Motherly love is a never-ending ballad-inscription.
"Looking up at the sky is a blue sky, a teenager who once dreamed under the lost starlight ..." A familiar and bright melody flowed out of the headphones.
I like to listen to Zheng Zhihua's "Light the Stars" not because the melody is good, but because the lyrics are true, which is the true feelings of life when he sings.
"The sky is dirty now." I haven't seen the starry blue sky for many years. Air pollution makes the stars disappear and the blue sky white and dazzling. Once when I read Ba Jin's Stars, I was amazed at Ba Jin's rich imagination, but when the teacher told us that Stars really existed out of date, my heart seemed to be hit by something. It hurts. Is this a pity for not liking stars, or what? Now that I think about it, it's nothing.
"The sky is not high, and the sea is not far. The human heart is actually higher than the sky and farther than the sea. " Up to now, I often see such a scene in my mind: a group of children are running happily, sharing the food they brought together and telling their inner secrets, but that scene soon disappeared and I returned to reality. Even my best friend is lying. I told others my secrets and learning methods again and again, but in return for betrayal, countless betrayals, so in a silent night, I wore that mask and was exhausted. The next day, I want to see my friends. We smiled at each other, but my heart was hurt by the knife hidden in her smile, and I knew I would never change back to my original self.
The sky outside is gray and messy everywhere. I almost fainted when I said something I didn't want to say to my so-called "friends", but there is one belief that still supports me, and that is home. When I got off the bus, I "flew" without looking around. I just want to go home as soon as possible, so "suddenly, the neon lights in the city stopped flashing and a faint starlight appeared in the sky." I am home.
Listening to Zheng Zhihua's "Light of the Stars", my eyes are blurred. The song in my heart is written in 300 words.
"Yo Himalaya" heard a familiar song, a childhood song. Childhood reminds me of my friend's face; Childhood reminds me of a small town; Childhood reminds me of my hometown.
Childhood, what a memorable word. The bits and pieces of childhood are deeply left in people's hearts. Unforgettable childhood may be lonely or happy, but for me, it is always long!
Time cannot go back, but in my heart, time can go back, because there is a childhood song; The song of my childhood, which I will never hear again, remains in my heart forever.
Now, I have learned many songs, but what moved me most was the song from my childhood, which was meaningful and full of unforgettable happiness in my childhood!
Childhood songs, echoing ...
Motherly love is like a long river. It is quiet with a slight smile; Clear, you can see the pebbles at the bottom of the river; It is gentle, like the spring breeze, and Yuanyuan sends me forward.
I know that the reason why my maternal love is so quiet and sweet is because thousands of mothers in Qian Qian, Qian Qian have built a flood dike for their children with their bitter tears, flesh and blood and kind souls. They bear the impact of wild waves, but let the children go boating in the ripples from beginning to end. You know, ripples are the projection of storms.
From the age of three or four, I have lived in the fairy tale world described by my mother, where there are kind white rabbits, fierce wolves and clever little monkeys ... From this fairy tale, I began to understand beauty and ugliness, good and evil, and began to understand the truth of being a man. One thing I will never forget:
Once by bus, I took advantage of the crowded crowd and didn't buy a ticket. When I got home, I proudly said to my mother. Unexpectedly, her face sank and she left a sentence: "Is it worth losing your character for money?" Look at her angry and annoyed expression, I regret it. Every time I think of it, my mother's words echo in my ears, making me feel like I am in a clean stream, so that the clear water can cleanse the dirt in my heart. Yes; Motherly love is like this clean stream, which washes away children's body and mind day and night and keeps their purity.
Motherly love often reminds me of my mother's hair ... I am chewing "white-haired children's debt, and Li Li interrogates the years." A mother just wants to give her child a mother's love. How respectable this selflessness is without asking for anything in return!
In the long river of maternal love, I have spent fifteen spring and autumn periods. When I think of the past, I can't help but think of "but how much love there is in an inch of grass, and enjoy three rays of spring".