I sat in front of my seat, turned on the piano and played a very simple tune, but it was ugly. Hearing this, the teacher frowned and said, "You should put your hands straight, read the music carefully and take your time." I tried to play it again, but it still sucks. My heart is full of despair. I want to stand up and walk away and never play the piano again. The teacher read my mind and said to me, "Don't worry, let me play this song."
I saw her sitting in her seat, her body straight, her hands reaching out to the keyboard like a rainbow and stroking gently. Then, waves of beautiful piano music came from the piano, and her fingers danced vigorously on the piano, but they were not clumsy. The wrist machine floats smoothly in the air.
The wonderful piano sound seemed to take me to a beautiful little room, full of flowers outside and tinkling inside. Suddenly, a strong wind rushed over at a brisk pace, casting a shadow over everything. . . . . .
I was intoxicated by the sound of the piano, and the teacher said to me, "As long as you practice hard, you can reach my level."
From then on, I made up my mind to practice hard and reach this level as soon as possible! Whether it is cold or hot, I keep practicing every day. Whenever I am close to despair, I will think of the scene when the teacher plays ball and give me motivation to move forward.
Now, my piano level has been greatly improved, reaching the tenth grade, which has exercised my perseverance.
Article 2: Art-related story composition 500 words Whenever I hear someone playing the piano, I will think of my piano path in my heart. My piano path is made up of sweat, tears and countless small drops of water. Among them, there are many hard stories about me.
I remember when I first started school, I was only five years old, and I was often left behind by my teacher because of my uncoordinated hands and feet. At that time, I was a little princess spoiled by my parents and grandparents every day. How can I stand the treatment of teachers? So whenever I play the piano, I always cry in front of the teacher, but the teacher doesn't care. The more I cry, the longer the teacher stays. After a while, I stopped crying because I realized that if you want to play the piano well, you should not only love playing the piano, but also have perseverance and determination to play it well. This truth not only made me progress on the piano, but also changed my performance at home. I became a hardworking and sensible boy. This makes my family feel sincerely happy.
At that time, my piano skills were greatly improved. Teachers are proud of me, and relatives are proud of me. But I am facing a huge exam-the piano exam. Therefore, every day the teacher is making up lessons for me. It was winter, and every time I played, I was bleeding from frostbite wounds. I will bite my teeth and say to myself, "Come on, hold on! Never give up halfway! Can't live up to everyone's expectations of themselves! " Finally, it's time for me to take the exam. Every player who came to the scene that day was very strong and seemed to be a master like a cloud! Suddenly, I couldn't help but feel nervous. My mother seemed to see my heart and said, Bobo, it's okay. Failure is nothing. As the saying goes, failure is the mother of success. Focus on participation! "After my mother finished speaking easily, I seemed to understand something. Boldly went up. I started playing. I have brought my usual level of hard practice into full play. Everyone present was moved by the sound of my piano. Just after the piano sound, the audience remembered the warm applause. Especially the judges, praised me red in the face. When I got home, my family gave me a thumbs up and decided to celebrate this special day. That was my happiest day!
Piano, it taught me to be sensible, taught me how to be a man, and taught me to have perseverance in doing things. ...
Piano has become a part of my life!
I remember seeing it on TV when I was eight or nine years old. An uncle in a black dress is sitting in front of a piano, gracefully putting his hands on the black and white keys and starting to play the piano. Suddenly I heard the beautiful sound of the piano pouring out like a spring. I stared at the TV and was deeply intoxicated by his elegant posture and beautiful piano sound. Since then, I have formed an indissoluble bond with the piano.
It is a male teacher who teaches me to play the piano. His surname is Chen. I remember the first time I went to a piano class with my mother. I am timid, holding my mother tightly, afraid that she will "fly". Teacher Chen is very kind. She told me several times in a class: "Relax! Relax! " Shamefully, the tight string in my heart is loose.
After a few classes, I think the piano is not easy to learn at all. At first I thought it was easy to play the piano, but after I learned it myself, I was blindsided! Teacher Chen put his hand on the keys, and the lively spirits of the keys immediately became very smart, and beautiful music flowed out. But when it was my turn to play, I didn't even know where to put my hand, let alone play. I finally know where it is, but it's really "terrible" to play. I don't even know what the sound from the piano is. Those elves seem to be against me. Sometimes my hands bounce and I can't help but relax, so my mother shouts, "Put your hands up!" " "I was scared by the roar, so I don't know where it went. . . . . . .
However, these small difficulties did not stop me from embarking on the piano road. I still insist on playing for an hour every day. Slowly, my mother said that my hands can be raised; My neighbor, Grandpa Gu, also praised the music I played. The teacher also praised my progress.
I grew up slowly on the piano road, and the piano was like fire, which tempered my courage and perseverance.
Article 4: 500 words story composition related to art I like piano and music. On the road of learning the piano, I had a hard time, had troubles and wanted to give up, but the repeated gains kept me going for three years.
It was a day three years ago. I saw a master playing the piano on TV. He played it very well. I pointed to the master on TV and said, "This master plays really well. What is he playing with? " Mother replied, "He is playing the piano." "What is a piano?" "The piano consists of 37 black keys and 53 white keys. Every time you press a key, different sounds will be made, and then they will be combined into a very beautiful song. " At this moment, an idea of learning piano came to my mind.
In this way, my mother came to Chopin Conservatory of Music and signed me up for a piano class. Since then, I have embarked on the road of seeking art through music. At first, because of my love and impulse to the piano, I was very serious in piano lessons and was often praised by teachers. When I get home, I always use my spare time to practice the piano. But after a long time, this monotonous study made me feel bored, and I didn't want to go to the music school or practice the piano, as if I had given up learning the piano. But one day at home, I saw the master playing that familiar song. I suddenly realized that persistence is the most important thing, so I regained my courage and went to the Conservatory of Music all year round. Sure enough, the better I play the piano, I will always play a song when there are guests at home, and I will always be encouraged!
Piano is a unique art, which makes me feel the ups and downs of music. It makes me happy, and makes me enjoy happiness in my efforts.
Article 5: Art-related story composition 500 words I like the piano, and I like playing it. I once had piano troubles and wanted to give up, but the joy of a harvest kept me going for four years.
It was one day four years ago, and my mother took me out to play. In Weiwei Conservatory of Music, I saw an elder sister playing "To Alice" on a piano. I was deeply attracted by the wonderful piano sound. I asked my mother, "What is my sister playing?" Mom said, "It's a piano. The piano can play all kinds of nice songs! " "I nodded, and an idea of learning the piano came to mind.
In this way, my mother signed me up for a piano class at Weiwei Conservatory of Music. At first, because of my love and impulse for piano, I got very good grades in piano class and was often praised by teachers. When I get home, I will also squeeze in some time to practice the piano. But after a long time, I feel bored and really want to give up learning piano. I saw the word "perseverance" hanging on the wall of the room. Yes! Persistence is the most important thing. Chimonanthus praecox can't be fragrant without some hardships. So, I got up the courage to study again.
The most difficult lesson is studying Silent Night. My hands have to constantly change positions on the keys, but I just can't keep up with the rhythm. After returning home, I kept practicing, and finally I could play Silent Night fluently. Only then did I know that success was bought with sweat.
Although there are many difficulties on the road, I will knock them down and go on. ...
Lesson 6: Stories related to artistic composition 500 words Listening to a concert is a wonderful feeling. Listening to music makes me enjoy it, and the concert makes me influenced by art.
In the third grade, I was full of curiosity about music. Every time I practice at home, my mother will support me and let me not give up when I encounter setbacks. Every day, my room is like a music room, full of beautiful melodies, and my sister will come in to encourage me when she passes by. Whenever I see the glittering Grade III Piano Award on the piano stage, I will be encouraged to challenge difficult music until Grade IV. ...
When I was in piano class that day, the teacher said to me, "You can take CET-4." I was shocked: "Ah! No way! Is that all right? " I never believed that I would be promoted so soon. When I told my mother the news. She began to be strict with me. I will practice when I get up on the weekend morning until I finish eating at noon. My mother sat next to me with a ruler. When I play intermittently by mistake, I can't play ... she will hit it hard. When I want to give up, when I want to cry, or when I want to play for my mother, I will always look forward to the certificate of three-level piano. Then I have the motivation to continue playing. Before you know it, the day is over. After playing for eight hours, my eyes are sore and my hands are sore, but I still keep practicing every time. My hands were still waving in the air until I slept. It's like being fascinated.
Sure enough, many things happen. Finally, he was highly praised by the teacher and admitted to Band 4.
Article 7: Art-related story composition 500 words Whenever I hear someone playing the piano, I will think of my piano path in my heart. My piano path is made up of sweat, tears and countless small drops of water.
Among them, there are many hard stories about me. I remember when I was a student, I was only six years old, and I was often dumped by my teacher because of my uncoordinated hands and feet. At that time, I was a little emperor who was spoiled by my parents and grandparents every day. How can I stand the treatment of teachers? So whenever I play the piano, I always cry silently, but the teacher doesn't care. The more I cry, the longer the teacher stays. After a while, I stopped crying because I realized that if you want to play the piano well, you should not only love playing the piano, but also have perseverance and determination to play it well. This truth not only made me progress on the piano, but also changed my performance at home. I became a hardworking and sensible boy. This makes my family feel sincerely happy. I remember one time.
In our school, there will be a competition. On that day, everyone came to the scene with great strength. The study time is longer than each other's, some five years and some eight years, which is estimated to be longer than my study time. Suddenly, I was nervous. My mother seemed to read my mind and said, "It's okay, Shao Hui, the important thing is to participate!" Be bold. "After listening to this sentence, I want to play the level of hard contact at ordinary times. Hardly had the piano been played when the audience remembered the warm applause. When I got home, my family gave me a thumbs up and decided to celebrate this special day. That was my happiest day!
Piano has become a part of my life!
Chapter 8: 500-word story composition related to art Unconsciously, I am already a girl of 1 1 years old, but looking back on my seven years of dancing, I am full of pain and joy. I thought about giving up this dance road, but one certificate after another and applause kept me from giving up and kept me going.
My dance path began when I was 4 years old, that is, when I was in the middle class of kindergarten, my mother introduced me to the Seven-color Flower Dance Art Troupe.
When I was an intern, I encountered many setbacks. My teacher calls me leg press. I put my legs flat on the floor with all my strength, and then put my upper body on my legs, but my legs just wouldn't listen and I always wanted to give up, like a naughty child. I tried to straighten my legs, and the pain was always with me. I felt my legs shaking, but I held on. That night, I felt my legs were so sore that I couldn't even walk.
Summer went cold, and a few years later, I went to primary school, bending over and kicking, cartwheeling and crossing. I can do anything, not to mention!
Grading is a very important part of dance, and it is also the part I am most afraid of. The first exam is fresh in my memory. Although the examiner is quietly waiting for us, I still feel nervous. Surprisingly, I played for a long time and got a high score of 100!
Although the seven-year dance road has brought me pain, it has also brought me a lot of happiness, so I am willing to go on my dance road!
Article 9: Art-related Story Composition 500 words On the road of my life, there is a quiet and elegant path, which is my road to music.
When I was in kindergarten, the attraction of music began to fascinate me gradually. In class, the teacher was playing music for everyone, and I listened attentively. The teacher asked me to sing while doing the action, and the whole class came together: "The big one, the small one." . . . . . "How happy. After class, I play with some children. I sing while playing. Everyone is full of praise, and I am very happy!
With the growth of age, my desire for music is getting stronger and stronger! Mom finally enrolled me in a music class, and I was re-elected as a music committee member in the fourth grade! I am getting closer and closer to music, going to school and humming; Humming songs after school and singing a song before eating; Sing a song before going to bed ... I have an indissoluble bond with music and have become inseparable friends with music.
Until one day, because the students were busy studying, the teacher stopped teaching. Although a little lost, I don't have a deep friendship with music. Nothing, take the music, sing to my family, give me advice and make continuous progress.
In the summer vacation of 2009, I found another teacher to start studying and kept practicing: "Ah-Oh-Yo-"I could only practice tirelessly until I got the certificate of China Music Association; I participated in the 4th Hong Kong International Youth Music and Dance Competition and won the gold medal. How proud you are! Now, I am still on this music road, continuing all these "careers" that I will not give up!
10: 500 Word Art-related Story Composition I learned a truth in painting, nothing is static, there is no need to take it slowly. I don't take it for granted. If I walk on the road of life bit by bit, I will succeed one day. This is the truth of success.
-inscription
Painting has great attraction.
One weekend, my ambitious mother took me to Wu Zaoyin and Liao Wei to study painting. At first, I didn't care. Just painting. Is it difficult? Slowly, I found that painting was not that simple.
I applied for meticulous painting. Isn't painting the same? Also divide these things? I entered the so-called classroom with these boring questions.
I found this place different from what I expected. I thought it was noisy here, but I didn't expect it to be a paradise compared with the outside! Everyone is drawing their own pictures, and no one cares about anyone. My eyes turned to tools. What is this? Brush! Painting? God, how to draw with a brush!
The teacher is a very kind female teacher. She told me something. "This is a colored pen, this is a clear water pen, and this is a big blackboard brush …" Oh, my God, there are so many kinds of brushes! Awkward!
I used to draw with a "colored pen"! Oh, there's a mistake. I dyed it with a transparent pen! With another stroke of my pen, my painting became "drawing a cat". I was depressed, and then the teacher came to cheer me on. After my constant efforts, I drew the first picture.
When I was in the sixth grade, I began to draw my first serial comic book. This job is not very simple. I have to go outside to collect materials. And the painting is good, otherwise who will watch it? So I took Zhao Yi, the "comic master", as my teacher and began to practice comics.
I learned a truth from painting, nothing is static, there is no need to take your time. I don't take it for granted. If I walk on the road of life bit by bit, I will succeed one day. This is the truth of success.
The first word 1 1: 500 story composition is related to art. I like painting by nature. When I was a child, I asked my mother to draw chickens, puppies and everything I thought was fun. Then, I took great pains to take a picture of a gourd painting gourd ladle. Although it was "four unlike", I enjoyed it. Many times I also "create independently", and I can't see what the painting is, but I still stubbornly say it is a kind of dog or cat. The snow-white walls of my home are broken and green and red, but I think this is my "art exhibition" and the most beautiful place in my home.
After school, the teacher saw that I had a talent for painting, so he let me take part in the Chinese painting class at school. I am very happy. I grabbed the brush and wrote to Dudu. The teacher shook his head and taught us to hold the pen, dip in ink and color ... I felt a little dizzy at first. These moves are too complicated. However, after studying for a few days, my technique became proficient and my painting improved slightly. I look at my peers' paintings, many of which are better than mine. I also know that "there are days behind the scenes, and there are people outside", so I am no longer complacent.
After each painting, the teacher asked us to fold the paper and throw it away. I don't understand, why throw away the paintings that I have worked so hard to draw? Once I drew a picture carefully, and I felt very satisfied. Just as the teacher was drawing, I folded this work and stuffed it into my bag, hoping to post it at home to show off. The teacher actually saw all this. He said to me earnestly: "There is no best, only better. Don't be satisfied with the current water level, these only represent the past, you can do better! " I nodded hard, keeping the teacher's words firmly in mind.
In the process of learning painting, I gained not only painting skills, but also many life truths. Although the Chinese painting class was cancelled later, my painting road will continue.
Paying attention to students' status is more important than paying attention to training content