Whether a tree grows from a tender light to a towering tree or a child grows up from babbling, it is also accompanied by a song.
This is a colorful song, a clear and bright song. Of course, there is no sad, bitter and helpless tune in this song. What is this song?
Although everyone owns this song, none of us can sing the same tune, the same tone and the same emotion. I take this song to school every day and live in singing every day, but it was not until one day last winter vacation that I really understood the rich connotation of this song. I did my math homework that day, and as soon as I turned on the math winter vacation homework, all those X's, Y's and Z's seemed to grin at me: "Come and try and see if there is a song with you, whether it's a tree growing from a tender light to a towering tree or a child growing up from babbling.
This is a colorful song, a clear and bright song. Of course, there is no sad, bitter and helpless tune in this song. What is this song?
Although everyone owns this song, none of us can sing the same tune, the same tone and the same emotion.
I take this song to school every day and live in singing every day, but it was not until one day last winter vacation that I really understood the rich connotation of this song. I was doing my math homework that day. As soon as I opened the math winter vacation homework, those X's, Y's and Z's seemed to grin at me: "Come and try, see if you are staring at the blue sky and touching the white paper". I really want to summon up the courage to solve them, but I ...... alas. I have a headache at the sight of x, y and z! At this time, my tutor told me to rest and listen to a song first. "He said that the pain in the storm was nothing. Dry your tears, don't ask why ... Ah, I suddenly feel my blood boiling all over. " This song is very nice. What's its name? I looked at the teacher with my mouth open, and the teacher smiled: "Call a sailor, the creator is disabled!" " "He took the word" disabled "seriously. I am shocked that a disabled person can create such excellent works. What about me? You should have a strong will in your study and should not be intimidated by difficulties ... I see, teacher! Before the teacher finished, my impulsive heart drove me to interrupt the teacher and quickly return to my seat, looking at those x, y and z, thinking hard. Under the guidance of the teacher again, I conquered the math "bunker" one by one, and I danced happily.
From then on, I understood what is tenacity, what is happiness and what is struggle. .......
Perseverance and success coexist, struggle and happiness go hand in hand, we grow in struggle, and we strive for wealth in happiness! I think we should call the growth song that each of us has "Growth March"!
2. A friend is a song
Songs and sounds of nature pass by, sweeping away the noise and noise, leaving only a string of unforgettable memories.
When school begins, it will always be a beautiful spring day. Everything is in ruins, but it happened that I met such a "punk". After I finished my work, I was panting, but he pulled his throat and stretched his neck, and he did not shy to offer "ugliness" to his neighbors: "Meeting is a song, and the singer is you and me …", and he sang very well. I was very annoyed and thought, "None of us can live with such a' pop singer'-it's disgusting!"! I stared at him, and his face was a little red, pulling my arm straight, as if begging me to "save face!" " Let me sing it again. "After that, he just sang some songs that others didn't understand. Alas! Reciting some broken songs and words all day, what's on your mind? But it's not a problem to keep going like this. I was not good at it, so I started to find fault with him. He often sends out things like "friends, friends, have you ever thought about me ..." or "friends are never alone, friends will stay together for a lifetime ..." Sometimes I can catch some nagging love songs and open my clothes to borrow books in class, so I start bullying him and he falls. Good temper again good also have angry, but he didn't start work, just eyes staring at me, panting, face long, "why do you want to move my diary? What do you want? "Not so good, behave yourself! What if not? Then I'll string seats That won't do! " Why not? I'm a little surprised. He just looked at the shabby diary on the desk, and his eyes were as red as dates. "Do you remember the diary you wrote yesterday ..." He sang in a low voice, but every word was clear. He stopped halfway and took a deep breath. "Do you know why I want to sit a table with you? I think you should know that the middle school entrance examination is coming, who is not afraid? But what's the use of worrying about yourself! Huh? I just want you to help me more! Ah ... "... what did I know in a trance? What is a friend in need? What is sharing weal and woe? Maybe that's it. The first hurdle in life was just around the corner, and he panicked and was at a loss. The only person he can trust is his friend, who is a real friend, but I never knew that ... there are always many disappointments when we meet, but one day, when we stand at the end of our life journey and look back again, we can easily find that the song "You at the same table", which has long been away from us and wandering around the world, will be an unforgettable song. Friend, it's a song!
The song in my heart consists of 600 words: "Every time, I am strong in the loneliness of wandering. Every time, even if I get hurt, I don't cry. I know I've always had invisible wings to take me flying, flying over despair-"
Whenever the melody of this song rings in my ear, I can't help but think of some past events as scattered fragments, and I try my best to piece them together into a complete picture.
It's raining outside. The rain is hitting my body and face. Now I'm walking in the street. The teacher's entrustment before the exam, the hope of parents and the encouragement of friends rang in my ears again and again. However, at the moment when the results were issued, I froze, tears slipped down my cheeks quietly, and I immediately rushed out of the crowd and ran into the street. I can't accept it, I can't accept a failed test paper I bought by myself, I can't accept the harsh eyes of the teacher, and I can't accept the disappointment of my parents. The whole world seems to have collapsed. I keep running. When I ran to the door of the audio-visual club, my steps gradually slowed down. A familiar song came to my ears, and a few lyrics made me wake up like a dream. Yes, one failure doesn't mean failure forever! "I want to learn to be strong in wandering alone; I don't cry when I'm hurt. I believe that "the rain clears up", and hope, like invisible wings, will take me over despair. I no longer escape, because I have been walking on the road of hope-"
There are still 100 days and 100 days before the countdown to the senior high school entrance examination. How long and how short, my lovely classmates, we only have 100 days to get along. Although I can't bear it, I still have to leave after all. I still remember your spirited and lovely smiling face at the sports meeting. Thought of here, my eyes moist, nothing. I just want to give you this song Invisible Wings. I hope your future life will be smooth sailing. I believe you will ride the wind and waves one day.
A familiar melody rang in my ear again: "forget it, they have a beautiful sun. I think the sunset will change every day." I know I have a pair of yin wings that take me flying and give me hope-"
If success is a happy song, what about failure? How to describe it? Yes, failure is also a song. Although it is not as beautiful as success, it is also a song, a higher and more passionate song!
Saying that failure is a song does not mean that we like failure, but that we should face failure squarely and not be brutally knocked down. Instead, we should regard it as a living teaching material, an enterprising song and know our own songs. We should think that only by constantly learning from failure can we move towards glory step by step. We will definitely sing this song. When we accept our mistakes, we will not shrink back. We can comfort ourselves and tell ourselves that the time for progress is coming again and the sunshine will appear again. It's really beautiful to think so.
Let's not give any examples first, saying that Edison Chen and Chen Jingrun are too far apart. What we need to face is how to read this song. It is like an olive, bitter at first, and sweet the second time. As long as we know this, our life will be better.
The journey of life is full of thorns and bumpy grooves. We are happy to walk wholeheartedly, even if we can't reach the ideal heaven, because we still have songs along the way. Success or failure is a song, and it is also an inspiring song. As long as we have enough fighting spirit, we can sing all the way. In this way, our courage is greatly increased and we work hard. Even if you can't pick the "golden apples" along the way, you can win everyone's respect, because the meaning of life is not just "golden apples", but the process of continuous picking is the most heroic song between heaven and earth.
I remember a classic: God closed your door and opened a window for you. In this way, failure becomes a "classic" window-it may be more exciting to see the world through the window.
Speaking of beauty, here is an example that is not very beautiful but transcends beauty: in gymnastics, Li's sure gold medal fell into the pocket of an inferior player because of the referee's opinion. In a sense, Xiao Shuang failed, but this failure is a tragic Symphony of Destiny, which beats the melody calling for fair competition and can arouse the strong to work hard and win glory for tomorrow!
As soon as the door is closed, the window is still good-the song has gone all the way, and the failure is just as enterprising-the road is like iron, and now it is one step closer to the beginning. Let's sing about life and discuss success or failure.
& lt& gt This is a song. Youth is a song.
There are countless songs in life. Do you like this special song "Youth"?
Youth is like a song, and every bit of life is the note of this song. Although there are many but regular notes, this song is richer and more beautiful.
Youth is like a song, the lyrics are written by you and sung by you, because you are the master of youth.
Youth is like a song, with peaks and valleys. It is this song that suddenly reached the top, and then fell into the trough, heading for tomorrow with "recently more annoying".
Song of Youth is sometimes like the scorching sun in summer, so it is hot and cold, a bit like youth. Here, you can strive to overcome yourself and enjoy the warmth of two roses. Although he is crazy, he needs to stop and clear his throat.
The song of youth is like a balloon full of air, rising, full of energy, full of * * *, jumping. But if you're not careful, you'll hit a nail or something. As long as you have the courage to jump over, you are the winner.
The song of youth is so urgent, just like the African drum when you find the enemy. As long as it is arranged reasonably, it will become regular. Don't let the homework test crush your good taste. Let this song go on. Because youth always exists, tomorrow's songs are more beautiful than today's.
The song of youth is so firm, just like bamboo growing in Nanshan. There is a spirit of "life is worse than death". There is also the nobility of "getting out of the mud without dyeing". Although the staff of this song is so bad, don't be afraid. Because you are the protagonist of this song.
The song of youth is so pure that there is no noise. White as winter snow, quietly without interest, with red flowers and green trees everywhere in my heart and fresh air. No dirt, no sewage, only innocent and meaningful lyrics.
The song of youth can never be sung, and it will never grow old. Because youth is always there, even when you are old. Because you have a young heart. The song of youth will be passed down forever and become an eternal symphony.
Although youth is ordinary, it is great, and everyone has youth. But the effect of utilization is different. Youth knows good and evil. If a person is guilty, youth will leave him, even though he is still young. Some people are bitter but kind, and such people will remain young forever. Because youth knows that a kind-hearted person is a good person.
I love youth, just like fans worship singers, and I won't let it leave me prematurely. Because of my love, I must let my youth have a good taste, let my youth stay forever, and let the song of youth sing forever.
Composition is a song. There are a few questions, ahem. I must say.
1: As long as there is a happy beginning and end, it is difficult for you to accept literary things and things given by others, and the written composition has a set of suspicions. Too boring
Most people can't write a beautiful beginning and ending, such as me. In addition, ordinary people can't appreciate poetic articles because of different aesthetic angles. Different values. For example, some teachers.
Writing an article doesn't have to be very literary. The key is to have your own thoughts and feelings. As far as this topic is concerned, since you have chosen the aspect of affection, you should write about affection for your affection. I think it should be realistic. You can write one like this: What does your family bring you? It is difficult to write, but you can try prose or write casually, but you should be organized, such as what does your family bring you? . . Two: first write about family, and then turn to criticize many people for not cherishing family (this should not be over-developed), so the article has practical significance.
That's about it. In my opinion, it is better to teach people to fish than to teach them to fish. .
In addition, you can call me at Baidu HI if necessary.
If you are satisfied, please adopt it. Thank you.
That song made me write a semi-proposition. Outside the window, it's gray, as if it's going to rain, but there are no tears of God.
In the house, I just had a quarrel with my mother. I was sitting at my desk depressed, playing computer and browsing songs. This is the name of a song that appeared in front of my eyes. Where has all the time gone? Seeing this name, I thought, "Where has the time gone?" ? What do you mean? Cherish time?
I clicked on this song with many questions, but the name was too long to understand.
After a short buffer, a soft and soothing song with simple melody came to my ears:
"The old tree in front of the door grows new buds.
The dead wood in the yard is blooming again.
A lot of words survived
Hidden in white hair ... "
Listening to this soft voice, I seem to see a lovely child, carefully taken care of by his parents. When the child grows up, the parents are already full of silver hair and wrinkles, and they haven't even had time to look at the child's eyes.
Thinking about it, I can't help but leave tears of regret. Our parents worked hard to raise us. I don't know how much they have paid for us, but what about us? Arguing with parents just for a trivial matter, there are also many people quarreling with their parents in the news.
How sad our parents should be.
I rushed out of the room with tears in my eyes to apologize to my mother, but instead of blaming me, my mother prepared delicious meals for me wholeheartedly.
Tears rolled down my face again. In the eyes of parents, as long as we are good, we are happy and they are happy.
Fallen leaves hover in the air and fall under the roots of big trees, nourishing the land for big trees and only for their reproduction.
That song makes my heart beat.
Let's all be kind to our parents.
"Old trees sprout new buds in front of the door ..." This song, which makes my heart beat, still echoes in my ears.
Composition is a song. If success is a happy song, what about failure? How to describe it? Yes, failure is also a song. Although it is not as beautiful as success, it is also a song, a higher and more passionate song!
Saying that failure is a song does not mean that we like failure, but that we should face failure squarely and not be brutally knocked down. Instead, we should regard it as a living teaching material, an enterprising song and know our own songs. We should think that only by constantly learning from failure can we move towards glory step by step. We will definitely sing this song. When we accept our mistakes, we will not shrink back. We can comfort ourselves and tell ourselves that the time for progress is coming again and the sunshine will appear again. It's really beautiful to think so.
Let's not give any examples first, saying that Edison Chen and Chen Jingrun are too far apart. What we need to face is how to read this song. It is like an olive, bitter at first, and sweet the second time. As long as we know this, our life will be better.
The journey of life is full of thorns and bumpy grooves. We are happy to walk wholeheartedly, even if we can't reach the ideal heaven, because we still have songs along the way. Success or failure is a song, and it is also an inspiring song. As long as we have enough fighting spirit, we can sing all the way. In this way, our courage is greatly increased and we work hard. Even if you can't pick the "golden apples" along the way, you can win everyone's respect, because the meaning of life is not just "golden apples", but the process of continuous picking is the most heroic song between heaven and earth.
I remember a classic: God closed your door and opened a window for you. In this way, failure becomes a "classic" window-it may be more exciting to see the world through the window.
Speaking of beauty, here is an example that is not very beautiful but transcends beauty: in gymnastics, Li's sure gold medal fell into the pocket of an inferior player because of the referee's opinion. In a sense, Xiao Shuang failed, but this failure is a tragic Symphony of Destiny, which beats the melody calling for fair competition and can arouse the strong to work hard and win glory for tomorrow!
As soon as the door is closed, the window is still good-the song has gone all the way, and the failure is just as enterprising-the road is like iron, and now it is one step closer to the beginning. Let's sing about life and discuss success or failure.
Please adopt it. Thank you.
This is a song. Life is a song in Grade Three.
Youth is like a flash in the pan, but beauty is short-lived. Our youth is connected with the third grade, which is the time when we are in the mood for love. Life in the third grade is like a flower, like a string of notes intertwined, blowing the sound of nature. Life in Grade Three is a song, playing our endless youth.
Life in Grade Three is a friendly ballad played by many trumpets. Although my life in the third grade is hard, I'm stuck in the sea of questions all day, and even some people can't breathe. Strangers of the same age from all corners of the country get together for some unknown reason. A year of lush years is the trace of our being together. Laughter, noise and crying interweave into songs that win people's hearts. The ups and downs we have gone through together are branded in my heart. In the face of separation, we forbear to let go, leaving only dribs and drabs of footprints for memories. On the third day, many trumpets played songs, and the songs of friendship changed so much.
Life in the third grade is a song of hope played by the violin, which nourishes our growth and waters us all the time, from babbling to toddler, and now to the third grade. In the past ten years, you have placed heavy hopes and care on me. During the hard study in Grade Three, some delicious fruits often appear on my desk. I know this is the love you gave me. Life in the third grade is the process when you expect me to move towards a better future. Life in grade three is a song of hope, following the people I love. It is pure and flawless, but it always exaggerates our hearts.
What about grade three? Work is an oil painting played by the guitar. From unfamiliar to familiar, teachers always care for us selflessly, just like the twinkling stars in the blue sky. The teacher on the podium soaked the clothes with them regardless of the sweat on his back. That sweat, like a lonely cloud, turned into colorful morning glow, rendering this sky. They shouted and inspired, and only opened up a new world for our dreams. Life in the third grade is an ordinary refueling song, but it pushes us to the road of dreams.
Grade three, an ordinary and short time, always slips away from my fingers like running water. In the colorful life of the third grade, those days have long been connected in series into a refreshing ballad. I think life in grade three is an unforgettable song for me.
"Angel wings, waving light, learned to be strong along the way ..." This is a song sung by Ray Ma, named "Strong". Every time I hear this song, my heart will be filled with infinite emotion and strength. It is the word "strong" that has always encouraged me and accompanied me to knock on the door of success.
Life is a long journey, and we are exploring progress, and it is inevitable to experience bumps. If we don't have the courage to face it, we will never face success. Therefore, we should learn to be strong, even if we fall, we should laugh bravely and stand up bravely to meet the brilliant rainbow after the storm.
I used to be a tearful girl. I used to vent my troubles by crying. I once naively thought that tears could solve everything. Later, slowly, I seem to understand that if I succeed on the other side of an isolated island now, my tears will merge into a sea of Wang Yang, preventing me from reaching my destination. So I gave up my tears and met with difficulties. I am more used to comforting myself and encouraging myself. Perhaps, I have gradually become strong. Tears again, it should be moved to tears!
Let yourself be strong again and again. In retrospect, those experiences gradually merged into a song, which inspired me little by little. When I overheard the song "Strong", I felt deja vu. Of course, there is also an unknown emotion echoing in my heart. After carefully pondering these lyrics, I suddenly feel that maybe Ray Ma collected his own feelings and feelings in this song, so it will give this song a warm power.
Whether it is the strong song in my heart or Ray Ma's "Strong", it is worth me to savor its meaning and understand it. I think I have studied it all my life!
"On the rainy road, there will be a ray of sunshine, warm and wet hope, and even a small river can merge into an ocean to accompany me on a voyage ..." Now, I am listening to this song in my heart.
Sorry, you wrote it for nothing, because I have already written this composition, and you have been answering it for too long. Although it is a white answer to me, this essay can be seen by people who can't see it. Thank you for your help!
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