The story of me and music

The story of me and music 1 "Let's row, the boat pushes the waves, the beautiful white tower is reflected on the sea, surrounded by green trees and red walls ..." The students in our class are very excited every time they hear this song "Let's row". This has to start with the incident in my third grade. ...

I remember it was the annual Children's Day. The weather is fine and the air is fresh. The headmaster informed us to hold a chorus in the afternoon to celebrate June 1st. The teacher told us that we were singing "Let's paddle". After listening, we jumped three feet high and couldn't wait to sing now. The teacher said, "Rehearsal takes time. This morning, time is pressing. Do you have the confidence to practice? " We replied with one voice: "Yes!"

The rehearsal began, and the teacher taught us the lyrics first. Seeing that we studied so hard, the teacher also showed a gratified smile. After the teacher taught us the lyrics, he told us to sing with melody, not dry and tasteless. So we practiced several times according to the teacher's requirements. The teacher asked me to show you. After listening, the teacher said, "Not bad. It's just that the boat pushes the waves away. You sang that the boat gently pushes the waves away. " Add another one gently. "I gently took it off and sang it to the teacher. The teacher praised me for singing well. In order to perform better in the afternoon, I went home at noon and practiced against time after dinner, and finally I lost my voice.

In the afternoon, we lined up and went on stage after singing in the fifth grade. Looking at the students, some are excited and some are nervous. The teacher encouraged us: "Don't be nervous, treat the students below as air and sing according to the melodious tune during rehearsal." When the music started, we sang along. Singing and singing, I seem to see the young pioneers rowing on the microwave-sparkling lake. The mirror-like lake reflects the beautiful white pagoda, the deep-rooted green trees by the lake are like guards, and the tall and beautiful red walls are like fortresses. The young pioneers' songs rippled in the air ... After the performance, the students were immersed in the music just now. When they woke up, the audience applauded instantly.

I like music. It can not only relax my mood, but also clear my troubled thoughts. Beating notes let thoughts shuttle through them, intoxicated. ...

The story of me and music II. Everyone has his own favorite songs, and some like the high-pitched and 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!

The story of me and music 3. Our family has a complete collection of world classical songs. Dad often listens to this music disc when he is free. In this record, Schubert serenade is my favorite.

When I first listened to this song, I was 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, disappeared in a blink of an eye and were driven out by their mother. 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 and turned to sleep. Suddenly, snoring started, and he had no idea how to enjoy music. The tree fluttered in the wind, and the leaves rustled as if intoxicated. Under the tree, two people were holding their knees and having a long talk. This beautiful scene keeps coming to my mind.

At the end of the song, it took me a long time to wake up and seem a little sleepy. I pulled myself together and wanted to paint this beautiful scene.

This is a story about me and music.

My story with music has been going on for four days, and it's getting cold and autumn again. The wind, blowing on the body, is cool. However, like a puppet, I walked home numbly without feeling the slightest cold.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew away the paper in my hand. I had to bend down to pick up the paper. Accurately speaking, it is not an ordinary test paper, but an examination paper.

Before, I would laugh like a flower. Today, however, I looked down at the red cross on the paper and my tears kept falling.

I am at the top of our class, so I am complacent. Maybe God didn't like it, so he tripped me up and left me on the most basic topic.

When I got home, I mechanically handed the paper to my mother. My mother saw it, and instead of scolding me, she comforted me softly. But my heart is high and my mood is very bad. Instead of understanding my mother, I misunderstood her and satirized me.

Annoyed, annoyed, annoyed! What a nuisance! I locked myself in my room and listened to music with headphones on.

"How can you see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain? No one can succeed casually. Seize every touch in my life and give a warm hug to my beloved friend ... "Hearing this song, I suddenly became enlightened.

Although I failed in the exam, it was only a small mistake. No big deal. I fell down and stood up again. My mother is sincere to me, but I ...

Thinking of this, I rushed out of the door, hugged my mother and whispered to her, "Thank you, Mom!" " " ……

Thinking of this, I rushed out of the door, hugged my mother and whispered to her, "Thank you!" " "

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 it! Because of hard work, my mother finally stopped forcing me to learn the piano.

As I grew up, I suddenly fell in love with music. When I am happy, I will play a cheerful song. When I am sad, I will play a song in a low profile. Therefore, music, like my loyal friend, shares joys and sorrows with me.

Once in an English class, after the teacher finished speaking, let us practice by ourselves. I couldn't help putting on my headphones, turning on one of the most popular songs at that time, and starting to sing along with the rhythm of the music. I forgot that I was in class because I was wearing headphones. Next, of course, my classmates looked at me, but I had no idea why they looked at me. "How dare you sing in class?" The classmates around me whispered. I suddenly realized. My face turned red, but fortunately the teacher didn't notice.

Another time, the teacher asked me to write a composition. I was listening to the song secretly at that time, and I can't remember the topic. Ding-dong, it's time to finish school. I stayed there and didn't notice that all my classmates had left. I opened my eyes and saw that the classroom was empty, so I realized that school was over. I don't know what my homework is. When I got home, because I didn't know what to do, I covered my head with a quilt and cried silently. I should stand up and not be knocked down by mistakes and setbacks. ...

Story 6 between me and music Actually, I didn't like music when I was a child, but under the "compulsion" of my mother, I studied electronic piano for one month and 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.

The story of me and music 7 Music is pleasant and intoxicating. When it comes to music, I will definitely think of a very famous song "Moonlight" first.

I was at the bookstore choosing books to buy. Picking, I don't know when I will hear a song I stopped to listen. I think this song is very soft, strange and familiar.

Looking at the people around them, they couldn't help putting the book in their hands and humming the melody of music. Their eyes were slightly closed and their faces showed expressions of gratitude.

Even the bookstore owner was intoxicated. According to the melody of the song, the boss slapped him on the leg.

I'm fascinated by this music, too. I closed my eyes and the music shook my head. At this moment, a scene came to my mind. I sat in a boat floating on the sea and watched the brighter and brighter moon rise. On the sparkling microwave sea, the room is filled with silver light, and the waves are constantly undulating, as if whispering again. ...

This song fascinates me. Suddenly, the sound startled me. Oh, it was closing soon, so I left the bookstore reluctantly. From then on, I remembered this wonderful song-Moonlight Song.

Students, listen to it, you will be intoxicated!

The story of me and music 8 Music is pleasant and intoxicating. When it comes to music, I will definitely think of a very famous song-Moonlight Song.

That time, I chose the book I bought in the bookstore. Pick and choose, I don't know when a song sounded in my ear. I stopped to listen and found the song very soft. It feels strange and familiar.

Look at the people around you, they can't help but put down their books and hum to the melody of music. Their eyes were slightly closed and their faces showed appreciation.

Even the bookstore owner is intoxicated. The boss's hand beat his leg up and down with the melody of this song. ...

I was intoxicated by the music, too. I closed my eyes and shook my head to the music. At this time, a scene appeared in my mind-I was sitting in a boat floating on the sea, watching the bright moon rise higher and higher, the microwave-sparkling sea surface was suddenly covered with silver light, and the waves kept rolling, as if whispering again. ...

I was intoxicated with this piece of music when suddenly, a bell startled me. Oh, it's closing. I reluctantly left the bookstore. From then on, I remembered this wonderful song-Moonlight Song.

Students, listen to it, you will be intoxicated!

The story of me and music 9 "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.

My story with music 10 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 1 1 "Let's row, the boat gently pushes away the waves, and 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.

I and the story of music 12 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, 13, 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! " "

My story with music 14 I have been singing in the Summer Palace with my grandma 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 15 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!