In the sun, the chestnut runway shone with dazzling golden light, which seemed to stop me from embarking on the journey and looking at the long and distant end of success. The faith hidden in my heart is swallowed up by the heat. When I hesitated, I turned around and inadvertently saw your trusting and firm eyes. In the silence, I feel that there is a kind of power revived, silently encouraging me.
Stepping on the runway and running to the starting point of long-distance running, I suddenly felt a little relieved with your company. In the queue, the students are waiting for the exam with confidence. Get ready, the teacher's whistle is ringing in my ear. With the surge of the team, I walked out of the starting line with my back to you, leading me to forge ahead step by step and catching up with your footsteps. You look back from time to time, and your smiling face keeps cheering me up. The slightly rising radian of the corners of the mouth, like the surging spring, spreads around my heart, driving away some strong sunshine, gently smoothing the heat in my heart, whipping me, and persisting in striding into your rhythm.
On the long road, I suddenly felt the cool breeze coming on my face and noticed the coolness. Running on the runway, with the passage of time, the distance from the finish line is slowly getting closer. The consumption of physical strength is still increasing, my legs are getting heavier and heavier like lead, and my steps are gradually slowing down. I only see a vigorous figure passing by my shoulder, panting, with his hand on his waist, and then trying to stop halfway. Suddenly, I felt the power of my palm again. I looked up and saw your clear eyes, gentle and flowing, but full of kindness and perseverance. The red face is like a small red light in winter, shining with the light of dawn. A friend holding your hand is warm in your heart.
Breathless, sonorous footsteps, lingering in my ears, like writing a beautiful and euphemistic song, but also for your song. Fight for the last strength, cross the finish line side by side, sit on the lawn and smile at each other. The glittering and translucent sweat rolled down from your face, withered like Bai Mei, splashed in my mouth, moistened my throat like rain, and slipped into my heart like honey, moistening my heart.
You in the sunshine, like a silhouette, are plated with Phnom Penh, and gradually turn into a wonderful music notation. Let me song for you, for your warm company, for your careful encouragement.
On the sunny road, dear partner, you and I walk hand in hand to compose the most beautiful song, delicate and tactfully, and sing it again for you. ...
Mo Bosang said: The most beautiful scene is when I miss my mother. Father loves mountains, maternal love is like water, father is a dark mountain, and mother is a clean stream. The same love has different expressions.
In my eyes, my mother is a strong woman, and she always works hard for this family. At home, I think my mother is the most authoritative. I have never seen my mother cry. My tears are the least valuable, and I will cry at the slightest thing. This is what my mother admires. It seems that my mother can handle everything at home and solve any problems. Nothing seems to beat her. I have never heard my mother say that she is tired and bitter. She is always too tired to lie on the sofa, but she never complains, but I can see the "bitterness" behind her from her mother's appearance. Even if mother says nothing, even if she always treats everything as nothing, we all know her difficulties. She always pretends to be strong. I know she doesn't want us to worry or be distracted by these things. Mom always said, "it's okay. I can solve these things. Don't worry. " But I understand that my mother has endless hardships behind this, but I think the biggest reward I can do now is good grades, so that my mother can rest assured, mom, you are really great.
This year, my mother and uncle opened a garment processing factory and soon contracted a canteen. My mother is busier. I think mom is really good, because dad can't do business or manage money without my mom, and the salary he earns can't be saved. In my impression, all the "big events" in my family were handled by my mother, and even the house in my hometown was won by my mother. My mother is so amazing. My mother was busy all day and suddenly became very haggard. She stood at the window and watched her limp home. As soon as she entered the door, she lay on the sofa and said nothing. I know her mother must be very tired. I can only see fatigue from her face. There are too many words of gratitude in my heart, but I can't bear to bother when I see my mother tired. I just sat quietly and helped my mother massage. At that moment, my mother finally showed a smile on her face. I think my mother's heart must be greatly relaxed.
In my heart, my mother is the greatest person, the most beautiful and the best person in the world. She is the most worthy of praise and praise. As many songs are sung for mothers, so many mothers are singing. Write a beautiful music for the greatest mother.
Song 3 composed for you, the past is full of wind. I gradually have a yogurt-like fermented youth, bread-like inflated worries, all wrapped around the eaves of my hometown, and those rain curtains, accompanying me to think and study. That day, I dug out my old brush and drew a corner of the eaves. Both rice paper and a girl's heart are filled with ink. Hometown, I am song for you!
My hometown is also beautiful. I woke up in the morning light that day, watching the scattered light and shadow when the trees were swaying, and listening to the songs accompanied by birds. Always call a few partners and go to the opposite Shahe to wash mud. Watching the boys fall into the water together and their clothes get dirty, I bit my finger gently, not wanting to make myself laugh. The dazzling sunshine shines on the sparkling water, the aunts who wash clothes by the river, and the attached hometown. I often think, if life permits, I want to be ahead of schedule like a lotus flower. During this time, I can read water and watch bees and butterflies. Wherever I go, the pond named "hometown" under my feet can recall us.
The story is also beautiful. The blue sky is sunny, and my partner and I are walking on the ridge of the field. Thirst, very thirsty! That is a peach tree, full of attractive red fruits. "Go and pick some." The older child licked his chapped lips and began to speak. "Are you sure?" If I bite you very loudly. He nodded at ease. My heart beat faster in panic. He hung upside down on the tree and quickly picked some and threw them at us. Everyone didn't care about anything, so they wrapped their clothes in their bodies and rubbed them twice. The rich fruit fragrance spread in my mouth, and that kind of pleasure stayed in my memory like water and never faded.
So love is also beautiful. There are many flowers here: dandelion, tiaoyao, Jin Fenghua, daisy ... When the flowers bloom in spring, the wild roses on the mountain are all red. The roses were picked and placed in the spacious and bright drying tray, all of which stretched their muscles and bones, and suddenly they were white and fragrant. I love this rose tea alone. It is soft, gentle and has a lasting fragrance. This kind of scented tea can't be bought outside in any case. I hold a delicate and moist rose petal by petal, with my eyes open and thinking about the past. ...
It's long gone Those past events, human feelings and accidents are sealed here forever, unchanged for thousands of years. Isn't it the same in my hometown?
I once planted an arrow moss in front of my old house, and it was enchanting all the way. I always water its roots, just to wait for the flowers to come back, it is still a wetland.
Standing on the bridge, I face my hometown and the lush years and sing for it!
It's been almost three years since I sang and composed for you four times, but I still clearly remember that simple and strong smiling face in my mind. May 12, 2008 must be a day that everyone will never forget. The earthquake brought people infinite sadness and despair, and people groped in the dark, trying to find a glimmer of hope. Of course, there are you, and you still don't know anything. You endure pain and shout to the light of hope. In the end, you were saved, but you lost your most precious leg. My mother couldn't help crying again and again.
At that time, I was still in primary school, and all I could do was pray for you affected by the disaster. I accidentally saw the report about the disaster area and saw you. You are half lying in bed, motionless, smiling at the camera, like a wooden doll without a soul. My curiosity drove me to know her. After reading your report, I realized that you are a girl who loves ballet dance very much. My mother hugged your ballet shoes and cried that you had been clamoring for new shoes before, and now … later my mother told us in tears how miserable your future might be. I saw a tear drop from the corner of your eye, which was helpless after being tortured by fate. I didn't know your name at that time, but I called you a ballet girl in my heart.
I thought you would give up on yourself, but in the follow-up report, I saw a smile on your lips on TV, and I knew you were beginning to fight against fate. You can't get out of bed at first. You insist on walking on the ground with artificial limbs. Seeing the sweat on your forehead, I saw your efforts. Your brow will wrinkle slightly at every step, but then it will spread out and a happy smile will ripple on your face. Seeing that you took the first step, I clapped my hands in front of the TV with excitement. In the days that followed, there was less and less news about you, and I was anxious to know if you had changed. Later, I met you at the Olympic Games. You wear a white swan suit and dance with your hands instead of your feet. I see a big smile on your face. How beautiful!
Today, I want to sing a song for you about your perseverance, your strength, your happiness and your confidence in life! You showed me the real change. From the moment I saw your confident smile, I told myself that I would smile like you no matter what difficulties I encountered!
I'm song for you-a ballerina!
Song Composition for You 5 Dad, your back is radiant. I want song for you.
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When I was born, you were twenty-five years old and in your prime. Mom said that at that time, you were like a teenager who never grew up. You often hold me in your arms and then throw me into the sky with my smirk.
When I was still wearing a broken flower head, you didn't feel sad at the age of 29. At that time, we will put the tip of our nose on our forehead, and then let me put my little hand on my head as a horn. At this time, you hummed me a nursery rhyme, and my mouth watered. Although I didn't understand it, I still thought it was wonderful.
I can cross the road with my schoolbag on my back. You are 32 years old and still strong. You go to Guangzhou to work and support your family alone. At the railway station, you cut your mother's hair in the wind and touched my brain suit, and your expression was a little more serious. "The child listens to his mother at home, and when he comes back, his father will accompany you out to play." . At this time, although I am not sensible, I still know a little about parting. My eyes have long been blurred, and big drops of water have fallen. I raised my gentle little hand and waved it numbly. Finally, I hooked your finger and choked slightly: "We hook". You waved and your lips incited. My mother didn't understand, but I knew that you were singing my favorite song for me. The car left and the people dispersed.
Later, I cut this time, soaked it in a cup of your favorite tea and swallowed it with you and my favorite song.
I can go to school by myself. When I came home, you were 35 years old, and you were no longer in your prime. When you sang for me in other places, I gradually noticed the vicissitudes in your voice. Maybe you can only travel through your hometown in your dreams. In your dream, there is no worldly wisdom, and there is no future you have to earn for me. Only the songs you sang for me.
When I started to enter junior high school, you stopped wandering. At that time, you were forty years old, and your temples were full of new troubles. You will get used to it when my mother scolds me. Take care of me behind your back and move back to my house with little feet. Do you know how happy I am to see your short head in front of me? How pathetic!
With the changes of the times, songs have become more and more popular.
As time goes by, you get old.
Decades of time have passed through your white hair, and I want to hold you gently, song for you, forever. ...
Song for you Composition 6 On the road of life, there will inevitably be setbacks and difficulties, but I have never been afraid or flinched. Because of you, I will never give up.
As dusk falls, there is only a faint sunset on the gloomy horizon. Like blood, the cold autumn wind brings sadness, which undoubtedly implies failure and sadness.
I trudged on the silent street, and my schoolbag seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. The test paper in my schoolbag was the source of my sadness. I can't help sighing, afraid to face others, and there is no sunshine in my heart.
"Cheep-"There was a harsh voice behind me, and I turned away. It was you, riding an old tricycle. The green paint on the car body has been worn off a lot, and the surrounding borders have been covered with dark rust. When you were sitting in the car, Cang Sang's face was already marked with years. Your face was covered with age spots, but you smiled and said to me, "Little girl, are you tired? Let me see you off. "
Your smile was so bright that I couldn't refuse, so I got in your car. The wheels turned slowly and I looked at the car. The red curtain is not hung, and the dazzling colors are floating in the wind, which makes life a little warm. The brown seat has been damaged, revealing some yellow sponges, and there is a harsh turning sound, which people can't ignore. A gust of wind came, and the red curtains were blown away and were going downhill. I saw your desperate figure, and my face was dyed red with red curtains because of hard work. I can't help being surprised at you. The hardships of life make you smile instead of being at a loss. How optimistic!
The car stopped, and when I looked, it turned out to be here. When I got off the bus, I saw the old man wipe the sweat from his forehead with a towel, turned around and said to me with a smile, "Little girl, be happy and be optimistic about life. Don't be sad all day. " You smiled and wiped your sweat with the towel in your hand: "Relax, life is still beautiful, I'm leaving!" " "You raised the towel in your hand, smiled at me mischievously like a child, and rode away on a tricycle.
I looked at your old background and my eyes got wet. At this time, you are optimistic and strong, and there are many things worthy of praise, because you and I both think I won't be afraid anymore.
At this time, it was dark. Under the dim street lamp, the halo blooms in circles. Your smile still appears in front of my eyes. I admire your spirit, grandpa. Thank you. Even if you are just a stranger riding a tricycle, your spirit is worthy of song for you.
Song for you's childhood is long gone. However, I clearly remember those bitter days when you sent me to school rain or shine.
Rain, pattering.
I like to get into the raincoat behind you and put my hand in your pocket to keep warm, so that I can feel the warmth of your body, count the sound of raindrops hitting you and even sleep peacefully. I never thought, what you bear is the roar of the wind or the chill like a knife. I can't guess how much you have suffered, because you always hide your love in a place where you can't find it.
I'm a little old and precocious, and I'm rebellious. I always quarrel with you and even make you cry. However, I always get your forgiveness with a slightly disdainful "I was wrong". You never told me that your eyes were red and swollen from crying. I don't know, you tried to give me a better study environment ... I always repay you with a report card with "insufficient oil money" and perfunctory you with a reason of "I tried my best".
You are very filial and grandma has a bad temper. Whenever I lose my temper, I can't help nagging, and quarreling with my grandmother has become my daily life. At this time, you will harshly criticize me. You always educate me with your words and deeds.
The rain outside the window is a little heavy. Seeing the streams gathered in the yard and the bright flowers fluttering with the wind, are the flowers and plants also grateful for the nourishment of the rain and dew?
During the holiday, in order to relieve my study pressure, you asked my father to drive us to the amusement park. Tickets are not cheap, but you didn't hesitate. Line up, play ball, you hold my hand like a few years ago. In the past, you were busy with your work and seldom participated in these thrilling games. That time you stayed with me without hesitation. The young people screamed wildly, which made me a little discouraged. You took my hand and walked straight to the seat arranged by the staff without hesitation ... After the game, I couldn't wake up from the excitement just now for a long time. What about you? Your eyelashes are fluttering like wet butterfly wings ... are they tears? Are those tears like rain? Gradually calm down the heart, can not help but ripple.
Oh, mom, dear mom! You are like rain and dew, painting my life with colorful brilliance; You are the rain and dew, giving me endless fragrance and vitality. You have warmed me with affection and companionship for more than ten years, so let me spend the rest of my life growing up in song for you!
Writing 8 songs for you is a broad word. Many people like singing, many people like listening to songs, and many people are keen on writing songs. I like singing, but I can't sing very well. I like listening to songs and enjoying them, which makes me intoxicated; I can't write songs, I don't have the talent; But I still miss song for you, my friend.
I often hum a song, friends. People's life is very long, and they always have to make friends; Friends accompany us all our lives. Growing up, I have playmates, intimate friends, inseparable brothers and classmates who live together day and night. There are certainly many reasons for having so many friends: I often played with him when I was a child. He is taller and stronger than me and always protects me; Every game, he always gives way to me; Gradually, we not only played games, but also got to know him better. He can not only play, but also study. He has been reading more books and knowing more than me. In this way, he and I go hand in hand. Wherever we go, there is always our laughter. But people have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full of rain and shine. I left my hometown with my parents, so I separated from him and my good brother. Long time no see, but my mind is full of his shadow.
I also like listening to a song, "You at the same table". That's my primary school deskmate. She studies well and has a frank personality. It's still very pleasant to sit at the same table with her. Every time I have difficulties, she always helps me: in a quiz, I was wrongly convicted of cheating by the class teacher, but she defended me and rehabilitated me in front of the class teacher. She spoke quickly, and I soon understood. She let me know that there is friendship between boys and girls. Thank you for being my deskmate.
I only tried to write a song, or adapt a singer's song. That song was written for a classmate in my class: In the afternoon, physical education class, the one-kilometer test was a grim reality for me, but it was more difficult for him: his left calf muscle was strained because of fatigue, and running for one kilometer was like a mountain for him. I advised him to give up, but he didn't want to, so he stood up. I was deeply moved to see him sweating and unconvinced. It is his persistence that drives me to write songs for him, and he is also obsessed with music. So soon, a song named "One second difference" appeared in my pen; When he saw the song, his face was full of joy. Maybe this song inspired him. After the second test, he finally passed the test, and our smile could not be suppressed.
Friends, give me too much.
I miss song for you, my friend.