"Mouth when ..." The clock struck eight, and my father hasn't come home yet. I am doing my homework, but my heart is uneasy-since the severe situation of SARS, my mother and I have never worried about my father for a day, and we are always afraid of what will happen in the hospital one day ... There is heavy footsteps outside the door, and my father is back!
"Dad, why are you so late today?" I was greeted and asked with concern. The mother who heard the voice kept asking questions. I saw my father sighed gravely: "After work today, the hospital held an emergency meeting ..." My father suddenly stopped. He looked at me and said to his mother, "Come inside!"
Dad must have something he doesn't want me to know! I looked at the door of the back room and hesitated for a long time, but I still couldn't help but go forward and find out. Through the crack of the door, I saw my mother who seemed to have tears in her eyes and heard her tearful voice. "Daughter grade three, the senior high school entrance examination is coming soon. How can you leave at such a critical time? Recently, my family are worried about the relocation. If you are not here, how can I insist! " "I understand," my father said quietly. "As a doctor, I must do my best in this emergency. This is my duty. You need me, but the patient needs me more. "
I see, everything is clear. Dad is going to fight SARS. I couldn't bear it any longer. I rushed in and shouted, "Dad, you can go safely!" " ! I will support you silently behind your back. "Dad hugged me tightly. Dad, mom, me and three people snuggled together for a long, long time. ...
Two days later, before he left, my father smiled and said to me, "Son, don't worry about me. Dad will be very careful. " After that, I waved my hand and walked confidently and firmly to the front line of fighting Africa ... I sat by the window and suddenly found that it was much clearer outside, and the melody of "Extraordinary Courage" sounded in my ears again. I couldn't help singing along ... this is for my father! This is for our lovely soldiers in white! It is your professional ethics that makes people's society more stable. I praise you from my heart, and I want to sing a song for you! A hero's hymn!
If I sing a song now, I really want to sing a graduation song.
A poet said that graduation is a broken glass window. When we walk past it, it hurts to look back at the crystal in that place. I have gone through graduation and those spring and autumn years. I sit here and sing an elegy for the lost years.
I thought I would always remember the days when I tried to do exercises at night, and the days when I recited ancient Chinese endlessly for two hours now ... But now, what I can firmly capture is the thick iron gate of the school, the graffiti on the desk, the creaking old electric fan hanging overhead in the classroom, and the sweaty playground-all these constitute my junior high school career. It said goodbye to me when I graduated, and then.
Let me sing a graduation song for these beautiful pictures.
I remember every day after school, I would go to the snack bar next to school with Xiao B to chew chicken wings and drink black tea, but I couldn't shake it. When we are about to graduate, we will start counting down when we go there every day, watching the sun set a little below the horizon outside the window, and then the twilight will be four. Little B shook his long hair sadly at this time: "One day has passed, and the sun keeps turning and rising and falling every day. What can we change? " I looked at her soft face, bright pupils, and my heart was empty and sad …
Finally, on graduation day, the weather was fine. Little B and Xiao Ai and I wandered around the campus, hiding in a corner where no one spoke. We leaned against a big French phoenix tree, watched the sun shine on our shoulders like silver, and said some casual but slightly stinging words. I said that we are bamboos, which keep growing and jointing. We hear the sound of bones growing wildly, which means the end of another period of time. Then Xiao Ai took my hand and said, "Everyone has graduated, so relax …" I'm sitting here now. In retrospect, I thought it was only one day. However, four years later, I silently sang the graduation song with my pen as the end of a period of time.
Of course, this is my time.
I want to sing a song. This is a song of life.
July 7, 2003, at 4: 30. I quickly took out Xinmin Evening News from the mailbox, just like in the past. Although the exam is approaching, reading newspapers is still my habit for many years. The line of sight crossed the first edition, the second edition and the fifteenth edition. Suddenly, my eyes lit up: Iranian conjoined sisters are going to have separation surgery! With a scream, the photos of the two sisters came into my eyes. Except for some skulls, they are no different from ordinary people, but their bright eyes are a little melancholy, but full of longing for the future. Knowing that they are 29 years old, I was shocked again: where did they get such great courage? This operation is a narrow escape! I am really worried about them. Faced with the threat of death, the two sisters are willing to leave the hope of life to each other. What a beautiful heart!
July eighth. When I got the newspaper, I broke the routine and went straight to page 15. According to my inference, this news should be reported continuously. As expected, almost all the pages published the news. However, the eye-catching title makes me feel cool: the operation is in trouble! I feel that the air around me is frozen, and I can only hear my own heartbeat. It turns out that their skulls are thicker than expected, so the operation takes more time, and the doctor can only cut one millimeter at a time. I'm more scared than them. All I can do is pray for them, and then pray.
July 9th. As soon as the time came, I hurried downstairs and quickly took out the newspaper. I can't wait to turn to page 15. "Oh, how come!" I cried, hardly believing my eyes. But it is clear in the newspaper that the two sisters are dead. Suddenly, my nose is sour and my cheeks are covered with crystal tears. The photos of the two sisters were enlarged and published in the newspaper. However, their smiles have become eternal ... The scene of sisters overcoming all kinds of difficulties and tenacious life in the past 30 years flashed before my eyes. Now, what a huge price they have paid for a brighter tomorrow!
I really want to sing a song for the two sisters, a beautiful and sad song with tears. While I am proud of their beautiful life music, I wish them good luck on their way to heaven. Perhaps, this is also the song that the two sisters want to sing most in their hearts, which is known all over the world. This is a song that pursues life at the expense of death. ...
Song of the motherland
Is life full of beauty? Yes, it's spring in your eyes and autumn leaves in your hands ... Song is a kind of beauty and a kind of catharsis.
In the early morning, a small parabola stands in the blue sky. This line is bright red, shining with golden light, passing through the clouds. This is the rising sun. The dazzling brilliance suddenly spilled on the Oriental Pearl, which revived the transparent sphere and reappeared its original face. It shone like a crystal, attracting people's eyes and reflecting the surrounding sunshine ... The Oriental Pearl does have a unique "magnetic force" and unique charm. She makes people move and sigh! Gradually, the giant building with perfect integration of red and white occupied my sight. Between her and me, it seems that there is a broken and shining Pujiang road, which makes people run away to calm their beating hearts.
I want to sing: Ah, this dazzling pearl is a bright spot in China. It will always stand in the east of the world and sing a beautiful life.
Serenade-The flying rainbow of Lupu Bridge spans the Pujiang River. The bright moon splashes a little flashing silver light on the water, and a magical landscape is painted on the Pujiang River. Looking up, how magnificent it is against the light! Fairy tale "rainbow" is displayed in front of the world, dazzling. Curves are more charming than straight lines, guiding the eyes to pursue endlessly. Lupu is like a beautiful sculpture: the arched colored marble stone tablet, the three silver steel structure arcs of flying stones, and the meaningful golden inscription on the Weibei stone tablet quietly tell another miracle that happened in this country.
I want to sing: Ah, Lupu is China's unique curve, and she embodies "beauty is life".
March-The Three Gorges Project goes upstream and strolls along the upper reaches of the Yangtze River. Approaching the dam, what you see is the dynamic and static contrast between the two sides. The water on the dam is quiet and flat as a mirror; Surging waves spewed out from the diversion bottom hole on the downstream side, like countless rushing dragons, splashing several meters of silver-white flying beads and jade in the air and crashing down. In the vast land, which river has accumulated such a thick culture? Which water area has ever gathered so many supernatural shows? When the rivers carrying this heavy culture and gas field gather in the Three Gorges Dam, how can we not generate huge energy from Generate? From this, we touched the weight of ancestors, the weight of history and the weight of mountains and rivers.
I want to sing: Ah, how beautiful the water of the Three Gorges is, it will swim to the end, because it is our eternal spiritual home.
The endless beauty of the motherland outlines a song that surges in my heart and makes me want to sing it. I will praise them with songs: the bright pearl, the majestic Three Gorges and the unique Lupu. This is the beauty created by people with their hands, which is a portrayal of the rapid development of China's reform and opening up! One day, China will surely become the focus of world attention and stand among the nations of the world.
Motherland, I am song for you. (Luwan District Grade A Volume)
Spring In Jade Pavilion；Song of Youth
Sixteen-year-old flower season, how beautiful! I want to sing a song, youth is beautiful!
Youth is a beautiful scenic line. Some people slip away in a hurry and get nothing, but they will always regret it when they are old! Some people appreciate the wonderful and fascinating things that belong to them, and they will always have an endless aftertaste when they get old! These are two completely different people, do they also bring us a little touch?
I want to sing a song, youth is beautiful! Because youth is full of energy! We always swim tirelessly in the ocean of knowledge, and will not be tired, because we are grass with vitality and perseverance! You see, in the volunteer service team, there is always our figure, serving the elderly and being a small traffic policeman ... We are very busy. Although there is pearl-like sweat dripping down, it is a pearl, how precious it is! We should inject vitality into the whole society!
I want to sing a song, youth is beautiful! Because youth is full of wisdom! When we encounter a problem, we always solve it. As the saying goes, "heroes have been born since ancient times", of course, we must do it well! In various arenas, we "newborn calves are not afraid of tigers"! Winning the laurel depends on our wisdom and struggle! In terms of scientific and technological inventions, we also do our part. We carefully contact life, combined with reality, and boldly create one invention after another that surprises adults! Who said we were children? We are small and ambitious! We should spread wisdom to all corners of society!
I want to sing a song, youth is beautiful! Because youth is not too long! A flash in the pan is short-lived, but who can say it is not beautiful? It is precisely because of its simplicity that it brings people infinite nostalgia! But a flash in the pan can be countless times, and everyone's youth is only once. Why not hold on to it?
Let's sing loudly together: youth is beautiful!
Song of friendship
Once, I accidentally dug out a dusty photo album from my desk. In the second row, I found you, my deskmate, and suddenly a song echoed in my ear, the song "You at the same desk".
"Do you remember to borrow half an eraser from me?" I remember you as a forgetful person. You often take exams without an eraser, and you always borrow it from me. After an exam, the teacher talked to me and said that you and I used erasers to copy cheat sheets. Poor me, I was punished by the teacher for a class. It's a good thing you're not the kind of person who is ungrateful. After class, you will hand me a piece of chewing gum, so that I can find sweetness in bitterness.
"Will you still think of you who can't guess the problem?" I remember your excellent grades, but you are absolutely geography-blind. You are energetic in Chinese class, but you are chicken in geography class. You are curled up and don't even have the courage to raise your hand, but the teacher likes to ask you to speak. Ah, the students' ears are really uncomfortable-you said Britain and the United States are neighbors, and China and the Sea of Japan are separated by the Indian Ocean. You even said that there are only two continents in the world, Asia and Africa ... Because of your "nonsense", my favorite class at ordinary times, besides physical education class, is geography.
Oh, yes. Speaking of physical education class, you are really great. From the outside, such a beautiful girl is actually a sports fan. She finished the 100 meter sprint in 8 seconds, and the standing long jump surpassed all the male students, so there are so many male students who are willing to play football with you. Then, you and I became two arrows on the field, making the opposing goalkeeper always in a hurry. Remember? Last time we played a 6-0 game in Class (2), you were still upset!
"Who put your long hair up ..." You have long black hair and beautiful hair, but you don't tidy it. Maybe it has something to do with your personality, but you won't let a man like me comb your hair. Fortunately, no one saw it earlier, otherwise they would have to report to the office again.
On graduation day, you cried. Because you are going to study in Japan. We sat together for the last time. After all, it has been five years. I can't help crying. The atmosphere was really strange. I held back my disappointment and finally said something to ease the atmosphere: "Now you finally know what the sea is between China and Japan?" You smiled, what a bright smile!
Deskmate, what's wrong with you now? I wonder, are you still so good at sports? Have you made any progress in geography? Now I really want to sing the song "You at the same table" to you and relive that unforgettable primary school time.
Through the Millennium, your figure appeared in front of me again and again. Your eternal swan song is composed by your spirit, your spirit is filled with your emotions, your emotions are triggered by your times, and your times shine because of you. I've always wanted to sing a song for you since I met you. -inscription
Du Fu, are you all right? Actually, I'm worried about you. You are always worried about your country and people, and your face is full of vicissitudes. Do you look up at the night sky alone again tonight? "How can I not cry at the railing?" ? Or in a different place, when the war is raging, looking forward to the news of your loved ones? Although you understand that "after three months of war, a letter from home is worth a ton of gold", you are still worried about the country and people. "Petals flow down like tears, and lonely birds sing their sorrows." Is the best portrayal of you. Between your lines, there is always grief and indignation. The first quick poem of your "However, I packed my books and poems crazily" is also related to the recovery of lost land and the victory of peaceful rebellion. Your patriotic feelings and broad mind make me want to sing a hymn for you more than once, and your charm still shines after thousands of years.
Du Fu, is your hut strong in the cold season? I hope you don't "come back and lean on the stick and sigh" because you are chasing the thatch. If you were alive today, you wouldn't sing "All the poor people in the world are happy", would you? You are so admired by future generations, "I am alone enough to freeze to death" is your strongest voice!
Du Fu, you dreamed of your good friend Li Bai more than once. You use "our capital is nosy, but you are lonely, helpless and poor" to express his dissatisfaction, and you use "1000-year reputation, 10,000-year reputation, what is good, when you die and leave" to express your endless worries. It's exciting that you have deep feelings for your friends. You held back your sadness and wrote, "Tomorrow the mountains will separate us, and after tomorrow-who can say? "How many people in the world can understand your feelings in loneliness? A bosom friend is hard to find!
Du Fu, Du Fu, I miss you when you were young. You wrote the heroic poem "Reach the Peak, the other mountains all appear dwarfs under the sky.". With great enthusiasm, but things are confusing. An Anshi Rebellion ruined the prosperity of the Tang Dynasty and your dream of saving the world, but similarly, the Anshi Rebellion also created the best of you!
Du Fu, I've always wanted to sing a song for you, but I know that no matter what song you sing, you can't show your greatness and perseverance. How to define you, Du Fu?
The sage in the poem, the bottom of the pen waves! You are you, and there is no point in saying more.
Postscript: Just like the Buddha said, "When you drink water, you will know yourself." Du Fu's spirit can only be understood by our hearts. When I looked up at the night sky again, your face appeared in the night sky. I can't help wanting to sing another song for you. You stopped me with your eyes. Well, silence and joy, silently bless your peace!
Looking back is spring, looking down is autumn, and the wheel of fate turns slowly; The movement of the sun, the moon and rivers involves the cycle of the four seasons.
In a blink of an eye, I have gone through twenty springs, but I just have an indescribable feeling for you. Sometimes you smile at me like a child, and sometimes you touch me gently like a mother. You are not as anxious as summer, as arrogant as autumn, and as cold as the East. I think maybe it is because of this that I like and even fall in love with you, miss you so much, and always want to sing a song for you.
I don't know if you remember the dawn of spring, birds singing, bloom, green trees and the sound of rain. Beautiful pictures are naturally presented to me. Indeed, you brought us not only visual shock, but also spiritual enjoyment. Everything wakes up from a deep sleep, rubbing sleepy eyes and looking at this poetic and spring-like new world.
You stretch and dance your long dance sleeves, so that grass and willow buds can't wait to emerge, and all of a sudden, the bare Shan Ye and the gray earth are stained with a little green, and they look so dazzling in the warm sunshine; The river is civilized and gurgling, and the fish in the water often jump out of the water to say hello to you; There are cherry blossoms, peach blossoms and apricot blossoms ... jingling in the breeze; The fragrance of the earth wafts into the nostrils; ..... All the flavors of nature suddenly boil in the interweaving of time and space.
Suddenly the spring rain came quietly to us, the wheat seedlings were sucking greedily like newborn babies, the river was dancing briskly, and even the falling raindrops were written into beautiful songs. However, after the spring rain, the weather seems to have returned to winter. People reluctantly put on heavy clothes and complained, "This spring is like a child's face changing, which makes people unprepared."
You are a new beginning, and the joys and sorrows of the past have been fixed in history. People put down the heavy burden in their hearts and started the journey of the new year. Directors began to plan a historical drama, hoping to present a visual feast to people after "Go East" and "Go West" at the end of the year. The students are full of energy and high morale, making full preparations for the upcoming exams, big and small; Farmers' uncles began to cultivate land and sow seeds to plant hope for the coming year; The traffic police stick to their jobs day and night, hoping that every traveler will be safe; ...... "A year's plan lies in spring", and everyone makes a good plan for one year, hoping to draw a satisfactory full stop for their 2009.
However, the most important thing you bring us is hope, let us understand: the sun has set, you still have the moon, you are a bright sky, and a sun will rise sooner or later; Autumn is over, you are still young, and any fulcrum of the earth can build a monument; The sail has fallen, and you still have oars. Even if you drop your only sail, don't beg for the wind. The fruit has fallen, and you still have seeds. Even if all the fruits fall, pray for the years. One hope has fallen, and you still have more hope to fight for. As long as you have hope, will your spring be far behind?
Unfortunately, the spring in the north is too short to say goodbye to us and leave in a hurry. Maybe it's because you are too short, so I always want to sing a song for you to remind you of the lost beauty!
The hot air smoked the earth green, and the scorching sun roasted the helpless pedestrians. Take a difficult first step from the dormitory, and then we will never stop-go to the classroom and repeat it.
The sapphire sky was a little confused, and the stars faded faintly. It was that bright lamp that lit up the gloomy sky. Laughter faded deep drowsiness, and witty words opened a warm atmosphere. Smart smile, irony, lofty aspirations and compassion have all been experienced together, sighing that heroes hate yes-men, and praising righteous men and chivalrous men are also revealed in every word.
In the past years (maybe later), you used to be a soft satirist. You used to laugh at the voice of "ah-hydrocarbon". You flew into a rage because of my willfulness and left. For the next few months, you seem unreasonable, until one day, the ice finally melts and you can smile.
I used to be surprised by the crystal of dew, shining with the sun, shining on Ying Ying, as if telling something. I asked what it was and why, but it didn't answer. It continues to shine, let me enjoy it slowly. It was not until the spring breeze warmed people that they knew that dew was the eyes of the earth. Look at each other, blink at each other and understand each other. I like Yuchan (another teacher's nickname), but I have a long and affectionate feeling of a scholar.
I've always wanted to sing a song for you, my friend and my teacher, but I've searched all the music and I can't find it. The quietness along the Rhine, the boldness of Hukou Waterfall, the sadness in front of Shelley's tomb, the prosperity of Wall Street, the magnificence of Dunhuang and the solemnity of the pyramids all have their own merits. Heavy ink, beautiful and elegant, splashed ink on the road of life and dyed my rice paper.
I always want to sing a song for you, and stand in front of us in my thirties and tell your story. In the cardamom years, we shine with the aura of youth. You embrace our frivolous colors with inclusive wings, and let us stabilize our impetuous hearts when we are in the prime of life.
I always wanted to sing a song for you. You watered my dry land with words. You have taken us a long way with your deep affection. You always say teacher, but I always say friend. We embrace life warmly together, accept challenges fearlessly and pursue hard work persistently. With the most gorgeous colors, the picture scroll that we walked together is full of jumping notes. ...
This silent song, the song that can't be found, rings in my heart. Even if one day I walk into the barren land in the northwest, as long as I have this song, I will still March forward with my head held high. ...
I really want to sing a song for you and sing my inner feelings;
I really want to sing a song for you and sing a surging passion;
I really want to sing a song for you, singing the feelings of the times.
Youth is a flashy smoke cloud, but they always say it is precious. We irrigate with time and love with our whole soul. Its memory is like a knife engraved on your apocalypse, and it has become a footprint that can never be erased. Although sometimes leaves fall and the wind blows them down, you will feel a little bit of pain, but after more than ten years and decades, it will become the source of your happiness.
What would a story without an ending look like? Watching the old couple walk hand in hand through the beautiful sunset and disappear at the end of the street, they will know how to grasp the course of life better than the young people now. Holding my lover's arm tightly, I know it's a little indulgent, but I have another kind of gratitude in my heart. Feel that we are soul mates, hug each other and hold hands forever.
The light of youth and the beauty of sunset are always stored together. Flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water are so beautiful that even Chopin's serenade can't sing his inner feelings.
Why does the spring always gush from the spring eye, but it flows freely around, and the vast singing voice can always sing everyone's heart. Although the listener has a heart, your eyes reveal your regret for the past. Obviously, it is an end point, which cannot be taken lightly. There are too many beautiful things, who won't give up a little in life? You have an environment that suits you, full of different colors. If you embrace nature, life will be as fresh as air.
People haven't changed, my heart hasn't changed, the lights on the other side are dim, the courtyard in the moonlight, when the willows on the other side are floating on your chest, you and I only love differences. The rain falls with the wind, the leaves are lingering, and the leaves return to their roots.
Friends go with each other all their lives/those days are gone forever/in a word, a lifetime/a glass of wine/a friend who is never lonely/a friend who you will understand-a friend of Emil Wakin Chau.
Friend, are you okay? Do you still remember me I believe you will. Now, if I take that past memory out of my memory, my mouth will still rise unconsciously. The past days are still so simple, so happy and unforgettable. Such as the stars in the dark night sky, although small, they are moving and beautiful.
I vaguely remember that day, saying goodbye from your mouth, as firm as iron, but in the sunset, I had the illusion of scorching sun, and the horizon at dusk drew a farewell. From then on, we separated. I continue to pursue my dream in Shanghai, but you have no choice but to spend it all and go back to your hometown to finish your studies. You know, I can't bear to part with you. As you know, our difference may be the gap of fate. You are there, and I am here. We are reluctant to leave, just like birds and fish. Even if love is like the sea, we can never cross that thin layer of sea. You said, "Everyone has the right to pursue happiness." Yes, we should all pursue happiness. Although we are in a strange place and can't meet each other, we should pursue our own happiness and happiness, right?
We spent three years together. Coincidentally, I have been sitting in front of you for three years, but you have been sitting behind me. I think it's fate. Since God arranged for me to meet you in this flower season, why not enjoy it? I remember the friend impression you left me on QQ: "There is always a tragic lady sitting behind a successful man who silently supports him." After reading it, I added a naughty sentence to you: "There is always a tragic man sitting in front of a successful lady who silently supports him." That is our era, which belongs to our origami era. We folded our friendship into a paper plane and flew to each other happily and quietly. You have tested how I fly a paper plane from Shanghai to Beijing. I don't know. So you wrote "Shanghai" and "Beijing" on the table, and finished the task easily with a paper plane. I can't help being speechless. Now, the distance between us is only a few centimeters on the map. My friendship plane can still fly to you easily, can't it?
You came back during the winter vacation. That short day is just a meteor in our life, but it is a star in my memory. No matter how many years have passed, it will still glow and heat my youth. We go to KTV to sing. You like Taylor Swift, so do I. Remember the song "You belong to me" that we sang-"You should be with me"? That song may not be so beautiful or so loud, but there is a voice in our hearts-you should be with me. You wrote in your diary: "Can you sing You Belong to Me with me next time?" Sure, why not?
When I was in the moment of choice, you said to me, "Believe in yourself and just follow your feelings, and then your heart will not regret or hesitate." Yes, why regret, and why hesitate? Go your own way and be your best. Now, after a long separation, I still remember your touching smile in the sun, your sad cry with your head buried, and the simple and happy years in the past. We once agreed: "We must win when we graduate!" We'll do it, right?
We are not lovers, but we are friends. As long as we are friends, whether in heaven or on earth, we will never feel lonely. Because we are friends, best friends.
My friend, I want to sing a song for you, singing the feeling in my heart. Although the singing is not very touching, but the heart is sincere. Please enjoy the following:
Friends walk together all their lives.
Those days are over.
A word of life.
Yisheng Yiqing north JIU
Friends are never alone.
A friend, you will understand.
There is still hurt and pain.
I have to go. I- ...
Friend, did you hear the song I sang for you?