Narrative composition of 600-word senior high school entrance examination: be a walker

I worship the walkers, and their brave and determined attitude is firmly fixed in my heart.

I also want to be a walker.

Sitting in the training room, looking at Sheng lying in my arms like a baby, I have a lot of thoughts. I have been studying sheng for three years. Whenever someone asks about Sheng, I always solemnly tell him that it is a unique and rare northern minority musical instrument. Now many people disdain to learn it, but I will stick to it. There is firmness in the words. However, at this moment, I stroked the sound bamboo standing upright on the sheng seat, looked at their neat "G" shape and touched the glowing, upturned sheng mouth. I feel very hesitant, I don't know if I should accept the invitation of the Spring Festival Gala, and I am a little scared. ...

I still remember at the class meeting in primary school, I played an ensemble with Ning and Sheng Ruan. I wanted to give you a surprise, but the pronunciation was not timely, which led to the failure of the performance and became the joke of the students after class. I have never forgotten the "June 1st Celebration" before graduation. I played solemnly in front of all the teachers and students, and the audience looked at me with curiosity and admiration. However, suddenly, something was wrong, and my breathing seemed to be cut off and I couldn't make a sound. The beat values of the two sounds are delayed. When I came on stage, my face turned red and white, and I knew I had made another mistake. ...

Hold your wrist tightly and let the pain dispel the nightmare memories that follow. I panicked and pinched my white lips.

When blood rushed to the meeting place, I stood up clutching Sheng. Yes, I have made up my mind. If everything is inevitable, then, instead of being a weak person who lost without a fight, it is better to be a brave man who is still brilliant after the struggle.

When I stood in front of everyone and bowed firmly, when I slowly raised my quiet voice, when I blew the first sound of grassland cavalry, I understood that everything was different and everything had to start again. I move my fingers flexibly, so that my fingers can easily shuttle between dense sound holes, and I can feel the fragrance of the sound bamboo and the vibration of the reed with every breath. For a moment, I felt that Sheng was alive, and its smart life flowed in my body. The climax is coming, which is the fastest and fiercest allegro. It is like the sound of hooves on the grassland, and it is powerful. My blood is boiling, and I seem to feel the air around me become active. I played the last powerful chord perfectly.

At the end of the song, my heart stopped panicking.

For an instant, there was silence, and the world seemed to be quiet. But after a few seconds, the audience applauded. I saw my classmates cheering for me, my friends laughing happily, and all the teachers around me gave me thumbs up. I, uh, smiled.

I can't forget the surge of emotion at that moment. Yes! I use action to give myself, but also to inject new vitality into Sheng, bringing a new future! I clung to Sheng, shaking with excitement. The heart is washed by joy and infiltrated by courage.

I want to be a "walker" and let perseverance and courage accompany me along the way!