One of my proudest works.

The next day (6) Wang Yiqiu

That winter afternoon, my mother and I finished my most proud work in the warm sunshine.

Maybe it was a whim, a whim. After talking about the heritage, I especially want to make a handicraft with Nantong's blue calico. My mother and I discussed making a cup of "water hibiscus"

Online shopping for blue calico will arrive soon. When I opened the package and unfolded the cloth, the stable dark blue background of blue printed cotton cloth filled my vision. The flashing white pattern on the blue background is particularly dazzling. Some are random white spots, some are like ears of rice, and some don't know what flowers they are. They are impressively open and confident. These are probably the beautiful expectations of Nantong people! I wonder what kind of sparks will collide with the "muddy but not stained" lotus?

My mother and I first cut out petals of various sizes according to the craft, and then sewed them up. I cut it and my mother sewed it. Soft sunlight shines into the small window, warming a tablecloth. I cut the petals early and watched my mother sew them. So did I.

Pinch two petals of flowers, hold a needle and thread in your right hand, poke a needle on the edge a little, press it down with one hand, hold it down with the other hand, poke it down, then grab the needle from the bottom with your backhand, and pull it, and a sliver is finished. Poke it again, press it, lift it, press out a wrinkle and wear it inside. Flying up and down with both hands, the speed has improved a lot. While parroting, I also sewed some petals according to the gourd painting. Leave a hole and turn it inside. All the threads are hidden in it.

My mother and I are seriously sewing, that kind of concentration, that kind of cultural confidence.

The sun is gradually setting in the west, and the setting sun is like fire, splashing thousands of golden lights with a pen, getting drunk all over the floor, and the table is full of jumping gold and deep? Blue background. Those little white lines turned yellow in the yellow and red sunlight.

The small dish contains several common medicinal materials, such as Pogostemon, Mint and Perilla frutescens, which exudes a quiet fragrance and overflows the nasal cavity. Carefully put them in petals, put them in a lotus flower, close the gap, and then I will sew them all together. Holding the steel wire, the lotus can pose in various positions again. Put it in a cup, and then take two flower bones made by my mother and me. They are exactly the same, high and low, and graceful!

Looking at this cup of lotus, the deep blue also made my heart settle down at once. Blue calico contains profound cultural connotations, and its elegant and fresh colors contain Nantong people's expectations for a better life. This cup of lotus is made of such auspicious cloth, and my mother and I sewed it in inadvertently.

This lotus is a combination of family and culture, and it is my most satisfying work. Looking at such a lotus with personality quietly, I also look forward to: May everything be beautiful in my 2022!

Comments: Personal participation, emotional, delicate process description, meticulous description in place, not only feel the warmth of the family, but also feel the charm of national traditional culture, and appreciate the wisdom of working people.

? 2. One of my proudest works

? Junior two (6) high-end

On the stage, the dance "Fanghua" ended in a fading melody, and a beam of lights lit up the girls' faces. I stood in the center of the stage and felt the dazzling light. That light is the stage lamp, my love and my dream.

I stared at the dark crowd and plucked the strings of memory until then. ...

Soon after I entered junior high school, I couldn't wait to choose a dance club. I just got the certificate of 10 at that time, and I want to continue to love what I love. The course of the club is once a week, and gradually the "we" in different classes get to know each other.

A few weeks later, the teacher decided to rehearse a campus art festival in the dance participation area. Thus, the 1 rehearsal of Fanghua began, probably because of the first cooperation. Everyone's tacit understanding needs to be strengthened, and it is always difficult to achieve complete reunification.

So we accelerated the rehearsal. Every weekend, whenever we are free, we will rehearse in the dance studio. "One two three four five six seven eight" "Stop!" "One more time!" "Adjust this action again!" Dance takes shape in rehearsal again and again.

I hold a red silk scarf, thinking about the pace of the teacher's demonstration over and over again, thinking about the beautiful posture of the girls in the art troupe in the dance, trying my best to show beauty and hope in the dance, and turning the usual dull eyes into the gentle eyes of the girls, which changes with the ups and downs of music. ...

In the rehearsal after that, the teacher was also amazed at our rapid progress, and the dance was also loved and supported by many leaders. Finally, our "Fanghua" ushered in the first opportunity to perform on stage.

The backstage teacher hooked the last eyebrow peak for my makeup. In the mirror, I seem to have become a "girl of the work group" written decades ago, looking forward to dancing my youth.

"Please invite the students who are gifted with education to bring us the dance" Youth "..." The light is on, and the familiar melody rings in our ears. We stood in the center of the huge stage, holding a red scarf, spinning and jumping, stretching our arms ... "Bang-",I was immersed in the dance, and I didn't know whose scarf I stepped on and slipped on the stage. I didn't have time to think about it, so I stood up as soon as possible. After the performance, teachers and classmates came to comfort me, and I made up my mind to be a better myself in the next performance.

A few weeks later, the dance "Fanghua" was selected to participate in the activities of the district education system to celebrate the 0/00th anniversary of the founding of the People's Republic of China/KLOC. It is a familiar stage and a familiar melody. The spotlight is on. A group of girls with two pigtails, white shirts, army green pants and red scarves are dancing on the stage. They smiled with expectation and danced with the most beautiful "youth". With the soft music, I pay attention to adjust my pace and movements to prevent myself from making the last mistake again. ...

Finally, the dance came to a successful conclusion with warm applause. I also applaud myself gently, for myself, for myself who insists on love, and for the girls who walk side by side with me in pursuit of their dreams.

Youth is still good and sunshine is still there. This dance is my favorite work recently. It will stay in my memory forever, and I will move on with its beauty!

Comments: This paper records the real situation of the dance "Fanghua" from rehearsal to performance, with sincere feelings. The road to chasing dreams will not be smooth sailing, and a good work will not happen overnight. It needs to be polished repeatedly before it can be finally presented. It may not be perfect, and there will be bumps in the process, but as long as you keep working hard in your inner direction, your dream will eventually blossom into beautiful flowers.

3. One of my proudest works

In the second quarter (6) Lv Jiaxian

At the end of the curtain call, with the appearance of props, the screams of surprise off the field pushed the atmosphere of the New Year's Day party to a climax. Looking at the other four faces with heavy makeup, I took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "Come on, everyone, come on!" " Adjust your expression, pull the brim and walk onto the stage.

The familiar music sounded, the stage lights gathered on us, and the audience was followed by deafening screams. I glanced at my two stepmother on both sides with my eyes. The aura is cold and the eyes are cold and arrogant. Our three stepmother disdainfully glanced at the envelope in her hand, and the performance began.

Under the light, we cooperated tacitly, everyone entered the state, and their movements and demeanor were grasped incisively and vividly. From time to time, they rolled their eyes contemptuously and sipped tea gently, while the two men looked at each other with their mouths curled. We performed vividly on the stage, and the audience under the stage was fascinated. When we made a curtain call, the music teacher in the audience smiled and nodded slightly. The audience applauded warmly again, and the audience held high the light sticks and cheered loudly; I also have gorgeous flowers in my heart.

begin

"Find more classmates and practice well. Maybe you can go to the New Year's party! " The head teacher pointed to the information sent by the music teacher and told me with expectation in his eyes. I was stunned and at a loss. There is only one month left, and I am uneasy.

Fortunately, I have an effective "actor team" to find opportunities to rehearse from intensive study breaks. During the lunch break at noon, the five of us found a secluded classroom in a quiet campus, followed the original video again and again, learned and imitated the pronunciation, movements and expressions of words, and solved problems together without any contradiction or conflict. Every time I see their slightly tired and tired faces, my heart is full of guilt and love, but they concentrate on practicing without complaining. Time also slipped away unconsciously.

set back

Rehearsal is held three days before the performance. At this time, we sat confidently in the front row, waiting for inspection. The previous programs were wonderful, and we cheered from the heart. As the general director, the music teacher only added a little comment after the end. But when we arrived, when the last note of the accompaniment ended, I found that several teachers under the stage were discussing something fiercely. I couldn't help but feel a sharp heart, and the four friends also showed doubts.

The music teacher frowned slightly and said to us, "You can't sit there all the time in this performance. You can't do it without walking and body movements! Hurry and practice more! "

We rushed to the music classroom overnight without hesitation. Facing the mirror, five people take turns to dig out the details, and with the participation of body movements, they have a deeper and deeper understanding of the character.

End of movement

Later, from time to time, a strange classmate leaned in and asked, "Did you play a stepmother tea party?" I nodded and smiled. Unconsciously, this has become my most proud work!

Comments: A short article recorded a meaningful life, such as a boat full of hope, friendship escort, frustration help, and finally returned to my hometown. The full-text language is vivid, the structure is reasonable, and the writing style is stretched.

4. One of my proudest works

Cheng Hongyu

The new year has arrived, the year is approaching and the Spring Festival has begun. In this festival, there is a kind of pride, which transcends the long time and space, bypasses the turbulent night and lingers in the long river of years. I stopped to realize that this should be my last work of 202 1 and my proudest work.

Pushing open the door of the study, a thick ink came to my face. I haven't seen my teacher for half a year, and everything is the same, except that the old black and white words were replaced by red, black or red gold at the end of this year. The teacher took out a piece of red paper and laid it flat on the felt, flattening it with ballast. I quietly grabbed a wolf hair and moistened it with a little ink. The teacher stood behind me with his hands negative.

? The end of the pen dances at will, walking between dragons and snakes, looking like a bone, naturally feeling proud and dazzled. The teacher came up to me with his hand behind his back: "Write slowly, calm down and write every picture!" " "I stopped to look at my handwriting, but on delicate red paper, my handwriting is like delicate grass, which seems to be blown down by a gust of wind at any time.

? The teacher took a deep breath. "Come, I'll show you." She dipped her brush in ink several times and slowly scraped off the excess ink on the edge of the inkstone. She sat motionless, and the ink passed out from the tip of the pen, like running water. I hold the Qingfeng Mountain again, and flowers are born on red paper. Or dragonflies, or twists. I touched and imitated the teacher's brushwork just now, and touched each stroke slowly with the nib, and the fingertips became black and white because the pen was too tight.

The breeze passed through the window screen, soft as silk sand, and a corner of the red paper was lifted by the wind. I rubbed the turned rice paper with my hand, and the handwriting gradually became strong. My impetuous heart is like an erratic dandelion, and I finally found my own fertile soil.

The paper is still, and the voice of the pages calls for love. A few gold-plated characters on scarlet rice paper sparkled. Looking back at the teacher, she was looking at me with a smile and her heart was bright. I use heartstrings as my pen, my heart as my inkstone, and heaven and earth as my emblem. Mo Lian blooms at the touch of paper. I no longer pursue speed and elegance, but step by step. When the finger is turned and the hook is broken, the heart is empty.

I raised my hand, raised my pen, and joined hands.

After the completion of a Spring Festival couplets, the teacher nodded and praised again and again: "If the heart is quiet, everything is quiet; Everything must be beautiful, such as the heart. "

"Happy New Year" and "12,000 pieces of gold" ... each one reveals the expectation of the New Year and good wishes to relatives, and everything continues in customs and joy.

The bright moon soothes my mood. This work makes me proud. There is patience, waiting, affection and love for China customs in this work. ......

Comments:

Although I can't dance for the time being, it is also a wonderful enjoyment to calm down and splash ink. As long as there is a dream in your heart, life is a stage everywhere. If you do every little thing carefully, you are not far from success. Come on!

5. One of my proudest works

Six poems the next day

When I was a child, I often flew kites in my hometown. I always proudly send my kite with lovely patterns into the sky, and then run on the concrete floor with the thread. At this time, there are always children shouting and clapping around me. Tired of running again, I took the string, sat with the stones on the roadside, and watched others fly kites with my parents.

Kites have different shapes, and so do people who fly kites. I noticed an old man who seemed to like kites. As long as there is wind, he will come out and there is no one around. He is about the same age as my grandparents. He always wears a khaki cotton-padded jacket with an apron and a dark blue hat. There were no cheers around, and he was silent. At that time, his kite was loud and unique in shape. I'm curious about this old man. I always look at him carefully when I walk by.

He seemed to notice my eyes, looked at me and said, "Little girl, do you know what that is?" Said and pointed to the other end of the rope. I glanced at the end of the rope and said doubtfully, "Of course it's a kite, otherwise?" He shook his head and said mysteriously, "inaccurate, this kind of kite has a special name, called cricket." I have heard a lot about harriers, but I have never seen them with my own eyes. I looked at the other end of the rope curiously, and it really was the banyan tree I heard. "Do you have anything urgent this afternoon?" He asked. Mom and dad looked at each other and shook their heads at the old man. He then asked, "Are you interested in making a small kite?" I paused, and then nodded. So he invited us to his house.

Entering the gate, there is a large living room. The walls are covered with large and small kites, and there is a big table in the middle. The table is filled with bamboo strips, white cloth, ink pigments, hot melt glue gun and finished bamboo whistle. He pointed to the wall and said proudly, "I made all these, and I like doing it." Dad nodded approvingly. He brought us chairs and motioned us to sit down. So we began to follow the old man step by step.

Afternoon sunshine spilled into the house through the window and shone on the old man's face, making him more kind.

Pick (cut) first. I compared, measured and carefully selected three sizes of bamboo chips from a pile of bamboo chips on the table, and completed the first step of my work. Next, let's make boxes. Mother coated some hot melt adhesive on both ends of bamboo strips, and combined several bamboo strips as envisaged, thus forming the framework of cricket. "The next step is to stick the white cloth on the frame, but first you have to draw the desired decoration on it." I hesitated for a while, drawing on rice paper. I'm good at it, but drawing on white cloth is very challenging. "Try it," mom said. "Maybe it will look good." I am eager to try. I picked up a brush and drew two strokes on the cloth with brown pigment and clear water. Just when he fainted, the sparrow's fat body appeared, furry. When it is dry, draw its eyes, mouth and claws with ink, and a lovely sparrow will jump out of the paper. The old man said encouragingly, "This painting is good." I am very proud, and with the eaves and others, the whole painting looks very harmonious. Then stick the cloth on the frame. I carefully applied the melted glue to the frame, spread the cloth flat and pasted it on. Finally, plug in the bamboo whistle and tie the rope, and you're done. The old man smiled and said, "My little daughter is great. She was so successful for the first time. " I cherish my masterpiece, smiled shyly, thanked the old man and said goodbye. At that time, it was already dusk.

The harrier stands on the bedside table with a picture of a harmonious family. Under the eaves is a family of three, around the table, rinse the hot pot. On the eaves, greedy sparrows are enjoying the beautiful scenery. Everything is warm and harmonious.

Comments: The examples are novel and true, expressing the true feelings, and the language is pure and simple, revealing the memories of making the harrier style.

6. One of my proudest works

Two (6) Banqu

Teenagers should have Ling Yunzhi instead of whipping themselves.

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The meaning of youth has quietly surfaced. It is like a stone, with sharp corners that can catch people, and a hard body, so that I can travel unscrupulously in this light and have enough courage and confidence to pick up treasures.

Back to the starting point

I have just entered the third grade, and I can finally get a writing brush. This is what I expected a long time ago. I hope I am talented and poetic. As a starting point, I believe that my peers are backward, so I dare not slack off. I vaguely remember that I observed the teacher's rough fingers twisting the wet tip of the pen body to submit ink to the rice paper, and the result was dirty. A mysterious and ancient emotion spread in my mind and branded my dream. The warm sun outside the window moves slowly, and the golden silk thread pulls my golden dream.

The ups and downs of dreams

I almost became a bookworm. At the beginning, I either used a brush or used air to rotate. I caught up with my peers in one year and was often praised by teachers. This has also become the pride of my parents. Everyone is very happy for me. It is naive to think that my dream will be smooth sailing from now on.

The first time I wrote a work, I was full of confidence after submitting it. I put on the coat of self-confidence, never doubted and worried about my ability. It is the sun that is anxious, as if secretly stinging my face. Is the dream shattered? My work didn't stand out, but was submerged in a pile of waste paper. It was in the small promotion stage at that time. This blow made me choose between my study and my interest. I put down my pen.

Relay with dreams again

When I entered junior high school, I was lucky to meet the best teachers and classmates. The teacher loves beauty, not herself, but her surroundings. She loves our smug smiles, plants, flowers and birds from the bottom of her heart. I can clearly remember that her first sentence in class was not to lecture, but to share the morning clouds with us. After that, I also watched the cloud and praised it again and again. The color and layout of the cloud are just right, and it pays off. It was wider than our heads, and we were shocked by the proper posture.

The talents of classmates are enviable. Some of them are also followers of calligraphy, and they are very dazzling. Their light surrounds me with the light in the clouds. I finally can't stand it, my dream should not be put down!

I opened the cupboard again, and it was filled with neat brushes and paper inkstones, which were cleverly spread out. My dream came to me. I am a little strange to writing, but I write with taste, feeling and love. A work is completed in the ups and downs of the heart. At this time, the sun is still there, and confidence is sprinkled on me, forming a coat of confidence. Such calligraphy works will make me proud in the future, and there will be better products in the future, but the confident coat will never fade.

The sun outside the window rises higher and higher, and the eye-catching orange is red, which is as unforgettable as meeting a dream many years ago.

Comments: Keep a balance between learning interest and pursuing what you love.

7. One of my most satisfying works

In the second quarter (6) Ni Yuxin

One of my most satisfying works is a painting about my childhood, in which there is a path paved with phoenix leaves, one big and one small with two backs holding hands.

That day, I wanted to draw a landscape painting on a whim. I thought about it for a long time and I didn't have a clue. Leaning against the window, looking at the bustling crowd outside the window, my mind suddenly flashed across the indus trail in the country. I vaguely remember the sky that day, clear and cloudless, as if coated with a layer of light blue gouache, everything was soaked in the sun and wrapped in warmth.

When the wind blows, the leaves of plane trees fall gently, which has a unique fragrance.

When I was a child, there was a row of old bungalows at the end of the fallen leaves in autumn. In the countryside, what I remember vividly is the path covered with ginkgo leaves that my grandfather and I often walk. I drew it, and it came to me. I made a light draft with a pencil. When the two lines intersect slightly, the outline of a path is completed, and the tree is to be drawn below. The tall and straight trees were painted with a layer of yellow pigment, and the vicissitudes of life were abnormal. I first found all the yellows, from deep to light, and tried to draw a gradual feeling. As time went on, I finished painting the big tree, which was a long time ago. When the tree is completed, the main event will be drawn. The leading role must be me and grandpa.

Thinking, thinking, I seem to have returned to my childhood and trotted with my grandfather. Exhausted and panting, I still can't catch up after all. I sat on the ground, picked up a golden ginkgo leaf, attracted the misguided caterpillars on the ground, intercepted the ants in a hurry, and giggled at the confused bugs passing by Doby, which was very lively. I picked up a bright yellow leaf and handed it to grandpa happily. He would always pick me up and quickly leave the ground as if to fly. I giggled and watched the plane leaves fall gently in front of my grandfather's eyes, the sun shone in his shallow wrinkles, the wind passed through the silvery white hidden in his black hair, and the years roared by.

In the shade of buttonwood leaves, grandpa stood below, looked at me from a distance and smiled. Tiny sunshine quietly fell on his hair, making his face red. I gently took grandpa's hand. I shudder at the thought of it. I have grown up, but my grandfather is old. Time passes mercilessly on my grandfather. It pains me to think of it.

I picked up a pencil for sketching, sketched a thin and tall grandfather, a short and skipping me, and walked hand in hand to the end of the path. Stepping in the footsteps of fallen leaves, stepping in the footsteps of grandpa, stepping in the footsteps of time, I held grandpa's hand tightly and walked slowly.

One of my most satisfying works is this painting. I named it "Childhood Trail" because it is full of childhood memories. My relatives and I slowed down and took a road paved with phoenix leaves, watching the afterglow of the sunset reflect the red clouds, which was quiet and beautiful.

8. One of my proudest works

The second day in Yang Zihan.

Every bit of life is worth remembering, and every harvest is a work we are proud of.

Another happy Saturday. While I was doing my homework and having fun, I came across a delicious course on mashed potatoes. I got up in an instant, had an itch to try, and watched the tutorial several times. I don't know if I'm the kind of remnant party with eyes and hands. In short, I went into the kitchen with a try mentality.

It's really lucky that there are just two potatoes left at home, both of which are big and round, just right for me. Wash the soil off the surface with water first, and then prepare to peel it, mostly because I don't often go into the kitchen, so I searched for a long time to find this peeling tool. I don't use it often. I held the potato in my left hand and pressed it down with a peeler in my right hand, and the beige potato skin was peeled off layer by layer. I dug out the inside, made the potatoes round and smooth, and finally peeled them clean. The next more arduous task is to cut potatoes, pick up a heavy kitchen knife and look at the sharp blade. I shuddered and thought I must pay attention to safety and not cut my hand again. I calmed down, carefully put the knife on the potato, found a good spacing, and cut hard, although I cut it. I tried to cut it several times, and slowly succeeded in mastering the method of evenly cutting potato chips, and successfully completed this step. Next, I put the potato chips on a plate and steam them for 20 minutes. I said I was looking forward to the waiting time. I take out the potatoes, crush them, pour in the milk and flatten them. All this is a piece of cake for me.

The most important thing next is the preparation of sauce, which directly determines the taste. I added corn starch, oil, pepper and water according to the tutorial, and then cooked it in a pot until it became light brown and sticky. Finally, I poured the mixed sauce on the mashed potatoes that looked like hills. It looks like a tutorial, I don't know how it tastes.

Of course, I have to find a judge to taste and comment on my own food. My younger brother who was playing beside me became my chief taster. I brought him the mashed potatoes that I had just made, secretly pleased, and dug a spoonful to feed my brother. Seeing my brother's sweet grin, I ate spoonfuls after spoonfuls. I know my work has been successful, and my heart is full of joy.

Everyone has his day, and this is my masterpiece, which includes my first cooking experience, my persistent feeling of taking one thing seriously, and my brand-new taste in life and food. I hope I can create many excellent works to share my happiness with you in the future!

Parental comments: Every bit of life is a growing experience. I dare to try and practice, constantly absorb truth, goodness and beauty from my study and life, feel the experience, harvest and fun brought by doing everything with my heart, share these happiness with others and light up my inner light!