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This song is a touching song that we sang on Helping the Disabled Day. Whenever this song is played, it always reminds me of disabled children in orphanages. Unfortunately, they were born with disabilities, and so were their parents.
I abandoned them cruelly, which made me see the desolation of the world. There is a good line in the song, "Every other child should be pampered, they are our future." Yes, there is usually only one child at home now, and both parents put
Their children are the apple of their eye, hugging them for fear of hurting them, but some parents abandon their disabled children. If you grow up and find yourself different from others, you will find that you have no parents.
What would you think? How low they will feel when a disabled child is abandoned. They think they are inferior to others. They think they were abandoned by their parents because of their disability. How many children with this idea want to give up their lives!
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I remember a personal experience. When I was 8 years old, I was taken to a welfare home to perform. After the performance, the teacher said, "It's the New Year. Let's send New Year greetings to the children in the welfare home. " I gave a seven-year-old girl a pencil box.
Son, she is beautiful, but the only fly in the ointment is that she is blind. When I saw her, I thought: If she is not blind, she may be spoiled in her parents' arms, but she is not. The only thing she can do is yearn for herself.
I have a home.
"Under the same day, this is the best future." The best future needs everyone to build together, and no one is perfect. I hope those disabled children in welfare homes can find their own warm homes under the same blue sky.
2. People are like songs, and songs are intoxicating.
When you open the door in the dark and step into the fresh night, your heart is completely calm, close your eyes and quietly listen to the dreamy and ethereal voice of celine dion. Countless kinds of unspeakable melancholy will slowly breed in your heart.
Yes, that's the song "The Power of Love", an amazing work.
In the night wind, her euphemistic voice hovered in the air like smoke and finally disappeared. This is a subtle feeling, which instantly cools your impetuous heart, quiet for a while, but lost.
Get up. The loss of self lies in her breaking through all the soft sounds, jumping and moving, but sometimes soothing; Lost in her heavy and calm, sad and desolate but sometimes clear and transparent rhythm.
This kind of feeling is not like the drunken imperial concubine, nor is it like Sun Shou's frown, Han Ling's stealing incense, and Xu Niang's rich powder. It is just that Mojiang's is relatively new, and it is just right to take a closer look at the charm of Qu Taoping's mausoleum. Yes, the charm is just right.
A song has influenced my creation, a song has been echoing in my heart, a song has been shaking my heart, and a song has been inspiring me to move forward. ...
That song is called "It's always sunny after rain", which has inspired me a lot in life.
"Life has its ups and downs, and I am willing to share everything with you; It is inevitable to fall down and wait, so be brave to look up ... "
Yes, the long road of life, how can everything be as usual and smooth sailing? People always want to live a rich life, but this is impossible. And when the wheel of life is frustrated again and again, it will become more stable and sail to the other side of success.
The great inventor Edison made money by selling newspapers on the train. But to do the experiment, he begged the conductor to give him a carriage. On one occasion, chemicals were accidentally dropped to the ground, causing the train to explode. For this reason, the conductor made one of his ears deaf. He didn't complain, but continued his invention. Li Shizhen traveled more than half of China, explored and tasted drugs by himself, and worked hard to write the masterpiece Compendium of Materia Medica ... Only after repeated setbacks did he succeed!
Let's talk about the far one, and let's get the near one. We are often overwhelmed by one or two slightly more difficult math problems. As students, don't we just give up and not think about it? This is not allowed. Even if it is difficult and our knowledge can't be solved, we will try our best to do it. This math problem is the obstacle we want to talk about. Only by never giving up and going forward will victory be in sight, that is, "there is a clear sky on the dark clouds."
"The sunshine is always after the storm, please believe that there is a rainbow." This song warns us that only through ups and downs can we see hope.
A song influenced my composition about 1974 or 1975. The "Cultural Revolution" entered its later stage, and it lived in deeper and deeper repression and mediocrity, and it continued unchanged. Playing basketball in math class, wandering around the playground in chemistry or physics class. However, after the class bored me, I began to get tired of my freedom. I feel bored and don't know how to spend my days. At this time, I discovered music, or rather, notation. So in such a boring music class as math class, I got the pleasure of life. * * * came back and I began to compose music.
I should say that I'm not crazy about music. I have been learning to sing and listen to songs for more than ten years in music class. From Dongfanghong to revolutionary modern Peking Opera, I am familiar with every corner of those melodies, and I can even see the shining dust and sunshine inside. They don't attract me, they just give me a headache. But one day, I was suddenly controlled by the score, as if a hand had reached in and caught my sight tightly.
Of course, this is when the music teacher plays the organ in front of the blackboard. In fact, few students pay attention to him. Music class is the same as other classes. The whole classroom is like a temple fair. Some students go in and out, while others either sit on the table or talk with their backs to the blackboard. It is in this situation that I am fascinated by music, not music.
I didn't learn these notation ideas at all, but started my music creation with their shapes, which must be the only music creation in my life. I remember I once wrote music for Lu Xun's Diary of a Madman. My method is to copy Lu Xun's works in a new exercise book first, and then scribble all kinds of notes in the comments on it. I almost wrote the longest song in the world, and it is a song that no one can play and no one has the honor to hear. This project consumed my enthusiasm for a few days, and then I sent some other contents from the Chinese textbook into the music score. My peak work at that time was to write mathematical equations and chemical reactions into songs. Then, the exercise book was full and I was tired of writing. I still don't know anything about music at this time. Although I have secretly owned a whole workbook of music works and am proud of it, I haven't taken a step towards music. I don't know what kind of sound will appear in my scrawled music score, but I feel it is like a song, and I am completely satisfied.
After almost 18 years, I no longer cared about music, but occasionally stood in the street for a while and listened to a pop song, or listened to dance music when passing by a ballroom. 1983, started my second creation. Of course, this time I didn't use notation, but language. I write like a writer, and then publish my own works like a writer, and make a living from it.
When I was 15 years old, music puzzled me in the way of notation. By the time I was 33, the music really came. I thought to myself: it is life that gives me music. Life first lets me buy myself a stereo. It was in the winter of 1993. One day, I found that I lacked a stereo. A few days later, I moved the assembled stereo home. It is organized by American speakers, British amplifiers and Philips CD players. The booth was made in Japan, and this stereo came into my life like a UN peacekeeping force.
Then, CDs kept coming. In just half a year, I bought almost 400 CDs. My friend Zhu Wei is.
It is a nature to tell others about yourself; Therefore, it is an education to take seriously what others tell you about yourself. When I bought the CD, my tutor just left the People's Literature and went to the Philharmonic magazine next to Sanlian Bookstore as the editor. He is familiar with almost all record stores in Beijing, and he is also proficient in record quality. The first 20 CDs I bought were all his works. It was in a record store in Beixinqiao. He walked along the counter and looked at different versions of the CD. I followed him. He kept taking out the CD from the cupboard and handing it to me. After walking around, he looked back at a pile of CDs in my hand and asked me, "Is it enough for today?" I said, "Almost." Then I went to pay the money.
I didn't expect to fall in love with music so soon. Originally, I just wanted to be arty, let the stereo appear in my life, and then my friends are talking about * * *, and I can also talk about Chopin or say a few words about karajan with those ambiguous words. However, music suddenly made me feel the power of love, like hot sunshine and cool moonlight, or like a storm. Once again, I found that people's hearts are always open, like open land, willing to accept sunshine and moonlight, willing to accept the arrival of ice and snow, accept everything that can be reached, and let them penetrate and digest.
Music history is unfathomable, like an endless abyss. Only by listening can we know its richness and realize that its boundaries do not exist. Behind those well-known authors and works, there are melodies and rhythms as vast as the starry sky, waiting for us to meet, making us realize that behind those loudest names, there are some shy and sad names, and the music represented by these names is equally enduring.
Then, music began to affect my writing. To be exact, I noticed the narrative of music, and I began to think about Bartok's method and Meixian's method. In their works, I can understand the folk and modernity of art more directly, and then I go all the way to the depths of time, through Beethoven and Mozart, through Handel and Monteverdi, and come to the door of Bach. Since Bach, my understanding has come back.
How many years have passed, Bach is still full of vitality, and he has become the pride of the Baroque era and the pride of all times.
Shortly thereafter, in the first movement of Shostakovich's Seventh Symphony, I heard the power of "light" in the narrative, the famous invasion, and the footsteps of the invaders oppressed my heart with the repetition of 175 in the small drum. Music has become heavier and heavier, bigger and more frightening in terror and resistance, despair and war, repression and release. When I first listened to it, I kept asking myself: how to end it? How to end this powerful music plug? At the last moment, I was shocked Shostakovich ended this huge and terrible interruption with a sharp lyric minor. That little lyric string floated gently into the empty space, which is the most powerful narrative I have ever heard. That is to say, a short lyric has the ability to cover any huge melody and passionate rhythm. In fact, the narrative of literature is also the same. Behind the ups and downs, a short and serene narrative will have a stronger shock. Sometimes, I suddenly miss the works of 15 years old. I don't know when I lost them, and their disappearance occasionally aroused some sadness. I lost a lot in my previous life because I didn't know the importance of loss, thinking that my future life would be the same. If that exercise book still exists, I hope to play with it one day. What kind of sound will it be? Random beats, random notes, the highest and lowest notes together, there will be no transition, just like a mountain peak entering a canyon without slope. I may have put together the most unreasonable syllables in the world. If I play them, I believe it will be the most disturbing sound.
You are a song in my heart. 600-word composition, light green, is a beautiful painting, full of ink; Stir it into a long and touching song. You are a song in my heart, full of charm and charm.
The night of bright moon and breezy wind, the night of drizzling phoenix tree, the red candle in the west window and the spring water, you have become clear in my heart, just like a woman with bright eyes and white teeth who lives forever in youth, occupying every soft place in my heart. I stood in front of your door and watched your vicissitudes year after year. I heard the flute and the wonderful shepherd flute coming from your door. ...
I liked being bored in your arms when I was a child. Look at the mountain flowers, look at the rosy clouds. Pick up a withered branch with chubby little hands, and your chest will become my initial drawing board. Draw a tall and lush tree, and then draw a delicate and green young tree. The big tree is you and the small tree is me. Draw a moon like a disc and the sun, and then draw a little star. The moon is you and the stars are me. Your arms are warm and wide, like mountains and rivers, so that I can climb freely and swim freely. Fold many small paper boats and put them in your chest like Wang Yang. I hope you can take my boat to the other side of the ideal and watch the sun magically rise and set. ...
People always grow up slowly, and when they grow up, they will gradually leave you, no longer tired of your arms, and sometimes they will dislike your vicissitudes. I don't think your tree is tall enough and your light is not bright enough. The outside world shines with my eyes, and the wonderful outside tempts my heart. So I walked out of your arms and set foot on another chest.
The outside world is wonderful, and the outside world is helpless. When I came back with a scar, your arms were still open to me. Although your vicissitudes are still the same, your arms are warmer. Your warm smoke and gentle wind healed my wound, and your ancient history of flowers and birds filtered my thoughts. Then, in your arms, my body sank and my heart calmed down. Your long and mellow culture has infiltrated my soul, and your colorful and fragrant paintings have stirred my heart. I really want to write a poem for you, put you in the picture and hold you in my arms!
At night, I appreciate your charm under the moon, with stars and bright lights, and the sky and the earth reflect each other. Suspected that the Milky Way fell into the mortal world, and the lamp river connected with the fairyland; In the morning, the morning glow dyed your face red, and you suddenly regained your youth. The clear river flows slowly, birds sing among green trees and flowers, green willows dye smoke and flowers, chickens bark and dogs bark. Distant mountains, such as Dai, are mountainous and winding, all the way to the horizon; Close to the water, like practice, the sun pours on the water, and the whole river is shining with silver light, as if it were a white practice full of beads, wrapped around your waist.
Walking on your chest, listening to your still surging and powerful emotions. Your head is high, but your eyes hang down gently, watching me and many people walk affectionately. Thousands of years of history are concentrated in your towering head-a Millennium pagoda since the Song Dynasty, a Millennium pagoda that has experienced too many vicissitudes, and how many stories are buried in your heart! You have seen countless wanderers from other places who have traveled across mountains and rivers. You have tasted the poetic rhyme of blood and tears, and you have seen countless people's soldiers and masses who fought bloody battles for freedom!
Poetry describes your charm, but it can't describe your charm; The picture depicts your style, but it can't describe your movements. Only songs suit you, lyrics describe your charm, and notes show your rhythm and movements. I sing with tender red lips, just like kissing your chest with my lips!
Hometown, you are a song in my heart, full of twists and turns, stirring people's hearts and never tire of singing!
As for the beginning and end of a song composition, I have to start in a hurry: the songs in my heart are not classical music, nor pop songs, let alone those so-called pop songs. It is like the sound of nature from the air-the language of nature.
End: The song in your heart needs to be listened to and felt with your heart. Because only with your heart, you won't miss every touching song in nature. Friends, don't hesitate any longer. Listen attentively to the songs of nature. Let's feel the beauty of nature together and enjoy the gift of nature. (prose)
The beginning: "Grateful Heart, thank you for accompanying me all my life, so that I have the courage to be myself …" Grateful Heart is a song in my heart.
Ending: Song Xiaoxiao, life big song. The songs in my heart are as warm as maternal love and as touching as the language of "brother". I know that it is the scenes of life that compose the song in my heart: wonderful, beautiful, refreshing and unforgettable.
What I want is the beginning of the universe. You don't know which song I want to write, do you? So, the beginning of the universe. ......
"A Song Attracts Me" Composition 600 is strong in loneliness every time, and I don't cry every time even if it hurts ... "This is my favorite song" Invisible Wings ".
I remember it was grade one, and I just went to primary school. My classmates, courses and teachers are all strangers to me. In class, I don't answer questions, but look at the teacher with scared eyes; After class, I don't chat and play games with my classmates, but sit in my seat by myself. Finally, the teacher told her mother about it. Mother thought for a day and a night, and finally came up with a coup. That day, she called me to listen to music; "Every time I am strong in loneliness, every time I am injured, I don't cry. I know that I have always had a pair of invisible wings that take me flying and fly over despair. " "Listen carefully!" My eyes are full of joy. Mother asked, "Do you like this song?" "Of course, she is such a strong person." "So, you should also be such a strong person, ok?" At this moment, I seem to understand my mother's intention.
At that time, tears were swirling in my eyes, which was really touching. Therefore, I have made great progress. Teachers and classmates say I look like a different person. Since then, whenever I encounter setbacks, I can't help but think of this song.
I like the song Invisible Wings, because it makes me more confident and stronger.
Everyone has a favorite song, and of course, I am no exception. Among the countless songs, my favorite one is Invisible Wings. Every time I hear this song, I can't help thinking of it. ...
I remember an English exam, I only got 80 points, but several people in our class got full marks. From then on, I began to be unhappy. I don't speak actively in class. After class, I can't see my classmates playing with me. I think my classmates are laughing at me ... the teacher seems to have read my mind. Once in class, the teacher asked us if we had heard the song Invisible Wings. All the students who have heard this shout loudly, Sang Song. I was attracted by this wonderful and moving song. After returning home, I searched this song and tried to learn to sing.
"Every time, I am strong in loneliness. Every time, even if I get hurt, I don't cry. I know, I always have a pair of invisible wings that take me to fly and fly over despair ... "From then on, I no longer feel inferior.
I like this song, because it makes me find hope in despair and gives me encouragement in inferiority.
I wrote one of my songs, "every time, I am strong in the loneliness of wandering." Every time, even if I get hurt, I don't cry. I know, I always have a pair of invisible wings that take me to fly and fly over despair ... "This is Angela Zhang's" invisible wings ". I like this song best, because it is with it that I learned to be strong!
I sat at my computer desk, listening to this song and savoring its philosophy. This reminds me of an incident that happened in the fifth grade. In the fifth grade, my mother enrolled me in a painting class. At first, I was interested in painting, but after a long time, I got tired of it. I feel bored, bored. I just draw circles, rectangles, squares and ellipses every day, which is boring. I told my mother that I didn't want to learn. Mother said, "How can you not learn? You can't do things by halves! You should insist. What can you do when you grow up? " I was unhappy, so I went back to my room, turned on my computer and played a song: Invisible Wings. Listening to the beautiful melody of this song, I can't help thinking. Should I insist on not giving up? However, I really think painting is so boring! Should I give up or not? Ear, singing continues to play, as if there is a force in my heart. I've decided! I want to continue painting! Because persistence will succeed! Later, although the painting was not very good, I felt very good.
"Invisible wings, let the dream last forever, leave the dream and let yourself imagine." It gave me persistence and encouragement in my life. It will always be my favorite song!
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There are thousands of Qian Qian's songs in the world, and there is a story behind each song. Today, there is still a song hovering in my mind, and every time I think of it, I feel inexplicably disappointed. I understand that song.
I went to Lijiang during the holiday. I am sitting on the plane, looking forward to this paradise in my heart. The civilization and scenery here are so ancient that we can certainly find a primitive simplicity.
We stopped at the edge of the ancient city, where the oldest Naxi family lived. Hardly had we arrived when we heard someone singing in the room. Strange lyrics, strange tone, but there is a strange sadness. I stood outside, stunned. The song stopped, so we knocked at the door and went in. The host quickly stood up and politely asked us to sit down. I asked the host, "What does that song mean?" The host paused and shook his head: "Elegy ..." I, unknown so, saw the strange sadness on the face of the Naxi old lady ... Suddenly, I seemed to hear her humming that song again.
Walking through Lijiang, I found that I couldn't find the feeling in my heart. The ancient town, which should be quietly located outside the secular dust, with beautiful scenery and simple folk customs, with camels in the distance, is now trampled by crowded people. I stood in front of a shop in a remote place, but the reason why I stopped was that the owner of this shop was singing the same song. I walked into the shop, which was covered with strange symbols. Quiet symbols, obviously static, seem to be talking and telling something. "These are ancient Naxi characters. Except me, few people can really write it and write the charm of words ... "Under the calm words, I vaguely heard a kind of melancholy and sadness.
Walking in the crowded street, the song has been echoing in my heart, and it seems that I suddenly understand the meaning of that song. What a pity. It is a pity for a lost civilization.
There is a row of old houses in front, but few people visit them. I walked over. That is a row of old houses built with tiles. I touch those tiles. Is that rough and cold feeling telling a civilization that is gradually forgotten? How many houses are left on the street now with traces of tiles? I touched, touched, touched a tile, and the crisp voice, with a hint of vibrato, combined with the melody of the song sung by the Gunaxi people. ...
On the way back, I kept echoing this song, strange lyrics and strange tone in my heart, and I understood the inexplicable sadness. Yes, this is an elegy, lamenting for a lost civilization. I like this song that touches my heart, although I don't know why, just as I don't know why I feel an unprecedented sadness when I touch those tiles.
Time will take everything away. The melody of this song will eventually disappear. The ancient culture that has gone through vicissitudes of life is also in danger of disappearing. At that time, what should we take to prove the stumbling years and mourn the lost civilization? There is a girl who is sad and happy because of this song. She understood the ups and downs of several generations told in this song, and also understood the ancient civilization behind this song.
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Xidan girl, one for wandering in a foreign land, for a better life for her relatives.
As a post-80s generation, unlike most children with happy families, she suffered a lot when she was young. At the age of 16, she went to Beijing alone to pursue her dreams and support her family with her own strength. Everyone knows that there are many people who seek their dreams in Beijing, but how many people really realize their dreams? Similarly, the little girl sang in the underground passage of Xidan in Beijing for four years, rain or shine. And the persistence of music, after 4 years, finally let her see the edge shape of her dream. After her "Angel's Wings" became popular on the Internet, countless people of different ages, levels and backgrounds were moved by her kind, simple, strong, optimistic and pure ethereal singing.
Each of us has his own pair of wings. For a better life and dreams, the more we have to erect our strong wings and sing the loud voice in our hearts. Each of us should have a dream, but different from each other, ordinary but not mediocre. For the dream, for the song in your heart, you must be strong and stick to it.
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