(1) Essay "The Story of Me and the Harmonica" 400 words
I was born in a reclamation farm in the northeast. I went to high school in the field, which is a town 36 kilometers from my home. At that time, I lived in the school, went home once every Saturday, and in the evening the lodging students were required to go to the evening self-study.
Before studying, I sometimes saw a male student in my class playing the harmonica on the steps behind the school building, and sometimes he played it in the corridor of the classroom. I often heard him practicing intermittently, which was popular at that time, Qi Qin's "The Wolf in the North" and "About Winter". The dormitory building where I lived closed late, and the boy stayed at a relative's house. We were both the last group of students to leave for the evening study hall. So there was a chance to start talking to the boy.
One day, the boy asked me if I was going to pick strawberries on the hill of the TV station. I still remember that Saturday evening, I waited for him on the hill, he waved to me at the bottom of the hill, and then ran towards the hill. The strawberries, of course, were not picked, so we sat down halfway up the hill to watch the sunset, and the boy took out his harmonica and played a complete rendition of Grandma's Penghu Bay. In that melodious harmonica sound, I saw the imaginary beach, the footprints on the fine sand, the flying seabirds, and the sparkling sea under the setting sun. A beautiful early summer evening. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal on a new product, and then you can get it.
At that time, the love is in the study night, the two quietly slipped out of the school to run to the back of the grove, rambling, east, west of a sentence of small talk, hand in hand in the woods walk through. I can't remember what I said, but I remember being happy. That year I was 16 years old, the boy was 17 years old.
The first semester of the second year of high school was divided into arts and sciences, the boy went to the arts class, I decided to study science. The night of the ice and snow two people sometimes still hold hands and walk in the snow in the grove. Accompanied by the snowflakes flying in the sky are two young and hot heart. During the day, the two people encountered also pretend to be mutually unrelated appearance. At that time, we all know that early love is a bitter fruit, if the school knows, will be taken as a typical to catch, the whole school named criticized the possibility is not unheard of. It has happened before.
One day the boy said that he might change schools next semester and go to a bigger city, a coal-producing city.
I only saw the boy once in the first few days of the next semester. I was shopping on the street with some girls from my room and saw him across the street with a group of boys. The moment we looked at each other, I saw his bright eyes and the smile on his face that I couldn't stop. The two people did not say anything, but the heart is very happy.
The fourth day after the start of school, the second class after recess back, in the noisy corridor, the boy suddenly appeared in front of me, he said, "I'll leave in the afternoon, this is for you." He said, "I'll be leaving this afternoon, you can have this." After saying this, he shoved something into my hand and turned around and left, disappearing in the crowded corridor. I stood there in a daze, my mind blank, and then mechanically followed my classmates toward the classroom. When I returned to my seat, I stuffed the small bag into my book bag. It was not until I returned to the dormitory after school at noon that I took out the small bag on my bed. The small bag was a harmonica wrapped in a handkerchief, a pure white handkerchief, a long harmonica, the boy's harmonica, a shiny metal body, engraved with the words Shanghai, Shanghai and Shanghai pinyin, and the words of the Shanghai Harmonica General Factory. The emerald green fret, the upper and lower rows, 24 holes.
The whole afternoon I was in class, the boy took the car away, went to the coal city. I didn't go to the evening study that day, with my best female classmate, I finally couldn't help it, I cried.
A long time later, the boy wrote, saying that he had become a sports committee member in his new class. He is very good, still practicing harmonica, and will think of me when he plays the harmonica. Then he told me to study hard, not to be distracted, and to make sure I got into college. Every once in a while, the boy would come and write a letter, which was very simple, and I wrote back. The first thing I'd like to say is that I don't know what to do.
After the second year of high school, the curriculum is very tight, and the university is the goal of everyone. Every day is class, class, morning self-study, evening self-study, big test, small test, and midterm examination, and model test, vacation also make up class. The boy didn't get enough points in the first year of the college entrance exam, and he repeated the exam for one year, but he didn't get in either. He wrote to say that he must go to university. When I took the college entrance examination for the third time, I was so nervous that I couldn't sleep a week before the examination. The only way to sleep during the days of the exam was to rely on sleeping pills. The score of the third examination was even lower than the first one. The mood is frustrated to the extreme, I had to give up the dream of going to college mood is frustrated to the extreme, I had to give up the dream of going to college, only went to Beijing to join my uncle. To Beijing with luggage, there is a presence of the Department of the bookstore to buy "PinYuLife", published by the Huangshan Book Club, and the handkerchief wrapped in the harmonica. It was 1993.
When I first came to Beijing, I was very homesick and cried secretly in bed at night. I took the harmonica out and stared at it quietly, looking forward to the sound of the harmonica. I've never played that harmonica before, I've never even tried. I just held it in my hand and looked at it upside down, counting the upper frets carefully, one frame at a time. When I had seen enough and counted enough, I used a handkerchief to gently wipe away the fingerprints on the body of the instrument, wrapped it up, and put it under my pillow. Still waiting, I have not received a letter from the boy for more than a year. I thought he might have gone to college. If he wanted to get in touch with me, he could, he knew where my home was. I didn't know where he would go to college. I never contacted my high school classmates again, and I felt inferior because I didn't go to college.
I started a new life in Beijing, a bustling, crowded city. In the crowded talent exchange to find a job, in the commute to and from work on the public **** car crowded and crowded, in the sunrise of the moment in Tiananmen Square to the national flag solemnly salute, for the household registration, for the temporary residence permit worried, to go to the New Oriental on the TOEFL class, listened to Mr. Yu Minhong's class. At the entrance of Peking University and Tsinghua University, I was jealous and envious of the students coming in and out. I began to gradually familiarize myself with the city and made new friends.
The harmonica, which I rarely take out now, has been in the lower part of the box since I moved a few times in Beijing. The boy was never heard from again. I've asked my parents many times if any of my classmates have contacted me. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that.
When I had the opportunity to go abroad, I went to the United States.
In the baggage I brought with me, there was also the book PinPlay Life and the harmonica wrapped in the handkerchief. Counting, that man
⑵ Stories about me and my family in about 200 words
Stories about me and my family
In my family, I like my grandmother most. By the way, I'd like to introduce you to my whole family!
My dad is an accountant who always does things by saying, "It's okay, it's okay." Mom is a fourth-grade teacher, she has always been very strict with me, so I secretly gave her a nickname "Strict Teaching Mom". My grandfather is a carpenter, he is always kind, I love my grandfather very much. My grandfather was also a craftsman, and my grandmother was a farmer who worked hard all day long. I also have two uncles, one working in Nanjing and the other in Beijing, they are both very good, I want to learn from them and grow up to be something.
I love my family, I want to study hard, every day, to repay their kindness to me!
(3) "My Little Story with Calligraphy" Essay 200 words
In the summer vacation of 2010, I began to learn calligraphy. During that time, the learning was in clerical script. My teacher said I wrote well every time, but I was not proud of it. In addition, I had two guys who learned calligraphy with me, Qin Minhao and You Yifeng. Their moms and mine were colleagues, so the three of us learned calligraphy together. The two of them boys always had to casually sneak around and talk in class. You Yifeng learned it two years before Qin Minhao and I did, so he now writes in regular script.
This year I'm going to write big letters, and as usual, I'm writing with a lot of grace and style. The teacher saw it and praised it. I heard that, my heart is happy. However, Qin Minhao wrote all the shrinkage. The teacher shook his head when he saw it. Last year, You Yifeng took the fourth level of calligraphy, this year, the fifth level, Qin Minhao and I this year, the second level.
I love writing calligraphy because I feel a lot of joy from it!
(4) My story with music. 200 words
When I was a child, I saw those musicians playing on TV, I had a kind of admiration in my heart. 4 years old, my father bought me a Casio electronic piano from Guangzhou on a business trip, and since then, I fell in love with music.
When I first bought the piano, I made up some little songs by myself, and my dad saw that I loved music so much, and he was so determined to give me a piano teacher, so that I could learn from him. The teacher taught me to learn "fingering" and "seating position", I do not understand to ask: "Why do you want to learn these boring movements?
The teacher said seriously, "Music is a basic art, and if you want to learn it well, you can't just rely on music, you have to have a good instrument first, and cultivate your temperament." After listening to the teacher's words, I love music more.
After the teacher's hard work and my efforts, I finally learned the fingering. I began to learn to play, perhaps because of the bad memory, a simple ditty, I have to spend a few weeks. I even wanted to give up, the teacher told me a story, dead me to dispel this idea, I learn to play the piano more effort.
At the age of eight, I had already learned many difficult pieces. When I saw my peers playing happily, I really wanted to join them, but my parents spent a lot of money and energy for me, and my teachers paid sweat and time for me, so how could I be so selfish? I had to sit back on the piano chair.
In order to learn music well, I have paid a lot, and also gained a lot from it. The road to learning to play the piano may not be so good, but as long as you have perseverance and fortitude, you can succeed even in the most difficult things.
Music as a fire, practiced my perseverance and perseverance, may this fire always burn in my heart!
(5) My Harmonica Diary 200 Words
I have a good friend - the harmonica. It grows up with me every day, and they have formed a deep friendship with each other. Inside I remember once, I only got 93 points in the exam, and I was very sad. People say, "Drinking away your sorrows", but I was too young to drink. But I was too young to drink, and I couldn't find a single thing to get rid of my worries. Suddenly, from afar drifting melodious mouth organ sound, from the window ...
(6) The story of Lang Lang's hard practice 200 words
Lang Lang had to complete eight hours of training every day, and gradually he could skillfully play the difficult Tchaikovsky's Piano Concerto No. 1, and also Rachmaninoff's Piano Concerto No. 3. Later even the famous conductor Maazel was surprised: "Where did Lang Lang lay his piano foundation?" He was told, "Lang Lang learned it in China."
At the age of 13, Lang Lang and his father, Mr. Lang Guo Ren, who had resigned from the public service, rented a modest two-story silo in Beijing's Baipuifang district, where the kitchen and the toilet were all shared. Father and son crowded in a one-bedroom apartment, in addition to a set of better stereo and a necessary Xinghai brand piano, not even a television set. This is an environment of intense, fulfilling struggle deliberately created by father and son. Lang Lang lives a two-point student life of school and home every day. In the morning, he goes to school to learn cultural lessons, and in the afternoon, he practices the piano under the guidance of his teacher, Zhao Pingguo. After a day of classes, Lang Lang, like all children from dual-income families, rushes home with his backpack and a monthly bus ticket in his pocket. After arriving home, Lang Lang has to continue practicing on the piano.
(7) Essay on the story of me and the pottery flute two hundred words
The story of me and the pottery flute In the morning, as soon as you walk into the campus of our industrial park school, you will hear the melodious and beautiful sound of the pottery flute. Listen, there is another burst of melodious pottery flute music coming from the pottery music hall. My heart just can't help but be happy, remembering the story that happened between me and the pottery flute. You may wonder: "What is a flute anyway? It is the cutest little musical instrument in the world. I still remember the day the pottery flute ordered by my school was delivered, I couldn't wait to open the box, and a lovely blue pottery flute was presented in front of me. It was like a small pistol with many small holes on it. The sound it made was low but melodious. I liked it very much. A few days later, we finally expected Mr. Zhou to teach us the flute, and we were nervous and excited at the same time. We began to learn how to play the flute. Teacher Zhou taught us a children's song: Little Star. Teacher Zhou played one line and we played the next. The song was so winding that we got confused in no time. After practicing a few times, Mr. Zhou asked us to practice playing the song on our own. While I was immersed in how to find the right tone holes, Ms. Zhou suddenly said, "Little student, blow for everyone to hear." As she said this, she pointed the microphone at the air hole of my clay flute. My palms were sweating, I had just learned how to play in front of so many students, so I stuttered a little bit. But Mr. Zhou still said, "You played well, keep up the good work." Since then I became close friends with the flute and practiced playing the flute every day. Finally, I was going to participate in the school's flute audition competition. I remember that afternoon we came to the comprehensive building to prepare for the competition. I was the first contestant! I was the first contestant! I was so nervous that I couldn't even hold the flute properly. I took a deep breath, stabilized myself and played "Little Star" in the right key. I made it all the way to the top fifty. Since I got the flute, I took it out to play when I was happy, when I was worried and when I was free, and I played one song after another with it. Although the flute is small, it brings me endless fun.
(8) Composition 200 words I and () the story fast!
The story of me and cactus
I have never liked cactus. I have never liked cacti because they have neither flowers that make people envious at first sight, nor a colorful body.
Now I have a pot of cactus. When I was in the third grade, my mom asked for it from a friend's house for me. I had the mumps that time, and the swelling was so bad that I couldn't get better from the medication and injections. My mom heard someone say that cactus is very effective in treating mumps, and I was cured very quickly after applying the cactus. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it.
Mom also told me that the cactus is extremely tenacious, and its indomitable character is surprising. A piece of green cactus breaks and falls to the ground, everyone thinks it is dead. No, if you also think so you are wrong, it with the body of the nutrients to produce roots, and cultivate a youthful small cactus, this is the real "rooted". Who can match its tenacity? It is not afraid of the heat, that is, the temperature is as high as 40 degrees Celsius, it is a few days without water can also be strong to live.
Now it is in my study every day watching me, accompanied by me, is my wordless friend.
The sample work is for reference only, may it help you!
(9) The story of my friends and I essay 200 words
The story of my books
I like to read, as long as there is time to read, my father is always kindly called me "small bookworm", this metaphor, genus I feel particularly great, and my mother is different, all day long in my ear chatter: do not look at so many books, you need to take the heart of the book. The first thing I want to do is to make sure that I have a good understanding of what I'm doing and how I'm doing it, so I'm going to try and make sure that I have a good understanding of what I'm doing.
Once, it was Friday, my mother let me go to the painting class, I carried the clip to go, the next class, I went to the Xinhua Bookstore Reader's Club to return the book, but also finished, I went to borrow a book, the first to take a few, ready to flip through the book, but just opened the first page, I was attracted by the content of the book, I looked at a page and a page, like a hungry wolf voraciously read. Finished, I reluctantly put the book back to the bookshelf, when I have completely forgotten the painting class, forget to borrow books, forget the loss of time. I opened another book, read hungrily, read again, read another book, suddenly remembered that it is now noon, and painting class, has finished the class, I did not borrow the book, directly back to the home, my mother scolded me. I'm not going to borrow the book, I went straight home, mom scolded me!
Shakespeare said, books are the world's nutrition, I think he is very right. I love reading.
(10) The story of me and the animals 200 words
The story of me and the animals ------- Grandma's house cat
Grandma's house has a big cat, it is eight years old, equivalent to the age of fifty years old, apparently already counted as an "old grandfather". But it's still very nimble, and it has no problem going up the stairs or up the tree.
The cat is very fat, probably because the grandmother always feed it good food! Its body is mostly fawn, covered with gray and black stripes between, a pair of brown ears alert erect, two eyes as bright as light bulbs, sometimes round, sometimes thin.
The cat is very lazy, and I used to call it a "sloth". Every day it eats and sleeps, sleeps and eats, and at night it does not go to catch mice. One day at noon, I really can not get used to it that lazy look, can not hold their mood, take a willow branch, rushed into the house to train it a meal, it seems to understand, slinking out, I followed it to the outside, full of thought that it has been a change of heart to go to the "hard work", who knows, it slipped to the haystacks, basking in the warmth of the sun again! The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one. 。。。。。。
"Lazy bug" is also very naughty, one day I wrote a paper, to copy the couplet with the door, went out to look, came back, saw "lazy bug" sitting in my position is concentrating on gnawing my pen, I was on fire, and vigorously push it down, "Lazy bug" is not a good idea. I pushed it down, "Hey!" It wouldn't go down! I'll give you some serious, I called my uncle over, uncle a lazy bugs driven to the ground, this time the "lazy bugs" seems to fall not light, it sat on the ground half a day to "understand", I was secretly happy: "I was secretly happy! Little boy, play with me, you are still young!" Just when I was complacent, suddenly a lazy bug carp "whoosh" a drill into the cabinet under the cabinet, did not wait for me to reflect, the cabinet came under the squeak screams, a closer look, the cat's mouth more than a big fat mouse 。。。。。。 At this time, the lazy bug rolled his eyes and looked at me, striding a smooth pace of four, demonstration-like.
This is the grandmother's cat, lazy, mischievous, but the key moment is not to lose the "hero"!
My friend gave me a puppy, which was about two months old.
Because it is chubby with long snow-white hair, like wearing a thick white robe, it has a pair of black and bright eyes, like two jewels set there, showy nose on top of a circle of black halo, good mouth hanging point whiskers, it is both smart and cute, and sometimes naughty, I like it very much, and it is also willing to play with me.
Since the white came to our home, it has become my best friend, every morning I take it to run, and it is always running in front of me, from time to time to look back at me, and then continue to run forward, sometimes it ran tired around my legs circle, if you meet other people's home puppy will naughty pounced on them and they fight together, you bite me a bite I kicked you a foot, and finally simply rolled in the same time, this time! I'm sure a white coat will turn into a black one. Back home, I tend to reprimand it, it squatting on the ground, a pair of poor big eyes blinking at me, as if to say: "I'm wrong, please forgive me". So I only called the water to give it a bath, it stood there motionless and cooperative, I gave it a whole two big pots of black water, finally my little white restored its original appearance, I used the towel to dry it again, it shook hard, the hair on the body immediately fluffed up, it turned back to look at me, climbed into its own nest and did not move, like a child who had made a mistake, I touched its head with heartache and said gently: "It's good to change." The little white looked at me with open eyes, as if he had heard and understood, stuck out his tongue and licked my hand, showing that "I will correct it next time"!
This is my little white, little white make my life full of infinite fun.