Childhood is colorful, it has gorgeous colors, naive smile and sweet and sour taste.
We were naive, naive and happy in childhood. What was childhood like? I pondered over the problem with my chin cupped. Thinking about it, colorful childhood pictures emerge in front of me.
It was a very quiet night, and the sound of insects was particularly loud.
Yan Yan and I walked side by side on a quiet path.
The wind blew, the tall and graceful trees rustled, and their bodies tilted slightly, but they did not block the deep blue sky and the bright moonlight.
At this time, the flowers also slept. Oh, you can imagine what a quiet night it is. I can only tell you this in a gentle tone.
Look at the stars again. The starry sky dotted with countless stars was once the ideal sky in the dreams of two children.
Looking down again, you will find two white spots, just like two veiled leaves. I have to tell you gently that they are Yan Yan and me.
Huh? What are they talking about? Please listen carefully:
"One, two, three, four, five ..."
"No, no, look, another one is missing!"
Do you understand what they are doing? Yes, they are counting the stars.
The twinkling stars in the sky aroused their curiosity.
Listening and observing in my childhood is what I enjoy most. I listened carefully, I heard the stars singing softly, I heard the whispers of insects, and I heard the trees calling quietly. ...
Just shake the wind chimes, and I will listen attentively, listening to the beautiful voice, "Ding Dong? Ding Dong ",like the sound of a flowing stream, what a wonderful note.
Yan Yan and I counted the stars while listening to the music of the stars. The twinkling stars are our bright eyes.
It's a childhood memory. I gently close my eyes and listen to the music of childhood notes, which is the most beautiful sound I have ever heard.
Thank God for giving me the ability to listen, so that I can listen to the sounds of nature quietly and stupidly from an early age!
Mid-autumn night.
The damp heat in late summer has not dissipated, and cicadas and frogs are chirping among the grass leaves stained with night dew. The full moon has risen to the sky, and the shallow moon image of swaying osmanthus trees is lingering with sparse starlight.
Our family sat in the living room, watching the Mid-Autumn Festival party and having a good time.
From the balcony, you can see the moon outside the window, and you can also see the sidewalk and Laihetai Square under the moon. At this time, the squares and paths are quiet and empty. On TV, Liu Huan sang The Curved Moon with deep affection. At the end of the song, all three of us were intoxicated.
However, a song came from outside the window, which broke the beautiful atmosphere. The song is hoarse and I can't recognize the tune. It is not so much singing as screaming.
Singing from far to near, looking out of the window, he is a man who looks like a migrant worker. He walks unsteadily as if he were a drunk. His singing is sad and desolate, but his timbre is dry and loud, and he also vaguely cries. I can sing that song, too, but I've never heard it so emotional.
A minor song sung by my daughter's family was sung by such a clown, and the singer deeply touched me. So I sang, too. "The moon has gone, so have I ... Ah ... clouds chasing the moon in the sky, the wind blowing willows on the ground ... Ah ... the evening wind blowing leisurely, the river flowing quietly ..." It's so touching.
I stopped to listen to him sing, for fear that he would go away and I would never hear him again. But strangely, he sat down at the root of the roadside wall, and then sobbed, sobbed and cried like a child. The moon overhead looked at him coldly and disappeared into the thin clouds.
I hear not only songs, but also my heart. The higher the song, the heavier my heart. I see not only the bright moon, but also my yearning. The more round the moon is, the more I miss it.
It turns out that when my heart is full of happiness, some people's hearts are empty.
The people downstairs were silent for a while, stood up, patted the dust on their bodies and walked on: "The moon has gone, so have I. I'll take my brother to the village ..."
And the cold moon, slowly from the clouds, sends out warm and soft light, quietly, sprinkled on him. How beautiful!
Listen, touch, miss, love and forever. -inscription
"Jane Jane warehouse, the millennium is frost. The so-called Iraqis are on the water side. Tracing back and forth, the road is blocked and long. Swim back from it in the middle of the water. " The reeds by the river are green, and the white dew condenses into frost. The right person is across the river. Chasing her against the current is a hard and long road; Follow her along the water, she seems to be in the middle of the water ... Isn't that the deep and distant song? That comes from the beautiful melody in the Book of Songs.
The Book of Songs originated from the people, from simple laborers, and listened to their labor and love. Those pure and beautiful stories were sung in the Book of Songs. "Ye Yi, hydrophobic. Pick and choose, thin words. " The laughter and laughter of those working women when picking glutinous rice combined into a song. While listening, I felt the infinite happiness they got in their work.
"I can't see the return, I cried. Seeing it, it is full of laughter. " That is a naive woman, obsessed with "self-protection". "Xi's delay can still be said. You can't say you are a woman. " Women are infatuated with men. Listening to this song "Meng", I feel the deep helplessness of women being betrayed by Meng, while a strong woman thinks that "it's useless to think!" Sing this sad song. I was moved by her sadness and firmness when she listened.
This is only a small part of the Book of Songs. The Book of Songs tells later generations about noble sacrifices, prays for a bumper harvest, praises ancestors, and even praises emperors and nobles. Listening to The Book of Songs made me feel the most simple and innocent feelings of the working people in ancient China. After listening to the Book of Songs, I learned the mentality of "Give me a peach to return the plum". It is the only masterpiece of emotional literature in China that has got rid of powder and vulgarity. As a true record of the free life experience among ethnic youth, it shows the beauty of the subject's spiritual freedom and its significance of existence.
In the study of poetry, I studied the Book of Songs. In the study of the Book of Songs, I heard distant voices. It originated from the primitive music of human beings, such as blue sky-clear poetry, and got rid of the clean world of secular dust. It is a sacred book of words and a treasure of literature!
The Book of Songs purified my body and mind, just like being in a paradise and coming to a concert hall!
Listen to the song of the heart
[Label: Singing and Listening to the Heart]
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The chorus final is about to begin! Although the weather is cold, the huge campus square is steaming, and each of our classmates feels the tense and challenging atmosphere of the chorus competition.
The school song reverberates in every corner of the campus, which makes people feel relaxed and happy. I saw some small audience put some soybeans or millet in mineral water bottles, and some people waved ribbons in their hands, ready to cheer for the students who participated in the chorus competition in various ways.
With the sound of "bang, bang" salute, colorful fireworks filled the stage and the game began. Our classmates in Class Five, Grade Five, dressed in neat competition clothes, walked on the stage first with brisk steps.
When the beautiful accompaniment piano sounded, we smiled and sang "Oh Susanna" in a happy and emotional voice. Beautiful melodies are floating around the campus with moving songs. When we finished singing the first song, the audience immediately heard warm applause and sparse cheers, and we will come back with a pure smile.
Then the accompaniment music of the second "Grateful Heart" sounded slowly, and the melody told through the heart seemed to freeze everyone's heart. We sang this song with a deep and gentle voice and skilled and soft sign language. We are all moved by the lyrics of this song and the law firm, and we can't help but interpret it with a "grateful heart". Everyone in the audience is listening attentively to our wonderful singing.
At the end of the song, all 50 of us clasped our hands, put them on our chests and lowered our eyes; Heart, sincerely pray: cherish every flower of life …
With warm applause, we walked off the stage and the wonderful performance of the next class began again. The wonderful performance of the contestants won the second prize with warm applause from the students again and again.
At the end of the event, there was an exciting award ceremony. There was silence in the stadium, and everyone was listening attentively to the teacher's award: "The third prize-Class 4, Grade 6 …". When we heard "Grand Prize-Class 5, Grade 5 ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………
The winter sunshine is full of warmth, and our faces are warm and harmonious. Although the chorus competition ended, the beautiful piano sound and the innocent songs of the students were deeply imprinted in my heart.