The story of me and music 1 Our family has a complete set of world classical songs. Dad often listens to this music disc when he is free. In this record, Schubert serenade is my favorite.
It was one night, I was alone in my room, watching the results of the math exam. I looked like a frosted eggplant-what's wrong? At this time, it suddenly began to rain, which made me even more annoyed. Suddenly this song sounded outside the door. This is my first time to listen to this piece of music, and I am intoxicated by it. I closed my eyes and shook my head gently with the rhythm, thinking, "What beautiful music!" " "I seem to have entered the world of music ... this beautiful and peaceful tune reminds me of such a picture: the bright moonlight shines on the sea, and the sea is calm for a while, and then it makes waves. The waves are rising slowly, and they are whispering how to play tricks on the beach. The waves beat on the beach and disappeared in a blink of an eye. What a group of naughty dolls. The beach was not angry, but fell asleep sweetly. A man with his chin in his hands looked blankly at the moon in the night outside the window, thinking about his own thoughts. A mother held her child in her arms and patted him gently, putting him to sleep. The puppy yawned, turned to sleep, and immediately snored. The trees fluttered in the wind, and the leaves rustled as if intoxicated. This beautiful scene has always appeared in my mind.
It took me a long time to wake up at the end of the song. This music is really beautiful. When I was sad, it brought me into the world of music, washed away all my inner troubles and irritability, leaving only peace and serenity. Therefore, I secretly encourage myself that a failure does not mean anything. Find out why, and I will do well in the next exam. I once again face up to the score. After studying hard for a period of time, I really overcame the difficulties and achieved good results.
This is the story of my obsession with music, and it is precisely because of this song that I have become a small music fan since then. Love music and life!
My father is a music teacher. I have listened to him play guitar, electronic organ and flute since I was a child. So I have an indissoluble bond with guitar since I was a child.
When I was a child, our family had an electronic organ, a guitar and a flute. I couldn't get the other two out, so I set up an electronic organ and played it everywhere. My parents covered their ears and were tortured to death by the sound of my piano, but they allowed me to play boldly.
After playing a song, I looked at my parents and asked, "Do I play well?" They looked at my innocent eyes, nodded helplessly and said, "Nice."
I was naughty when I was a child!
Gradually, I grew up, and music became something I had to touch every day. I have studied electronic organ and guzheng.
Now I am not a little girl who makes my parents dizzy by playing the piano, but a little musician who can play a song fluently.
Once, a senior three asked me to play the piano, and I accepted the task gladly. Haha, I am going to be a teacher, too.
You know, being a teacher is not easy. I first taught her some knowledge of the electronic piano and told her the essentials of playing the piano. It took a long time to choose a song "A Merry Christmas" to teach her.
I don't know where I got my patience and seriousness. I have been naughty and turned into a little teacher. Since then, one more task has been added to the homework every afternoon.
Later, I learned that my sister learned the electronic organ from me in order to go to college. After my hard teaching, she passed the exam.
Because I love music, I can play the piano since I was a child, and because I love music, I will be so serious when teaching my sister. I love music, music is a part of my life, and the seeds of becoming a singer are sprouting in my heart. composition
Story 3 between me and music "Bang, bang, bang ……" A group of teenagers are sweating in the sun, and the basket reflects a ray of sunshine. The luster of metal has the aesthetic feeling of photos.
The bright lights overhead, the quiet space filled with the fragrance of books and ink, and the occasional sound of turning pages are like the most beautiful films in old movies.
"Click, click, click ..." There was a smell of smoke in the fierce keyboard tapping. The face in front of each computer desk is full of concentration and solemnity, and the eyes are shining with strange dazzling light.
A thin figure walked quietly, behind which several falling yellow leaves swirled in the wind, and it took a long time to fall to the ground, adding a bit of desolation to this picture, just like that figure, lonely. Nothing can fill the gap in her heart, she is me. I also want something, something that can make me excited, hardworking and crazy, something that can make my mood rest.
Through the private sphere, the light on their faces pierced my eyes like needles, almost gouging out my heart. There are wandering souls on the road, without support, without roots and entities, illusory, all in the same boat with me.
I don't know when it will breed a feeling of boredom, and the upcoming physical education exam is even more frustrating. Play music, put on headphones, close your eyelids slightly, and feel very comfortable in the warm sunshine in winter. Suddenly, the soft and soothing tune in the earphone changed and a strange song came out. Inadvertently noticed the lyrics, which were plain, but gave me a heavy blow.
"We are all small people, we should recognize ourselves, but as small people, we should also have our own efforts, even if your dreams are still out of reach, your efforts can only touch you. Why look for traces of existence in the crowd? Don't be yourself in the eyes of others. No one needs to set great dreams. Do what you have to do. "
Long-distance running is very tiring, and my legs are so sore that I don't want them. It is natural to choose to give up. The melody and lyrics in my mind tell me that even if no one cares about you and no one can respect your efforts, even the smallest ant has its pride. You don't have to look up to others, but you can't look down on yourself.
Finally arrived at the end, lying flat on the red plastic runway, feeling the hot infiltration, closing your eyes, the orange-red world, the notes echoed. The corners of the mouth are rising, which is the story of me and music. When injecting, my eyes will also glow with happiness in generate.
When it comes to the story of me and music, I will think of a song-the last summer, because this song contains my memories.
The Last Summer was sung by Kym. That song doesn't have the trend of pop songs, but it is very suitable for our present student days. I still remember that the climax of that song was "Last summer, we will say goodbye. I just want to know what you remember about me. Last summer, I was not in the mood to go to the seaside. I just wanted to quietly hide in my room and look at photos … "The lyrics of this song are really well written, which is very suitable for my mood after graduation now.
I still remember reciting this song in the sixth grade before, because at that time I was going to sing this song with my classmates on June 1. Use this song to express "I am going to graduate, what a sad thing it is". I used to recite, but now I can't remember the lyrics. In the summer vacation after graduation, I will play this song repeatedly every day. As soon as I heard this song and remembered my former classmates and teachers, I couldn't help crying.
Once, while listening to this song, I looked at the photos of my classmates and I traveling together in primary school. I remember the happy life with my classmates before, but now, I am alone in this empty house, all the laughter and laughter have disappeared, and I can't help but want to cry. ...
This is a story about me and music. I still remember the feeling at that time, and that song "The Last Summer" became my favorite song.
Story 5 between me and music Actually, I didn't like music when I was a child, but under the "coercion" of my mother, I studied the electronic piano for one month and the guzheng for one week. I don't like guzheng because I can't play it well. Maybe I was born with him! Because of hard work, my mother 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 am happy, I will play a cheerful tune. But when I am sad, I will play a low-key song, so music, like my loyal good friend, will accompany me to be happy, sad and grow up.
Once, in an information class, after the teacher finished speaking, let us practice by ourselves. First, I put on my headphones and turned on the most popular song "I have to love". With the rhythm of the music, I couldn't help singing along. I forgot I was in class because I was wearing headphones! Next, of course, the students came to me with surprised eyes, but I had no idea why they were looking at me. "How dare you sing in class?" My classmates whispered to me. At this moment, it dawned on me. My face turned red, but fortunately the teacher didn't notice.
Another time, New Year's Day was coming, and the class teacher told us that there would be several programs in each class, and activities to celebrate New Year's Day would be held that day, which would be performed in the whole school. I thought to myself, "isn't this a good opportunity to exercise yourself?" I can play the electronic organ. " At that time, the Music Committee of our class decided to make up a dance called peacock dance. My classmates asked me to join them, so I joined them, because I also like dancing. But in order to surpass other classes, they decided to rehearse every day after school, so I naturally didn't have time to practice playing the piano. But as a member of the class group, I should also put the interests of the class group first, so I have no reason to refuse, so I have to spare a little time to practice the piano. On New Year's Day, I was very nervous because I knew I didn't practice well. ...
Finally, it was my turn. I stepped onto the podium, my heart pounding, for fear of playing a wrong syllable ... The program is finally over, and it's time to award the prize. As a result, our peacock dance won the first prize, but my piano solo didn't win the prize. At that time, I really wanted to find a place to cry, because this was my first time on stage. But I held back. Afraid of classmates' jokes, I lay in bed and wept silently when I got home. I've thought a lot. I know I fought a battle that was unprepared. I should learn from it and stand up instead of being knocked down by failure.
I have a happy couple with Story 6 of Music. One day, my wife was pregnant and everyone was very happy. In order to let the baby have a wise mind, dad bought some music discs and put them in his mother's stomach. Finally one day, the baby was born! In the morning, the baby wakes up with wonderful music, and at night, the baby falls asleep with soft music. Mom and dad also sing children's songs to her from time to time. When she was 4 years old, her father took her to learn the piano, accompanied her to class, accompanied her to practice the piano, and let the children accept the influence of music. Melodious piano sounds make children love music more.
The child is growing up, and his father takes her to concerts, dances, contacts with Chinese and foreign music cultures, and feels colorful music. When I was 9 years old, my father gave my child an MP3 player so that she could download her favorite music and songs online and listen to the sounds from the music world.
Yes, fortunately, that child is me. However, I didn't know much about music until one day, I heard Han Hong's Dawn and the story behind it in class, which deeply touched me. Teacher Pu on the big stage asked me to write a famous sentence about music, which was written by my father. Later, I took a quick look, didn't pay much attention, and handed it in in a hurry.
Today, I took out "Famous Music Sentences" again and got a deeper understanding of music. It turns out that music is everywhere. It accompanies me all the time, gives me joy, moves me, and makes me advocate kindness and pursue beauty. As Xian Xinghai said: Music is the greatest happiness in life; Music is a clear spring in life; Music is a melting pot for cultivating temperament.
Music Story 7 My grandma and I have been singing in the Summer Palace since kindergarten, because grandma joined the chorus of "Harmony Voice" for the elderly, and every Sunday morning we come to sing in the Summer Palace rain or shine.
Whenever it is almost time to sing, I will see many old people coming trembling with crutches and helping each other. Some are over half a year old and wrinkled; Some people are close to flowers, and their legs and feet are inconvenient; Some are old and have silver hair. But when they heard the accompaniment's music, some people threw away their crutches; Some take off their thick cotton-padded clothes; Some picked up a 100-page songbook; Some of them even have chapped lips that make beautiful sounds. At that moment, I could hardly believe my eyes. Just now, those old people who staggered and fell when the wind blew were like a group of "soldiers" ready to go.
Most of the songs they sang were about the motherland, including Motherland, I Love You Forever, My People, My Country and Today is Your Birthday, My China. Interestingly, they also sang popular songs, such as "The Moon Represents My Heart", "Country Road" and "Up the Ridge". But I like "Let's Row" best, because I know the lyrics like the back of my hand, and I can feel them recalling their golden childhood. At this time, I thought of Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi": "The old man talks about juvenile madness, attracting yellow flowers from the left and holding heaven from the right."
I like music. Music is not only beautiful and harmonious, but also exciting. It can purify the soul and make people happy. But what I see from this group of old people is not only the happiness brought by music, but also their memories of youth and their eager expectation for a better tomorrow of the motherland!
The story of me and music. I love music, just like a butterfly watching flowers; I can't live without music just as white clouds can't live without blue sky; I can't forget music, just like an infatuated green leaf, I can't forget my roots' deep affection for it.
I like poetic classical music. Guzheng plays jumping notes, and fingertips gracefully fiddle with smooth strings. A song "Mountain Flowing Water" tells the anguish that bosom friends are hard to find in the world. A song "Two Springs Reflecting the Moon" tells the lonely bright moon and bleak life, which can't help but evoke a trace of melancholy in my heart.
I love passionate heavy metal music. The powerful drums are beating people's hearts, and waves of sounds are coming at you, impacting your eardrums and reaching the deepest part of your heart. In the world of rock music, you will feel infinite vitality and primitive passion, which will make you forget the noise of the city and the troubles of the world of mortals.
I love the elegant piano music, a pair of slender and powerful hands, striking on the black and white keys, dancing the most beautiful arc, as beautiful as the short but bright fireworks on the horizon. An autumn whisper seems to tell a touching and warm story: on such a beautiful night, in the fiery maple forest, there are a couple in love, sitting on a bench by the roadside, telling their love for each other. ...
I like long and catchy pop music. Whether it is a busy street, a busy square or a beautiful campus, it seems that they all have their footprints. Beautiful melody turns into an invisible but gorgeous butterfly, which reaches our hearts through our ears. It is also like a beautiful dragonfly, flying in the spring of the soul. It clicked on the spring, just a little, but there were ripples on the spring. I like Miriam Yeung's A Full Moon Night. In the lingering moonlight, the beauty who is dressing up in front of the mirror reminds me of the handsome Lang when I was young, and there is a kind of shyness unique to my daughter's family on her face. I appreciate butterfly lovers, who has been handed down for thousands of years, and the oath to die, which is shocking. Can be sad sad ending, but let a person feel dejected, can not help but sigh. ...
Music and I are like lovers who love each other deeply. I firmly believe that I will write a more picturesque and beautiful chapter accompanied by music!
My story with music 9 "Let's row, the boat gently adds fuel to the flames, the beautiful white tower is reflected on the sea, surrounded by green trees and red walls …" The beautiful melody and poetic lyrics of this song have been echoing in my mind.
It was a sunny afternoon, and the teacher said, "Tomorrow is Children's Day. First of all, I wish all students a happy holiday. " Secondly, our school will hold activities to celebrate June 1st. Let's take part in a chorus program. What songs do we want to sing in our class? "After our discussion, everyone unanimously decided to sing" Let's row ". The teacher agreed.
In the next few classes, the teacher asked us to practice chorus. The teacher copied the lyrics on the blackboard, accompanied by melody, and all the students who can sing sang along. After copying, the teacher led the singing sentence by sentence, listening to the beautiful singing, I thought to myself: the teacher sings really well, I must be like a teacher! Singing standard. This kind of practice over and over again is more powerful and complete every time. Finally I lost my voice, but I think it's all worth it!
On Children's Day, the school was full of joyful atmosphere. The teacher cheered us up and encouraged us not to be nervous and just play normally. It's our turn to go on stage. I saw the students wearing uniform and bright red scarves, walking on the stage with their heads held high and quickly standing in front of the stage. At the beginning of the music, we sang along with the melody. I seem to see a boat floating gently on the microwave-sparkling lake. The clear lake is like a mirror, reflecting the surrounding white tower and red wall; The creaking oars brush the water, stirring up the waves, and the reflection of the red wall swaying in the water; The melodious songs of the young pioneers on board echoed in our campus with our songs. When the music stopped, our perfect performance won the teacher's gratified smile and deafening applause.
The beauty of music is incomparable. Intoxicated in the melody of music, it is often full of surprises and feelings inadvertently. It's really a pleasure to join the chorus. Beautiful tunes are exciting and emotional, always making people excited and always touching my heart.
The story of me and music 10 Some people in the world like music and some people hate it. I think music is the most beautiful thing in the world. You have to feel it with your heart to appreciate the beauty of music. It is with music that the world has become so colorful and full of vitality. Now, 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 a guitar class, because I was afraid that my teacher would lecture me if I couldn't play well, and I was afraid that there was no one I knew in that class, so I sat there alone and felt very lonely.
Suddenly, my mother died, changing clothes and saying, "Let's go, son!" ""ah! There is no choice but to go. " I said to myself. So, I packed my things and set off.
Along the way, my heart felt like grass and I couldn't calm down.
Finally, I arrived at the guitar class. I didn't dare to go in. I didn't bow my head until my mother and teacher called me. As soon as I entered the room, my classmates' eyes fell on me. I found a place to sit down and didn't know what to do.
Suddenly, I heard the beautiful music of the guitar. It turns out that the students in the guitar class are playing the song Turkey. "How nice!" I can't help admiring. I was enjoying it carefully when the teacher came up and said, "If you practice hard, you will play as well as them." .
Since then, I have been practicing, and the more I practice, the better. Now, I can finally play beautiful and touching songs.
Once, I also performed a song "Little Bee" in guitar class, which won the applause of my classmates. The teacher also gave me a notebook, which I should cherish as my future study goal.
Since learning the guitar, I have become more confident, happier and really understand the meaning of music.
My story with music 1 1 Dear leaders, teachers and dear students,
Hello everyone!
I'm Du from Class Five and Six, and the topic of my speech today is my growth. Class 56 is a wind music class. I am a member of the wind music class, and my major is flute.
In the summer vacation of the second day of junior high school, our school opened a wind music class. During the interview, I walked into the flute classroom and wind music class with a try attitude.
I grew up with the flute. When we learned the bass sol together, everyone played very accurately one after another, but I always played very high. I already have the idea of giving up. After returning home, I told my parents about the situation in class and expressed my thoughts. My parents said to me, "It doesn't matter. You can practice well as long as you practice hard. " So I practiced flute over and over again in the next few days, and it really got better and better.
As time goes on, my flute level is getting higher and higher. In order to make me better and better on the road of the venue, my family came to Beijing to "play" during the National Day holiday last year. But the main purpose of coming here is not to play, but to listen to flute lessons in a music education institution in Beijing. Before that, I had been studying Japanese flute with tian teacher from the school orchestra. But my mother found that if she wants to go to the Paris National Conservatory of Music, she must learn from the top teachers in China. So I chose several Beijing music education institutions online and finally chose one. After listening to flute lessons, it was not bad. Two months later, my parents decided to let me take classes there. I was dumbfounded when the staff told me about Angniu's high tuition fee of 700 yuan, but my parents paid the money without hesitation. Then learn flute from the deputy director of flute at the National Grand Theatre. My level has advanced by leaps and bounds. In order to bring me closer to my dream, my parents found the first generation of great flute masters in China and asked me to learn flute from him. Now it's blown to level five, and when it receives a new song, the difficulty comes again. There is an etude that is particularly difficult. I can't practice well I'm depressed again, and even hate flute.
"There is no doubt about mountains and rivers, and there is another village." After struggling for a few days, I picked up the flute again and practiced it repeatedly by myself. Finally, this piece of music is a piece of cake for me.
"Where there is a will, there is a way." So every setback, as long as we don't give up, will accelerate our growth. Thank you, my speech is over!
The story of me and music 12 Everyone has his own favorite songs, and some like the passionate March of the volunteers; Some people like the soothing moonlight song; Some like passionate "singing"; But my favorite song is "Bambusa in the moonlight"
Although this song is not a well-known world famous song or an inspiring national anthem, it is the first song in my life. When I was in my mother's belly, my mother often played it for me, which doomed me to have an indissoluble bond with it.
Today, I turned on the player again and listened to this song that I knew for a long time, and it was still so nice. Surrounded by melodious tunes, I seem to have entered a new world. In the moonlight, the phoenix bamboo forest comes into view, and the clear stream flows slowly by my side, which makes me feel happy and happy! There is a feeling of being in my mother's arms.
Music brings me a feeling of happiness and relaxation. It seems to be a little friend of mine. Our story is warm and happy!
I and the story of music 13 Xian Xinghai once said: Music is the greatest happiness in life; Music is a clear spring in life; Music is a melting pot for cultivating temperament. Yes, music has been closely related to me since childhood. My indissoluble bond with music began before I was born.
My mother told me that when I was in her belly, she especially loved listening to classical music. When I was born, I was very noisy and always cried. But my mother also has a trick to cure me-music. As soon as the music played, I stopped crying and fell asleep. Of course, this may not be true, but it may lay the foundation for my future music study.
When I was five years old, I once heard the beautiful melody of the piano, so I couldn't help learning it. So, my road to learning the piano began. I study hard and seriously. But last year, when I was about to take CET-6, the road to learning piano was a bolt from the blue-my arm was broken.
This fracture is serious. It only took a month to put on a plaster. After removing the plaster, during the recovery period, you can't turn your arms, eat, and of course you can't play the piano. But I think of those disabled pianists, whether they are deaf or dumb, can't they play the piano by their own perseverance? Compared with them, what is a fracture? After half a year, my arm fully recovered and I started playing the piano again.
Although my music road is bumpy, it is also infinitely bright. In music, I will learn better and better!
My story with music, 14, finally arrived on Thursday. The long-awaited music competition is about to begin. We rehearsed for a long time for this competition, hoping to get good results in this competition.
In the afternoon, when we arrived at the music classroom, everyone looked very nervous. I thought to myself: there are seven classes in one class, so at the level of our class, it won't be ranked last, will it? So, I relaxed a lot and we sat down quietly.
Teacher Lei first asked each class to send a representative to participate in the lottery, and I waited anxiously. As a result, our class was the first to perform on stage.
We got ready at the entrance and walked onto the stage with our heads held high. Kou stood in the center of the stage and said loudly, "Please listen to the first song, grateful heart." Teacher Lei played the piano and made a beautiful sound, and my mood suddenly became much heavier. Today happens to be my ninth birthday. I sang a song with gratitude to the beat: "Thanksgiving!"
Heart, thanks to fate, I will cherish it as much as flowers bloom and fall. "Suddenly, my eyes were moist, and I sang my grateful mood with sparkling tears.
Then, the second song "Beautiful New Home", the beautiful piano sound sounded again, and I still devoted myself to singing with full spirit, singing out our ambition to build a beautiful new home. At the end of the concert, thunderous applause rang out from the audience. With the password, we walked off the stage in an orderly manner.
Later, we won the fifth place. I thought, "as long as we do better in discipline and order, we may get better results." Let's cheer in the future games! " "
The story of me and music 15 "Ding ……" rings, and this section happens to be our music class. Teacher Su came into the classroom with a smile. He taught us to sing a song "Pick a bunch of flowers".
Under the guidance of the teacher, everyone sang softly, "The vast Yuan Ye is full of flowers, and a bunch of flowers are brought to my mother ..." The melodious melody echoed in the classroom. I seem to see my mother's smiling face, as if she helped me up when I fell; When I made a mistake, there was an expectant look in my mother's reproach; When I was sick, my mother couldn't sleep at my bedside all night; My mother had a sweet smile when I got good grades. All this is stirring in my heart like waves in the sea. I thought to myself, "Teacher, why don't you sing it again and let me feel my mother's love for me again!" " "
I have always liked singing this song since I learned it. I always think that from now on, I should love my mother more, listen to her and cherish the time with her. Maybe in a few years, mom will leave us. If we don't cherish it now, we may never see our mother again. Melodious melody once again sounded in the classroom, "The vast vilen is full of flowers, so I picked a bunch for my mother. It is colorful and elegant, which is the best reward for mother. Mom, mom, my dear mom, your hard sweat, your tears of joy make spring scenery all over the world and stuffing all over the world ... "
I like this song, and I like my mother better.