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Music grows with me. How to write an outline of the composition?
Music grew with me. When I was growing up, songs always accompanied me. When I am sad, it will make me happy; When I am depressed, it will make me happy; When I am upset, it will calm me down and quietly enjoy the auditory feast it brings me.

Jumping notes, like elves, bring me happiness and hope.

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"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you." This song played an important role in my childhood. On my parents' birthdays, I always take out carefully prepared gifts, sometimes a piece of candy, sometimes a teddy bear, and I will learn the tone of an adult and say some auspicious words to them. Of course, birthday songs are indispensable. And they always experience everything I do with a happy face. Everyone will sing this song for me on my birthday. My father always sings loudly, just like fireworks rising on the beach, blooming in my heart. My mother hummed and looked at me with loving eyes. Her eyes are as gentle as a pool of clear water, which makes me relaxed and happy. When I entered primary school, I heard an impassioned and heroic song-our national anthem every day. When this song rings, everyone will raise their hands and salute according to the teacher's request. In the cold morning, my hands will turn purple, and some students will secretly put down their hands, breathe through their mouths and then go back. And I am stubborn and motionless. Because at this time, my blood is boiling, and tragic images will flash in my mind: the heroic sacrifice of Liu Hulan, the Long March of the Red Army and so on. A seed named patriotism sprouted in my heart.

Now I am a middle school student. Like my peers, I like listening to pop music and handsome and energetic idols, but what moved me most was the rainy season of seventeen. In the first grade, my female teacher talked about his idol and this song. I became interested in it. In the face of rain, people who lack patience and vitality will say, "Why is it raining again? Wet and wet. Really annoying. " And those who are poetic will say, "My beautiful goddess, please dance your soul and let the earth boil!" " "Now I am in the rainy season, and I will always be trapped by some troubles, but I will not be sad, because it proves that I am growing.

The future is just a stick to me. When I paint it, I believe I will create a movement with diligent magic pen.