The teacher who teaches us is a female teacher in her early twenties, named pigeon. She is tall and thin with a long ponytail. She smiles so sweetly and beautifully that everyone affectionately calls her "Sister Pigeon".
I have made many friends here. We dance together every day and have a good time. Although it is very hot and tired every day, we all persist, because there is a belief that has always inspired us, and that is to win medals at the achievement exhibition.
Finally, on August 28th, the exhibition "Hip-hop is the hottest" was held. The "Youth Shining" organized by Hip-hop was held in the provincial gymnasium as scheduled. Many people took part in this achievement exhibition, with more than 100 programs. It was already evening when it was our turn to go on stage.
After dressing up, more than 20 people, large and small, took to the stage in an orderly way under the leadership of the pigeon teacher. The stage was wide and big, and the spotlight overhead shone brightly on us, and the audience suddenly became blurred.
At this time, my mood is very excited, both on the stage of glory, but also afraid of which action is not good to implicate everyone. As the music began to play, I put aside all other thoughts and put on a desperate posture, and soon entered the state.
Every move of one move and one potential is very standard, and it is seamless with the players. The music stopped and we ended the performance successfully.
I was relieved when I heard the thunderous applause from the audience. After we walked off the stage, teachers and parents praised our excellent performance, and finally our program won the "Excellence Award".
This is really an unforgettable day. Through this incident, I understand that "one minute on stage, ten years off stage."
This truth. So I must study hard in the future and live up to the expectations of teachers and parents.
2. Learn 500 words of hip-hop composition from me. 1 July, 2008, I attended the summer school of hip hop. The teacher who teaches us is a female teacher in her early twenties, named pigeon. She is tall and thin with a long ponytail. She smiles so sweetly and beautifully that everyone affectionately calls her "Sister Pigeon".
I have made many friends here. We dance together every day and have a good time. Although it is very hot and tired every day, we all persist, because there is a belief that has always inspired us, and that is to win medals at the achievement exhibition. Finally, on August 28th, the exhibition "Hip-hop is the hottest" was held. The "Youth Shining" organized by Hip-hop was held in the provincial gymnasium as scheduled.
Many people took part in this achievement exhibition, with more than 100 programs. It was already evening when it was our turn to go on stage. After dressing up, more than 20 people, large and small, took to the stage in an orderly way under the leadership of the pigeon teacher. The stage was wide and big, and the spotlight overhead shone brightly on us, and the audience suddenly became blurred. At this time, my mood is very excited, both on the stage of glory, but also afraid of which action is not good to implicate everyone. As the music began to play, I put aside all other thoughts and put on a desperate posture, and soon entered the state. Every move of one move and one potential is very standard, and it is seamless with the players. The music stopped and we ended the performance successfully. I was relieved when I heard the thunderous applause from the audience. After we walked off the stage, teachers and parents praised our excellent performance, and finally our program won the "Excellence Award".
This is really an unforgettable day. Through this incident, I understand that "one minute on stage, ten years off stage." This truth. So I must study hard in the future and live up to the expectations of teachers and parents.
I learned how to dance hip-hop. I was reading a book when I suddenly heard music with strong rhythm. I see, it's amazing! My sister is dancing wildly with the dancers on the disc.
Look! She tossed her hair, raised her arms, twisted her legs and made a 360-degree turn. Wow, that's cool! At the end of the song, my sister saw that I was fascinated, so she struck the iron while it was hot: "Lili, dancing street dance will make you more and more handsome."
Come on! Sister teaches you. "I started to learn street dance from my sister. In order to make me learn the basic movements more solidly, my sister transferred the disc to the picture of decomposing the movements.
The coach on TV is a foreign boy. The first action he demonstrated was to take a small step with his right foot, put his right hand on his chest, and then alternate his left foot with his left hand. After reading it, I thought, such a simple action, I can guarantee it! With the beat, I jumped up.
My sister laughed beside me: "Are you also called Hip-hop? Like a puppet show, the joints are stiff all over. No way! Relax first and play a few times with the beat. "
Hearing this, I took a deep breath and jumped to the beat again. I can't believe it. I can't learn such a simple action well.
My sister spoke again: alas, I still can't. Like doing broadcast gymnastics, it doesn't taste like street dance. Hip-hop pays attention to the randomness of every movement and style. Look, how did my sister jump? "
My sister posed casually, really relaxed and chic. "Take your time, I'm sure I can reach this level."
I comforted myself, and I watched my sister dance street dance seriously. Her movements are free and easy, really free and full of youth. I can't help jumping up, listening to the music and looking at the picture. I became more and more relaxed, twisting my neck, shoulders, waist and ass as much as possible.
Slowly, I got excited and shouted, "One, zero, three, four!" " "When the dance was over, I stopped and shouted," Wow! It's so enjoyable. "Tomorrow, I want to introduce hip-hop to my classmates.
I learned 500 words of hip-hop composition.
While reading a book, I suddenly heard music with strong rhythm. I see, it's amazing! My sister is dancing wildly with the dancers on the disc. Look! She tossed her hair, raised her arms, twisted her legs and made a 360-degree turn. Wow, that's cool! At the end of the song, my sister saw that I was fascinated, so she struck the iron while it was hot: "Lili, dancing street dance will make you more and more handsome." Come on! Sister teaches you. "
I began to learn hip-hop from my sister. In order to make me learn the basic movements more solidly, my sister tuned the disc to the picture of alternating movements. The coach on TV is a foreign boy. The first action he demonstrated was to take a small step with his right foot, put his right hand on his chest, and then alternate his left foot with his left hand. After reading it, I thought, such a simple action, I can guarantee it!
With the beat, I jumped up. My sister laughed beside me: "Are you also called Hip-hop? Like a puppet show, the joints are stiff all over. No way! Relax first and play a few times with the beat. " Hearing this, I took a deep breath and jumped to the beat again. I can't believe it. I can't learn such a simple action well. My sister spoke again: alas, I still can't. Like doing broadcast gymnastics, it doesn't taste like street dance. Hip-hop pays attention to the randomness of every movement and style. Look, how did my sister jump? "Sister casually posed for a few positions, really relaxed, very natural and unrestrained.
"Take your time, I'm sure I can reach this level." I comforted myself, and I watched my sister dance street dance seriously. Her movements are free and easy, really free and full of youth. I can't help jumping up, listening to the music and looking at the picture. I became more and more relaxed, twisting my neck, shoulders, waist and ass as much as possible. Slowly, I got excited and shouted, "One, zero, three, four!" " "
After the dance, I stopped and shouted, "Wow! Too enjoyable. " Tomorrow, I will introduce street dance to my classmates.
5. How to write a composition about dancers learning to dance? I have always been an ordinary girl without goals and dreams. If you had asked me what my dream was a year ago, I might not know how to answer it. .
Until one day, I happened to see a handsome boy on TV, dancing among his companions, so prominent and eye-catching. ...
I have always been an ordinary girl without goals and dreams. If you had asked me what my dream was a year ago, I might not know how to answer it.
Until one day, I happened to see a handsome boy on TV, dancing among his companions, so prominent and eye-catching. After the dance, they began to introduce themselves one by one. He shouted his name when he walked beside the boy. The fans began to have a boiling passion. That's right! He is Han Geng. He works hard for his dream. He survived in a completely strange and harsh environment and eventually became a popular group super.
Young members.
From then on, I fell in love with this boy. I like not only his handsome sunshine, but also his handsome dancing on the stage. More importantly, I like his persistence, tenacity, diligence and persistence for his dreams. I suddenly feel how sacred and beautiful it is to dedicate my favorite dance to others on the stage. I want to dance for people who like and support me, just like Han Geng. Even if there is only one audience, I will present the perfect side.
Perhaps in the eyes of my parents, I am a girl with great talent for dancing. I have been taught to dance since I was a child. I also like the feeling of performing on the stage. However, after dancing for many years, I suddenly don't want to dance. I can't breathe because there are so many things to learn. I want to take a semester off. My parents agreed. But after a semester, my flexibility and softness are not as good as before, and my lines and figure have become a little stiff.
Because of physical problems, I can't go to class from time to time, so I watch TV and read books on my small stage every day. Although I feel very painful, I sometimes want to give up, but I don't feel bitter when I think about the persistence of my parents and idol Han Geng. I won't get lost in dancing. I am willing to be a soul dancer because of the guidance of an example. I know dancing is not just dancing. This is ...
I will study hard and practice dancing, because I have my dreams, the power of example and the encouragement of my parents. I believe that everything I have will be waiting for me on my own stage.
6. Learn to dance for the first time 300 words "Learn to dance for the first time"
There are many firsts in my life. But what impressed me most was the first dance.
When I was in the big class in kindergarten, my mother and I went to Binjiang to play. I saw some brothers and sisters, uncles and aunts dancing there. I thought it was fun, so I said to my mother, "Mom, can I learn to dance?" Mother immediately agreed without hesitation.
My mother signed me up for a ballet class. The first time, I went to class, so I was very excited. What the teacher asked me to practice at first was a word horse. I thought to myself: Hum, it's just a word horse, simple! I'll show it to the teacher at once. The teacher passed the exam when he saw my sentence, and nodded with a smile. Then the teacher asked me to put my feet straight on my head and keep doing this for five minutes. My word horse can do it, and this action is not difficult! I opened my hands and slowly raised one foot above my head. One second, two seconds, three seconds . . . . In less than half a minute, my body began to tremble. Unexpectedly, after a while, I fell heavily to the ground. The teacher saw it and shook his head.
When I got home, my legs and arms began to hurt. I cried and said to my mother, "Mom, I don't want to learn to dance. That movement is so difficult to learn." Mother asked doubtfully, "Why?" "Look." I stretched out my foot to my mother. "It's all swollen." I answered. Mother said kindly, "don't cry, you said you would learn, but now you don't learn, which is a waste of money." Besides, we are good at everything and persevere. Even if you don't dance well, you will have a good day as long as you keep practicing. "
After listening to my mother's words, I will stick to it in the next class: no matter how painful, difficult and bitter I am during training, I will stand up again after falling down again and again. As a result, two months later, I can listen to music and dance to it.
In this learning dance, I understand that no matter what difficulties I encounter, I will succeed one day as long as I persist and stay strong.
7. Diary: "Learning to Dance" is about 300 words. Life is full of joys and sorrows, and learning an art is no exception. I get both pain and pleasure from learning to dance.
I began to learn dance from primary school, because my mother said that learning dance can cultivate girls' temperament and make girls look beautiful, so I like dancing since I was a child. I get pain and happiness from learning to dance.
The pain of practicing dance is that it hurts to practice basic skills. Once when we were practicing basic skills, the teacher called me and said that he would give me leg press.
I came to the teacher and squatted down. The teacher's foot stepped on my leg. It didn't hurt so much for the first five minutes, but after a while, I couldn't hold on. Dare not shout out when it hurts. Finally, the pain was unbearable, so I cried out. The teacher ignored me and pushed me down. I said to the teacher, "The teacher is in too much pain, be gentle!" " The teacher said, "Hold on, I'll give you the last step." I only heard a click. Although my leg fell, I can't get it back. Finally, I endured the pain and slowly took it back.
After pressing my leg, I finally breathed a sigh of relief. I finally got through this difficulty. Although there are many such difficulties in the process of practicing dance, I have overcome them one by one.
The fun of practicing dance is that I not only get compliments from others, but also get many certificates. Colleagues in my parents' class praised me for my persistence in learning dance for so many years and my good temperament.
I feel proud and happy whenever I see so many certificates in the bookcase. This is probably a hard-won harvest.
8. Writing a 700-word proposition composition around "I learn to dance" Dance is an art, beautiful dance, which gives people a beautiful edification, graceful and fascinating. Looking at the beautiful dance, I was really envious, so I stepped into the career of learning dance.
At first, I was relieved. It is a graceful teacher who teaches us to dance. She is very strict in teaching. At first, we practiced leg press. We put our legs on the pole and put our upper body on our legs with all our strength. I repeatedly shouted pain, ready to relax, but the teacher's stern eyes shot at me, and I quickly held on. The teacher encouraged us with gentle language and made us persevere. I tried my best to endure the pain, bite my teeth and encourage myself silently. Finally, in two weeks, I mastered leg press's movements. Leg press's pressure is good, a word is a cinch. The teacher taught us several difficult movements: bending, lifting the back of legs, lifting the legs high, turning back and forth, rowing, lying legs and standing legs. When practicing the lower back, I am always afraid of falling. The teacher helped me, and I bent down slowly, and my hand had caught my ankle. I am very happy. I tried to bend down by myself, but I couldn't blow out the flame of confidence again and again. I practiced countless times, and finally, everything paid off, and I succeeded. Other basic skills, I am also trying to practice, it hurts, bite my teeth, try to stick to it, and over time, it will be fine.
Dancing requires immeasurable efforts and sweat to irrigate and make the flower of success bloom perfectly. I stood on the stage, filled with a joy I had never had before, and remembered the ups and downs of my dance career for a long time.
9. I studied Latin dance for two years, and then I gave up because I was afraid of hardship and fatigue. But the pain and joy of these two years have been lingering in my memory, and the most unforgettable one is the unforgettable beating experience.
I remember it was in the summer vacation, on the eve of a competition, and the teacher trained more strictly than usual, but somehow, I was absent-minded throughout the class and didn't remember a dance step. Soon the second class will begin, and the teacher will check the training results of the last class. I'm in a hurry now, thinking, it's over, it's over, I can't do anything!
Enthusiastic music began to play, but I stood like a Woodenhead and only urged my partner: "Hey, hey, you jump." But because I was arranged by the teacher to dance the man's step, my partner would dance only when I jumped up. I grabbed my partner's waist and tried to remember the routine taught by the teacher just now, but I just couldn't remember it. So I had to stare at other students and dance while learning. In this way, I am always slower than others and can't keep up with the rhythm of music. Everyone else is walking at a brisk pace, but I am in a hurry, which is very funny. I stole a look at my teacher, who was staring at me severely. Although the air conditioner was on in the dance studio, the sweat on my forehead kept dripping.
Soon, the teacher came up to me with a ruler, only to hear a loud bang, which hurt my leg. But I dare not cry, I know, if I cry, it must be another foot. But it's too painful and terrible. I endured, tears streaming down like an open faucet. "I didn't listen, but I'm not ashamed to cry. Do you have a face, you! " "pa!" The other foot, louder than before, even overshadowed the music. Faced with the angry reprimand of the teacher and the contemptuous eyes of the students, I couldn't wait to find a crack in the ground.
Finally, when the class was over, I ran home with tears in my eyes and opened my trouser legs. I found that I was severely beaten twice by the teacher and it was red and swollen, but I was afraid to tell my parents because it was my own fault and I deserved it. The swelling didn't disappear until more than a week later.
A month later, maybe being beaten inspired my fighting spirit. My dance steps have been honed and become skillful and delicate. Finally, he was selected by the teacher to participate in the competition, and unexpectedly won a second prize and a third prize. When I carefully stroked the medal hanging around my neck, I suddenly understood that it was really a decade's work under the stage. One minute on the stage, the audience went through a lot of hardships, and I was able to harvest a smiling face on the stage.
Looking back on my dance path, although it was short and I experienced so many unhappiness, it made me grow up and understand the philosophy of life. Dancing like fire tempered my courage and perseverance and ignited my faith and hope.
10. The pain and joy of learning 600 words of hip-hop composition has been a famous saying in the world since ancient times: no pains, no gains. Yes, without bitterness, there is no sweetness. Bitterness and happiness are like twin brothers, and they are indispensable. The same is true of our study: only through suffering can we get sweetness.
At school, I often hear some students complain, complaining that studying is too hard! But have they ever tasted the joy of suffering?
The monthly exam is coming, and every day is a busy homework: a dazzling array of simulated test papers, overwhelmed; At six o'clock every morning, I bid farewell to my "beloved" bed and embarked on a hard study journey. Either listen carefully in class or do the questions carefully. Almost every class is delayed, and nerve cells are always in a state of high tension. Come home at night, don't relax. Countless papers are enough to fight with you until after 10. Sleep, lying in bed can finally breathe a sigh of relief, but I haven't slept for eight hours before I was awakened by that damn alarm clock.
Every day, every month, is really miserable!
Although the study was hard, the subsequent efforts were not in vain. After the monthly exam, my score was 100, and my face showed a smug smile. When parents praise, they will feel very comfortable; When the teacher praises him, he will be very pleased; When students admire them, they will feel very proud. Isn't this a bitter experience?
In real life, I deeply realize that you are not happy when you use what you have learned to solve a difficult problem! When you use what you have learned to solve practical problems, you are happy! Imagine that in the future, when you use your knowledge to contribute to the motherland, I am afraid you will enjoy it more!
Facts have proved that there is a dialectical relationship between bitterness and happiness: without bitterness, there is no happiness; Without happiness, there is no pain. There is joy in bitterness, and there is bitterness in joy. As long as we work hard, we can enjoy the happiness and happiness after success. PS: First of all, I would like to say "I'm sorry" to everyone, because I haven't sent a composition for a long time because of the heavy schoolwork in grade six. I wrote some, saved them in the document, and now I post them one by one. Let's see if there is any progress occasionally ~