered pits, I dug out the inside, so that potatoes become rounded and smooth, it is not easy to peel the potatoes clean, the next more difficult task is to slice the potatoes, pick up a heavy kitchen knife, looking at the sharp blade, the knife I shudder, thought we must pay attention to the safety of the hand, don't cut the hand, I calm down for a moment, and carefully put the knife Put on the potato, find a good spacing, cut down hard, although it is cut down, but cut a little too thick, I tried to cut a few more times, slowly and successfully mastered the method of cutting potato slices thin and thick, smooth completion of this step, then I put the potato slices on the plate on the pot to steam for 20 minutes, waiting for time to say very much looking forward to, take out the potatoes will be crushed, pour the milk, and then talk about the potatoes! I was able to crush the potatoes, pour in the milk, and flatten the potatoes, all of which was a piece of cake for me.
Next is the most important thing is to adjust the sauce, which directly determines the taste, I followed the tutorials into the corn starch, oil, pepper and water, and then into the pot to simmer, until it becomes light brown, thickened, and then finally adjusted the sauce poured in the shape of a hill on the mashed potatoes, and the tutorials look like a nine-point similarity, but I do not know how to taste it.
I'm not sure if I've ever seen this before, but I'm sure I've never seen it before.
I'm not sure if I've ever seen this before, but I'm sure I've never seen it before, but I've never seen it before.
All people have their own satisfaction, and this is my satisfaction, which contains my first time to do the food of the raw and ripe, there is my seriousness to a thing obsessive emotion, but also on the life and food a new taste, I hope that in the future I can create a lot of satisfaction and share with you my happiness!
Parents' comments: Every bit of life is a growing experience, dare to try, the courage to practice, from learning, life, and continue to absorb the truth, goodness and beauty, and to do every thing with all their hearts to experience the experience, harvest, fun, and to share these joys with others, to light up their own inner light!