The story of me and music 15 stories of me and music 1

"Let us swing the oars, the boat pushes away the waves, and the beautiful white tower is reflected on the sea, surrounded by Surrounded by green trees and red walls..." Whenever the students in our class hear the song "Let's Swing the Oars", they will get excited. This has to start with that incident when I was in third grade...

I remember it was the annual Children's Day, the weather was sunny and the air was fresh. The principal informed us that there will be a chorus activity in the afternoon to celebrate Children’s Day. Our teacher told us that what we sang was "Let's Swing the Oars". After hearing this, we jumped three feet high and wished we could show off our singing voices now. The teacher said: "Rehearsing takes time. We will rehearse this morning. Time is tight. Do you have the confidence to practice?" We answered in unison: "Yes!"

The rehearsal started, and the teacher taught us first Seeing that we studied the lyrics so seriously, the teacher also showed a happy smile. After the teacher taught us the lyrics, he told us that when we sang, the tune should be melodious and not dry and tasteless. So we practiced it several times according to the teacher's requirements. The teacher asked me to give a demonstration to everyone. After listening to it, the teacher said: "It's not bad. It's just the boat pushing away the waves. You sang it as the boat gently pushing away the waves. Added an extra light." I removed the light again. I sang to the teacher, and the teacher kept praising me for singing well. In order to perform better in the afternoon, I went home at noon and practiced against the clock after dinner. In the end, my voice became hoarse.

In the afternoon, we lined up and when the fifth grade finished singing, we went on stage. I saw that some of the students were excited and some were nervous. The teacher encouraged us: "Don't be nervous, treat the classmates below as air, and sing according to the melodious tune during rehearsal." When the music started, we sang along with the music. As I sang, I seemed to see the Young Pioneers rowing boats on the sparkling lake. The beautiful white pagoda was reflected on the mirror-like lake. The deep-rooted and leafy green trees beside the lake were like guards, tall and tall. The beautiful red wall is like a fortress. The singing of the Young Pioneers rippled in the air... After the performance, the students were all immersed in the music. When they woke up, the audience burst into applause.

I love music. Music can not only relax my mood, but also sort out my troubled thoughts. The beating notes allow thoughts to shuttle through it and become intoxicated... My Story with Music 2

Everyone has their favorite song, and some like the high and exciting "March of the Volunteers"; Some like the soothing and leisurely "Moonlight Song"; some like the passionate "High Song"; but my favorite song is "Phoenix Bamboo Under the Moonlight"

This song Although it is not a world-famous song that everyone is familiar with, nor is it an inspiring national anthem, it is the first song in my life. When I was in my mother's belly, my mother often played it to me, which destined me to have an indissoluble bond with it.

Today, I turned on the player again and listened to this familiar and long-lost song. It still had such a beautiful melody. Surrounded by melodious tunes, I seemed to have entered a new world. The bamboo forest under the moonlight came into view, and the clear stream slowly flowed by me. The gurgling water made me feel happy, happy and comfortable! There is a feeling of being in mother's arms.

Music brings me a happy and relaxed feeling. It seems to be a little friend of mine. Our story is warm and happy! Story of Me and Music 3

We have a disc of "The Complete Collection of World Classical Songs" at home. Dad often listens to this music CD when he is free. Among this CD, my favorite is "Schubert Serenade".

When I listened to this piece of music for the first time, I was fascinated by it. I closed my eyes and shook my head gently to the rhythm, muttering in my heart: "What beautiful music!" I seemed to have entered the world of music... This beautiful and peaceful music reminded me of such a scene. : The bright moonlight shines on the sea, and the sea is calm for a while, and then stirs up waves. The waves are rising slowly, and they are whispering how they are teasing the beach. The waves hit the beach, disappeared in the blink of an eye, and were driven out by their mother in a while. They were really a group of naughty dolls. Beach was not angry, but fell asleep sweetly.

A man held his chin with his hands, staring blankly at the moon in the night outside the window, thinking about something on his mind. A mother holds her baby in her arms and pats him gently to make him fall asleep. The puppy yawned, turned around and fell asleep, and suddenly began to purr, not knowing how to appreciate music at all. The tree was fluttering in the wind, and the leaves on the tree made a rustling sound, as if they were intoxicated. The two people under the tree were hugging each other and talking for a long time. This beautiful scene keeps popping up in my mind.

The song ended. After a while, I woke up. It seemed that I wanted to fall asleep. I raised my spirits and wanted to paint this beautiful scene.

This is the story of me and music. Story of Me and Music 4

The weather is getting colder and autumn is here. The wind blows on the body, making it slightly cool. However, like a puppet, I didn't feel the slightest cold and walked numbly towards home.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew, so much so that the paper in my hand was blown away. I had to bend down and pick up the piece of paper. To be precise, it was not an ordinary piece of paper, but an examination paper.

If it were the past, I would definitely smile like a flower. But, today, I lowered my head and looked at the big red cross on the test paper, and tears couldn't stop falling.

I am among the best in our class, so I am very proud of myself. Maybe God couldn't stand it and gave me a stumbling block, causing me to fall on the most basic questions.

When I got home, I mechanically handed the exam paper to my mother. My mother saw it and instead of scolding me, she comforted me softly. But I was arrogant and in a bad mood. Not only did I fail to understand my mother, I even misunderstood that my mother was here to ridicule me.

Annoying, annoying, annoying! How annoying! I locked myself in the room alone and listened to music with headphones.

"How can you see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain? No one succeeds casually. Grasp every touch in life and embrace your beloved friends passionately..." When I heard this song, I suddenly became enlightened.

Although I failed the test, it was just a small mistake, no big deal. If you fall down, stand up again. My mother treats me sincerely, but I...

Thinking of this, I rushed out of the room, hugged my mother, and whispered to her: "Mom, thank you!"...

Thinking of this, I rushed out of the room, hugged my mother, and whispered to her: "Thank you!" Story 5 of Me and Music

In fact, I didn’t like music when I was a child, but when I Under my mother's "force", I learned the electronic keyboard for a month and the guzheng for a week. I don't like the guzheng because I can't play it well. Maybe I'm not destined to play it! Because of the hard work of studying, my mother finally stopped forcing me to learn piano.

As I grow up day by day, somehow, I suddenly fall in love with music. When I am happy, I will play a cheerful song. When I am sad, I will play a cheerful song. A low-key song, so music is like my loyal friend, happy with me and sad with me.

Once in an English class, after the teacher finished speaking, we asked us to practice by ourselves. I couldn’t help but put on my headphones, turned on one of the most popular songs at the time, and started singing along with the rhythm of the music. . Because I was wearing headphones, I actually forgot that I was in class. Next, of course, my classmates looked at me, but I had no idea why they were looking at me. "How dare you sing in class" the classmate next to me whispered. Then it dawned on me. His face turned red, but fortunately the teacher didn't notice.

Another time, the teacher asked me to write a composition. At that time, I was secretly listening to music and did not remember the topic. Ding-ding-ding-dang, it was time to end school. I was still there and didn't notice that my classmates were gone. I opened my eyes and saw that there was no one in the classroom, and I realized that school was over. I didn’t know what my homework was. When I got home, because I didn’t know what to do, I covered my head with a quilt and cried silently. I should stand up and not be knocked down by mistakes and setbacks... My relationship with music Story 6

Actually, I didn’t like music when I was a child, but under my mother’s “force”, I learned the electronic keyboard for a month and the guzheng for a week. I didn’t like the guzheng because I I always play poorly, maybe I am not destined to him! Due to the hard work of studying, my mother finally stopped forcing me to learn piano.

As I grow up day by day, somehow, I suddenly fall in love with music. When I am happy, I will play a cheerful song; but when I am sad, I will play a cheerful song. A low-key song, so music is like my loyal good friend, always happy and sad with me, accompanying me when I grow up.

Once, in an information class, after the teacher finished speaking, we asked us to practice by ourselves. First, I put on my headphones and turned on the most popular song at the time, "Have to Love", and followed the rhythm of the music. , I couldn’t help but sing along. Because I was wearing headphones, I forgot I was in class! Next, of course, my classmates looked at me in surprise, but I had no idea why they were looking at me. "How dare you sing in class?" the classmate next to me whispered to me. At this time, it suddenly dawned on me. His face turned red, but fortunately the teacher didn't notice.

Another time, New Year’s Day was coming, and the head teacher told us that each class would put on several programs, and on New Year’s Day there would be a New Year’s Day celebration and performances in the whole school. I thought to myself: "Isn't this a good opportunity to train myself? I can play the electronic keyboard." At that time, the music committee member of our class decided to film and rehearse a dance called "Peacock Dance". My classmates asked me to participate, so I did because I also like dancing. However, in order to surpass other classes, they decided to rehearse every day after school, so naturally I had no time to practice playing the piano. But as a member of the class, I should also put the interests of the class first, so I had no reason to refuse and had to spend a very small part of my time practicing piano. On New Year's Day, I felt so nervous because I knew I hadn't practiced well...

Finally it was my turn. I stepped onto the podium, my heart pounding, for fear that I would make a mistake. One syllable..., the program finally ended, and it was time to award awards. As a result, our "Peacock Dance" won the first prize, but my electronic keyboard solo did not win. At that time, I really wanted to find a place to sew. Go in there and have a good cry because it's my first time playing on stage and it's important to me whether it succeeds or not. But I held back. Afraid of being laughed at by my classmates, when I got home, I lay on the bed and cried silently. I thought a lot. I know that I have fought an unprepared battle, and I should learn from it, stand up, and not be knocked down by failure... My Story with Music 7

Music is pleasant and intoxicating. Speaking of music, the first thing that comes to my mind is a very famous song "Moonlight".

At that time, I selected the books to buy in the bookstore. Picking, I never know when I'm going to hear a song. I stopped to listen and felt that the song was very soft and felt strange and familiar.

Looking at the people around them, they couldn't help but put the book in their hands and hum the melody of the music. Their eyes are slightly closed and their faces show an expression of appreciation.

Even the bookstore owner was intoxicated. According to the melody of the song, the boss's hand was slapped on his leg.

I was also fascinated by this music. I closed my eyes and the music shook my head. At this time, a scene appeared in my mind. I was sitting on a boat floating on the sea, watching the moon rise brighter and brighter. On the sparkling microwave sea, silver light spread throughout the room, and the waves kept rising and falling, as if they were whispering again...

This song fascinates me. Suddenly, the sound startled me. Oh, it turned out that it was closing, so I reluctantly left the bookstore. Since then, I remembered this wonderful song - "Moonlight Song".

Students, listen too, you will be intoxicated too! My Story with Music 8

Music is pleasant, music is intoxicating. Speaking of music, I will definitely think of a very famous song - "Moonlight Song" first.

That time, I was in the bookstore choosing books to buy. I was picking and choosing, and at some point a song sounded in my ears. I stopped to listen and felt that this song was very soft and felt both strange and familiar.

Looking at the people around me, they couldn't help but put down the books in their hands and hummed along with the melody of the music. Their eyes were slightly closed, and expressions of appreciation showed on their faces.

Even the bookstore owner was intoxicated.

The boss's hands were slapping his legs up and down in accordance with the melody of this song...

I was also intoxicated in this music. I closed my eyes and my head swayed with the music. At this time, in A scene appeared in my mind - I was sitting on a boat floating on the sea, watching the bright moon rise higher and higher, the sparkling sea surface was instantly covered with silver light, and the waves continued to flow. The ground undulated, as if whispering again...

I was intoxicated with this piece of music. Suddenly, a ringing sound startled me, oh, it turned out to be closing, and I reluctantly left the bookstore. . From then on, I remembered this wonderful song - "Moonlight Song".

Students, listen to it too, you will also be intoxicated by it! Story of Me and Music 9

"Pa, bang, bang..." A group of teenagers were sweating in the sun. The basket refracted a ray of sunlight, and the metallic luster had the beauty of a photo.

With the bright lights overhead, the quiet space is filled with the aroma of book ink, and the occasional sound of turning pages is like the most beautiful film reel in an old movie.

It emits an unusually dazzling light.

A thin figure walked quietly, with a few fallen yellow leaves behind him swirling in the wind. It took a long time before they fell to the ground, adding a bit of desolation to the picture, just like that figure. ,Lonely. Nothing could fill that void in her heart, she was me. I also want something, something that can make me excited, work hard for, and be crazy about, something that can give me some emotional sustenance.

Passing by private areas, the light on their faces pierced my eyes like needles, almost gouging out my heart. There are wisps of lonely souls floating on the road, with no support, no roots, no substance, and ethereal. They are all suffering from the same problem as me.

A feeling of boredom arises out of nowhere, and the upcoming sports test makes people even less excited. Play music, put on headphones, close your eyelids slightly, and feel very comfortable under the warm winter sunshine. Suddenly, the soft and soothing tune in the headphones changed, and an unfamiliar song came out. I accidentally noticed the lyrics. They were ordinary, but they gave me a heavy blow.

"We are all little people, we should recognize ourselves, but as a little person, we should also make our own efforts. Even if your dream is still out of reach, your efforts can only move yourself. . Why bother looking for traces of existence in the crowd? Don’t be yourself in the eyes of others. No one needs to confirm your great dream. Just do your best. ”

Long-distance running is very tiring and my legs are sore. Let me not want it, and the choice to give up comes naturally. The melody and lyrics in my mind tell me that even if no one cares about you and no one values ??your efforts, no matter how small an ant is, it still has its pride. You don’t need to be looked down upon by others, but you can’t let yourself be looked down upon.

Finally arrived at the end, lying flat on the red plastic track, feeling the hot penetration, closing my eyes, the orange-red world, the music notes echoing. The corners of my mouth are raised, this is the story of me and music, when it is injected, my eyes will also shine with joy. Story of Me and Music 10

Dear leaders, teachers, dear students:

Hello everyone!

I am Du Sihan from Class 5 and 6. The title of my speech today is "My Growth". Class 5 and 6 is a wind band class. I am a member of the wind band class, and my major is flute.

During the summer vacation of the second grade, our school established a wind band class. During the interview, I walked into the door of the flute classroom and walked into the wind band class with the mood of giving it a try.

My growth is closely related to the flute. When everyone was learning bass sol together, everyone played correctly one after another, but I always played high, and I already had the idea of ??giving up. After returning home, I told my parents what happened during class and expressed my thoughts. My parents told me: "It doesn't matter, as long as you practice diligently, you will definitely be able to practice well." So in the next few days, I practiced the flute over and over again, and sure enough, I got better and better at playing the flute.

As time goes by, my flute level is getting better and better. In order for me to get better and better on the road of venues, our family went to Beijing to "play" during the National Day holiday last year.

But the main purpose of coming here is not to have fun, but to try out flute lessons at a music education institution in Beijing. Before that, I had been learning flute from Teacher Tian in the school band. But my mother found that if she wanted to go to the National Conservatory of Music in Paris, she had to study with top teachers in the country. So I selected several Beijing music education institutions online and finally selected one. After trying out flute lessons, it was good. Two months later, my parents decided to let me take lessons there. When the staff told me the extremely expensive tuition fee of 700 yuan per session, I was dumbfounded, but my parents paid the money without any hesitation. Then I started learning flute from the deputy principal flute of the National Center for the Performing Arts. My level has improved by leaps and bounds. In order to bring me one step closer to my dream, my parents found China's first generation flute master and asked me to learn the flute from him. Now that I have reached Level 5, the difficulty comes again when I receive new music. There was one etude that was particularly difficult and I couldn't practice it well. I became frustrated again and even started to hate the flute.

"There is no way out despite the mountains and rivers, and there is a village full of bright willows and flowers." After a few days of struggle, I picked up the flute again and practiced it myself. In the end, this piece turned out to be a piece of cake for me.

“Where there is a will, there is a way.” So every setback, as long as we don’t give up, will accelerate our growth. Thank you everyone. This concludes my speech! Story of Me and Music 11

"Let us row the oars, and the boat gently pushes away the waves. The beautiful white tower is reflected on the sea, surrounded by green trees and red walls..." This song The song's beautiful melody and poetic lyrics have been echoing in my mind and lingering.

It was a sunny afternoon. The teacher said: "Tomorrow is Children's Day. First of all, I want to wish all the students a happy holiday; secondly, our school will hold an activity to celebrate Children's Day. We will participate A chorus program, think about what song our class should sing?" After our discussion, everyone unanimously decided to sing "Let's Swing the Oars". The teacher agreed.

In the next few classes, the teacher asked us to practice chorus. The teacher copied the lyrics on the blackboard along with the melody, and some students who could sing began to hum along. After copying, the teacher led me to sing sentence by sentence. Listening to the beautiful singing voice, I thought to myself: The teacher sang so beautifully, I must be like the teacher! Singing to standard. Practicing like this over and over again makes you stronger and more complete every time. In the end, my voice was so hoarse that I couldn't speak, but I think it was all worth it!

On Children’s Day, the school was filled with joy. The teacher cheered us on and encouraged us not to be nervous and just perform normally. When we came on stage, we saw all our classmates wearing uniforms and bright red scarves. They walked onto the stage with their heads held high and quickly stood up in front of the stage. When the music started, we sang along with the melody in unison, and I seemed to see a small boat floating gently on the sparkling lake; the clear lake water was like a mirror, reflecting the surrounding white towers and red walls; The squeaking oars passed through the water, making circles of ripples, and the reflection of the red wall in the water swayed; the melodious singing of the young pioneers on the boat echoed in our campus together with our singing. When the music stopped, our perfect performance won the teacher's happy smile and everyone's deafening applause.

The beauty of music is unparalleled. When you are intoxicated with the melody of music, you will often be filled with surprises and touches inadvertently. It is really a happy thing to participate in the chorus. The beautiful tunes are heart-wrenching, emotional and sultry. They always make people feel excited and touch my heart all the time. Story of Me and Music 12

Xian Xinghai once said: Music is the greatest happiness in life; music is a clear spring in life; music is a melting pot that cultivates temperament. Yes, music has been closely related to me since I was a child. My indissoluble bond with music started before I was even born.

My mother told me that she loved listening to classical music when I was in her belly. When I was born, I was very noisy and cried a lot. But my mother also has a special trick to cure me-music. As soon as the music was played, I immediately stopped crying and fell asleep obediently. Of course, this may not be completely true, but it may lay the foundation for my future music learning.

When I was five years old, I heard the beautiful melody on the piano and couldn't help but want to learn it. So, my journey of learning piano began.

I studied hard and seriously. But last year, when I was about to take the Level 6 exam, my piano learning journey was hit by a bolt from the blue—my arm was broken.

This fracture was very serious, and the cast alone lasted a month. After the cast was removed, during the recovery period, I couldn't move my arm and couldn't bear the strength. Of course, I couldn't play the piano. But I think of those disabled pianists, no matter they have fewer arms or legs, or are deaf or mute, can't they still play the piano with their own perseverance? What are broken bones compared to them? After half a year, my arm fully recovered and I started playing the piano again.

Although my musical journey has been bumpy, it is also infinitely bright. In terms of music, I will get better and better as I learn more! Story of Me and Music 13

Thursday is finally here, and the long-awaited music competition is about to begin. For this competition, we have rehearsed for a long time and hope to achieve good results in this competition.

In the afternoon, we arrived at the music classroom, and every student seemed very nervous. I thought to myself: There are seven classes in a class. Based on the level of our class, we must not be ranked last, right? So, I relaxed a lot and we sat down quietly.

Teacher Lei first asked each class to send one representative to participate in the lottery. I waited with uneasiness. As a result, our class was the first to perform on stage.

We got ready at the entrance and walked up to the stage with our heads held high. Kou Tongfei stood in the center of the stage and said loudly: "Please listen to the first song, Grateful Heart." Teacher Lei played the piano and sang a beautiful song The sound of the piano made my mood immediately become much heavier. Today happens to be my ninth birthday. With a grateful heart, I sang to the beat: "Grateful heart, thank you for your fate. Even if the flowers bloom and fall, I will still cherish them." Suddenly, I My eyes were moist, and I sang out my grateful mood with sparkling tears.

Then, the second song "Beautiful New Home", the beautiful sound of the piano sounded again, I was still full of energy and devoted myself to the singing, singing our ambition to build a beautiful new home. When the singing ended, thunderous applause erupted from the audience. Following the instructions, we walked off the stage in an orderly manner.

Later, we won fifth place. I thought: "As long as we do better in discipline and order, we may be able to achieve better results. Let's work hard in future competitions!" My Story with Music 14

I started from We went to the Summer Palace with my grandma to sing in kindergarten. Because she participated in the "Voice of Harmony" senior choir, we would come to the Summer Palace to sing every Sunday morning, rain or shine.

Whenever it’s time to sing, I see many elderly people walking tremblingly on crutches, supporting each other. Some are over fifty years old and have wrinkled faces; some are in their sixties and have inconvenient legs and feet; some are over seventy years old and have silver hair. But when they heard the accompanist's music, some threw away their crutches; some took off their thick cotton clothes; some picked up songbooks with hundreds of pages; and some even made beautiful sounds from their chapped lips. At that moment, I couldn't believe my eyes. Those old people who were stumbling and would fall down if the wind blew, now looked like a group of "soldiers" ready to go.

Most of the songs they sang were about the motherland, including "My Motherland, I Will Always Love You", "My Motherland and Me", and "Today is Your Birthday, My China". Interestingly, they also sang popular songs, including "The Moon Represents My Heart", "Country Road" and "Walking Up the Ridge". But I like "Let's Scull" the most because I know the lyrics well and I can also feel that they are recalling their golden childhood. At this time, I thought of the poem "Jiangchengzi" by Su Shi: "The old man chatted and became crazy as a young man, holding the yellow on the left and holding the blue on the right."

I love music. Music not only has beautiful and harmonious melodies, and is exciting; it can also cleanse the soul and make people happy. But what I see from this group of elderly people is not only the happiness that music brings them, but also their memories of their youth and their eager expectations for a better tomorrow for their motherland! Story of Me and Music 15

We have a disc of "The Complete Collection of World Classical Songs" at home. Dad often listens to this music CD when he is free. Among this CD, my favorite is "Schubert Serenade".

It was one night when I was alone in my room and looking at the results of the math test, I felt like an eggplant beaten by frost - dead.

At this time, it suddenly started to rain lightly, which made me feel even more upset. Suddenly this song was played outside the door. This was the first time I heard this piece of music, and I was fascinated by it. I closed my eyes and shook my head gently to the rhythm, muttering in my heart: "What beautiful music!" I seemed to have entered the world of music... This beautiful and peaceful music reminded me of this scene : The bright moonlight shines on the sea. The sea is calm for a while, and then stirs up waves. The waves are rising slowly, and they are whispering how they are teasing the beach. The waves hit the beach and disappeared in the blink of an eye. What a group of naughty dolls. Beach was not angry, but fell asleep sweetly. A man held his chin with his hands, staring blankly at the moon in the night outside the window, thinking about something on his mind. A mother holds her baby in her arms and pats him gently to make him fall asleep. The puppy yawned, turned around and fell asleep, and his snoring suddenly began. The trees were fluttering in the wind, and the leaves on the trees made a rustling sound, as if they were intoxicated. This beautiful scene has always appeared in my mind.

The song ended, and after a while, I woke up. This music is so beautiful. When I am sad, it brings me into the world of music, which washes away all the worries and irritability in my heart, leaving only tranquility and serenity. So, I secretly encouraged myself that one failure didn't mean anything. If I found out the reason, I would definitely do well in the next exam. I looked at the scores again, and after studying hard for a period of time, I overcame the difficulties and achieved good results.

This is the story of my relationship with music. It is precisely because of this piece that I have become a little music fan since then. Love music, love life!