This is also my stage composition

Whether in study, work or life, everyone has written essays. Writing essays can exercise our habit of being alone, calm down and think about our future direction. So how is a general composition written? The following are the This Is Also My Stage compositions I compiled (selected 8 articles). Welcome to read and collect them. This is also my stage composition 1

Flowers are the stage for butterflies, the dark sky is the stage for stars, and the white rice paper is the stage for ink pens. Caressing my beloved chessboard, this is my stage.

On weekends, sit and play games with friends. Every time at this time, I would daydream about driving the black dragon to face the opponent white dragon on the chessboard stage. The black dragon made the first move and rushed forward to occupy a corner of the chessboard. The white dragon was not to be outdone, pursuing and entangled. The two dragons fought with great force, occupying most of the chessboard in the blink of an eye. I wanted to be more careful at this time, fearing that my small advantage would be ruined by an oversight, so I had no choice but to follow the original plan and not dare to act rashly.

However, at this time, Bailong's play style became more and more aggressive, and my conservative play style fell into passivity. As the white dragon's power gradually grew, my advantage was gradually lost, and the black dragon gradually became exhausted. Time passed by minute by second, and the air around me was filled with tension. My mind was racking my brains, thinking about the next step to escape control and turn defeat into victory, but none of this helped me at this time. The black dragon has been surrounded, with almost no room to breathe.

"Instead of retreating, it is better to break out of the siege!" I was thinking, and the words in the chess book came to my mind. "The most taboo thing in Go is to hit an egg against a stone. The best strategy is to act within your capabilities, conserve your strength, and wait for opportunities." I forced myself to calm down, and my firm belief told me that I should try my best to fight against Bailong. Staring at the criss-crossing straight lines and black and white chess pieces on the chessboard, searching hard for opportunities, countless possibilities emerged in my mind, as if I were a chess piece, constantly performing on my own stage, my heart Already immersed in it at this point. Suddenly, the flaw appeared clearly before my eyes. In an instant, the white dragon was torn apart, and the black dragon returned to the stage. I immediately pursued the victory and eliminated the white dragon in one fell swoop.

My heart is filled with the joy of victory, and the greatest joy is to use the chessboard as a stage, perform on my own stage, think as hard as I can, and show off every move with full force. Indeed, the same is true in life. Life is like a huge stage. Only by working hard and being immersed in it can this important drama of life be performed wonderfully. Life is like chess, and life is like a play. Only by mastering your own stage can you control a successful life! This is also my stage composition 2

Cutting through the thick cocoon in the heart, the dream flutters its wings, swaying with dazzling light. Under this distant light, I didn’t expect that this was also my stage.

I don’t have a tall figure or outstanding appearance. When I am nervous, my dark eyes will always flash a little panic, and a blush will spread on my cheeks if I am not careful. I am like a sad little wild flower in the corner, never daring to be on the stage where everyone is focused.

And this is also my stage!

The afternoon sun always seems a little lazy, slowly peeking in through the glass window, lying on the speech script in front of my desk, but I can't help but hesitate in my heart - I really dare to stand on it. What about the stage? Am I really not going to "run away"? Does this stage really belong to me? Can I, who is shy, realize my dream of standing on stage?

The lecture hall was crowded with people, but I seemed incompatible with the hustle and bustle. I was sitting alone in the corner with my head lowered, holding the speech script tightly in my hand, and sweat had already soaked my temples. I hesitated for a while and planned to leave the studio quietly. After all, this was not my stage. My stage may just be a dim corner of that side.

Unfortunately, I met Teacher Ji who was hosting the competition. "What's wrong?" I hesitated and couldn't answer. But the teacher's magical eyes saw through my little trick.

"Why are you ashamed! Is the corner your stage only?" Teacher Ji patted me on the shoulder, "This is your stage too, really!" I was shocked when I heard this. I rarely receive praise, but I was Teacher Ji’s firm and powerful words were deeply moved. I silently decided that I needed to be brave enough to realize my dream.

In front of the podium, syllables popped out of my throat one by one. It was a little rushed at first, but gradually became orderly, breaking through the thick cocoon of my soul, the blush receded, and the glow filled my cheeks. Sometimes he frowns, sometimes he smiles. The clean and powerful sounds rise and fall together. This is also my stage. I spoke loudly in the studio as if no one else was around. This confidence and calmness seemed to be innate, and were incompatible with my usual shyness.

A crisp ending, warm applause, and a green and satisfied smile. Finally I broke through the thick cocoon of my soul, no longer afraid, no longer wandering; when the shyness faded away, I firmly grasped my dream and became a beam of light piercing the sky, proving that - this is also my stage. .

The reason why the lily on the cliff can surprise the world with its beauty and tenacity comes from the dream of blooming in the heart; the reason why the petrel can soar regardless of the wind and rain comes from the heart. The dream of longing for success; the reason why the shy me can prove that this is also my stage stems from the dream of showing myself in my heart...

Breaking through the thick cocoon of the soul, this is also my stage! This is also my stage composition 3

There is always a place far away from the hustle and bustle of the city. Pass through the bustling crowd and return to the nest. After a tiring day, sitting back in a quiet little nest, what I look forward to next is a favorite dinner and family members gathering under the warm lamp.

The kitchen is such a world. What goes in is plain and colorless raw ingredients; what comes out is delicacies that can heal the soul. Everyone can actually become an excellent cook; everyone has a recipe in their heart. At the beginning, I didn't read it carefully or thoroughly, so I was in a hurry. After practicing a few more times, I seemed to have secretly made a contract with the kitchen in my heart. After that, I felt calm and calm, as if I was walking on the stage, not in a hurry or panic.

Cutting ingredients requires knife skills, which is also a process worth doing. The fine art of knife craftsmanship can only come through practice. The emotions and even personality revealed in each person's sword skills are particularly distinguishable. If you are proficient in knife skills and the ingredients are cut into small pieces, you have delicate emotions; if you are in large cuts, you have a casual temperament; if you are not proficient in knife skills, it doesn’t matter, then you must be pursuing a better life; when you drop the knife and slow down before touching the board, then There is tenderness like water in the mouth; the force of the knife is strong and the speed is fast, it is as passionate as fire. In the kitchen, everything becomes harmonious and beautiful, savoring the process of life and looking forward to the fruits of sweet dreams.

Whether it is a delicate or crude way of frying, frying, braised or stewed, as long as you have good cooking skills, it will definitely be a delicacy. When cooking, it is really a pleasure. Watching each dish gradually take shape from the ingredients with your own efforts, stabilizing and shining like a piece of art, an indescribable sense of pride arises spontaneously. Even the harsh "sting" sound when cooking is not a tragic scream, but a warm cheer when transformation is achieved.

Put the dishes on the table with both hands. The family members smile at each other and raise the tableware at the same time, as if they have completed the last ritual before the meal, and then they can start tasting. Everyone was talking and laughing, but they were still polite and decent.

This kitchen is really a magical world, and for me, it is also a stage. It’s still lonely and cold when you raise a glass to the moon, why not warm tea, talk to your loved ones, and enjoy a table of delicacies from the sea and mountains? This is also my stage composition 4

As the lanterns came on, the park was bustling with people. Perhaps, without the gorgeous performance clothes and the dazzling flashlights, this is also my stage.

"Here we go!" I hurriedly put on my knee pads, got on my roller skates and dived into the crowd.

As I hurriedly slid by, I leaned over slightly, swinging my arms back and forth, and looked around, trying to capture the beautiful lake against the stars; to capture the fallen leaves dancing in the wind. Enter your eyes; put these laughing people into your eyes. Put this...

"Ah!" A stone from nowhere knocked me to the ground. Suddenly, the beautiful color of the lake, the fluttering leaves, and the lively crowd all fell with me, turning everything upside down. A small wind blew by, slightly licking the wound on my palm. The pain actually made my eyes red. When I looked closely, I saw a few stones embedded deeply in the flesh, and blood kept coming out, which was particularly dazzling. I kept sitting paralyzed on the ground, feeling pain and depression, and I didn't know what to do for a while.

At this moment, music sounded in the square not far away. Oh, a group of old ladies danced to the melody. Their movements were a little stiff and a little slow. However, each of their faces was filled with joy and happiness. Behold, even if the beauty is gone. Their youth is gone, but they are still performing themselves on their own stage. What does my little fall mean?

Thinking about it, I struggled to prop up my body with my hands. Slowly stand firm on your left foot and right foot, maintain a good balance, straighten your upper body, I stand up again, I stand on my own stage again! Stealing on the music not far away, I began to slide slowly again, one step, two steps, swinging my arms back and forth, and I slowly regained the previous pattern.

The autumn wind walks side by side with me, the fallen leaves are my loveliest dance partners, the stars blink, recording my most beautiful moment, the lake surface ripples slightly, becoming my most loyal audience. I glanced at the dancing crowd in the square. Against the light, they all remained elegant and lived their most beautiful selves. Looking back at myself, I climbed up in pain and insisted on gliding into the wind. On my own stage, I was The brightest star!

The wounds on my hands have faded over time, but the wind that night, the stars that night, and myself that night are all deeply imprinted in my heart.

Who said that only a gorgeous stage can bring out the charm of an actor? Accompanied by nature, I am the most outstanding star. Is this not my stage? This is also my stage composition 5

Life is like a dazzling spotlight that shines on me all the time, and where my brush is, it is my broadest stage.

The white light of summer is still flooding into the sky, and the blue sky above your head is always a gentle face. The bright enamel on the floating clouds is so natural, giving people the illusion of being within reach. The pencil rubs back and forth on the paper, and lines of different thicknesses jump clearly on the paper. The sweet "rustling" sound replays infinitely throughout the room - it's almost, it's almost, it's almost taking shape!

I couldn’t help but speed up, but I still made every stroke carefully. The characters on the drawing paper gradually became clearer, and the pen tip enjoyed the joy brought by friction. The expectation in my heart slowly rose with the passing wind. , the drawing paper is getting more and more exciting.

I am like a fish swimming in the deep sea, slowly floating through the wonderful and colorful world of painting. From the simplest stick figure to the current sketch, the feeling that the tip of the pen creates the world is in my heart. Every moment is like wildfire, burning stronger and stronger. I like this quiet and free way of expression. My love for nature, recording of life, admiration for characters, and longing for life are all shown on paper. Sometimes, I have the trouble of not being able to achieve my goal, and I want to give up due to disappointment, but there will always be such a day when the water and grass are lush and the fallen flowers are colorful, and I wake up like a dragonfly touching water. When I pick up the brush again, the temperature of the paper seems to melt with the tip of the pen. Together, we once again inject everything onto the drawing paper, from shallow to deep, and draw delicately, immersing our souls in this grand carnival.

Whenever I hold the brush tightly, I will smile unconsciously, like a spring breeze blowing on my face. Many turbulent thoughts are instantly transformed into portraits on paper, scenes that once appeared in my memory. , it is the gentle and comfortable air that carefully moves around in the heart, slowly beginning to take shape.

Whose shadow lingering in the dream has finally been frozen.

On top of the head, there is only a completely pure blue, arrogantly rendered, like an ink bottle accidentally knocked over, and the smudged out is thousands of strands of blue.

The rich shade of the trees still cannot block the sun, and the wisps of light shine on my heart, red and hot. The friction between the pen tip and the drawing paper is my lifelong yearning.

This is my stage, mixed with the clarity of the blue sky. This is also my stage composition 6

In that ordinary English exam, I learned to think and found the stage that belonged to me.

Facing the two English readings, I was at a loss and stared at the unfamiliar faces in a daze. Countless words joined together like black flies, making my vision blurred and my brain stagnant.

I scribbled a few answers on the test paper, and a bold idea came to my mind - to see what my classmates said. I turned my head and saw that we were far apart, so this idea was killed in the cradle. I thought: Why can’t I think and do it myself? Looking at the answer that I had covered with my own hands, I had never thought about it carefully, and I had never thought about giving full play to myself. Every time I always encouraged myself to retreat, retreat, and retreat again and again.

I crossed out the previous answers and started from the beginning, understanding each sentence. "What does this sentence mean? I don't understand it, it's so annoying." Facing this obstacle in front of me, I couldn't help but complain. I stared at this long and unfamiliar sentence in front of me as if I were staring at an enemy. The tightly clenched fists were already sweating, and the pen holder kept banging on my head. I told myself in my heart: Don't worry, I have finished all the previous ones, and this one is not missing. I picked up the pen and read back word by word, for fear of missing a detail.

"Wait!" The tip of my pen stopped on a familiar word, "I remembered, this word means..." I wrote its meaning at the beginning of it On the topic, familiar words popped up one after another. After a long period of thinking, this obstacle was completely eliminated.

I combined my understanding of the article and wrote a well-thought-out answer. This time I wrote with so much confidence because this is the answer I have thought about seriously.

I put down the pen and moved my sore wrist, thinking: thinking seriously and coping are really two different feelings! Unknowingly, I recalled the scene of blindly reading articles in the past. It was like facing the stage that belonged to me. I was an actor who was supposed to be on the stage, but became a spectator passing by in a hurry. So I can only huddle in the corner like a coward, helplessly witnessing the wonderful things of others.

But this time is different. I thought carefully and tried my best to complete the reading that I am least good at. I proved myself with my persistence and hard work, so this stage belongs to me at this moment. Yes, I am the protagonist on this stage.

"Every successful person has a beginning. Only by having the courage to start can you find the way to success." Only when you are determined can you find the way to success. Isn't life also a stage? If you seize the opportunity and try your best to prove yourself, then you will be the most exciting protagonist. This is also my stage composition 7

I shine with my brilliance on this small stage. Although there is no spotlight or applause from the audience, this "stage" still attracts me with its simple nature. This is my "stage"...

Today, in Chinese class we studied "Confucius" This text. As expected, we have to continue writing it in the evening self-study. I opened the textbook, trying to find some inspiration.

"After a while, after he finished drinking, he sat down and walked slowly away with his hands amidst the laughter of others." Every time I read this sentence, I feel like there is a ball of cotton in my heart. block. It is now after the beginning of winter. When I leave the classroom, the wind in the corridor is biting. I just don’t know if the wind was colder and biting than this in the late autumn when Kong Yi was already sitting and going back with his hands. I started writing, and the thoughts in my mind poured out from the tip of the pen, and the black ink formed words, words, and sentences on the paper.

"His gray beard and hair looked particularly sad in this busy street, even colder than the autumn wind." After I finished writing this sentence, I didn't know that Kong Yi was already there. What do you think? I just use my words to express my own feelings. As I wrote, the frustration in my heart gradually disappeared, replaced by a determination to write it down. The feelings in my heart were like gushing spring water. At this time, I finally found a breakthrough and gushed out. The black words are spread out on the white paper, and the paper seems to be my stage at the moment. My words gave this stage charm. I used words to paint a picture and interpret the last fragment of Kong Yiji's life.

Each stroke of a pen, each word forms a sentence, and I enjoy happiness in it - the happiness of writing, and the happiness of blooming on the stage. The white light in the classroom fell coldly and fell on the tip of my pen, casting a shadow, just like that society, a dark society where Kong Yiji lived without light. At this moment, I feel like a pot of boiling water, bubbling. My face was hot with excitement and my palms were soaked with sweat. However, expressing my thoughts in words feels like a lark singing happily!

"Winter is getting deeper day by day; the wind is getting colder day by day; people are getting numb day by day." The pen tip stopped turning, and I drew the curtain on my stage. The black ink is no longer splashed, and my charm has been fully displayed on the stage.

I like writing. Every time I write, the pen in my hand is like a dancer, spinning and jumping as much as I can. However, I use words to paint pictures and show characters. The person who wrote, the paper, the pen, and the thoughts were all gone. You just write and write, and everything else disappears.

The white, thin paper is like my stage. I bloom on the "stage" and enjoy happiness. This is also my stage! This is also my stage composition 8

I have always enjoyed the feeling of showing myself on the stage. It was not until that day that I realized that the classroom is also a stage, and showing myself here is equally enjoyable.

"One", "Two", and "Three" are written in big and eye-catching characters at the beginning of several blackboards. Students came up with multiple solutions to a question, and the students below are still there. I continued to add that each of these solutions has its own advantages, but none of them is the same as my solution.

After a round of supplements from the students, the blackboard was filled with the solution process. Looking at the "masterpieces" of the students on the blackboard, the teacher smiled happily: "Okay, OK, all good. If there are no problems, just sort them out."

I scanned my answer process again. Finally, I mustered up the courage to raise my hands and encouraged myself, "You should speak out boldly. Even if you are wrong, the teacher and classmates will not laugh at you." The teacher noticed me and said, "Do you have any questions? "

"No, teacher, I have another way!" I looked at the teacher with an extremely firm look in his eyes, and the teacher smiled kindly: "Come on, tell me about it."

Looking at the teacher's encouraging eyes, I took a deep breath and said, "I think this question can also be used..." While looking at the problem-solving process, I explained my solution process in a logical manner. In order to make the students They knew better and kept writing with their hands. The effect is good! The students all stared at me, their ideas advancing step by step as I explained, and they kept nodding to cooperate with me. This encouraged me even more. The more I talked, the more energetic I became, like an eagle that finally dared to spread its wings and fly into the sky after careful attempts.

After the explanation, I looked at my classmates, and a pair of pairs of approving eyes looked at me. The teacher also raised the corner of his mouth: "Not bad, not bad, this method is also very good.

"I also laughed, like a child who got candy. After sitting down, I realized that my palms were all sweaty. I rubbed my palms, recalling the encouragement and praise from the teacher and classmates, as if I was reminiscing about the candy I had just put in my mouth. It's like melted candy, sweet in my heart, I like it so much

I bravely show myself on the big stage of the classroom. My classmates and teachers are my most loyal audiences. I enjoy and cherish " Every minute and every second on the "stage", this feeling is really great!

Not everyone has the opportunity to be on the "stage". Being on the "stage" requires courage, and even more confidence. Only " Only with a solid foundation will I avoid stage fright, so I will continue to work hard to enrich myself in the future. Only when I have a good foundation can I better show myself on the stage.

The classroom is also my stage, a place where I can A stage to show yourself bravely.