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Thirty years old, wrote 340 words.
My composition at the age of thirty

At the age of 30, I have become a famous pianist and stepped onto the stage of dreams.

Today, I was invited to another big concert.

I put on a beautiful dress, got in the car sent to pick me up and drove to the concert hall. Along the way, I saw many posters from the window that closed my performance on the stage today. Bypassing a street garden, the concert hall is here. I opened the car door, gently lifted my long skirt, got out of the car and slowly walked up the steps of the concert hall. Crowds of reporters swarmed around me like bees asking questions. I thought it was getting late, so I walked into the concert hall regardless of the reporter's questioning. After coming backstage to make up, I practiced for a few more minutes, waiting for the concert to start.

The audience kept coming to the concert hall. After more than ten minutes. The concert has begun.

The lights around the stage dimmed, and only one aperture was on. With the introduction of the announcer, I slowly walked out of the background, bowed to everyone, sat down at the piano and prepared to play. The crowd immediately burst into warm applause.

The conductor nodded slightly to me to show that the concert had started, and I nodded to show that I was ready. So, I played along with the music accompanied by the band. Euphemistic tunes are like a river, a spring breeze, choppy ... my whole body leans forward and backward with the notes, not to mention the audience, even I am intoxicated. When I played the last note, thunderous applause broke out around me. Many enthusiastic audiences presented flowers to me. In the flowers and applause, I tasted the sense of accomplishment of my efforts and couldn't help laughing.

"Wake up, wake up, get up quickly, we'll be late!" Mother's urgent cry came from the kitchen, and I realized it was just a dream. (junior high school composition)

Although this is a dream, after 30 years, this dream will no longer be a dream. At that time, I will proudly say, "My dream has come true."

Yes, standing at the age of 30, 30-year-old life is like the fruit of autumn, mature and full, and it is time to make great achievements. I hope every student will not relax himself. Study hard and weave a colorful dream with colored silk thread from now on!