My painting. My painting skill is not bad. Since kindergarten, I have "painted" on paper every day. Although I just scribble, I sometimes draw a few decent figures. When I was in primary school, my mother enrolled me in a painting class. In painting class, I listen carefully and paint carefully. I have a pen in my right hand, my left hand on the paper, and my eyes are absorbed in what I want to draw, just like this. The vivid scenery is finally displayed on my drawing paper. My painting level is gradually improving. Painting is my gift. My dance. Although I am fat, I can dance!
I have been learning to dance since I was a child. I followed the teacher's demonstration and bent down slowly. At first, I was scared, but when I saw my classmates looking at me with inspiring eyes and the teacher encouraging me with gestures, I took courage. My hands are almost on the ground. As soon as my eyes closed, I was connected. I made it! Next, I learned some dance moves, such as splits, somersaults and so on. I also learned to dance all kinds of dances. Dancing is also my gift. My performance. I have written many articles describing my performance. Here, I just want to write about my playing, that is, playing Spanish matador with my classmates for the first time.
I walked on the stage watched by many judges with nervous steps, looking at a billboard of Teacher Rong. I put my hand on the organ. But somehow, my hands are shaking. "Knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock. Ah, it was me playing. After a while, two voices came in randomly, and my mood gradually relaxed. I began to get into the music bit by bit. I listen to this beautiful music, as if walking in a wonderful world, as if wandering in a magical realm.
This is a world full of life, a rhythmic realm! Unconsciously, my performance is drawing to a close. Playing is my gift. Of course, I have many talents. Today, I will stop here. Next time I write a self-introduction 3, beybey first!