Snow, with the sound of nature, sings songs full of soul, love, dance and life.
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1 snowflake, dancing, dancing into winter snowflake.
Every snowflake flower is a hexagonal petal. One petal is as holy as snow lotus, one petal is as pure as narcissus, one petal is as pure as lotus, one petal is as simple as lily, one petal is as elegant as epiphyllum, and the other petal burns like plum blossom.
Snowflakes are flowers from heaven to the earth. The ethereal roots are hidden in the love of the virgin Mary in heaven; Pure petals are hidden in the flowers of the earth.
A childlike innocence, hidden in snowflakes, blooms into a white and flawless childhood.
Wake up childhood and be turned white by snow into a fairy tale in winter. In the dream, the story of the white swan is also flying.
Close to the childlike innocence of snowflakes, I long for Santa Claus to come in the dancing snowflakes and bring a sacred gift to heaven.
When snowflakes are flying, it is the happiest time in childhood. Childlike heart is pure because of snowflakes; Fairy tales are beautiful because of snowflakes; Childhood, longing for snowflakes.
A girl made of water blooms the bud of life. The flame of youth, wrapped in pure snow, turns red into plum blossoms.
Snow, water from the sky, is made into a girl's body; Snow, dancing water in winter, melts in the girl's blood; Snow, the holy water on earth, the soul of a pure girl.
A girl near the snow is like a plum blossom near the snow. She purifies herself with the whiteness of snow and ignites herself with the flame of plum. Girl, chew love in the snow, chew plum blossom fragrance in the cold, a youthful heart, no longer hesitate; A pair of pure eyes, no longer confused
A "rain god", walking in the sky, plucking the music of nature. The sound of the wind falls on the earth in winter and goes deep into the bone marrow in winter.
A new snow, a white query, a brilliant light.
Who listens to the Millennium snow and how many vicissitudes have melted quietly?
Who witnessed ten thousand years of snow, shining with their own white flame for five thousand years?
A drop of stormy water blooms into a winter flower. Peace permeates everything and the pure collection of the past.
Snowflakes, butterflies in winter.
A white butterfly wakes up. Whose eyes are pure and warm?
A gentle white butterfly, who is pure and youthful?
Gently pluck the strings of winter, and let the notes of plum blossom float in the snow and fall through the snow.
One winter, butterflies and beauty danced in the snow. Winter is pure, bright and full of vitality in transparent dance: white butterflies replace the eternal love of ancient butterflies.
Snow, winter eyes, looks at spring with burning eyes.
A piece of waking snow, a ray of winter eyes.
The snow in the sun smiled brilliantly, and the children who made snowmen made a pure childhood and a white fairy tale.
Snow in the moonlight, sparkling eyes and clean heart make a girl's first love brighter.
Snow always tries to change the coldness of the world with pure and flawless eyes, and awaken the melancholy soul with a drop of calm tears under her eyes.
Snow casts a clean eye on the poet and makes the poems purified by snow penetrate into the soul of winter.
A drop of rain falls on the sleeping mountain, which constitutes the snow of Chinese characters in China.
A piece of snow hides the soul of the rain and the bones of the mountain.
A piece of snow hides the flow of water, the songs of streams, the waves of rivers and the waves of the sea.
A piece of snow, the head of a mountain, the body of a peak, the strength of a pulse, the soul of a cliff.
The light of snow makes the ancient lotus in the snowy mountain quiet and become an ancient lamp in China, and the grass in Tianshan Mountain green in the snow becomes a capitalized national spirit.
Snow purifies the impetuous world with a kind of whiteness.
Snow purifies the sheep, snow birds, pastoral songs, Hada, yurts, the moon of Saar, religious scriptures, worshiped souls and love songs in the grassland. ...
Grassland snow is the source of life in the vast grassland. Snow after snow moistens the nation running on horseback. The sound of horses' hooves stepping on the quiet snow asks for nothing about the extraordinary life.
The grassland snow has given birth to a clean living home.
2. Grass composes songs
I come from the earth, so small, but the spring breeze gives me strength, so I have the courage to be so tenacious. It is precisely because nature needs me to decorate her to influence the desert that I can prove it in this way.
In spring, we grow up like energetic children; In summer, although our vitality is very fragile, our will is still so strong, but do you know? The fragility of this time is to sum up experience for the next time; In autumn, many people are blinded by the devil and set fire to us crazily; In winter, we are fully prepared and always ready for the next recovery.
The earth is my mother, the person who gave birth to me and raised me. She found sweet and clean water sources from all over the world to irrigate me. No matter what I do, she will silently support me behind my back. When I was born, I snuggled up to the earth, and Mother Earth accompanied me. After my death, I still sleep on the earth and wait quietly. Therefore, I will strive to grow up, only by expanding our race, dressing up our lovely nature, adding vitality to her, decorating our mother with more fresh green, making it richer and more energetic, and feeling the joy brought by youth again. Therefore, only when I grow up and become strong can I fight against the ruthless desert and defeat it. I will lead my brothers and sisters to fight together, and I will let my mother hear the battle song of my triumphant return.
When I succeed, I will bathe in the warm sunshine with my mother during the day, and I will sleep with my mother at night, always guarding her and never giving up. She used to be my mother, now, in the future and forever. ...
Song of failure
Failure-is the firmness of success!
Failure-is the premise of turning defeat into victory!
Failure-it is a temporary wind!
Failure-a bomb that was successfully detonated!
Failure-is the encouragement to move forward!
Failure-is a challenge!
No one will fail, but another person will fall, eventually give up and die! Didn't it come back to life in the end? Don't be afraid of failure, and don't be overwhelmed by it. Don't worry, failure won't really make you fall!
Face failure with a smile and strive for success!
If you want to succeed, you must fail first!
How to move forward without failure?
What is failure? It's just the wind blowing!
Failure is a bitter medicine, beneficial and harmless!
Failed, come on! Only one step away from success, cross it!
Failure does little harm to people, but it helps people a lot!
Failure is common. What are you afraid of?
Unless you are not human, you should not be afraid of failure!
Friend, if you fail, have a good dream; If you fail, fly freely; Fail, look at the sea; If you fail, make up your mind to succeed!
Screenwriter: Final Illusion-
I don't believe in God, because I am God! )
3. The Song of the Grass is animism. It is only because of the existence of people and the gaze of spiritual people that everything shows the modality of the world. As people listen, the sound of raindrops constitutes a kind of music.
-Inscription Grateful Heart I am a grass, growing in the grass of the grassland masses, thinking about the future under the blue sky and white clouds, and growing sturdily in the sun. However, I am so young, I am not sad, because I am more grateful than others.
I thank my parents, who exchanged their lives for me, a life that is insignificant to the world; I am grateful to all creatures, because I can have a place where I live. Sunshine, rain, white clouds and blue sky all nourish me and feed me. I thank my brothers and sisters, who think of me everywhere. Of course, these little help hardly need to be mentioned to everyone in the world, but I still want to thank them, because I have a grateful heart! Without gratitude, living is death. Sincere heart Spring has come, and Miss Spring has come with light steps.
I am very happy. I greeted her sincerely, and she greeted me sincerely. Everyone is envious because I have a sincere heart. I treat anyone sincerely, and I will be sincerely rewarded.
One world, one dream! My goal is not too big, because I can't be as slim as my uncle, but every member of my family is sincerely greening the environment for people. I sincerely appeal to the world: "one person, one dream!" The 2008 Olympic Games is coming. I am friends with Beibei, Jingjing, Huanhuan, Yingying and Nini. My sincere heart is me, a grass growing on the grassland.
Tell you gently: let everything sleeping in the dream sing our song together-the song of the grass! Clap for me, cheer for me, and sing Song of the Grass if you want! Yeah! = = = = = = Song of the Grass? ? I am a grass, and God gave me a set of green clothes to play the role of green spring. ? -Inscription? Walking alone in the street, the defeat of the game and the misunderstanding of my friends are like pieces of boulder, which makes me breathless. The crisp wind in the wind brought my thoughts to three years ago.
Three years ago, I stepped into the gate of middle school like a young goose. I opened my curious eyes and felt both excited and nervous.
I made up my mind at that time: I must work hard to open up a new world. But it all came so suddenly. Middle school life is made up of competition, and sometimes competition is quite cruel.
When I first arrived, my firm belief gradually faded away in repeated exams and finally disappeared. I realized: in this huge campus, I am just a grass, I only deserve to hide in the corner to survive, and spring does not belong to me.
From then on, I closed my mind and stayed away from my classmates. Inferiority has become my inseparable good friend.
The head teacher saw my worry and he talked to me. "You stayed there all day, speechless. Do you have anything on your mind? " I shook my head. "Then why don't you be lively and integrate into the big family of class collective?" "I'm not qualified, because I study poorly, I'm just a grass ..." I muttered.
The class teacher smiled and said, "Grass is also a part of spring." ? What would spring be like without grass? Peony is in full bloom, peony is in full bloom, roses are fragrant ... they are beautiful, but grass will also bloom! They have their own characteristics, grass has its own personality, and there is no essential difference in flowering! I believe: your grass will certainly produce beautiful and fragrant flowers! "The teacher in charge's words made me suddenly enlightened. I said, "Teacher, are you saying that I am all right?" "Of course! As long as you are willing to accept the sunshine and rain. " ? The teacher's words gave me courage and strength, and I found a blue sky in front of me.
On the journey of learning, whenever I encounter difficulties and feel discouraged, I will say to myself, "I am a flowering grass!" " "This time, I will cheer up. In this way, my grades are getting better and better, and I have more and more friends.
Whenever I have a small harvest, I will sing my own "Song of Grass": "There is no fragrance of flowers, no height of trees, but I want to be a grass that everyone knows. Never lonely, never worried, you see my friends are all over the world.
Sunshine, sunshine, you woke me up; Spring breeze, spring breeze, you blow me green; Rivers and mountains, you feed me; Mother Earth, I blossom in your arms, and I will bloom very well, very well ... "= = = = = = Song of the Grass I am an insignificant grass in the vast sea. It is the earth that gives me life, the sunshine that makes me full of vitality, and the rain that makes me get nutrition. Although I am not as exquisite and beautiful as peony, nor as exquisite and elegant as narcissus, I have a warm and simple heart in my long life.
I ask too little of others, but I give everything in the world far beyond my years. Warm spring, early in the morning, when the first ray of sunshine shone on the earth, people were exercising outdoors, and they met me first. I thank them for their first silent blessing, so I also want to give my faint fragrance to others. At noon, the earth was scorched by the blazing sun. People are so annoying at this time, but I can please people because I bring them a little coolness. Although this indifference is unremarkable, I have paid, so I am happy and people have a good mood.
Whenever night falls, people always like to snuggle up to me, and I love to comfort them so much. I will smile when I see children looking up at the sky and counting the stars. I laughed when I heard parents telling stories to their children.
Because I feel the warmth of home, I feel the warmth of home, which really benefits me a lot! I am not only so happy in the city, but also proud of myself when I was born in any corner of the world. Even in the desert, I can still find the brilliance of youth. I use my unique delicate and elegant turquoise to decorate the Shan Ye in the field, giving nature new beautiful colors and decorating the spring scenery more attractive.
Spring passes by in such a hurry. When autumn comes to the world with the chill of winter, everything withers.
4. Imitate Song of Flowers and write a composition of Song of Flowers.
I am a rosy cloud, and the Weaver Girl accidentally threw me into the mortal world, so Shan Ye Plain regarded me as the lace of their new clothes.
I am a sad tear, falling from the lonely beauty's eyes in Guanghan Palace, so the cold night wind took me over the mountains and shed a beautiful dream like Chang 'e.
I used my weak body against the hard rock, and he tore my skin mercilessly, while the storm grinned grimly; I withered, the seeds of life were stored in the soil, but I was full of vitality, looking at the vast world with burning eyes.
When the beautiful butterfly's lips brushed my cheek for the first time, the sweet world made me sing; When the last storm left me black and blue, when I carefully brought back the last sunshine. Finally, my beautiful cheeks began to wrinkle and dark yellow, and my straight torso began to curl; I stroked my scar and smelled the fragrance of the sun. The same is true of life: it begins with longing and ends with silent memories.
No one knows where I came from, even after I disappeared. The blue sky vaguely remembers my graceful dancing with the green grass and singing with the clouds.
When no one is around, I silently count my sorrows and scatter them on the grass tips, waiting for the morning wind to take them away.
I am a poem of the earth, a whisper of the night and a dance of the sun. What a cool life this is: this is a poem of the land of life, a painful whisper at night, and a dance of successful sunshine.
5. What kind of song (composition) is especially quiet in the morning. The day is slightly bright, when the sun shines on the earth again and again, when the peace has not been broken, I sit at the window and look at nature from a distance. Suddenly I heard a beautiful song. I want to know who it is. I looked up and saw some birds showing off their crisp songs on other people's roofs.
It turns out that it also got up so early, as if it wanted to greet the new day with me. It seems that while watching the scenery, I painted a picture of the early morning with my songs.
People doing morning exercises on the roadside are relaxing muscles and twisting their waists. They seem to have heard this song and looked at it with a smile, just like a musician. People who are running, passing by here, also heard this song, which inspired their spirit, as if it awakened their spirit and drove away the sleepy people. After a while, the students also set off for school. Groups of students walked with smiles and saw the songs. I also said "what a beautiful melody" to my classmates around me. The bird seemed to understand what he said, jumped a few times happily and flew to the wire. At this time, wires, birds and blue sky are mixed together. The sky corresponds to birds and wires. I looked at it. It seems to be a staff. Lines are five lines and birds are notes. This soundtrack should be the song that the bird sang just now that intoxicated everyone.
After a while, all kinds of sounds broke the silence in the morning. There were more cars and everyone began to get busy. At this time, the bird's concert was over, or because of the noise, its song was no longer noticeable, and more voices echoed in people's ears.
Another morning, I thought the bird would not come back, but when I looked out of the window again, the bird flew there again and continued to play its wonderful song.
6. What is song composition 1? Growth is a song.
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 sadness, bitterness and helplessness 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, 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, see if you are accompanied by a song, whether a tree grows from a tender light to a towering tree or a child grows up from babbling.
This is a colorful song, a clear and bright song. Of course, there is no sadness, bitterness and helplessness 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 get 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 and don't ask why. . Ah, as soon as I heard it, I suddenly felt 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 don't be intimidated by difficulties. . Teacher, I understand! 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, it is not difficult to 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!
7. Help write a 400-word essay and ask what songs (such as Song of the Grass, Song of the Cloud, etc.). ) The dream song "Flowers bloom in the dream, flowers fall in the dream" I whispered softly, but you fell deeply into the dream valley at midnight.
Thinking of your constant desire, I asked softly, "What do you want?" Maybe this song is so charming that you don't even know it. In desperation, I became a charming and lovely mermaid, but you jumped into my arms with great excitement, smiling and whispering slightly.
After that, you went back to sleep and looked at you sweetly. I turned into a wisp of smoke and stood by you, watching intently and touching gently. Sun Chu "Son, get up quickly!" "But you suck the pillow and wrap yourself in the quilt.
"ah! Baby. " I turned into a dragon and approached slowly. I really dare not get too close, because then you will get hurt and you will never be attached to me.
You suddenly got up and let out a cry and threw yourself into your mother's arms. This time, I really turned into a cigarette, hidden in black particles. Song of the Cloud I am a cloud.
The sky is my playground. In the sky, I fly with birds, free; Dancing with the wind, ever changing; After fighting, the sunset glow smeared a thick blush on my cheek, which made me shy and moving. Sometimes, I will naughty "stand" in front of the sun, blocking his sight. I ran away as soon as he got angry.
The sky is my resting place. When you are tired of playing, snuggle up in the warm embrace of the sky.
Sometimes I stare at the clear blue of the sea quietly and forget my existence; Sometimes I wait for the moonlight to gently dress me up, and then I am demure, elegant and dignified. One day, I will leave the embrace of the sky, turn into gentle rain, moisten thirsty land and trees, and dance on flowers and green grass with my toes; Let the rivers, lakes and seas no longer be empty.
After doing this, I will slowly rise from the ground, slowly merge into another cloud, return to the sky and say to her: I am back! I'm back.
8. Write the song of the mountain at the beginning of the composition.
Shan and I are friends. Friendship ties us together, but distance keeps us out of reach. I followed the tour guide here to combine my persistent thoughts with the immobility of the mountains; I will add my persistence to its unshakable belief, don't give up so easily, and be more determined.
In the evening, standing in front of the hotel window, I greeted my friends with a rigorous and towering look, so I also sent out the echo of "reciprocity"; Late at night, I recited this poem, so he accompanied me. ...
I am persistent by nature and don't listen to advice; My friend is very patient.
On the towering mountain peak, I shouted loudly and shouted out my anguish;
Under the towering peaks, I looked up and looked forward to it. ...
How many times, when the geese flew over the mountains and crossed an arc, I enjoyed the dance of the geese; How many times, when a friend loses his temper (referring to a small landslide), I hope it will pick up its simple and handsome appearance; I have had many knowing conversations with it, and it also gave me the answer in a hoarse voice. How many faint forests I have seen from the mountains; How many leaves and other plants have I collected from the mountain as commemorative specimens? ...
It was foggy in the morning, and everything was still asleep, but I got up early. Looking at the mountain outside the window, I can't help but recall what it is. Because my friend Shan told me to learn to be firm and add this dazzling stroke to my persistence.