The magic of the stage often attracts me.

Before I was born, although my mother was a Chinese teacher, she could also play the piano, sing and dance. Of course, I also have genes. In my mother's belly, I crossed my legs and raised my hand, which caused my mother to scream "wow" and was extremely painful. One day, I finally couldn't help it, so I started to make a scene in heaven-that day, my mother was sent to the hospital to welcome my birth. Unlike Wu Shuang, I can't wait to get pregnant in October, but I stayed in my mother's belly for ten months before I came out!

When I first learned to walk, I put a piece of flower cloth around my waist as a dance skirt. I walked up and down the bed, wobbling and gesticulating with my hands. Sometimes, if I can't walk steadily, I will fall down. I knelt by the wall and suddenly looked up, trying to make a gesture of leaning against the wall with my hands. Who knows, my hand is slow, and my mouth suddenly hits the wall, which hurts for a long time!

I remember when I was three years old, of course, I spoke more skillfully, walked more steadily and learned to jump. My mother often plays music and children's songs to me, and I sing and dance unconsciously.

My mother saw that I had a talent for dancing, and just went to kindergarten, so she signed me up for a dance class. Later, I grew up and learned a lot from my teacher. Until now, I'm still studying. I'm in Class One of our art troupe.

The teacher also led us to Puyang to watch the Spring Festival Gala many times, and led us to Zhengzhou and Beijing to participate in the competition. Being on the stage is no longer my dream, nor is it my wish to be on TV. However, I realized them.

One year at the Spring Festival party, I wore a thin costume and prepared to perform in the cold cultural palace. I also invited my grandparents to watch it together. As soon as I came on stage, grandpa saw that I was wearing so little, so he went home and cried by himself.

In my stage life, this kind of thing often happens, and I will advise my grandfather: "It's okay, our children are in good health and can't be frozen." Besides, if I don't wear that dress, I can't jump on the stage in a big cotton-padded jacket! "So, grandpa just rest assured.

I grew up slowly on the stage, and the stage was like fire, which tempered my courage and perseverance.

This is my stage composition, 600 words, the second part of junior high school.

I like the stage, because my stage allows me to perform myself and make my life bloom.

When I was young, I was a very timid girl. Every time I perform on stage, I always hide in the corner and watch silently. Everyone is looking at me, and I just keep comforting myself in my heart: don't be afraid, I can do it! When I saw the scene on the stage, my mood relaxed unconsciously.

I have been practicing dancing since I went to kindergarten. I have been training dance movements since kindergarten, and I keep practicing every night. I do every movement very seriously. Every movement is standard, and I finish it seriously. But I've been practicing for a long time now. I dance a little slowly. The teacher sees it in his eyes and keeps it in his heart.

When I went to primary school, the number of people on the stage gradually increased, and my dance became better and better. Teachers and school leaders also began to pay attention to me.

In grade xx, the teacher began to teach me to dance. The teacher taught me basic skills first. She asked me to practice the basic skills of dancing, every day. At first, I always made mistakes. After the teacher's patient teaching, I finally learned it. However, in the end, I started dancing wrong again. This makes me very sad. The teacher sees it in his eyes and is anxious in his heart. Like her mother, she encouraged me: "Come on, you can do it!" " "

Now, I learned to dance. I learn to dance. I learn to dance every day. I learned a lot of basic skills of dancing, basic skills, basic skills of dancing. My dance teacher and school leaders praise me and often reward me. I'm so happy!

On the stage, I am a performance. Dancing not only makes my life happier, but also adds luster to my life as a dancer.

This is my stage composition, 600 words junior three.

On that stage, everyone is the protagonist, performing their own wonderful, their own glory and success, and welcoming the sunshine.

This is my stage, decorated with spring. In the small yard, every spring, the flowers and plants planted in the yard slowly stick their heads out. The flowers are so beautiful that bees and butterflies will fly here to collect honey. I dance with butterflies, just like a beautiful little girl in a painting. Butterfly and I danced lively and lovely, pleasing to the eye. Grandma, mom applauds me.

This is my stage, accompanied by shade. The sun in summer can be described as a fireball. The whole earth is like an alchemist's furnace, which makes people feel sultry and irritable, but I am not afraid at all, because there is a big tree in the yard. I often sit under the green trees and help my grandmother wash clothes or vegetables. Every time my grandmother praises me for being smart and capable. Sometimes I will read books under the locust tree and hold watermelons and wait for my grandfather to go home. When I saw his grandfather's home, I quickly brought him watermelon to eat.

This is my stage, a stage full of gold. Autumn is a fruitful season, and my yard is no exception. The flowers and plants are gone and look bare, but there are persimmon trees in the yard. We eat persimmons. Then the ground is covered with yellow leaves. I often pick up these leaves to make a bunch of flowers for my grandmother, who likes them very much. Sometimes I also help grandma clean up the fallen leaves.

This is my stage, the stage of white package. The arrival of winter is the most interesting. When it snows, I get up early to make a snowman. No matter how cold it is, it can't stop my enthusiasm for making a snowman. I don't know much, only simple lions and snowmen, but as long as I start, I will do it seriously without any interference from the outside world. Or when the tree is covered with snow, I run to the tree and kick it hard. Snow falls on my head, and a real snowman can still move. All the photos taken at that time have been left to the present. Whenever I see it, I still miss my childhood.

On his own stage, he performed the wonderful life of his childhood.

This is my stage composition, the fourth in junior high school with 600 words.

I strive to advance towards my ideal, make myself better, add a dazzling brilliance to my body and stand on a broad, beautiful and dazzling stage.

What should a teenager look like? It is a youthful and sunny teenager, a vigorous figure sweating on the field, and a way for every teenager to fight for his ideal. I think these teenagers are trying to catch up with their ideals. When I was a child, I was short-sighted and only knew what was in front of me. Have fun with our friends. We wandered in the fields, chasing and fighting all the way, exploring the new world and being curious about the future. At that time, the years were quiet and carefree, which was the stage of enjoying the process.

When I grow up, I have my own ideals, and the process of pursuing them is bumpy. I have had glory and success, failures and setbacks, unexpected surprises, but I have also had the joy of shining brightly and the destruction of heavy rain, but I don't have to be heartbroken, work hard. A good life is bound to have glory, so young people should not be afraid of the endless time. In the process of chasing, you can break through yourself again and again to become a better self. Listen to the teacher carefully, even if you don't ask others. If I tell others, I will also consolidate my knowledge. Add a dazzling brilliance to yourself. In physical education class, I tried to run ahead with firm steps, hoping to achieve good results next year. Even if my clothes are wet, even if I am hot and tired, I still think it is all worth it. This is the stage of my efforts.

Now we race against time to find the way to the future. When I grow up, I know more about the importance of learning, know how to work hard and make progress, and make my study and life work hard in a better direction. In this stage where there is no retreat, no end, only courage, I am studying hard every day, making continuous progress, looking forward to the future, and working hard with my classmates to achieve more brilliant results.

I'm in my prime, and I'm in my prime. It's worth the effort, even if I cut through the thorns. Even if life returns to dust, dreams should be held high. This is the stage facing the sun when I was born.

This is my stage composition, the fifth article in junior high school with 600 words.

Life is like a performance. Everyone has his own stage. On this stage, everyone is the protagonist and performs his own wonderful performance.

When I was a child, I grew up among my mother-in-law's parents. When my mother-in-law is free, she writes a few words on the concrete floor with chalk to teach me to recognize. Mother-in-law reads it once, and I will follow it. Sometimes my mother-in-law will tell me stories. She told me vividly and I listened carefully. Sometimes if you love beauty, you wear your mother-in-law's flowery clothes. If the clothes are too long, I will swing my long sleeves and wriggle and jump. My mother-in-law dotes on me. My mother-in-law has a small vegetable garden. When my mother-in-law is watering vegetables, I will squat in the vegetable field and feel her hard work with naive and curious eyes.

At the beginning of school, the teacher assigned homework, and when I got home, I moved a small bench to dry my homework in my mother-in-law's yard. Sometimes I look up at the blue sky and free-flying birds. After finishing my homework, I will tell my mother-in-law the games I played with my classmates with a smile, and her mother-in-law will laugh with me, and the wrinkles on her face will be crowded together. It seems that as long as I am happy, my mother-in-law is happy.

When I was a child, my innocence was revealed on the stage of my mother-in-law's house.

With the passage of time, I have gradually faded from childishness and grown into a young boy. When I do my homework, I will write it in my room, listening to the cheerful birds singing in the yard outside the window, and accompanying my reading. If I finish my homework and see my mother-in-law watering vegetables in the garden, I will go over and help her. I spend less and less time at my mother-in-law's house, so I can only go home for a few weeks and see the stage where I used to laugh and laugh.

The home with my childhood memories is still so familiar, and that home still makes me yearn for it. Those days in my mother-in-law's house were a show of my happiness from childhood, and my mother-in-law's house was my stage.

I performed an ordinary and wonderful film in a unique way. Think of the dribs and drabs of those years, as if I had tasted good wine, and I was intoxicated. Prosperity is exhausted, and the song ends, but bloom falls and falls, and falls and opens again. From then on, it only opens in memory.

With my childlike innocence and laughter, my mother-in-law's house has become a wonderful stage in my memory!

6. This is my stage composition, the sixth in junior high school with 600 words.

If the stage is the ocean, I am a fish swimming in the vast sea; If the stage is a forest, I am a bird flying in the lush forest; If the dance troupe is a garden, I am a bee obsessed with the enchanting sea of flowers. The stage is everywhere.

There is a good saying: "life is like a play, and the foothold is the stage." Everyone has their own stage, maybe it is a flashing neon stage, maybe it is a stage to find themselves, but what about my stage? Growing up, I was confused and disappointed, but I believe that I will definitely find my own stage in this journey.

Maybe she attracted me with her unique charm, or maybe she was withdrawn and wanted to return to peace. In short, I fell in love with her-poetry. In my eyes, the poems bound to the grid seem to be alive, like cheerful elves playing music in the grid, and each poem has its own tone. Listen, Cao is pacing back and forth slowly, and the footsteps are one after another. Within seven steps, a seven-step poem won the world. This poem contains too much, but he is too disappointed and sad about his brother, too heartbroken about his cannibalism, and he is unknown when he cries for a candlestick.

You see, Li Taibai overlooks Jingting Mountain alone, and the birds in the sky soon fly away without a trace. Even the solitary cloud with the sun sneaked away. How lonely Li Taibai is! He laughed at himself and spit out the beautiful sentence "Never tire of looking at each other, only respect Tingshan". In just a few words, it simply summarizes his inner loneliness and depression, which is really extraordinary. Look, Nalanxingde is worried about falling flowers, dead trees and losing water again. "Natural intestines are broken, why is the autumn wind?" The autumn wind outside the Great Wall reminded him of his distant hometown. "It's disappointing to leave love, but it's always worth crying on a cool night." "There is no such voice in my hometown." ...

Poetry is the stage of the soul, including the joy, anger, sadness and joy in the world. I think poetry is the stage in my heart.

7. This is my stage composition, the seventh in junior high school with 600 words.

Life is like a performance. On your own stage, everyone is the protagonist, performing their own wonderful performances. Of course I can, too.

Every time I saw some delicious food cooked by some doctors on my mobile phone, my mouth watered, but my mother didn't have time to cook for me, so I decided to learn to cook by myself.

The first dish I cooked was meatball seaweed soup. I have prepared the ingredients, washed the pots and pans, and everything is ready, just waiting for me to show my talents on the kitchen stage.

I searched a tutorial "Painting a gourd ladle" on the Internet. First, I take water from the water purifier and put it on the induction cooker to boil. I use this time to cut tomatoes to the size of fingernails. This step is too difficult for me. I carefully raised the sharp kitchen knife, held down the tomato with one hand to prevent it from escaping, and then cut the tomato in half with one knife. This step is really thrilling. The knife is only two millimeters from the index finger of my left hand, which makes me afraid to take food with my hands. I just use my right hand to carry a knife, no matter "3721", enough is enough. Take out four more eggs and break them. This is my strong point. I took out two of them and touched them on the table. Then I broke the egg shell in half with one hand, and the yolk and egg white completely fell into the bowl. Then I broke them up with chopsticks. At this time, the water has already boiled. I put the meatballs made by my mother into the pot first. When it floats to the surface, I pour the egg liquid into the pot and stir it. Then I mix three spoonfuls of starch with clear water and pour it into the pot to make the soup thicker. Then put the diced tomatoes and dried seaweed into the pot, and add a small amount of vinegar, salt and chicken essence when the soup bubbles. Finally turn off the fire and you're done! The smell filled the whole kitchen.

The aunt next door smelled the fragrance and ran to my house to ask my mother what she had cooked. After I heard the sound, I put the hot meatball seaweed soup in front of them and asked them to be judges and give me grades. My aunt and mother praised the delicious food again and again after tasting it, and gave me full marks, not to mention how happy I was.

After dinner, I volunteered to wash the dishes. I took the bowl to the kitchen, washed it roughly with hot water first, then squeezed a little detergent on the sponge, forcibly removed the rice grains from the bowl to ensure no stains, and finally washed the foam off the bowl with clean water, tidied it up and put it on the drain rack. It's especially comfortable to think that the first time you cook, you will be well received, and then look at the painted bowl that can be used as a mirror.

The kitchen is my stage, where I used to display my unique talents.

8. This is my stage composition, the eighth in junior high school with 600 words.

Everyone wants to stand on the stage to show themselves and let more people know themselves, and I am no exception, because I want to stand on the stage and struggle! I have been practicing piano since I was five years old. Up to now, I am 12 years old and have studied piano for seven years! My goal of practicing piano is to let more people see my performance. So I often take exams and competitions. Last year, I took the art level exam. I got Grade 7 and went to Chengdu Southwest Jiaotong University to participate in the xx Art Talent Competition!

I really put in a lot of effort to go on stage and let others see my performance. The first teacher taught me how to play. When the first teacher stopped opening a musical instrument store, I had to learn everything again, rhythm and expression. Who do you listen to when you wander sometimes?

Slowly, I will get close to the stage year by year and fight for it year by year! As the saying goes: one point on the stage, ten years off the stage. I'm growing up and slowly understanding the meaning of this sentence. I have worked hard for so long that I can only perform on the stage for a while.

My level is getting higher and higher, composing music is getting harder and harder, and I am sarcastic, sarcastic and sarcastic; I have been there. But I never put them together! Archimedes once said: Give me a fulcrum and I can tilt the whole earth! Yes, where there is a will, there is a way. No matter when you work hard and persevere, nothing is impossible! So I'm going to go ahead and not back down! Because teachers' education and parents' concern are external factors, the key is to rely on their own efforts; As long as you work hard and persevere, nothing is impossible in your study and life! So I will go forward and never back down!

9. This is my stage composition, the ninth in junior high school with 600 words.

The wall far from home has its own stage, and the people under the stage are exactly what it shows. The walls of my hometown are always covered with green vines, and there are always a group of people sitting under the walls.

In my memory, the most clear thing is the ivy outside the wall. They are tightly wrapped around themselves, tightly wrapped around the wall, just like people outside the wall. Because it is tightly wrapped and tightly wrapped, the distance between people outside the wall is even more wonderful.

The wind blows the fleeting time like a broken flower, sweeping up the skirt of time in a hurry. At this moment, the fence showed its wonderful and dazzling on its own land. Every night, the neighbors will come out. Some lean against the fence and say that life is impermanent. Or someone sits on the fence and knocks a plate of peanuts, which counts as a family. No one will spare their noise, because the fence behind them is listening carefully, listening to their joy and unhappiness.

On summer nights, frogs croak and trees dance. A group of people came out of the fence again, one with a watermelon and the other with a small stool, forming a ball. Sometimes people come empty-handed, so it doesn't matter A good neighborhood will put its own wine in the middle, and you can share it with me. At this time, the air outside the fence is filled with a warm breath, immersed in the warm hearts of hometown people, and the fence at that moment is unique and wonderful.

In the setting sun, the setting sun stays warm and the sun is slightly drunk. They will take out a pot of old wine and warm it slowly. When the neighbors arrive, open the hip flask. Suddenly, the smell of wine will diffuse and float around the fence. Everyone will close his eyes and his mouth will rise slightly, as if his mouth were in the smell of wine and drunk in the feelings of his neighbors.

The breeze brushed the cheeks and brushed away the lace of memory. It's still a wall, too warm to see. Outside the wall, there was a group of people sitting, one of whom was sprinkled with white blue flowers, and the other with red blue flowers. Sitting in the sun and knitting, the hair on their heads trembled in the breeze and was caught behind their ears by a vicissitudes hand. The kind and happy smiles on their faces tell their inner happiness.

The walls in my hometown are generous and strong. The walls in my hometown are cold and warm, but they can't satisfy the warm hearts of my hometown people.

The fertile soil of their hometown is their unique stage, and the people under the stage are their wonderful display.

10. This is my stage composition.

When I am free, I often lie quietly in bed and think: Where is my stage? Where will I shine my light? Or will it be a lifetime of darkness?

On the eve of the mid-term exam, perhaps because I have too many defects, perhaps because the teacher cares and feels guilty. I started the so-called "cramming for the Buddha's feet", reading English words first, and then reciting the social outline. Alas, it's really sad. I even look down on myself! It won't last long. This is the "three-second fever". Heart secretly scold yourself half-baked, the body is dominated by another, to the computer room.

The mid-term exam, especially the subject I have been able to take-mathematics, really opened my eyes this time. In this math exam, I used the previous exam method. I wrote quickly first, then went back to check, but this time I got stuck in the next question, and soon my face changed.

However, there will be some episodes during the exam that make me very educated-"Hey, beauty! What is the second question of multiple-choice questions? " A skinny gay man got to know the girl in his front seat. The woman glanced at him sideways and said, "The first five questions: C, D, D, B, A!" I happened to sit next to the girl and glanced at the first five questions on her answer sheet-B, D, C, A and D. I just smiled faintly, only to see that the male classmate really frowned at his third question and said to the girl, "The third question is C! Trust me! " . Alas, boys are often not as smart as girls.

At the end of the mid-term exam, my eyes looked at the results metabolically, constantly guessing different people's different eyes. I secretly sighed: "I fell down. Don't cry, get up first. "

My stage is different competition in learning, a small society in school. Although I fell down on the stage this time and was frustrated, I will dance more and more on my stage and dance more and more bravely!