Childhood Piano Composition

Childhood Piano Composition 1

Playing the piano brought joy to my childhood

Speaking of my childhood, playing the piano is definitely indispensable. .

When I was 5 years old, my grandma sent me to piano lessons in order to make my childhood less boring and more fulfilling. First, she wanted me to relax in my spare time and when I was tired. , to make my body and mind happy; second, I want to make my life more interesting.

When I first started learning piano, I didn’t have much understanding of the word “playing the piano”. I just knew that when I play the piano well and take lessons well, I will be greeted by parents. As a reward, the teacher's smiling face and a big red five-pointed star on the music score will make you feel happy in your heart. But playing "duoduo" every day made me a little bored. Until one day, my aunt played the piano for me at home. As I listened, I felt something was wrong. Huh? How did the sound of "Duo Duo" turn into the sound of a bell? I went to the piano and saw that my aunt had put the music score of Pai Zhong on the music stand. I was interested immediately, and from then on, I became more and more interested in piano.

As I grow older, I have a new understanding of the word "playing the piano". It requires persistence and hard work, but after perseverance, you will gain happiness. , a comfort.

The most eternal happiness that playing piano brings to me is that I have made many friends during this period. On this year's Children's Day, I played a sixteen-hand piano piece with seven other classmates ***, five of whom are from our school. I can see them every day and talk and laugh with them, but What a testimony of friendship!

Playing the piano really brings me a lot of happiness. I am willing and hope to keep this happiness forever as a souvenir of my childhood. Childhood Piano Composition 2

Looking back now, he used to be my greatest hope and ambition, but now it has become my clear and meager memory. In my memory, he is happy and joyful. Yes, it was a wonderful time and it also brought me infinite hope.

From the beginning, I remember that no matter in the dead of night or in the bright morning, the neat rhythm and colorful pleasure always circulated in my home. It was a dream-like fairy tale. world. Black and big, he is the piano. When I was a child, I always had a mountain of ambitions and dreams in my heart, especially being a musician. I was very musical and loved singing. At that time, I was learning the piano. I was small and small. It is much more difficult for my hands than ordinary people. I often practice piano at home and have tried arranging music. As soon as I saw the piano, I was attracted to it like a magnet. The sound of my piano echoed in the air. It spreads and lingers in the world.

As I grew older and had been studying piano for three years, the pressure from homework gradually increased. I couldn’t cope with the pressure, so I made a decision that felt like the end of the world. When I heard it, the mountain of dreams in my heart immediately disappeared, and the smile never appeared on my face. From that second, I was immersed in a joyless life all day long. The piano that accompanied me in my childhood, his radiance , also became pale, seemed quiet and lonely. Many days passed in that day, one day, two days... one year, two years. I have not touched him again. Until now, I have seen him in class with me. My classmates have top-notch skills and have won countless trophies, but I am still spinning in circles. As the saying goes, "Learning is like sailing against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat." Just like me, I gave up halfway and stopped making progress. I just kept going backwards.

This is a painful memory. Now, whenever I encounter difficulties while studying, my previous mistakes always come to mind. I hope I won’t fall in the same place twice. I also hope Let me start over again, breathe new life into the piano, and let its sound accompany me for a lifetime, forever. Childhood Piano Composition 3

Everyone has their own specialties. Some people can draw vivid patterns with a pen, and some people can sing softly without losing their beauty. My specialty is that I can play beautiful and melodious music with both hands.

You may not know that the crisp and sweet music was obtained by countless tears.

Such a strange long song, with black notes running high or low on the piano score. I muttered the unfamiliar melody in a low voice, and my helplessness and depression were reflected in me. On my face, I played a few notes on the keys with my right hand. The crisp sound of the piano was like the melodious singing of a lark, clean and crisp. I stared at the black and white words on the paper and felt a little dizzy. Fingers kept tapping and changing keys on the piano. But they still kept staggering, turning a strange long song into an unwritten piece of music.

There is some slight resistance and boredom in my heart. I played the music over and over again, constantly interlacing it, but it was still so weak. But after all, I still wanted to play it well, so I started repeating it slowly. Every time it bounces up and down, I always feel so helpless, and there seems to be a few strands of novelty and joy mixed in. In short, complex emotions accumulate in my heart, and I have endless aftertaste.

It’s just that every time, I have to keep ordering myself: You must play well! This kind of order has been lingering in my mind. I don't know how to resist. My heart will always be filled with despair, like countless mites gnawing at my thoughts. It hurts and I can't refute it. I feel a deep fear that no one will help me get over this pit. I want to give up, but there is no way to get rid of it.

Finally, after countless mistakes and countless starts, my practice helped me usher in the dawn of victory. Just like a person in the dark welcomes the dawn, as if countless stars are shining with shining light. Can I say that? ——I have gone through the transformation of a piece of music. Walking alone in the darkness with difficulty, I caught up with the long-awaited light of victory. Bright and warm. This is what I gained in exchange for the determination and hope that I have held on to for a long time and are about to be wiped out countless times.

My fingers jumped on the keys easily and happily, each finger was like a happy dancing little person. In the crisp sound of the piano, the corners of my mouth finally curved into a shallow smile line. , they don't panic and rhythmically connect strings of notes into a piece of music as bright and warm as the sun.

During this "rebellious" period as a piano boy, I played one sacred piece after another. Time passes by, and patience wears away with the years. And I will use my greatest strength to push myself to the glory of victory. Growth, growth, the piano that I will never forget... Childhood Piano Composition 4

The sister downstairs started playing the piano again. She always starts around the time I go to bed, and every time there is a song called "Für Elise." She played very fast and smoothly, and I fell asleep while listening to it...

Actually, I have practiced piano before. I heard from my mother that I wanted to play the piano when I was 6 years old, so when I was 7 years old, my parents gave me a brown-red piano as a birthday gift. This piano is still in the living room. It still looks beautiful, but it's just a little lonely.

My first piano teacher was a male teacher, I called him Teacher Ye. Teacher Ye has many students, and he only has one piano, so his students can only line up at the piano, waiting for class. Same for me, one class is only about 20 minutes. In this short period of time, he will listen to last Sunday's homework, make comments, and play to me the parts where I didn't play well. Then he will assign this week's homework, demonstrate it again, and explain the key points. The class was over, and before I could say goodbye, the next student was already sitting on the piano bench and starting class.

The teacher assigned me only some simple etudes, such as "Exercise 8" and "Exercise 52". I had never played a "real" piece of music, plus I sacrificed a lot of time to practice. It took me a lot of time to play, and the teacher's temper was not very good. Gradually, my interest in piano faded away. At this moment, my mother changed me into a teacher.

She is my second piano teacher, Teacher Yang. She used to be her mother's coworker, and now she's her father's coworker.

She is very gentle and has long curly hair. She owns her own piano store with many classrooms. She arranges her time very well, so one class lasts for one hour. I really like her class, she is slow and leisurely, and she will listen to me play it over and over again. Her lectures were very specific, and she would write a lot of words next to each difficult phrase, how to play it, and what to pay attention to. She was so kind! She was very strict, unlike Teacher Ye who said, "It's almost enough." Every piece of music has been practiced to "perfection", and it is not unusual to practice a short piece of music for a month or two. I loved walking around in her piano store, doing this and that when I had nothing to do. She didn't say anything to me, she just said that I would meet home early for lunch (because I finish class at 11 o'clock). As the grades went up, I couldn't guarantee the 1 hour a day practice and 3 hours a day on weekends that she said. I spent more time reading and doing homework, and gave up playing the piano again, until now...

Listening to "For Alice", apart from me growing up, the only thing left in my memory is helplessness.