There is a good saying: "life is like a play, and the foothold is the stage." Everyone has his own stage, perhaps a neon stage, perhaps a stage to find himself. Here I have arranged my stage composition narrative for you, I hope you like it!
This is my stage composition narrative 1 The empty streets are particularly quiet in the dark. I feel like I'm in an abyss, sitting in a chair thinking about it. This morning, I got up, brushed my teeth and washed my face. After breakfast, I went to the Olympiad competition class with a happy mood to see the final exam results.
I hurriedly pushed open the door of the classroom, smashed my schoolbag on the table like a soldier, and shouted to the teacher, "Teacher, what did I get in the last exam?" "Your name is Xiao Xun, right? Go and see for yourself. " The teacher said, picked up the report card in the drawer and handed it to me. I browsed this pile of names. After a while, I saw my name. I was shocked and shouted, "Ah! How did this happen? Why did I only get 80 points? "
"Hey, isn't this a little Schoenberg? You are the lowest in the class this time. Are you embarrassed? " Lena sat behind me and sneered. When I heard this, my tears swirled in my eyes. "This is not the place where scum should come. Go! " This sentence seems to have broken the last line of defense in my heart. To me, what she said was just rubbing salt in the wound. I held back my tears and rushed out of the classroom. "This is no place for scum!" This sentence has been playing in my ear, and I feel inferior and sad, thinking: Is this the result of every time I listen carefully? Is the math course not suitable for me at all? I'd better not study math!
The more I think about it, the sadder it gets. At this time, I put my hand on my shoulder and whispered to me, "Xiao Xun, actually math is not difficult." Judging from this math problem, I think you have the wrong idea to solve it. If you don't come to my office after class, I will teach you again. If not, I'll teach you again. No one is born a genius. Genius is through 1% wisdom and 99. So I dried my tears and said to the teacher, "hmm!" "I know the teacher." Later, under the guidance of the teacher and my own efforts, I won the first place again, and thunderous applause broke out in the classroom. Even Lina, who satirized me before, looked at me with brand-new eyes and gave me a thumbs-up. I jumped three feet for joy.
In my Olympic Mathematics stage, although the process is difficult, how can I see the rainbow without experiencing wind and rain? The less valued I am, the better I will become.
This is my stage composition narrative II. Looking back, I saw how many stages. I don't want to let go. On this stage of youth, I constantly show myself and surpass myself, accompanied by four words: "due diligence". This is my stage.
On the green football field, I dribbled and ran towards the opponent's goal, lifting my feet and kicking hard, alas! The ball passed by the goal like an arrow, and the opposing goalkeeper ran over and picked it up. He got the ball, his legs bent and stretched, and the ball was kicked into the air. "Not good! Quick defense! " Our players rushed to their goalkeeper. I walked around the teacher and the teacher raised his feet. I rushed up to kick the football away. But who thought the teacher made a fake move? He pulled the ball aside with his foot and finally kicked it out. Our team members were surprised. Don't go in so close! 1 of "pa", the stone hanging in everyone's heart finally fell to the ground. The ball was shot far by the goalkeeper. We rushed over, shoveled the ball with our feet and rushed to the other goal. Bang, I was kicked in the leg by the other side's foot, and I fell to the ground with a sharp pain in my leg. I stood up with difficulty, said "Never mind", and then ran to our goal. The ball was passed around under our players' feet, but no one ever scored. Both sides began to worry and tried their best. There are still 5 minutes, looking at the ball and thinking to me, "Who cares, what are you afraid of!" I rushed up, hooked the ball, ran to the opponent's goal, hooked the ball and jumped again. I passed another man and looked at the other man's goal. My heart is full of strength. I couldn't help laughing when the ball was shot in. ...
The bright sunshine sprinkled on the floor. I wear these elastic basketball shoes, sometimes I jump, sometimes I run, and sometimes I shoot! Basketball goes around the basket and finally rolls into it. I watched the players smile and join the battle again. The opponent's player suddenly jumped up. As soon as I saw it, I quickly followed, and my hand buckled down. "Pa", the ball was buckled by me, and the game was coming to an end. Basketball jumps more happily. As soon as I passed the ball, it scored, and our players thanked me. ...
Time goes by bit and youth goes by bit, but I believe that as long as I have goals and ideals, I will eventually have my own stage to show myself!
This is my stage composition narrative 3 stage, these two words seem ordinary, but not only that, it has a strong attraction to me, and the small stage in my life is a piece of road mats with different colors.
Now, I am a "master" with a black belt level and a vice captain of an advanced class, and the stage for me to gallop is a piece of mats with different colors in the taekwondo Dojo.
I have had an indissoluble bond with Taekwondo since I was a child. The five spirits of Taekwondo are etiquette, honesty, patience, self-denial, perseverance and ending with ceremony. When you go there, you can not only learn self-defense, but also meet some friends.
Although I am already a black belt, the "devil training" two weeks before the game has made me unforgettable.
"The competition will be held in two weeks, so we are divided into competitive training and quality training. Let's start now. " The coach said plausibly. It's over. I want to compare the two. This is over. ...
First of all, I have to practice sports first. The so-called game is that both the red and blue players wear protective gear, and they can score when they kick to the effective part, and the one who scores the most in the end wins. The game is mainly divided into attack and counterattack. If you want to play well in the competition, you must be good at threading. Because threading is good, you can kick your leg high, and if you kick it high, you may hit your opponent's head.
I started pressing the belt. I sat in front of a wall with my feet straight. The coach took my hand, put my foot on my knee and slowly pulled against the wall. When I reached the limit, it was a pain. That scene is like a mute eating coptis chinensis-you can't tell how bitter it is.
As long as I shout pain, the coach makes me stick my feet to the wall. In this way, I lasted 10 seconds. After pressing it, my knee was so painful that I couldn't stand up. This kind of pain is unprecedented.
Next, you should practice product potential, and the rhythm and arm strength of playing product potential must be practiced in place.
The first is the lunge. The front foot and the back foot are separated by four soles. Bend your front foot and keep your back foot straight. Then there are three steps, the front foot and the back foot are separated by three and a half soles. After practicing these movements, I was sweating profusely and my feet were sore.
After practicing these, I want to practice my arm strength, with my feet on the railing and my hands on the floor. After another 20 seconds, my hands and feet lost consciousness.
After several days of hard work, I went to participate in the competition. Because he is good at sewing and pulling, he will fight back against the backspin and "pat his head" every time he plays competitive games. When I was playing Pinshi, I punched hard, played my best and won the first place.
Stage, these two words are no longer common in my life. The small stage of Taekwondo has become the big stage of my life.
This is my stage creation narrative 4 stages, which I never seem to have until the voice of that voice …
The news of the English speech contest spread all over the grade like the wind, and all the students were eager to use this stage to show themselves. As for me, I am unhappy because I failed in the mid-term exam.
The day before the game, I propped my head up and looked out of the window, thinking: Will I go to that thing called the stage tomorrow? Some are excited, some are nervous, some are confused ... Close my eyes, I have been baptized by the sun, and the fresh taste makes me smile gently.
Sairi, the conference room on the second floor of the teaching building. The teacher sat in the front row, and there were several striking typewriter words on the projection screen: junior high school English speech contest. As soon as I stepped into this spacious classroom, I was greeted by a voice: "Son, you are here, you are here, you are here, you are here ..." I was surprised by a voice from somewhere: "Who are you?" "It doesn't matter. Come here, son. Relax. " The warm voice came again, not loud, but shaking my heart. When I tried to speak again, everything around me changed. I was the next to play, and the English teacher always gave me encouraging eyes in front.
It was my turn. I quickly got on the stage and adjusted the position of the microphone slightly uneasily. I closed my eyes and bent down to say hello to all the teachers. At this time, my heart is beating so hard that I have difficulty breathing. The voice came again: "Don't be nervous, you can do it." Hearing this, there seems to be a magical power to calm me down. So, I looked at all the teachers and classmates. I show deep affection, and the flowing voice seems to blend rhythmically and interpret a beautiful dream. The powerful voice pushed my speech to a climax.
I bow again. I smiled because I had my own stage, a stage full of dawn. Whether I succeed or fail, I always make money from this speech. I saw it: my stage is full of vitality, an indomitable youthful vitality of "rushing like an arrow, rushing like fierce wave".
"Son, you are great." The voice came. I looked ahead and my English teacher was smiling at me deeply. ...
My stage, it feels so good! Sweeping away the loss and frustration of failure, I walked to the door with the award. I closed my eyes again and murmured, "That voice, thank you."
The road of life, just wait for me to strut forward!
This is my stage composition narrative 5. I used to fantasize that I was an excellent dancer, standing in the center of the stage, with soft lights shining on me, music playing and I dancing on tiptoe.
"This year, people's hottest topic is' help or not', please listen to the detailed report ..." I listened to the sound of TV and was ready to go out. My mother went to the door, tied a scarf on me and told me, "Be careful on the road, ride slowly and don't hit anyone, remember?" I waved to my mother, and then rode away quickly on my bike. The whistling wind in my ear quickly dispelled my words before I left.
It's really cold. The snow last night completely covered everything in the world with a thick layer of snow. After the car ran over, the road was covered with mud and snow, but my speed didn't slow down at all. Suddenly, a figure dressed in orange in the distance passed through my sight.
"Cheep-"I only heard a harsh brake, and I was completely confused. An inexplicable panic suddenly came to my mind, and I only heard my own rapid heartbeat and my body was numb. I slowly turned around and saw an old woman lying on the ground. Her orange skirt was dazzling. Grandma kept shaking and seemed to want to get up. What shall we do? I'm really in trouble this time. What if I get caught in the police station? Otherwise, I'll run away now while no one is around! I got on my bike and was ready to drive away. No, I can't leave. Remembering what my mother and teacher taught me on weekdays, I should be brave enough to take responsibility for doing something wrong. Yes! No matter how much responsibility I will take, I will face it bravely. I hurried to grandma's side, carefully lifted her up, helped her to rest on the stone bench by the roadside, and asked, "Grandma, are you all right?" I'm sorry for bumping into you. If you want to scold me, I'll give you all the medical expenses. Sorry! " I hung my head in front of my grandmother, waiting for her punishment. However, I only felt a warm and rough hand touching my head and saying, "Never mind, I'm fine at all. Didn't people say that it would be good to correct my mistakes? " Come and help me when you hit me, which means you are a good boy. By the way, be careful next time, don't ride so fast and don't hit anyone again. "I slowly raised my head and my grandmother smiled kindly. White silver hair is printed on that orange dress, so warm.
At the end of the music, the audience burst into applause. On my stage, I will stick to my integrity.
This is the stage where I constantly surpass myself. 6. There are stages everywhere. -inscription
The 800-meter running test is coming, and I'm scared. Facing the disdainful eyes of my classmates, I secretly decided to run out of good grades anyway.
With a whistle, we set out together and moved forward hand in hand. Running too fast at first, pushing too hard too early. After running 200 meters, I was out of breath and felt unable to run.
In early summer, the sun is scorching. The cicada in the tree is chirping, which makes people upset. The grass in Kobanawa around the playground stands quietly, as if withered by the scorching sun, crumbling and lifeless.
At the end of 500 meters, I was sweating and panting, and my legs seemed to collapse, soft and weak.
Forget it, or give up. It's too difficult. If I give up, my classmates will laugh at me. At this time, I remembered Qian Xuesen's famous saying: "As long as you persist, you will eventually get something."
"come on Come on ... "The students cheered in my ear. I must stick to it and I can't live up to their encouragement.
I gritted my teeth and tried to speed up, overtaking my opponent like a gust of wind. Fifty meters, forty meters, thirty meters ... It's getting closer and closer to the finish line. I rushed over with all my strength. ...
At that moment, I was ecstatic. The breeze brushed my face and made me feel a little refreshed. The cicada in the tree seems to cheer for me, and the burning sun illuminates me like a bright lamp.
Although I was not the first, I persisted in running the whole course, which made me very happy. In fact, as long as we persevere and constantly surpass ourselves, there is a stage for growth everywhere.
This is my stage composition narrative 7 ice, which is the purest thing in the world. Crystal clear, without any pollution. Skating may be the only sport that can control it.
The process of learning skating is difficult. You don't know how many falls you have fallen, and you don't know how many falls are waiting for you. Without support, it is like a lonely boat in the sea. I don't know where it will drift, and I don't know which wave will upset you.
Countless fantasies that I am the only one on the crystal clear ice, flying freely, unrestrained and driving the ice at will. However, such a beautiful fantasy was shattered at the first step I set foot on the ice. Dong, can you feel the feeling of kneeling in the first step? It's too difficult to walk on the ice, let alone slide on it. Looking at those skilled and relaxed people, my heart is full of envy, but I firmly believe that one day, I will become that kind of person, that kind of person who can be envied by others. I began to practice, sometimes standing on the sidelines, watching a person slide at high speed, psychologically analyzing the essentials of the action, and sometimes plucking up the courage to walk into the stadium, recalling the mistakes I just made, and gradually starting to correct them. Fall down again and again, stand up again and again. Gradually, I began to slide slowly on the ice. Maybe ice accepted me, and the road to learning went smoothly. I learned simple figure skating and became the envy of others.
I invited two friends out to play, and I don't know what to play. I suggest: go skating, I haven't practiced for a long time. Who knows, both of them are determined not to go, saying that they can't skate, and skating is too difficult. I was glad, so I promised that I could teach them and I would learn. To put it mildly, they finally reluctantly agreed. As soon as they entered the skating rink, they clung to the railing like oil on their feet. I felt funny and sighed. I didn't expect that one day I would skate freely and even teach people to skate.
Come and help me! I slipped past on the pedal.
This is my stage composition narrative 8. I stood outside the teacher's office, pouting, like a long-prepared stage performance. Finally, the clumsy heroine accidentally stepped on her shoes, and the lights were dim and the audience was dismissed. She was at a loss in the dark and ended in failure.
A gust of wind blew, and I was wrapped in clothes and a little cold. A week ago, the teacher asked me to prepare a recitation. But just now, the teacher called me into the office and told me helplessly that she would go instead of me. She is the daughter of an information teacher at school, and asked me to recite what I wrote to her. The teacher's expression was embarrassed and helpless. I don't know how to answer him. I still handed the manuscript to the girl who looked sweet and watery with a big smile, or I asked her hysterically what you were.
I didn't do anything but bite my lip and walked out of the office. After all, what I did seemed useless. At the other end of the door, the teacher sighed wearily. We all know it's useless for me to resist. Finally, it was her.
I handed her the manuscript and she asked me why I didn't print it. I looked at countless notes on the paper and my heart was broken. I worked hard for several nights and became an ordinary sentence she said. All she has to do is recite it. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't convince her true feelings.
I was sitting under the stage that day, and she was shining on the stage. I clapped so hard that I thought everyone was clapping and clapping for my speech. I understood this kind of thing at that time. After the activity, I jumped on the stage, took a deep breath, smiled skillfully in front of hundreds of empty chairs.
Time usually passes through my fingertips, and the teacher told me to hold another reading activity, and it was me who performed. I hooked my lips and smiled. Finally.-it's me. I recite words and rehearse after school every day. On that day, I stood in the center of the gorgeous stage and bowed slightly. The light sprinkled on me, mottled. This is also my stage.
After the performance, I smiled. I did it in such a familiar posture. Breaking the cocoon into a butterfly, here, is also my stage.
This is my stage composition narrative 9. A humble bookstore, a piano in the corner, and the sunshine coming through the window constitute a stage for me to enjoy alone.
When I cleaned up the study, I found that the piano had been forgotten in the corner for a long time. I lifted the silk cloth covered on the strings, and the strings were fragrant, quaint and so familiar, and I suddenly had the impulse to touch the piano.
I moved a wooden chair and swept away the dust on the strings. I calmed down and tried to pluck a string with my fingertips-deep and ethereal, like being in a mountain stream and listening to the sound of running water. For a long time, this timbre disappeared into the air, and she made me feel familiar again. Although there are not thousands of listeners here, I use this clear and clean piano sound to form a stage, and one side belongs to my own stage.
The sound of the piano is lingering-"replace the piano with words, and say it." Through the piano, I felt Sima Xiangru's love for Zhuo Wenjun. He expressed sincere friendship by playing the piano instead of his heart, and asked Zhuo Wenjun to elope with him with a song "Phoenix".
The sound of the piano is sad. In front of the tomb, Boya knelt down and played a song "Running Water". The bosom friend left, and the piano sound lost its original agility. At the last sound of this song, Boya was really heartbroken and broke his string, and never played the piano again.
Jean is psychic, and she has witnessed countless love-hate relationships since ancient times. The same is true of people who play the piano. They tell their own joys and sorrows, all of which are rubbed into them, and their hearts are sublimated.
I, a quiet heart, carefully interpret and change every note. When it comes to soft places, it's like willows on the West Lake in the south of the Yangtze River, women with oil-paper umbrellas on the bridge, boats on the lake, waves on it ... When it comes to the land of steel, it's like a towering mountain peak, a roaring typhoon and the sound of soldiers. ...
Here, I have all the great rivers and mountains of the motherland; Here, I have tasted the warmth and coldness of the world; in this
In the past, my soul seemed to have washed away lead and obtained nirvana.
The last piece of music ended perfectly, with ten fingers still on the strings, feeling the thrill of the sound left on the strings. The wind outside the window rustled the curtains, and a ray of sunshine shone into my little stage. I know there is a bigger stage waiting for me outside the window.
This is my stage composition narrative 10. Every life has its own stage, and its splendor needs you to face it positively.
I used to hate talking loudly in front of many people. I'm shy. Even if there are questions I can do in class, I dare not raise my hand boldly to answer them, and try to avoid the teacher's encouraging eyes. Therefore, I also hate speaking and hosting. If I have to make a speech in front of the whole class, I will be at a loss, so I always think this is a difficulty that I can never overcome.
Perhaps the teacher was too embarrassed to talk when he saw me, and even asked me to write a speech and let me participate in the school speech contest on behalf of the whole class. What a nuisance! Facing the teacher's trust and my timidity, I asked myself again and again: Can I do it? I can't help but think of a competition I once participated in when I was in primary school. Because of my mistake, my class didn't get a good ranking. My classmates' complaints and my self-reproach make me afraid and hate speeches. What should we do, continue to escape, or face it bravely?
At this time, the teacher told me that people will experience many difficulties in their lives. Some people choose to escape, some choose to give in, and some choose to face it bravely. If you can take this matter seriously, you can show your wonderful performance on your own stage, and you can do it well! I began to actively search for information, carefully prepare my speech and rehearse it over and over again. My parents are my audience. My neighbor's grandmother is my audience; My classmates are my audience.
Finally, it's the day of the game. Before the speech began, my nervousness reappeared. The teacher's voice sounded in my ear: "This is your stage, and your glory depends on yourself." "Take a deep breath, overcome timidity and face it bravely. My loud voice resounded through the audience, and I heard warm applause from the audience! I overcame the difficulties I thought I would never overcome! I have tasted the joy of overcoming difficulties, which I have never felt before. Let's summon up courage, establish a strong belief, temper our will in setbacks, and let our life stage be fully displayed. My stage is my call!