The thing is this: one day, at school, there was a competition chorus, and the whole school came to participate, and I was no exception. After signing up, I began to train in my spare time. Our training is to let the teacher play the piano and teach us to sing. Hearing the beautiful sound of the piano, everyone blurted out the songs, which made me know something about the piano. In the fourth grade music class, the teacher likes to take us to the music room. After the teacher's explanation and playing, I gradually became interested in the piano, which has a beautiful tone and can make people's nerves rest.
At home, I always sing some songs I learned at school. My parents saw me singing like this every day and knew that I was a little interested in the piano, so they bought me an electronic piano. I couldn't wait to play when I got home, but I was really playing the piano. At this time, my father told me to calm down and play the simplest etude: Ode to Joy, but I couldn't calm down to listen and watch. I sat on the bench in a hurry and began to play. Learning electronic organ is not as simple as I thought. I began to think that as long as I played the seven sounds of Duo, Lai, Mi, Fa, Suo, La, everything would be fine. It's easier said than done. It is difficult to play these seven scales well, and basic skills are also very important. You should know the notation and master the rhythm. After several months of study, I learned this song, and I can also play and sing it myself. Under the guidance of my father, I learned more songs: nursery rhymes, march of the volunteers and so on. Now at home, I am often intoxicated by the wonderful music of the electronic organ. Whenever I play the school song "Nursery Rhyme" smoothly with my fingers on the keyboard, my mind seems to be back to the time when I was in class, playing games and playing with my classmates at school. Whenever I indulge in my own piano music and hum a few words, my mood is like eating a ginseng fruit, and all my 36 thousand pores are opened.
I love music, I love the electronic piano, and I love the sound of the piano that can cultivate my temperament. I hope wonderful music will fill my future and please people. I will continue to study and practice hard to improve my piano skills, so that my family and friends can enjoy my beautiful piano sound.
In Chinese class on Friday morning, we held "Art is around us-Unit 8 Reading Appreciation Meeting". There are four groups of performances, namely the second group, the fourth group, the fifth group and the sixth group.
The first one to play is our fourth group. We performed Lesson 25 "The Farewell of Boya". Boya was decorated by Chen Zhengdong, acted by Wei Zichun, acted as props by Li and explained by. Because Wang Yujun recited with great emotion, I think narration is the best. Our movements and demeanor are vividly performed, and teachers and classmates are full of praise for it. How deep is the friendship between Boya and Zhong Ziqi! They know each other and are true bosom friends. Now, how many people can do it? Watching, I can't help falling into the plot of the story.
Next is the fifth group. They performed Lesson 26 "Song of the Moonlight". The shoemaker is decorated by Ma Yingkang, the blind girl is decorated by Lu Qiqi, Beethoven is decorated by Cai Zhihang, and the narrator is completed by Lin Ying. Because Lin Ying's recitation is very emotional, I think narration is the best. Their movements and demeanor are equally vivid, but they are slightly better than us. Beautiful piano sound, quiet moonlight, microwave sparkling sea, rough sea ... I was intoxicated, intoxicated by the emotional voice of the narrator. I think: Beethoven and the blind girl are not bosom friends?
Finally, the second group and the sixth group performed lesson 27 "Mona Lisa's Contract" and lesson 28 "My Stage" respectively. Although their performances are all better, they make me laugh and cry. Because they are all improvisations, most of them are reciting. When they performed, I learned another kind of artistic beauty, that is, the beauty of recitation.
Who said that art must be an elegant concert and an expensive the world famous paintings? In my opinion, a humorous remark and a short joke are all art, and art is around us!
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Whenever I see those exquisite handicrafts, I always envy them. I always hope that one day I can make a proud work with my own hands.
Finally, this opportunity came. Last week, our school organized us to go to the labor base to experience the hard life of the base. We experienced the hardships of military training and the fun of paper cutting in the base. What makes me most happy is that I finally made a handicraft by myself.
I remember that morning, under the leadership of our teacher, we came to the classroom of "craft production", only to see the teacher take out a bag of gypsum powder, two cups and a mold. The teacher first mixed water and gypsum powder evenly, and then poured gypsum into the mold. When loading the mold, gently shake the mold to make the gypsum evenly distributed in the mold. After about 4 to 5 minutes, the artwork can be taken out of the mold, which means that an unpainted artwork is "baked".
After seeing the teacher's demonstration, we did it ourselves. At first, I forgot that the ratio of water to gypsum is 1: 2. If a cup is filled with water and gypsum powder at the same time, there is no way to keep the water in the cup from overflowing. Later, after I adjusted the ratio of water to gypsum powder, I poured water into gypsum. This time, I was in trouble again-I didn't mix evenly. What happened? At first, I thought the water was poured too fast, so I tried it again and the result was the same as last time. I have no choice but to ask the teacher. After I explained to the teacher why the mixing was uneven. The teacher smiled and told me, "One of your steps is wrong. Instead of pouring water into gypsum powder, you should pour gypsum into water. " After listening to the teacher's explanation, I suddenly realized that it was true. I quickly mixed the gypsum, then I poured it into the mold and finally shook it well. After waiting for a long time, my work came out. Although I haven't painted it, I'm still very happy.
In the afternoon, we can't wait to come to another classroom to color my morning work. When the teacher arranges seats for us, we will hold a brush in our hands and color this work. Because my work depicts two small fish swimming in the water, light blue must be used as the base color, but among the five pigments on the table, there is no light blue. What shall we do? At this moment, the teacher came, and I asked the teacher again. The teacher still smiled and told me: "You can mix these five colors together, so that new colors will appear." Sure enough, I mixed white with dark blue, and light blue really appeared. Later, I used the same method to bring out many colorful colors. After a while, my work finally really came out. You see, the gray lace sets off the light blue "sea water". Two small fish swim freely in the water, and there are two small conchs and a small starfish beside them, which gives people a pleasing feeling. Seeing this work, I can't help feeling very proud.
Making handicrafts, as long as you master the method and be careful, you will succeed. How's it going? Let's have a try.
Art is particularly important for people, and those precious works of art left by predecessors have made us enjoy a lot so far.
I remember when I was in the fifth grade, I learned an article called "Moonlight Song" in Chinese class, which was about the process of Beethoven's creation of "Moonlight Song". The students asked the teacher to listen to this piece of music. The teacher kindly refused and agreed to our request.
When the teacher came to the classroom with a tape recorder, the students were all very excited, and I was no exception. This is my first time to appreciate the master's works! When the teacher's finger pressed the play button, there was a beautiful piano sound in the recorder.
The music was soft at first, and I slowly closed my eyes. It is like a full moon at sea, half in the sky and half covered by the sea. The sea is calm, and from time to time, there are several breezes blowing, making several ripples, making the reflection of the moon vague and more romantic.
Slowly, the sound of the piano became passionate, as if the moon was rising slowly and the wind on the sea was stronger. The wind makes the sea jump, the waves dance with the moonlight, and occasionally touch the sleeping rocks.
Suddenly, the sound of the piano slowed down, as if the moon had risen to the sky, quietly looking at the calm sea below, and the moonlight sprinkled on the sea, as gentle and kind as a loving mother's hand stroking a child's cheek.
The sound of the piano is fading away, but we are still immersed in the artistic conception of music. What wonderful music is intoxicating!
When I was a child, I only knew that music was beautiful, but I didn't know how to describe it in words. But now I know it's called "the sound of nature".
What is my favorite art? I will tell you without thinking: "My favorite art is writing".
Maybe you will say, how did I write articles when I was young? In fact, my writing is not good at all, but it still fascinates me and enjoys it.
One of my interests in writing is influenced by classical literature. Before Thailand, Laozi's Tao Te Ching, Confucius' The Analects of Confucius and Sun Tzu's The Art of War were all my hobbies. The ancient writers I admire most are not Laozi, Confucius and Sun Tzu, but Liu An in the Han, Wei, Southern and Northern Dynasties. You should know this writer! It doesn't matter if you don't know, but his works must have been known throughout the ages, such as the Goddess Chang'e flying to the moon, where Houyi shoots the sun and the goddess fills the sky. These works make people relish and linger.
My second interest in this art is that my composition won the prize. On that occasion, Miss Zhao asked each of us to hand in our best compositions. I handed it to her casually. After a while, with the ringing of the bell, the students returned to their seats. Miss Zhao took a stack of bright red "paper boxes" and picked them up one by one, reading the students' names one by one. With teacher Zhao's voice, the students stepped onto the platform one by one, including me. When I held the "cardboard box", I found it was a "cardboard box".