In the early morning, the campus was very quiet. It was foggy, but I didn't see the vibrant sunrise. Occasionally, however, a few breeze blows, the leaves on the roadside gently fall down, and that bunch of bamboo rustles. Suddenly, I heard a sentence:? The dream is just ahead, chasing our ideals, full of good hope and courage to light the way forward. I like that song very much.
Back in the classroom, I looked back at the melody and could easily sing it. In fact, I heard that song a long time ago, but I didn't pay much attention to its lyrics.
I like a song, not only its lyrics, but also its meaning and the singer's unique singing style. A good song, accompanied by melody is particularly important, and then it depends on the singer's style. Different songs have different feelings, which can fully reflect the singer's thoughts and feelings to be expressed. For example, a sad song has a low melody, and a singer can always reflect the sadness she carries when singing. And some lyric songs, so much. Impressively, music should be felt with your heart, and you should appreciate the emotional color with your heart.
I love music. Music can relax my tense nerves. Think about it, this is also a kind of pressure relief! Music can make me sublimate my mind; Music can let me into other people's thoughts and experience its emotional color; Music can make me work harder. It is like a magnet, which has a magic power and attracts me deeply. It can make me feel that my blood is surging, as if beating. My dream is that I can walk out of a road of music, because I really love music. Therefore, I have to lay a good foundation first, and even if I have only a 1% chance to take the music road, I will certainly persevere and persevere, and keep fighting for my dreams.
as a song goes:? The sunshine is always after the rain, please believe that there is a rainbow, and all the ups and downs are accepted. Although there is no good opportunity for me to try now, I believe that if I have a dream in my heart, I am not afraid of it being far away! Essay appreciation about describing music Part II: You, the music that touches my heartstrings
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I don't know how many times I've been staring blankly out of the window and doing nothing. Repeated academic failures completely destroyed my remaining self-confidence. ? Failure is the mother of success? Is it true? I know that success is destined to pass me by. Listen, do you feel that my heart has stopped beating? Tears once fell angrily, and the music that suddenly broke into my ears kept my heart tightly together. Tears, it seems, are becoming a common occurrence! Didn't you cry sadly that time? When was it not that you cried bitterly after being knocked down by setbacks? Anger? Who can I vent it on?
How long did it take to stand still? At this new starting point, it was me, and all the levels were broken. I gave up. I couldn't help laughing when I heard that. I was defeated countless times and got up from where I was. In situ? Have you been here for a long time? ? Give up? Aren't you approaching me? How hard it is not to give up, several people know. Now I'm tired and bored, so I want to give up, and I don't want to walk stupidly towards the so-called finish line.
everyeveryyday, I created the history, but I don't want to give up all my efforts. ? History? Will it really record my own story? I don't want God to control me, so I have to rule the world! Actually, there's nothing to be afraid of, is there? I've heard of so many failures. Will I be afraid to come again a few times?
Countdown, zero will wash away the sadness. From the beginning, I will work hard from the beginning, and I will firmly believe that I will succeed. Everything goes back to zero as long as it fails? Zero? , I don't have confidence? In other words, I haven't failed yet.
How long did it take to stand still and listen to the repeated lyrics and open the singer's information with a little curiosity. It turned out to be six boys who are only seven or eight years old from me. They have made efforts and sweat beyond ordinary people's imagination. With such achievements, they have created? History? . They work hard to realize their dreams. Why can't I?
maybe I don't know music. I'm just a civilian, but it's music that cheers me up. ? Giving up is not recorded in my dictionary. ? Since God didn't abandon you, why did you abandon yourself? The heart that beats with the music will never stop! Put on the wings of music and fly. History? Give me spiritual comfort. Appreciation of Prose Describing Music Part III: Making Friends with Music
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The sunshine at the end of winter is not as warm as that in summer, but there are always a few bleak breezes blowing over the face, lifting the hair and fluttering in the wind. Listen, the wind is singing. It uses its flowing body to cross the forest and the city, with a harmonious atmosphere, forming a melodious pop song. Close your eyes and enjoy this comfort, and your heart is very comfortable. The gray sky gradually hides the sunshine and walks alone on the lonely and uninhabited path. In the winter of this city, the fallen leaves dance wantonly and sweep round and round in the air. The wind is dancing softly again, and Ye is its partner.
I couldn't help taking out my headphones, putting on some pure music, and sitting in a chair by the roadside without any worries.
Music flows slowly, flowing through every part of the body, relaxing one's nerve endings, and slowly sinking into it.
Music always reminds me of countless memories, with no beginning and no end. How many empty nights, in the open and dark room, are exciting notes floating; How many unaccompanied roads, put on headphones and let the melody dance? Are shrouded in a fog around you. It seems that only this pure music can accompany me and be my analgesic.
only it, music. My forever friend has never left.
A faint sadness pops up from the bottom of my heart, and endless sadness spreads to my whole body from nowhere. Ah, I think I'm in love with music, my friend who travels with me.
the memory fades away and gradually becomes blank. I don't know where I am in a trance. Lost in the heart, drunk in the heart. Suddenly, a car galloped past, giving a sharp car sound. I opened my eyes in amazement. The leaves on the ground are clustered, and the still silent path has not changed, as if the car just came from the far side, but it is so real.
stand up in a hurry and walk forward quickly. It's still the music that wraps around my ears. When the wind dispersed, people hurried away. I didn't pay attention to it, but a drop of tears in the corner of my eye fell silently.
at the end of winter, the song remains the same. A sigh, how sad.
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