I also want to change the lyrics.
2. Adapting the lyrics of "Dream for a Childlike Heart" into the composition "Running forward to meet cold eyes and ridicule", how can we feel that the vastness of life has not gone through hardships? Fate can't make us kneel for mercy, even if blood is all over our arms. As the song "Chasing Dreams" sings, dreams make everyone work hard, struggle, struggle and explore for their own goals.
Everyone's dreams are different. Some people dream of being a teacher, some people dream of being an actor, and my dream is to be a singer. I have this dream because I like singing. Although this dream is far away from me and difficult to realize, I will try my best to run towards it.
I remember when I was in primary school, there was a final exam for music class. The teacher said that in addition to the written test paper, every student should prepare a song, no matter what it is, as long as it is inspirational. But the hardest thing is the oratorio without accompaniment.
Although I usually sing a lot, there are so many songs that I really don't know which one to choose. After thinking for a long time, I finally decided to sing the song "Hello Tomorrow", because this song is just right now. It's just that this song is really difficult to sing because the voice is too high. ...
I remember I got an A in every music class before, and I hope so this time. In order to be "excellent", I listen to it several times with headphones on every night and learn to sing sentence by sentence.
Finally, the music class came again, and I became more and more nervous when I watched others get satisfactory scores one by one. It's finally my turn. "Once upon a time, the partners who walked side by side were separated after being blessed ..." After I finished the whole song nervously, I could no longer conceal my smile when I saw the teacher nod with satisfaction. ...
Although the road to our dreams is bumpy, we must go forward bravely until we see the light. ...
Even in the dark sky, there is a faint light from the stars. Even a helpless life has the power of firm dreams.
Suddenly, I heard an unusual sound.
Her voice is sweet and full of tenderness.
Her voice is beautiful, unpretentious, but extraordinary.
I am intoxicated with it. In fact, all the people present were intoxicated, and they only felt that they had walked into the forest, where the grass was green, birds were singing and the sun was quiet. The deer's footsteps in the depths of the jungle were confusing, and the song was her footsteps. In the valley by the stream, wild flowers are in full bloom, and singing is her whisper in the wind. ...
She came and was pushed here in a wheelchair-she is a disabled artist in a wheelchair.
Suddenly, a path was hollowed out in the crowded and noisy crowd, just enough for a wheelchair to pass through. Suddenly, there was silence in the crowd, watching her, watching her wheelchair, and watching another disabled person push her away. An aunt took out some money for her. She kept saying "thank you". Then, one by one, almost everyone gave their love. Her "thank you" became a piece, and with her sobs, it became a song. However, this song is more beautiful and lasting than all other songs. ...
Pushing her, it was a middle-aged man of about forty years old (should be the girl's father), short, with messy hair and a hard face of life. A plain suit is not very clean. What is striking is that his legs are so thin that they can't support his body at all. They trembled in an X-shape and moved step by step, as if they had to use up all their strength with each step.
A father and a daughter, an old man and a young man, are all disabled, but they also bear the hardships of life. The passengers in the back looked at them with respect.
I didn't see the girl's face clearly, but I remember her short, crisp hair and eternal smile on her mouth. I remember her singing, her "thank you" and her beauty ... maybe her disability hindered her success. Maybe she accidentally lost the ability to walk at the moment of success. She, can she March on the road of art?
When they arrived, their backs were getting farther and farther away. I watched them until they disappeared into the depths of the crowd, but the song still danced in my heart. ...
Dream that it is a little warm; Dreams are a bit ruthless; I dreamed that it was a bit as cold as ice. The dream said to me last time: "I can come to your side and come to your memory without calling." I need your efforts. I need you to chase me. Because only you study hard, it is not difficult to catch up with me. So I won't slip away from you
3. adapt this song into a story. The gray sky passes through your face. After you loved, you cried, laughed and hurt, leaving only one "goodbye". Tears wet my face. What a sad feeling it is to lose the person you love the most for the first time. I always thought that love was the whole heartbeat. If we lose love, we will die slowly. When I lost you for a second, my heart suddenly became much older. .
My tears have never been found in a noisy street. It has been forgotten on the street corner ... No one will notice that on the day you left ... I watched you walk through that familiar street, still wearing the pair of white sneakers I gave you last summer. The silver bracelet is still so dazzling, but your world seems to have not changed at all. Maybe one day I can cure myself. I do not love you anymore. I remember how to smile again. You are the first person I love, no matter your bad or your good. I also take the tattoo on my chest as an eternal mark and follow my breath until my heart stops beating. ..
A year later, the hail weather dominated the away game. Wild sandalwood reported on the 9 th. Mud's partner, ballet, was alone all the way. The ball is still floating on the spherical surface. Your Sagittarius bloodlines collide reasonably.
Banana invented this wing and never listened to the wind of cold arrows. Your love is banished by ambition. This pair of dancing shoes is unexpectedly charming.
My heart returned to the stern of Jiangdong, my lover, my first lover, my nine princess. Please stay ... I will follow Zorro's intention. This wind is my challenge and gives me loneliness. Even if there are countless ministers under your skirt, orphans of your God.
The sound of kicking around in the garden can't stop. The shooter met deadpan. The injury stopped countless times. From the empire to the prosperous Tang Dynasty.
Flashlight staring at cuju shaking. The collection of 659 has been changed .. There is a faint princess fragrance .. The ball is still floating on the sphere.
I remember you like to ask yourself in the mirror. But which one do you like best? I remember that your lip angle inadvertently rose, and it could talk. I also remember that time, I loved watching you indulge freely at night. Every time I meet you after breaking up, I will find infinite hope. If I am full of magical energy, I will be happy all day. I won't miss you. Your smile at me will make me brave. Even if you think you have someone else, I will still be by your side, because.
Nine princess, the person I love for the first time .. Please love me again.
Nine princess, the person I love for the first time .. Please love me again.
You said you loved me that day, and I will definitely say I love you!
In fact, I can do whatever I want with you. I will go to whatever you say. Look at the swaying melody of this little train.
Everything may be true ... I will believe everything you say ... because I trust you completely ... and like you delicately.
It feels as thick as a blanket. The familiar sense of security after sunbathing. Share hot soup with you. We have two spoons and a bowl. I only feel the warmth and fullness of the left atrium! ! I just want to say that you are actually very nice. You don't know it yourself.
As long as you are really good to me, I don't ask for anything in return. /Some people say that loving someone means hoping for a better life. You will feel warm from the heart ... only feel that you are more important than yourself ... the melody that you remember ... the thick feeling of your palm ... all the difficulties feel hopeful. I used to hum only one song/you naturally took the next paragraph. I know the warmth for you is in your chest ... At that time, you always kept a low profile ... for yourself.
Ending: the person who once loved for the first time ... you should be your ninth princess, come with me. Even if I am just a novice in love, I will give you the warmest hug!
I have been calling for a long time. I don't know if you like it or not. Ha ha.
4. Rewrite the lyrics of Blue and White Porcelain and write misty rain as blue.
Inadvertently seeing the lyrics of Blue and White Porcelain, which was all the rage a few years ago, I couldn't help but hear a smooth and euphemistic tone in my mind, not Jay Chou's, but my own.
Campus with complex tastes, students in their prime, the trend is like a thin thread stretching out of the window from the outside, secretly touching every tense nerve. As soon as the radio version of the song "Blue and White Porcelain" came out, it swept the whole campus without accident and was sung everywhere. Even I was unconsciously familiar with it and said it imperceptibly. I remember that year, shortly after the release of the new song, Lekao sang this song "Blue and White Porcelain". But the score is very low, unexpectedly low. Later, they said, my hand holding the paper was shaking all the time.
In fact, at that time, the understanding of that song only stayed on the dazzling label of the word "Jay Chou", just like reading tired classical Chinese, I blurted it out as soon as I shook my head, based on the conditioned reflex that is not unique to human beings.
Now, after listening to this song several years later, I silently chew the lyrics of Vincent Fang, but like a monk who has been practicing for many years, I have an epiphany in a flower, a world, a leaf and a bodhi, and I feel the true meaning of this belated and a quiet coolness brought a few years ago.
What impressed me the most was the sentence "sky is blue and foggy, I am waiting for you". I can't say why, or even why. I just felt the dusty power between a few words in an instant, and my frequency and heartbeat were shaking, just like the death of infrasound, almost lost in my heart, and my only reason was almost shattered by strong vibration. At the same time, it was followed by a sudden excitement and excitement of the ancients, as well as the regret and pleasure of supporting Yulong's death for the king. Like a flood, it surrounded me and trapped me in his preset gentle trap.
Do you know what is going on? That tone, that color, that specious feeling, that hazy smell of Gu Mo and oiled paper, that entanglement of rain like blue sky. ...
Confused, he did not hesitate to throw a pot of ink at me, and his whole body was cold, even the retinal image was stained with color, and the world melted in a faint sky blue, maybe a little gray. The nose was filled with thick ink, and I took a small step and heard the sound of water splashing in the air.
At this moment, this person is here, and this situation makes people look up at the sky. Yanyu, when will you arrive? You make the sky wait, and you make me wait.
Sky blue porcelain is the best. According to legend, when the ceramist Miansheng asked for imperial enamel color, Chai Shizong of Zhou Shizong five generations later wrote with a stroke of his hand: "Rain breaks the blue sky, so the color is the last." Chai Shizong's wayward words add a touch of amazing color to the world. The porcelain glaze of the Five Dynasties was thus designated as azure. This kind of porcelain must be fired in the open air. It must be foggy and rainy at that moment, and the color will be sky blue.
A thousand years later, the sky is waiting for misty rain to die, waiting for misty rain to present that amazing glimpse to the world. Although it may take a long time, it may be missed again and again, it may change, it may grow old, but the wait will not stop. Maybe I finally waited for that moment, but as Zhang Ailing said, "In thousands of years, in the boundless wilderness of time, I happened to catch up, neither earlier nor later, and there was nothing to say except saying,' Oh, here you are'." "With a gentle voice, tidy up the mood waiting for the next cycle.
Waiting seems to be the longest season. Meng jiangnu is in the boudoir, looking at the imperial city, waiting for a few days; At the crossroads, you drag your skirts around and wait; In the lingering Jiangnan, waiting is even more painful. Bananas did not stay, causing showers; The door knocker is unwilling, resulting in patina. And you can only look thousands of miles in the smoke and be silent.
Remember, the last words of the lyrics-
The sky is blue, I am waiting for you.
The moonlight was salvaged, dizzy.
For example, blue and white porcelain passed down from generation to generation.
There's a smile in your eyes
Finally, you have to push me hard into your endless abyss and fall contentedly in the incomprehensible smile in the corner of your eye. ...
5. Adapting a favorite lyric, I want to love (segment) and look at the teacher's face every day. My heart is so helpless. The exam is coming soon. My head is about to explode. Every day, my mouth is not soft. The meeting will be held. The bell will be turned on after school. This is a school matter. You are too tired to be with the students. Before the political education was finished, the circle opened. If the school money is spent, students will be required to pay for the baby. You have to stay. The school gate refused to open and had to stay, and the circle meeting could not be finished and had to stay. The headmaster is waiting for money, as if the school would be finished as soon as the school gate opened. I need you to love me every day. You can guess that I love you. I just hope you can let me talk about it every day. What is true love? I love you. Faster than I thought? Is it our emotional generosity or God's arrangement that makes us the other half or unwilling to be too good? It was that date that made me cry like a baby. When we are eager to prove my existence or not, the children are in a daze. Baby wants to love, I don't know where happiness comes from, I want to love, I want to let go of my sadness, I want to love, otherwise I will lose my future, as if I can't live up to myself, but I have a wonderful day.
6. The lyrics of Juhuatai were rewritten into prose, ancient roads and battlefields.
The sunset burned the battlefield, and wild chrysanthemums filled the battlefield. The rustling cold wind blew the flag, slowly falling and drifting away with the wind.
The general is comfortable, and the bronze armor makes the air full of cold taste. The general drew his sword, held it in the air, and went to the ancient battlefield full of wild chrysanthemums. Thin chrysanthemums become tragic under the frantic pounding of hooves. Petals flying, faint chrysanthemum fragrance mixed with blood wandering in the air.
The general dismounted, picked some purple wild chrysanthemums and carefully put them on his chest. The general knows that chrysanthemums are her favorite. I'm afraid the general's greatest trophy is chrysanthemums. She has chrysanthemums in her eyes, and the general only has her in his eyes. I think she must be staring at the general's direction in the attic at this moment. He promised that she would come back.
The horn has sounded, and the general is in charge of heroic killing. The enemy's blood was on his long sword. Before the blood dried, he stabbed the enemy again. Chrysanthemums are extremely bright and enchanting.
Unfortunately, the general was injured. A cold arrow penetrated the general's chest, such a vicious arrow. Because you appear in the wrong person, how guilty you are. Maybe you don't know, she is waiting for him to come back in another place.
The cruel war is finally over, the broken flag is still whistling in the air, and the bloody smell has drowned the fragrance of chrysanthemums. The general stands between heaven and earth, and the sword goes deep into the ground. His mouth is curved, because they won, he is going home, and she is waiting for him.
In the attic
She always stares at every dusk. He will come back. He promised her. She is so haggard now: her eyes are slightly sunken on her dark yellow face. Will he still love her as before? He will. He will. 、
Suddenly it was reported that the general had won and would return it in a few days. She tidied up at once, and the gorgeous clothes obviously became no longer suitable for her. Her emaciated body can no longer show its former elegance.
However, everything is not as beautiful as she imagined.
I'm sorry for your loss, ma 'am. The strategist came back early and told her that the general's body was on the way.
He'll be fine. He is brave and good at fighting. He has a sharp sword. male ...
She fainted, and when she woke up, the general was lying quietly in bed with his mouth bent. The bronze armor turned bright red, as if burning his body. He slept there, and no matter how her tears spread on his armor, they would not comfort her.
The general told the soldiers that she had to draw the arrow herself. These were his last words.
She held the arrow with trembling hands, and the cold instantly passed through her heart. That's it, turning all the beautiful things into illusions.
The arrow was pulled out, not only his chest, but also the purple wild chrysanthemum. But now its color is blurred and the chrysanthemums are burning.
She loves chrysanthemums best, and he knows it. Every time he comes back from the war, he will never forget to bring her some chrysanthemums. In her eyes, not only chrysanthemum, but also he is the most important.
She felt his soul approaching her body. Hold her tightly and say, I'm back, I won't lie to you. She smiled, closed her eyes and bent her mouth.
When you leave, I will go with you.
She slept beside him and snuggled up to him. They all had crooked corners of their mouths.
Outside the scarlet window, the waning moon is in the sky. The last maple leaf is teetering, and the withered branches stand so sadly.
They were fast asleep in the scarlet window.
7. The coldest day Lyrics adaptation composition topic: The coldest day
Singer: Leslie Cheung
Composer: Chen
Lyrics: Lin
Album: Over the years
Release date: 1998
Lyrics:
If sadness is deeper than happiness
I wish I could stay with you.
When you look up, there is always a thick cloud.
As long as I know you, I have no regrets.
If a wry smile is more real than tears
I hope laughter is like a kiss.
If tomorrow's good times are far away and near.
Still willing to hold this feeling, no doubt.
No matter how low the temperature in front of you is.
How happy I am that I don't need to be alone at night.
What are the possibilities in the future?
And you are the last pair of changes.
I just want to be in front of the rest of the light
Leave two eyes to see you.
You can also hug each other, so that you are not afraid of sudden changes.
But afraid to miss it.
I just hope I can hug and fall asleep in time.
Keep the warmest side in the world.
The vast sea of people warmed up.
The coldest day
If a wry smile is more real than tears
I hope laughter is like a kiss.
If tomorrow's good times are far away and near.
Still willing to hold this feeling, no doubt.
No matter how low the temperature in front of you is.
How happy I am that I don't need to be alone at night.
What are the possibilities in the future?
And you are the last pair of changes.
I just want to be in front of the rest of the light
Leave two eyes to see you.
You can also hug each other, so that you are not afraid of sudden changes.
But I'm afraid of missing it. I just hope I can hug and fall asleep in time.
Keep the warmest side in the world.
The vast sea of people warmed up.
The coldest day