Write a composition on the topic of performance

1. Write a 600-word composition on the topic of "Wonderful Performance" and memorize a wonderful performance urgently.

"Come, come." The red side and the blue side are in a group. The red side pushes away the blue side, punches, and the blue side dodges, and then hits the red side in the stomach, and the blue side scores. This is a boxing match, but it's two brown bears. We are watching an acrobatic performance.

"In the next program, the tiger stepped on the ball." This is quite interesting, only seeing a shiny and colorful tiger in the back. The coach rolled a big ball in front of him. He put his forefoot on the ball first and then pushed it up. This wonderful performance won applause from many audiences. Then, the animal trainer asked him to jump into the ring of fire, first once, then twice, three times … to six times. The audience's heart tightened, for fear that the tiger's feet were not strong enough to jump and the beautiful and smooth fur was burnt. After a moment of silence, the tiger flew by at an amazing speed, only to see that in an instant, the tiger had passed through the ring of fire, and the audience rang with warm applause.

There is another program coming, which makes us tremble with fear. Several big shots appeared on the stage, each with a torch in his hand. They first perform fire breathing, that is, the bowl of water, put the water in their mouths and then spray it on the torch. But this is not uncommon. I have seen such performances in other places. Then they put torches in their mouths, and many people were screaming, mostly children. When they took out the torch, the fire was still burning and they were not burned. Then they put torches in their clothes and walked around them. The audience even exclaimed and applauded. After the performance, we wanted to ask how the big guys did it, but no one watched.

This is really a wonderful performance!

2. A 600-word composition with the title of' wonderful' performance has passed, and I have been studying and living in XX Middle School for more than one semester. A lot has happened during this period, and some things I don't care about. I've been thinking about it. Anyway, it's all over, and it's no use thinking about it again. However, one thing has been lingering in my mind. Whenever I sit alone in an empty classroom or find it difficult to fall asleep in my own room, I will feel a faint sense of regret. I know, I'm thinking about last semester again. Yes, I can't forget what happened last semester, the affection of my classmates and the love of my close friends, and my actions at that time. From time to time, I will not restrain myself and let the stream of memory flow. Although it is not a complete picture, it is still so clear and true.

It was a Monday morning, because the teacher assigned a task to the students a week ago-each group had to send a pair of students to perform the oil seller and Sue in The Oil Seller. This is of course a simple thing for me now. But I just didn't understand what I was thinking. Go up and talk. It's as simple as that. I just don't have the courage to go on stage. I really regret it when I think about it now.

Originally, my monitor and I were ready. But on the way home, I heard a classmate's conversation: "Oh, the teacher was just joking, saying that the rotten oil Weng was performing." How can junior high school students be as naive as primary school students? " So I canceled it for the monitor.

On Monday, the students came to school early. The task assigned by the teacher seems to have been forgotten. I asked my classmates in other groups, but they were not prepared. The bell rang for class. The teacher came to the classroom with a smile on her face. Q: "How is the preparation for the performance assignment assigned last week?" The students suddenly realized this. It turns out that the teacher is not joking.

"Which group comes first?" The teacher asked kindly. There was silence in the classroom, and no one dared to raise their hands. The teacher finally decided to let the leader of our group and the leader of the first group cut rocks and paper to decide who would go on stage first. God bless, fortunately, we won, and there is still some time to prepare. It happened that the students in this group recommended me and the monitor. I'm not prepared at all. Where can I go? If I don't behave well, I will lose the face of this group. No matter how my classmates comfort me and encourage me, I just don't have the courage. Seeing that the first group is almost finished, I feel more and more nervous. If we don't perform, the first person will have to recite the whole text word for word. But I was born a coward, and I dare not even raise my hand in class, let alone perform on stage. The students in the first group have finished their performances, so it's our turn. Should I go up? My heart has been struggling. The students kept counting "1, 2 ..." and I became more and more scared. At this critical moment, a male classmate volunteered to replace me, and the stone in my heart finally fell to the ground. I didn't participate in the whole performance. The monitor and this classmate also helped our group win the first prize. It makes sense to be happy, but I'm not happy. I want to thank this classmate for helping this timid and useless me at the most critical time.

This performance is really unforgettable for me. It makes me understand that opportunities are equal for everyone, and successful people are often good at seizing opportunities.

3. Writing a composition with the stage as the main topic From the day we came to this world, we hung our hopes on our shoulders and carried our dreams on our shoulders from the expectation of our families. When we were babies, we called for childhood; When we were teenagers, we called for youth.

Youth is a beating note that can make us strictly come dancing;

Youth is a wonderful color that can make us shine;

Youth is a refined text, which allows us to write about life.

Therefore, we call for youth.

On the stage of youth, we soar freely, walk quietly on the deserted path alone, listen to the cheerful singing of birds, smell the flowers and enjoy the vibrant spring. Touch the old tree trunks with your hands and feel their vicissitudes. Breathe the unique freshness of the land and appreciate the simplicity of nature. Or through the clear glass, looking at the thriving things, I can't help but feel hope and recall that baptism.

All these are the gifts of youth. Therefore, we call for youth.

On the stage of youth, we are free. In our youth, there is always a trace of rebellion in our hearts. When it rains, we never open an umbrella and never run and cheer in the rain. See the elves flying around in front of me, singing and dancing, let them get into my clothes, touch my cheeks, clap my palms and land on my toes. The rain stopped, and we shook our hair and strode forward. "How can we see the rainbow without experiencing wind and rain" has become an excuse for us to play handsome.

These are the footprints of youth, so we call for youth.

On the stage of youth, we write melancholy. A fallen leaf floated before my eyes, and a trace of sadness emerged from my heart. When we were young, we were always sentimental. We cry for the tragic fate of the protagonist in the book, scream for the appearance of the star we pursue, and laugh for the happy ending of an idol drama ... sometimes we are depressed, sometimes we are confused, and sometimes we are full. However, these spiritual touches are often inexplicable and unprovoked.

All this is an omission of youth. So we call for youth.

Youth means that we move from naivety to maturity, from ignorance to erudition, from innocence to rationality, from simplicity to complexity.

4. A 600-word composition on the stage: It's not butterflies flying around, it's eagles fighting with their wings, and the curtain is quietly opened:

When the lights are on, if there is a big theater, there will be a drama about youth called Struggle, in which the characters begin to enter the arena and the audience takes their seats.

At the age of fourteen or fifteen, the door about youth creaked open. Behind the door is the stage of youth, and we have become the protagonists on this stage. When we begin to step onto the stage and step into youth, our parents, teachers and friends look at us and look forward to our bright future. On the stage:

Everyone on the stage plays their part wholeheartedly. They are performing plays and their own lives. On the stage, they are struggling, for their own career, for their own ideals. The characters in the play are full of youth and vitality. Exquisite acting, devoted expression and classic words won warm applause from the audience.

Now that you have entered youth, you must start a new journey. By the third day, we have clearly understood what the ideal is, hidden in glistening paper and a thick stack of books. There is no bright light on us, we just live silently. At that time, the light flew on the tail of the wind, and we were already sitting in the classroom of senior three, with bright windows, quiet and refreshing. It's still the same life, but I'm not bored, because I always have a dream in my heart, so beautiful that we are willing to go all out to struggle. These days have been very ordinary, although dull, but also really deductive, on the stage of our youth. There have been tears and laughter, pain and happiness, depression and excitement. This is a true and rich "history of struggle". I still remember that for the upcoming final exam, the teacher worked tirelessly in the classroom and came home, and my mother gently sent a cup of honey water; A friend sent a note with words of comfort on it. They have been watching us silently. Curtain falls:

The drama on the stage ended successfully. The actors ended their struggle and stood in the center of the stage, bowing deeply to the audience. After the applause, the stage ended, the audience left and the drama ended.

After the college entrance examination and graduation from college, we are standing on the tail of youth. At that time, we had finished the struggle of youth, and we also realized our ideals in this world. At that time, we will also bow deeply to our audience to show our gratitude.

Maybe our youth stage will end, but the stage of our struggle will never end.

5. Write a composition on my stage with the topic "My Stage"

"Play a beautiful front axle, and then set the prescribed posture, good, good! Hold on a little longer, and the performance will start soon! " Encouraged by the dance teacher's concern, a little girl bent her legs in front of her, held back the pain in her chin and posed for other actors behind her. When she first appeared in front of the audience and heard everyone clapping for her for the first time, she was extremely excited. With all kinds of joy and excitement, she successfully completed her first stage performance ... yes! That little girl is me! Since then, I like not only singing, but also dancing. I like performing and showing my talents. God seems to know what I want. Many times, he gave me that "gift" that made me happy, but I always passed by. When I was a child, my mother saw a TV column group recruiting young actors from the newspaper. My mother knew my hobby and told me the news at once. I was really glad to know that there was such an opportunity, but I was still very young and had too much nostalgia for my mother, so I didn't sign up at last. In retrospect, I really regret it. After all, that's what I love. But this is not the only chance. God always associates "gifts" with music. After a little older, there will be piano teachers and ballet teachers to choose new people. Many people are pleasantly surprised when they choose to take off their pictures. But I can't afford to buy a piano at home, and I missed my literary life because of my father's opposition ... Another thing that makes me satisfied is that I didn't miss a performance of the school's annual Children's Day. Whenever I stand on the stage beautifully, my heart is full of excitement and I feel that the whole stage belongs to my world at this moment. Yes, this stage is really small, but it is really the place where I realize my dream. From the moment the light shines, I am the most dazzling star! Standing on the stage, holding a microphone and singing your own songs, let your voice resound through the whole stage; Standing on the stage, dancing your body and dancing in your own style, let your dance render the whole scene. After the perfect curtain call, I know I'm not nervous. What I see is a flickering glow stick. What I heard was warm applause; What you have is the warmth of fans, and what you realize is your dream! However, I clearly know that the splendid stage in my heart cannot be set foot on in one step! Without a strong will, there is no motivation to step on it; Without a solid foundation, it is difficult to step on; Without strong strength, we can't go far! Therefore, what I need to stick to is faith; I need to lay a solid foundation; What I need to accumulate is experience; What I need to store is strength. I believe that opportunities are reserved for those who are prepared, and luck is also attached to those who have confidence. It is said that life is a stage, but what I need is not only this stage, but also a stage in the stage. I know I have a pair of invisible wings, which will take me to fly bravely, make the lights flash, make the applause loud, and make my life beautiful!

6. Write a composition with the theme of "There is a beautiful stage". The music of the performance rang on the stage. Under the colorful lights, a child is dancing to the rhythm of music. This child is me! Since I was born, my mother has deliberately cultivated my artistic talent.

She often sits by the window, enjoying the beautiful melody in the tape recorder and enjoying the beautiful scenery in the sunset with me. When I was in my mother's belly, I would "dance" and "stretch my arms and kick" when I heard intoxicating music.

Every time I dance, my mother feels uncomfortable! After birth, in order to continue to train "dancing skills", I stumbled from one end of the room to the other with great interest, regardless of my mother's obstruction. My mother was frightened and asked the nanny to tie a towel around my waist to give me a break, but this made me feel bad.

This certainly kept me away from danger, but at the same time I lost the opportunity to perform. I deliberately resisted the nanny. As soon as my mother stepped out of the house, my hind feet made a scene in heaven, broke free from the shackles of towels, shuttled freely around the house, and continued to cling to my artistic journey.

It' s really "the weather is unpredictable, and people have misfortune and happiness!" Ah! Once, when I was performing, I accidentally fell to the ground, and I was in pain. A small piece of glass stuck on my forehead. I don't know if this is God's help or my luck. This piece of debris only left a mark on my forehead, but it made me lose contact with the stage for a while. Ouch! In order to exercise their temperament and fulfill their dream of becoming a dazzling star on the stage.

After careful consideration, my mother chose a very gentlemanly international standard dance for me, and then I followed the teacher and embarked on a hard and happy road of learning dance. After all, I am a man. Dancing among girls at first really depressed me for a long time, but it was worthwhile to realize my stage dream! The girls who study dance with me all have three to four years of dance foundation and certain performance experience. Every movement is so standardized and charming.

As a beginner, I look like a "big pole". To save face, I can't stand such a gap. Running away is not my character. From the day I realized my gap, I made up my mind to surpass them in a short time.

Therefore, every weekend, my figure will appear in front of the mirror of the practice room. I became the most diligent student next to my teacher and followed the teacher's steps in every corner of the training room. My sweat spilled on the floor, and the lights in the training room witnessed my little progress.

After a period of devil-like training, I quickly emerged in my class and became the object of teachers' attention. My dancing skills have also improved rapidly under the guidance of my teacher, and the number of "fans" has been increasing, and I have begun to become famous in the circle.

In order to give me more room for promotion, my teacher applied for the international standard dance exam of the Chinese Dancers Association and went to see the first exam. Out of the examination room, I found myself small, really "people are outside, the sky is behind."

After understanding the requirements of the license exam, I couldn't help but be shocked. My God! You need to learn 12 routines to win the gold medal, but I only learned a few, less than half. Two days later is the deadline for me to go to the examination room. It is also a great challenge for me to learn 8 routines and practice them in two days. In the next few days, I started "devil training".

It's summer, and I have to practice at a high temperature of more than 30 degrees for 8 hours every day. Sweat drips out with one spiral turn after another, and the floor tiles under your feet are getting more and more slippery, and the stability under your feet becomes more difficult again. When I washed my feet at night, I found that my feet and legs were swollen, but I didn't notice.

This is really the hardest part of my dancing career. Many things happen. I took the third grade exam in a row, won the championships at all levels and won the coveted gold medal.

When I found my name on the list, my excitement could not be expressed in words. The course of art is arduous and full of joy of harvest.

At the 16th Sichuan Sports Dance Championship and the 1st Sichuan Student Sports Dance Championship held not long ago, my first partner and I stood out from hundreds of contestants, and achieved a good team score of over 14. On the stage I chose, I learned to be persistent and strong.

The hardships of learning dance have honed me and given me the courage to face any setbacks and failures in life and study. This will be the best memory in my life! My stage exists only for me; My stage, only I am the protagonist; My stage, only my performance is wonderful! My parents were very strict with me since I was a child, and they were bent on cultivating me into an adult. Therefore, when I was 4 years old, interest classes became my theme: piano, violin, painting, calligraphy, go ... I was very busy every day, and as soon as I stopped, my parents' teaching voice would ring. In the eyes of others, I really became a genius, not only with excellent grades, but also with many specialties.

However, I secretly don't like this day full of interest classes. I want to play like other children, instead of practicing at home; I want to talk about interesting topics with other students, instead of doing exercises alone; I think ... I have a lot of complaints about what my parents did.

However, one day I found that I got much more than others. In a piano competition, I tapped the keys with my fingers. The wonderful notes were like elves, and everyone was intoxicated by my performance.

After playing a song, I bowed on the stage and applauded like thunder. I won the first place in that competition.

From that day on, I knew that this was my stage and the applause of the audience was my motivation. Although I didn't like this life at first, I got used to it through many experiences.

My parents let me find my own stage, and I will continue to work hard to shine more for myself and others.

7. Write an 800-word narrative on the topic of "Performance". I still remember that in the new year, I participated in the performance of "New Year Concert".

I am timid and don't like performing on stage. But my guzheng teacher always encouraged me: "Don't be afraid, it's all right.

You learn well and play skillfully. When playing, you just have to concentrate on your performance and don't think about anything else. "

Whenever Mr. Lin finished these words, I was full of confidence and kept practicing. It's time for the New Year concert. When I walked into the dressing room, the teacher encouraged me: "Don't be nervous, the teacher believes that you must do well."

I applied to teacher Lin: "Can I go backstage several times in the future?" The teacher nodded and an apple-like smile appeared on his face. Ten minutes passed, and twenty minutes passed.

It's my turn to perform soon, and I'm very nervous. I'm afraid I can't play well and lose face to my teacher. What should I do? I thought to myself. It suddenly occurred to me that teacher Lin once encouraged me: everyone can shine on the stage only by confidence and courage.

Self-confidence makes you work harder to learn this song; Courage makes you play this song more boldly. At this time, the host's microphone issued a loud voice: "Now let Guo Xiaoxue perform the guzheng solo" Shandandan bloom Red "."

When I stepped onto the stage, the performances that my classmates were familiar with echoed in my ears, which gave me great pressure. My heart is pounding, almost jumping out of my chest.

I stood in front of the piano, nodded to everyone and began to play. I was so nervous when I first started playing that I turned Duo into Mi.

I quietly looked up at the teacher. She still smiles at me. The teacher's smile gave me great encouragement, as if to say to me, "don't be nervous and play slowly." The teacher believes you. "

I continue to play. I got up the courage, didn't think about anything else, and didn't worry about making mistakes. I put this song down seriously.

"Hey" at the end of the film-there was warm applause below, and my heart was full of joy; The teacher said that I played very well and had a good grasp of the rhythm. My parents also praised me for playing well. I have unspeakable happiness in my heart.

That time, I cheered for myself, and I was no longer timid. I can cheer for myself with fragrance like a wild lily ... at this moment, I remembered what the teacher encouraged me: everyone can shine on the stage, only confidence and courage.

8. Taking the stage as the topic of composition, the campus is the cradle of knowledge for me; Campus is the window to teach me how to be a man; Campus is the guiding light to point out my mistakes; Campus is a stage for me to show my style.

Campus, let me move from ignorance to knowledge; Let me go from childish to mature. I still remember that I was timid when I first went to school. In the third grade, I participated in the reading contest held by my school for the first time.

I'm not nervous about Seth. "The next contestant, Class 3 (1) Yang Xiao, recited The Happiness of Snowflakes."

The host read my name. Oh, how did you find me so quickly? I walked slowly onto the platform.

I began to read aloud: "If I were a snowflake, rushing in mid-air, I would know my direction, flying, flying-there is my direction on this ground …" What is the next sentence? Shit, I forgot my words. I stood on the stage stupidly, somehow, my mind went blank and I couldn't say a word.

Fortunately, the teacher gave me an explanation: "This little classmate is too nervous, so go down and prepare to come again." Ok, now let's invite the next contestant ... "I walked off the stage. Under the stage, I secretly cried. I feel sad when I think about what I just saw."

Didn't the teacher want me to take part in the competition? What's the use of crying? Make another sound in your mind. So, I dried my tears, picked up the book and read it silently for several times.

The second time, I went on stage again. Finally, I successfully recited it.

The results came out, and I actually won the first place in the third grade group, so that all three teachers gave me full marks. It was my first time to participate in the competition, and I have always cherished that award.

The campus is really a stage for me to show my style. Later, I was the host of the colonel's flag-raising ceremony. When I picked up the receiver and faced the whole school 1000 people, I was no longer nervous and afraid.

Campus makes me confident; Campus let me see; Campus, let me learn to be considerate; Campus, let me learn to work hard after failure. Campus, my stage

I want to show my grace on this stage that belongs to me.

9. Write a composition about music with a performance as the topic. I remember attending a training class in the third grade. The last theatrical performance impressed me the most. That afternoon, my mother sent me there. I stayed in the dressing room for a while before coming to perform. But I was so nervous that I almost forgot all the lines I recited. What should I do? I said to myself, I am the leader of this performance. If I fail, it will drag everyone down. One hour, two hours have passed, and it is getting closer and closer to our stage. When the host said, now please China Dance No.2 to perform on stage, the small host class will be ready. Then, everyone went backstage to prepare, and my heart beat faster. I repeatedly said to myself, calm down, calm down. But calm down. Oh, my God, how fast! It's about to go on stage. I was just about to ask the teacher for a megaphone, but I brought an unfortunate news: the megaphone is broken, so I have to pass the microphone. I'm even more panicked. What if I don't get it? On the stage, my heart is like eighteen buckets of water-it's falling up and down. The first sentence is what I said: for the sake of the motherland and the people, we * * * innovate the times. "Then I passed it on to the next person ... I didn't expect my worry to come true, it was really a basket! Because we adopted the method of exchanging microphones, the music had already passed before the microphone arrived. There was a buzz from below, which woke me up like a basin of cold water and made me more calm. I changed my formation and stood at the front. Hundreds of eyes looked at me, but I was not afraid. I was more calm. The performance ended with a sentence "We are innovating in the times! "Draw a full stop. This performance made me understand a truth: self-confidence is the first secret of success. You should believe that you will succeed.

10. Write a 600-word composition with an unforgettable party as the theme. 12 On February 30th, it was sunny and sunny. I participated in a dance performance called "Baby's Memory, Happy Growth", which is also a special report on the works of our dance teacher Li.

When I stepped into the studio, I was immediately attracted by the beautiful stage scenery. I saw clusters of pink, purple and blue balloons decorated in front of the stage, with six potted plants with leaves as big as one meter on both sides, and then a high green curtain decorated with white snowflakes. The most striking thing is the stage background, with strings of small lights hanging, which are like twinkling stars in the night sky against a deep purple curtain. Coupled with swaying colorful lights, the stage was beautifully dressed.

The performance officially began. The first program was when I was a baby. A group of lovely little girls are lying on the stage, stretching their arms and shaking their calves at will with the accompaniment of music. The image of a baby immediately appeared in front of my eyes. As the program continued, the baby grew up and performed two dances, Baby Can Walk and Step on the Rain for the First Time, which explained the innocent and lovely image of the baby.

The fourth dance is our turn. Our program is "The First Dream-Being a Soldier". More than 20 students in our class wore camouflage uniforms, berets, black boots and lightning gloves, and danced rhythmically with the accompaniment of the powerful music of Soldier Doll. We acted in unison and shouted loudly. Kicking, crossing, vertical crossing, and sweeping the legs are one after another difficult, and the audience under the stage applauded for us. Just as the lyrics say, "Soldiers and dolls are determined to win, not afraid of wind and rain, and exercise to defend the country", we danced vigorously and really set a great ambition to exercise from childhood and defend the country in the future.

In a standard military salute and warm applause from the audience, our dance ended. Next, our teacher Li came on stage. He performed with a group of boys, Lin Yuan's hero. I saw that they were all dressed in green uniforms, white ponchos and cotton caps, and they were running on the stage in neat rows. Teacher Li made a big jump, jumping high and steady, and the horizontal fork in the air was straight and flat, which won a full house applause. Sometimes they run in the beautiful forest, and sometimes they gallop on the snowy plain, and their eyes are bright. Accompanied by music, Yang Zirong was played to life.

Then the students performed dances such as Whispering for the first time, Going to School for the first time, Joining the Young Pioneers, Carrying My Big Bag, Happy Birthday, etc. These dances are telling the story of our growth, as if they were happening around us. They look particularly kind. Looking at them, we can't help but recall the years when we grew up and the scenes when we grew up.

After the dance performance, Miss Li returned to the stage surrounded by students. The audience applauded warmly for a long time. Everyone applauded warmly for this diligent, dedicated and talented teacher.

We ended the performance with cheers. This is really an unforgettable dance!