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The bitterness and joy of learning clay sculpture

Composition 1: The Bitterness and Joy of Learning Clay Sculpture 1400 Word Zhao Yachen Word: 139 1

During this summer vacation, I learned a lot, such as riding a bike home, weaving flowers, skipping rope and kicking shuttlecock. But what impressed me most was learning clay sculpture.

As the saying goes, "How can you see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain?" Learning clay sculpture made me realize the true meaning of this sentence. Although learning clay sculpture will encounter all kinds of troubles, when I break through these troubles and succeed, I will feel an unspeakable happiness.

On the shelf of my living room, there is a set of clay sculptures of Journey to the West on the clay sculpture display platform. The guests who came to my house praised me for my ingenuity when they saw this set of clay sculptures. Who knows that I spent a lot of time learning clay sculptures?

Things have to start from the beginning. Just after the holiday, I played with my brother. My brother is great at making clay sculptures ~ His clay sculptures are lifelike. Slowly, an idea came to my mind-I want to make beautiful clay sculptures like my brother. From then on, my journey of clay sculpture began like this.

In the days to come, as long as my brother makes clay sculptures, I will secretly learn them in the corner-while watching my brother do them, I will carefully imitate them with flower mud and art knives. At first, it seemed that everything was not going well. Whenever I show my hard-won masterpiece to my brother, my brother always satirizes my work "four unlike". After several times, I never showed my work to my brother again. I made up my mind to use the money I saved to buy a book about how to make clay sculptures. I stayed in my room all day and studied hard.

I tried to make a good clay sculpture. The sun is steaming the earth wantonly. I shut myself in my room, my head was sweating like rain, and I didn't bother to wipe it; The utility knife cut my hand, and I haven't cared since I put on the band-aid. When I do something bad, I feel depressed. At the beginning, I encountered many difficulties and failed many times. Every time I look at those failed works, I will seriously think about them and gain experience and lessons from them. Day after day, finally, my perseverance overcame these difficulties and setbacks, and my experience became richer and richer; Skills are getting more and more skilled. The clay sculpture on the shelf is becoming more and more realistic. There are more and more works on the clay sculpture exhibition platform in the living room.

I remember once, when I was playing the role in Journey to the West, I encountered many setbacks. At that time, I had made three clay sculptures of Tang Priest and Master. Only one the Monkey King, the Monkey King, defeated the Buddha and became stronger. In order to show his character more vividly-lively, positive and brave. So when I do it, I am more careful than before and dare not be careless. In order to shape his "flesh", I carefully portrayed it for several days. After a few days, only the last part of the left face is left, but don't underestimate it, this is the most difficult part. I drew carefully with my art knife, for fear that I would accidentally waste all my hard work these days. However, God is against me-I come when I'm afraid-it's not true. I accidentally forced myself to leave a long and deep "scar" on the Monkey King's face when I painted my eyes. How can this be called the Monkey King ~

"Finished, hopeless. It's hard to be a broken monkey, so I quit ~ "I dropped my art knife and ran to the garden for a long time. I'm walking in the garden. Suddenly, a child less than one year old appeared in front of me. He is learning to walk there. Every few steps, he will fall. Although that tender little face was already covered with tears, he got up and walked forward bravely.

I was completely shocked: such a young child knew not to give up halfway. What about me? Thought of here, I ran home, picked up the art knife again, picked up the flower mud again, and carefully carved the Monkey King. After several days of careful carving, a lifelike the Monkey King was finally born. I smiled, smiling so brightly.

"How can you see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain?" When I saw my work, my brother stopped laughing at me and praised me instead. Whenever I make clay sculptures, I always think of the child who is learning to walk. Learning clay sculpture is like learning to walk. Hard to fall, sweet to learn ~

So no matter what you do, you will encounter setbacks and difficulties, but as long as you persist and dare to challenge difficulties, the happiness of harvest will be much more than the pain ~

Composition 2: "The Bitterness and Joy of Learning Clay Sculpture" 500 words A few years ago, my brother and I lived together. My brother is good at making clay sculptures. The clay sculpture he made looked lifelike, and slowly, a wish came to my mind-I want to make beautiful clay sculptures like my brother. From then on, I began my journey of clay sculpture.

In the future, whenever my brother wants to make clay sculptures, I will hide in the corner and learn secretly-while watching my brother do it, I will carefully imitate it with flower mud and art knife in my hand. At first, it seemed that everything was not going well. Whenever I show my masterpiece to my brother, he always smiles and says that what I do is "four unlike". After several times, I never dared to show him my work again, so I bought a book made of clay sculpture with my pocket money and studied hard in my room all day.

I try to make clay sculptures. In the hot summer, I make clay sculptures in my room, and I don't want to wipe the sweat on my forehead. The utility knife cut my finger, so I put on a band-aid and continued to do it. I will never lose heart when I do bad things. I will do it again with a new piece of flower mud ... At first, I encountered many difficulties and failed many times, but every time I look at my unsuccessful works, I will seriously think and gain new experiences and lessons. Day after day, my experience is getting richer and richer, my clay sculpture skills are becoming more and more skilled, and the works on my desk are becoming more and more vivid.

Now, clay sculpture has become a hobby that I can't give up, and it has also become my specialty. Seeing my work, my brother never laughed at me again. On the contrary, he praised me.

Composition 3: "Composition on learning art: the bitterness and joy of learning clay sculpture" 400-word composition on learning art: the bitterness and joy of learning clay sculpture.

Several years ago, I lived with my brother. My brother is good at making clay sculptures. The clay sculpture he made looked lifelike, and slowly, a wish came to my mind-I want to make beautiful clay sculptures like my brother. From then on, I began my journey of clay sculpture. In the future, whenever my brother wants to make clay sculptures, I will hide in the corner and learn secretly-while watching my brother do it, I will carefully imitate it with flower mud and art knife in my hand. At first, it seemed that everything was not going well. Every time I show my masterpiece to my brother, he always smiles and says that what I do is "four unlike". After several times, I never dared to show him my work again, so I bought a book made of clay sculpture with my pocket money and studied hard in my room all day. I try to make clay sculptures. In the hot summer, I make clay sculptures in my room, and I don't want to wipe the sweat on my forehead. The utility knife cut my finger, so I put on a band-aid and continued to do it. If you do something bad, you will never lose heart. Do it again with a piece of flower mud? I encountered many difficulties and failed many times, but every time I looked at my unsuccessful works, I seriously thought about them and gained new experiences and lessons. Day after day, my experience is getting richer and richer, my clay sculpture skills are becoming more and more skilled, and the works on my desk are becoming more and more vivid.

Composition 4: "Composition on Learning Art: Bitterness and Joy of Learning Clay Sculpture _500 words" 500 words Bitterness and Joy of Learning Clay Sculpture A few years ago, my brother and I lived together. My brother is good at making clay sculptures. The clay sculpture he made looked lifelike, and slowly, a wish came to my mind-I want to make beautiful clay sculptures like my brother. From then on, I began my journey of clay sculpture. In the future, whenever my brother wants to make clay sculptures, I will hide in the corner and learn secretly-while watching my brother do it, I will carefully imitate it with flower mud and art knife in my hand. At first, it seemed that everything was not going well. Whenever I show my masterpiece to my brother, he always smiles and says that what I do is "four unlike". After several times, I never dared to show him my work again, so I bought a book made of clay sculpture with my pocket money and studied hard in my room all day. I try to make clay sculptures. In the hot summer, I make clay sculptures in my room, and I don't want to wipe the sweat on my forehead. The utility knife cut my finger, so I put on a band-aid and continued to do it. I will never lose heart when I do bad things. I will do it again with a new piece of flower mud ... At first, I encountered many difficulties and failed many times, but every time I look at my unsuccessful works, I will seriously think and gain new experiences and lessons. Day after day, my experience is getting richer and richer, my clay sculpture skills are becoming more and more skilled, and the works on my desk are becoming more and more vivid. Now, clay sculpture has become a hobby that I can't give up, and it has also become my specialty. Seeing my work, my brother never laughed at me again. On the contrary, he praised me.

Composition 5: "Composition: Learning the Bitterness and Joy of Sketch" 600 words Learning the Bitterness and Joy of Sketch

I like sketching and painting. On the road of learning sketch, I have suffered, had troubles and thought about giving up, but the joy of harvesting again and again keeps me going.

It was a day two years ago. I saw some sketches on the internet. It was an uncle. On a piece of white paper, with a pencil, several cute and flexible kittens were deformed. That's great. I also want to learn to draw, because it is "simple". Don't use watercolor pens and ink. So I found some white paper and a big 2B pencil and began to learn to draw. But I don't know where to start writing, and I can't find the feeling. The lines drawn are crooked and grotesque. No one can see what I draw. I am really depressed. Seeing that others paint so realistically, if the painted vase is full of water, you can plant flowers. As for me, painting is not like anything, and I often sweat! All right, give it up. I don't want to be a painter. Just a hobby, so I didn't write for two weeks in a row. One day, my father suddenly asked me, "Why don't you draw?" Did you encounter any difficulties? Children, no matter what you do, you must persevere and don't give up easily, otherwise you will accomplish nothing. "Yes, I like sketching. Why can't I overcome the difficulties? So I picked up the pen again, patiently and carefully. I draw for half an hour as soon as I finish my homework every day.

After many troubles, I finally drew a decent object. For example, glasses, everyone feels exquisite and beautiful. I gained something, gained recognition, and my sketching level improved rapidly.

Pain used to be happiness, and this is persistence. Efforts have given me harvest, and the joy of harvest has given me the motivation to learn. It intoxicates me; It makes me happy, and makes me enjoy the happiness of success in studying hard and practicing hard.

Composition 6: Learn the bitterness and joy of guzheng (2 100 words).

The first article: composition about guzheng

Guzheng has been with me for more than seven years. It can't live without me. Listening to my Zheng means listening to my heart. I love it, because it sometimes leads me into the fantasy dream like the Wizard of Oz, sometimes leads me to the battlefield, sometimes makes me feel relieved, and sometimes makes my blood boil. It is the sun in my heart and illuminates my whole heart. When I was young, I always saw guzheng performances on TV. At that time, I thought its timbre was particularly charming, so I made up my mind to learn it. The first class left a particularly deep impression on me. Guzheng's former teacher taught me to comb fake nails, and I practiced it myself. The teacher struck the table hard, which made me tremble and tears rolled in my eyes. After class, my mother and I walked on the park path with our heads down. I was silent for a long time. My mother asked softly, "Are you still studying?" I don't know how brave I am to say this sentence, "because I like it." From then on, I entered the world of guzheng. At that time, I was smart and could learn some fingering skills that I had never learned. I was often praised by my former teachers and gradually began to pay attention to me. I am getting better and better. With the improvement of my level, my former teachers have higher and higher requirements for me, which can be described as excellent. With solid basic skills and strong expressive force, I became a celebrity among many students of my former teacher. Actually, I sometimes find playing the piano boring. I always play a tune at one stage. After a long time, I get bored. But I never wanted to give up, because of faith. This study is six years. In the final performance, I sang a difficult song solo for the first time. Strangely enough, I

I don't want to be "the more experience, the less nervous I am", but I am just the opposite. The more you experience, the more nervous you will be. Before I went on stage, my palms were all cold sweat. It's my turn It turned out that the teacher helped me set up the guzheng, smiled at me and said "Come on". This is the first time that the former teacher encouraged me before the performance, and of course it is the last time. I thought to myself: this is the last battle, so we must grasp it well ~ I walked onto the stage with a smile, bowed deeply, sat down, and tried to calm myself down and began to play. My fingers danced lightly on the twenty-one strings, and I was immersed in the wonderful guzheng sound. The notes danced and my heart danced with them. Now think about how hard it has been along the way, and it will become a memory and will be engraved on the stone of memory forever. At the end of the song, I got up, bowed deeply again and shed tears, which were tears of harvest. All my efforts in the past six years have been worthwhile. I didn't hear the audience's prolonged applause, but I felt so happy and happy that I finally passed the test. Over the years, I have had countless performances and competitions, large and small. I don't know how many pairs of fake nails have been changed and how many strings have been broken. Certificates and medals also occupy a close position in the bookcase. They have been witnesses for six years and have been urging me to pay. I don't study guzheng now, but I'm still in the corner of the study. In my spare time in the afternoon, I will still play cheerfully for a while and enjoy its crisp sound. Thank you for accompanying me all these years, and let me appreciate the unique beauty.

Chapter two: I learned 600 words of guzheng composition.

Whenever I play the guzheng, I will think of the time I just learned, which is unforgettable. One afternoon two years ago, my mother and I went shopping in a nearby mall after class. I was surprised when we strolled to the fourth floor. Because this place is not for sale,

On the contrary, it is full of all kinds of musical instruments. I saw the guzheng, a musical instrument that best represents a lady. I said to my mother: I want to learn the guzheng, and my mother smiled gently and agreed ~ then I saw a little girl playing the guzheng in the piano room next to me. She plays really well, just watching her right hand tick, her left hand wipe Toto, and the strings make a beautiful sound under her hand. I was fascinated by it. My mother saw that I liked it so much that she signed me up for a class. From then on, I made friends with Guzheng. I came here happily in the first class. My mood changed when I saw the simple but difficult beginners' etudes. The teacher handed it to me first: hook grip. I thought to myself: it's so simple, I will. But when I played, my little hand didn't listen to me and scratched on the piano. The teacher told me to take my time. I listened to my teacher, and I'm much better. After a few classes, I almost know all my etudes. In a few days, the teacher said that I could learn music, and I was very happy. But the problem is coming again. I have no piano at home. How to practice? My mother thought of a good way to combine birthday presents. What, you don't understand, alas ~ I just took the guzheng as a birthday present ~ I got my dream guzheng on my birthday. Playing my guzheng and listening to its wonderful sound, I am very happy ~ that's how I learned to play it. What, you learn musical instruments, so do you?

Tell me how you study, will you? Grade 3 of Shijingshan Experimental Primary School, Shijingshan District, Beijing: Sun Yidan.

Article 3: Guzheng Composition

Guzheng fate I have a lot of fate with Guzheng. It started on a Sunday last year. That day, my mother and I went to the music store to play. We came to the music store, and many musical instruments appeared in front of my eyes.

Front: erhu, violin, guitar, piano, electronic organ. On the right are rows of long things. There are 2 1 strings on it. I asked my mother, "What is that?" My mother said, "It's a guzheng. Its voice is very nice. " I plucked the strings with my fingers a few times, and a melodious voice came out at once. I said to my mother, "I want to learn guzheng." Mother said, "It will hurt your fingers to learn guzheng." I said, "I'm not afraid ~" and my mother agreed. I signed up. That night, I had my first guzheng class. The teacher taught me "On the Golden Mountain in Beijing" first. She told me how to sit well, yes 1, yes 2, yes 3, what is big and what is small. I was very happy after that class, and my fingers didn't hurt or work hard. From now on, I will go to guzheng class every Saturday, and the more I learn, the more energetic I will be. I remember one time, the winter vacation was coming, and I was going to Guangdong to compete. I practiced for several hours before the game. My hands are sore and tears fall on the guzheng. I wanted to have a rest, but I thought: I chose the guzheng, and I should practice it if I have the opportunity to participate. The day of the competition came, and I finished my performance seriously. I heard warm applause from the audience. A few days later, I got the news that I won the bronze medal.

Composition 7: "Composition: Bitterness and Joy of Learning Pipa" Learn the Bitterness and Joy of Pipa in 800 words.

Folk music has an incredible attraction to me, and the musical instrument-pipa has an indissoluble bond with me.

I remember my mother once said, "Ability begins with children." In the first grade, my mother took me to see a folk music performance. At that time, I was dazzled by all kinds of musical instruments on the stage. After my mother introduced me, I understood a little. My favorite is the pipa. The four "ears" of the pipa are used to tune one, two, three and four strings. My brother and sister's performance fascinated me. Listening to this wonderful music, I seem to have come to heaven. I look forward to one day being able to hold that "beauty" and play happily on the stage. At the end of the music, we were relaxed and happy. So I asked my mother, "Mom, can I learn the pipa?" My mother suddenly became serious and said to me seriously, "Daughter, you must persist in everything to succeed. Can you do it? " I nodded firmly. From then on, pipa, a magical instrument, began to accompany me. ? ? Xiaohe composition network

My pipa teacher is an amiable middle-aged man. He often tells me some stories about pipa. At first, the teacher taught us to play by the sound. I saw the teacher put the fingers of his left hand on the edge of the product, and the index finger and thumb of his right hand moved up and down under the product. I saw that Mr. Hu looked relaxed and then happily played a Yi dance music. I was crazy at that time and thought, "It's not that difficult to learn the pipa!" But when the teacher asked us to press the button, I was stupid: I pressed it, but my right hand couldn't play it. Other students could play it. Why? Mr. Hu pressed his hand on mine, and I felt a sharp pain in my left hand. I was in unbearable pain and said, "teacher, my hand hurts when I press it!" " "Teacher Hu said sternly," Does it still hurt? There are more difficulties waiting for you in the future! "I have been thinking about it since I got home. At the thought of giving up, my mother's sentence "can you do it?" "Besides, I promised to stick to it, so let's go on! So, I practice my basic skills hard at home every day.

"The blade comes from sharpening, and the plum blossom fragrance comes from bitter cold." After hard practice, I can play many tunes skillfully! Basic skills: Wheels, playing, recording and shaking fingers are more important. I have been studying pipa for six years now, passed Grade 9, participated in many artistic talent competitions, and won several third prizes and one second prize. This is only my previous achievement, and I will make persistent efforts in the future! Now I have tasted the sweetness.

I studied the pipa since I was a child, and it exercised my perseverance.

Composition 8: "The Bitterness and Joy of Learning Composition" The Bitterness and Joy of Learning Composition in 300 words.

It's raining in Mao Mao, just like my mood is gloomy. Because my mother said that she would change my composition class, I think the previous composition class was enough for me, and now I have to change it. Isn't that annoying and sad?

On Saturday afternoon, my mother and I came to the sunshine composition class and met Mr. Liu, who is about sixty years old, but full of energy and crisp speech. At this time, Teacher Liu led my mother and me into the classroom and arranged for our mother and son to sit down. Because this is my audition class.

The first class I listened to was literature appreciation class. Teacher Liu told us about Shen's animal novel Dream of the Wolf King. I didn't hear enough when the teacher finished Dream of the Wolf King. My mood changed from cloudy to sunny, from upset and sad to happy. I think the original composition is not only boring to write, but also so fun!

Teacher Liu also said two idioms, "A frog in the well, when a monk hits the sun clock". Just as I was listening with relish, the class was over and the composition class was over. But my heart has been immersed in happiness. The cells of worry and sadness have long since disappeared without a trace.

Composition 9: "Composition: Bitterness and Joy of Learning Music" 800 words Learning Bitterness and Joy of Music

I have a soft spot for music since I was a child. Maybe it runs in my family. Maybe it's because of my brother's influence Brother sings very well! Once, I accidentally sang in front of him. He laughed at me and called me, singing in a tone-deaf voice. People are not like people, ghosts are not like ghosts. Singing the ghost crying and howling. I refused to accept it, so I said to him, "Brother, do you think I can't sing well?" All right! Ten months later, I will sing to you, and I promise to refresh you. Let's go horseback riding and watch a game-we'll talk about it then.

So, in the next ten months. I sing hard and practice hard. In order not to make my brother laugh, I spent twice as much time practicing and singing as usual. I practiced in my room for the first time. My family also told me that I disturbed their rest and I sang badly. I am like a frustrated ball. Gave up. Throw the lyrics and music I copied into the drawer at once. But my brother's words kept coming to my mind, and then I remembered what I promised my brother that day. Now that I think about it, my mind is in a mess. I got into bed and thought about what happened at noon today. It seems that there are two little people in my head. One is saying, "Give it up! You can't do it! " One said, "No, have you forgotten what you said to your brother yesterday?" If you give up, you will always be laughed at by your brother. Can you believe it? "Thought of here, I summon up courage again and sang again. The second time, I didn't practice at home. I came to the Woods to practice. The rustle of walking in the forest and the wind seem to encourage me. I plucked up my courage and sang with confidence. I can't sing well the first time and I can't sing well the second time, but this time. I didn't give up because of failure. I listened to the original song again and again, and I understood it in the next two days. I know how to sing well. I slowly pondered and sang seriously, and gradually, from a person with no sound, I became as beautiful as my brother. ? ? Xiaohe composition network

It's time to make an appointment with my brother. I confidently sang my achievements and my efforts, whether good or not, but at least I tried, so it doesn't matter. I sang loudly, because I was not too nervous, so I played well. Then my brother said, "You, only by challenging will your ambition be aroused." "ah! Brother, that's why you scold me. " Then we laughed!

Gradually, I know that the world of music is so wonderful that music gives me not only rhythm, but also melody. It also gave me a new understanding. It also honed my courage and perseverance and taught me that as long as I have dreams and goals. Work towards this dream, and one day, you will succeed. Success! Just ahead, friends, go and fight for your dream! I want to believe that one day, you will succeed

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Bitterness and pleasure of learning composition

It's raining in Mao Mao, just like my mood is gloomy. Because my mother said that she would change my composition class, I think the previous composition class was enough for me, and now I have to change it. Isn't that annoying and sad?

On Saturday afternoon, my mother and I came to the sunshine composition class and met Mr. Liu, who is about sixty years old, but full of energy and crisp speech. At this time, Teacher Liu led my mother and me into the classroom and arranged for our mother and son to sit down. Because this is my audition class.

The first class I listened to was literature appreciation class. Teacher Liu told us about Shen's animal novel Dream of the Wolf King. I didn't hear enough when the teacher finished Dream of the Wolf King. My mood changed from cloudy to sunny, from upset and sad to happy. I think the original composition is not only boring, but also so interesting ~

Teacher Liu also said two idioms, "A frog in the well, when a monk hits the sun clock". Just as I was listening with relish, the class was over and the composition class was over. But my heart has been immersed in happiness. The cells of worry and sadness have long since disappeared without a trace.

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