How to write a composition using songs

1. A 600-word essay written with various songs

Friendship is like a glass of mellow wine, which makes people intoxicated; friendship is like a meter of sunshine, which makes people feel warm. Open your heart; friendship is a breeze that refreshes your heart. Since that graduation exam, friendship has become a moving song in my heart.

That graduation exam: take the Chinese test first, then the math test. The Chinese teacher said that in order to graduate, the test paper was very simple. After the exam, Teacher Lin analyzed the exam papers for us. During the analysis process, I found that my composition seemed to be off topic, and I felt very uneasy. This was a very serious blow to me who usually scores over 90 points in exams.

Finally the day came when the results were announced. "Report by number, No. 1... No. 21, ninety-four points..." Ying Linqi scored ninety-four points, she did so well in the exam! There must be a big gap between me and her this time. It's almost time to report to me. What a misfortune. God, Jesus, Buddha, Satan, I'll burn incense for you! No, no, don't retaliate. But none of the gods have gone, so the moment I least expected finally arrived. I buried my head, closed my eyes, and quietly waited for the arrival of the "god of death". "...Eighty points, forty-sixth and ninety-one points..." What, I scored ninety-one points. Tears suddenly fell from my eyes, drop by drop, drop by drop... I typed the newspaper on my table. Wet. My deskmate, Chen Yan, seemed to have noticed something unusual. She patted my back gently with one hand and handed me the napkin with the other hand. I still cried, but I didn’t know whether I was crying out of fear or moved. Everyone at the tables at the front, back and left seemed to hear my crying. They all turned their heads and asked Chen Yan what was going on? Understanding the reason, Li Hongjin gave me a napkin. It seemed like she did it herself. The "napkin doll" has a round head and a pair of eyes. On the back is written: Su Mi, don't cry, I support you! I couldn't bear to use it, so I put it in the drawer. Chen Xinyuan also pulled a few napkins from his box and wiped my tears. At this moment, I understood the meaning of friendship and realized its deep feeling, and I cried even harder.

Friends are the open-mindedness of "enjoying blessings and sharing difficulties"; friends are the tacit understanding of "confidants in the sea, and neighbors in the world". But friend, you will always be a beautiful song in my heart. I will use those beautiful notes to record our friendship and our memories...

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2. Write a composition using the song title

We Chinese are all descendants of the dragon, with yellow skin, black hair, and speak Chinese.

2008 is our pride. We sing the same song - Beijing welcomes you. We Chinese people open our minds, we are ready, welcome the world, and fill the world with love.

Hosting the Olympic Games is our pride and our dream for many years. Hosting the Olympics is a glorious time in our history.

There is joy and sadness. At the Olympics, we set records one after another and played the solemn national anthem again and again. But Liu Xiang's failure is a pain for our people.

But we firmly believe that the sun always shines after the storm. My friend, if we give you a pair of invisible shoulders, even a little candlelight will turn into a dazzling red sun. We all really love you, will share the same joys and sorrows with you, and sincerely support you. My friend, sweet and sour is who I am. Without setbacks, how can there be a bright future? . 3. How to write a music composition

Music composition is a work that uses music, including content, melody, and the tone of the musical instruments played, etc., which are related to one's own mood and relieved.

"Music Bridge"

Do you understand that music can cultivate people's mood?

Have you ever heard the pipa sound of "big beads and small beads falling on the jade plate"?

Have you ever appreciated the "floating clouds and catkins" sound of the piano?

Have you ever tasted singing that makes people "heartbroken"?

Maybe it has!

But have you realized that music is a bridge?

A bridge that makes people look forward to the future.

——Inscription

Butterflies fly and fly

“Butterflies fly and fly, just like running in the wind in childhood. I feel that the rainbow in my youth is more beautiful than the sea. Far higher than the sky..."

Human childhood is like a beautiful little butterfly, playing in the blue sky and constantly chasing its dreams in the wind. Childhood is like the wind blowing from chasing growth, gently blowing dreams slowly into the sky. In the dream, there is a long bridge leading to the ideal paradise. Paradise is a castle filled with all the beautiful things. But the little butterfly must flap its wings faster, because it is only standing at this end of the bridge. The road ahead is still very long, and the book of life has just been opened. ...

"Butterflies fly, fly to the castle of the future, open the skylight of dreams, and let them grow faster and better."

The stars are still bright

< p> "The stars are still shining brightly, and the sincerity remains unchanged. Only with tears and sweat can the joys and sorrows of separation and separation be washed away..."

People have grown up slowly, and their thoughts have gradually matured, but the feeling in their hearts The sincerity of chasing dreams has never changed. Standing on the bridge, looking back at the road we have traveled, every footprint on the road is filled with tears and sweat. The hardships and setbacks along the way made the young heart gradually mature and become increasingly tired, but that persistent belief dominated everything. I put my backpack on gently, looked at the mysterious castle at the end of the bridge, shook my head, and took those firm steps.

"...To be together is all my expectations, youth is the road without regrets, and the rainbow is the oath formed from heart to heart, which emerges after the storm."

Tomorrow will be better

"Gently wake up the sleeping soul, slowly open your eyes, and see if the busy world is still spinning lonely..."

< p> The footsteps are approaching, the target is near, the eyes are bright, the heart is boiling, the heartbeat is speeding up, everything is vivid, the end of the bridge is clearly visible, and the persistent belief in the heart has a home. Suddenly I feel that the setbacks and hardships along the way have become beautiful and valuable. As long as you take that step, you will enter the castle you are looking for day and night.

But that doesn’t mean you own it. It also requires you to fight and struggle, because in the long river of life, there is never a smooth boat.

"·······Let our smiles be filled with the pride of youth, and let us look forward to a better tomorrow."

Is music a bridge?

Right!

As long as you experience it with your heart. 4. Write a composition using popular songs (urgent)

Who touched my strings in the wind-blown summer? It’s been a long time since we last met. The sun shines all over the city between us. All the flowers are in full bloom. But the fable begins seriously. The snow is just one night in Beijing. People fall in love and love each other till death. They still love each other in big cities and small loves. If you love anyone, you have to love the songs I sing. Has anyone told you that missing you when you are thousands of miles away is a disease? The songs I sang to save love ING Loneliness is singing, don’t be afraid of my sadness In the wind-blown summer, who touched my strings? It’s been a long time since we last seen, the sun shines all over the city between us, the flowers are all blooming, the fable is falling, but it’s snowing seriously. One night in Beijing, thank you for the love you gave me, simple love, because I love you, so love our love, true love, love everything in return, those songs I sang, has anyone told you thousands of miles away, missing you is a disease without you, those songs I sang Save Love ING Loneliness is singing, don’t be afraid of my sadness. The songs I sang, the agreement we made, turned into an unspeakable secret that made me miss you later. The songs I sang, whose heart the moon represents, Kiss & Goodbye, the most familiar strangers travel apart. The songs I sang were cold to the end, courageous, damn tender, and transferred with love. 5. Write an essay of about 600 words on the topic of "Song"

Eternal Song (1) Open the scroll of history, push away the smoke and clouds of history, walk into the corridor of history, and step on history Let us listen to the eternal song.

Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence. Under the tall and green mountains, beside the crystal clear stream, there is a thatched house and five big willow trees. There are flowers in front of the house and green grass behind the house.

You are holding a wine bottle, facing the chrysanthemums, and turning your back to the setting sun. Along with the chirping of the birds, you are singing your heart out with devotion. "Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, leisurely seeing the Nanshan Mountain... There is a true meaning in this, but I have forgotten to explain it.

"Tao Qian! Do you know that your transcendent charisma has left an eternal singing voice in the long river of history! The whole world is muddy and I am alone clear under the dark cloud-covered sky, turbulent and turbulent On the bank of the Miluo River, a lonely figure stood silently, staring. Confused dark clouds blocked his sight, and the dirty river water wet his trousers. Looking at the distant capital, it seemed as if an iron horse was galloping in front of him. , the people of Chu State are shouting..."The whole world is drunk, I am alone awake, the whole world is turbid, I am alone clear..." Facing the broken country, you sing loudly; facing the mighty river, you have no fear , but jumped in without hesitation

The dirty river swallowed you, but your "Chu Ci", your "Li Sao", and your charisma dedicated to the country have long been the music of history. The corridor has left an eternal song. The majestic palace palace, exquisite food, and fragrant wine will appear in the long wind and waves.

Facing the nobles of the palace, you dare to ask Gao Lishi to take off your boots. , you dare to ask Concubine Yang to grind ink for you, what else do you dare not do? "The emperor can't get on the boat, claiming that I am a wine fairy." This is such a sonorous music, how heroic it is. Poems, what a steadfast integrity! You have left so many romantic and immortal poems for future generations. You are respected as the "Poetry Immortal". Your broad-minded and optimistic personality has made history remember your eternal singing! Five thousand years of Chinese civilization have created countless heroes with charming personalities and left behind eternal singing.

Everyone will believe that these historical figures and their charisma will always accompany the descendants of Yan and Huang, guiding us in the direction of progress; everyone will believe that these eternal songs, their notes and melodies, will always inspire the people of China to create more A wonderful tomorrow. Singing accompanies me. "Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the green grass reaches the sky..." There are waves of sweet singing in my ears. Listening to this singing reminds me of the scenes when I was in the chorus.

When I was in third grade, the school held a chorus activity. I used to envy others' grace on the stage, which made me want to be a member of the chorus. I remember that I was very excited when I attended the rehearsal for the first time. I was nervous and worried that I couldn’t sing well. After all, it was my first time.

I didn’t know if I was too nervous and kept singing in the wrong tone. At this time, the teacher was standing next to me. I gently called out of the door and was asked to join the next choir. I was so sad that I was selected out before my excitement was over.

I was so sad that day. I cried all night. When I was in fifth grade, I really focused on my studies, but the school chose me to join the chorus.

I thought: Since the school chose me, I must continue to sing well. So, I sang hard, and finally, I became a key member of the chorus.

This rehearsal took a long time! In the summer, the sun is shining brightly. We were originally training in the music room on the fourth floor, but now, the music room is so hot that there is no wind blowing. It is like a big steamer. In order not to hinder the training, we moved from the fourth floor to the library on the first floor. Although it was cooler there, there were too many mosquitoes there, so we had to endure the "mosquito bites" and continue to train.

Look! The clothes of the vocal corps members over there were soaked with sweat, but they still straightened their backs and continued singing. We practice singing along with the teacher's piano sound "Ah...ah...oh...woo...". Sometimes, when we sing out of tune, we have to practice singing again and again. Sometimes, we have to stand up. I stood up and sang for an hour, but my feet became disobedient and became sore.

Of course, hard work will pay off! This year, we won the second prize. Although it was only the second prize, it contained so much hard work and so much "sweetness and bitterness" from the students! But we feel extremely happy because this is a warm family formed by our friendship and unity. Choral singing can reflect a person's quality and personality; choral singing can allow people to have a spiritual connection with each other.

I love this song, and even more, I love the endless joy and courage that this song brings me.

----------------------------- Singing in my ears When I was a child, the introverted me seemed to think that people in life were just like each other. Like countless points on a parallel line, they will never intersect, and now, I realize all that I lost at that time.

It rained after school that day, but I didn’t bring a raincoat. It wasn’t raining heavily, but it kept raining. I wanted to wait in the classroom, but I gradually lost my patience. Since it’s destined to be like this, just smile. Right! I grabbed my schoolbag and rushed into the rain.

I ran to the school gate, saw my classmates, and seemed to be waiting for someone. I stood on the side of the road, completely ignoring the rain hitting me wantonly, "Let me lend you my raincoat!" a voice said in my ear. While lingering, I looked back at him for a long time and shook my head. Although I had forgotten who it was, it was enough. On the way home, although the scene just now has passed, the scene just now is like a song, drifting into my heart along with the rhythm of the raindrops. I can't hear the lyrics clearly, but I can really feel the harmonious melody wandering around. Walk throughout the body.

I once belonged to "just now", and I once had beautiful singing, clear sky and intoxicating autumn wind, but now I want to implant "just now" as a memory in my mind forever. In that way, I will How touching it is to be able to proudly tell everyone about my memories, because memories are like onions, when you peel them off piece by piece, there will always be one that makes you cry. Looking back on the three years of junior high school, I had so many friends and even family members who accompanied me through countless sad days. I remember my classmates said when they wrote me a classmate's book: "When I meet you, I want to say something to God: It's fate! I meet you. I came to this class and wanted to say to God: Thank you! "This is me. 6. How to write a composition with "song" as the topic

Song

"Ding..." *** sounded in class, and the Chinese teacher walked in, holding a stack of composition paper. "Hey, we have to write a composition again!" Everyone shouted, and the teacher said: Listen to the song, listen to the song. Saying that, he took out the CD. The whole class became energetic. Xiaoquan ran up, connected the record player, and Teacher Huang put in the CD. "Friend, as long as you are too lonely to cry out, I will send my care as soon as possible..." It was F4's "First Time", and everyone sang along. Next is Zhou Huajian's "Friends": Over the years, a person has gone through wind and rain, walked away, cried and made mistakes. Remember to hold on to true love, only then will you understand loneliness, look back, there will always be dreams, and you will always be in my heart... His voice is simple. , Naturally, like a heart-to-heart talk, everyone couldn't help but sing along. The voice was very high at first. We hurriedly closed the doors and windows for fear of complaints from other classes. As we sang, the singing became lower and lower, and many people's eyes were red. Friends go together for the rest of their lives. Those days are no longer there. A word lasts a lifetime. A cup of wine lasts a lifetime. A friend is never alone. Call me a friend and you will understand. There are still injuries and pains. There is still time to go. There was silence in the classroom, and I burst into tears at the end. This is an old song. I didn’t think it was particularly good before. Why is it so touching? Teacher Huang said: When you sang just now, write about whoever you thought of. The title is: Friend, okay? Everyone picked up their pens and started writing. Xiaoli felt that he had a lot to write. He had never written so fast or so smoothly before. His thoughts were pouring out like a spring, as if inspiration fell from the sky. He was moved by himself. get out of class is over, school is over, Xiaoli is still immersed in writing, everyone is surprised. A few days later, during the composition review class, Teacher Huang said: The whole class wrote very well this time, Xiaoli wrote the best, and asked Xiaoli to read his composition. Sorry for Xiaoli. Xiaoquan volunteered to read for him: ... I am a little bird. I can't fly high even if I want to. The bird's wings are broken and my heart is broken. I flew hard and vibrated my wings, but I kept falling and falling. My heart was too heavy, too heavy to bear. I fell and fell... Oh my god, please save me... At this time, my angel came. She looked at me kindly, stretched out her warm hands, and pulled me up, up, through the canyon, through the dark clouds, ah, it was dawn. Now, my life not only belongs to me, but my heart also affects hers. I can't hurt myself because I can't bear to hurt her or see her crying. I want her to be happy and proud of me... Ah, I have strength again, I can fly, higher and higher than before. Thank you, my angel... Xiaoquan read it with a strange accent at first, but later he was moved, everyone was moved, Xiaoli changed, and he grew up.

7. Use lyrics,,, to write a composition

As the saying goes, struggle clenches your fist

If you let go of your fist, you can embrace the surroundings

Be silent and feel at ease with a smile.

The future is in your hands, can you find it?

As the saying goes, if you try hard, you will inevitably go against the current

People are as weak as water but they can carry a boat

Destiny will deliberately train your skills

But hard work is your best old friend

Gains and losses can only be thought of, the scenery does not change and the mood changes

Troubles come from paranoia and attachment to everything.

Even if my life is disrupted by wind and grass, I will not be disrupted

Give up my normal mind and let it go

la-la-la. .la-la-la.

All things have God's will and we have hands

Just look at it over and over again

la-la-la. .la-la-la.

Leave the past behind with ease and peace of mind

Have you ever heard that inaction is the highest?

Leave the past with peace of mind and peace of mind

The light after the clouds Just take a look

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As the saying goes, the right person You must be upright first

Only by being upright can you be strong

The same is true in the family

If you want to convince others

you must be upright

Otherwise, you will not have enough confidence

You will lose three points if you open your mouth first

How can you convince others?

Couples must not only learn

to understand and tolerate each other

but also learn to be grateful to each other

each person’s temperament

Different living habits

Cultural accomplishment

Different ways of doing things

Don’t try to change anyone

Just be tolerant And considerate

la-la-la. . la-la-la.

I want to sing my dreams to the blue sky

I want to sing warm songs into every day

If the future appears, many things will change

< p> Remember not to change in your heart

I want to sing the song of dreams to the blue sky

I want to make the song of happiness simple

Then let the fate remain Give time to test

I will smile in front of you until it never changes 8. How to write a composition about a song in my heart

There are thousands of songs in the world, There is a story behind every song. To this day, there is still a song lingering in my heart, and every time I recall it, I feel inexplicably melancholy. I understand that song.

I went to Lijiang during the holidays. I sat on the plane and longed for this paradise in my heart. The civilization and scenery here are so ancient, you can definitely find some of the original simplicity.

We first settled at the very edge of the ancient city, where one of the oldest Naxi families lives. As soon as we arrived, we heard singing coming from the house. Strange lyrics, strange tune, but a strange sadness. I stood outside, stunned. When the singing stopped, we knocked on the door and entered. The host stood up in a hurry and politely asked us to sit down. I asked the host: "What does that song mean?" The host was stunned for a while and shook his head: "Elegy..." I didn't know why, but I saw that the face of the old Naxi lady was filled with strange sadness in every word of her. Between the wrinkles... suddenly, I seemed to hear her humming that song again.

Walking around Lijiang, I found that I could not find the feeling in my heart. That ancient town that should be quietly located outside the dust of the secular world, that ancient town that should have beautiful mountains and clear waters and simple folk customs, that ancient town that should be filled with distant camels, is now trampled under the feet of the crowded crowd. I was standing in front of a store. That store was very remote, but what made me stop was that the owner of the store was also singing, and he was singing the same song. I walked into the store and it was filled with strange symbols. Each quiet symbol is obviously still, but it seems to have a voice, telling something.

"These are ancient Naxi characters. Apart from me, few people can really write them and can really write the charm of the characters..." Under the calm words, I could vaguely hear a sense of melancholy and sadness.

Walking on the crowded street, that song kept echoing in my heart, and I seemed to suddenly understand the meaning of that song. That is regret, regret for a lost civilization.

There is a row of ancient houses in front, but almost no one visits them. I walked over. It was a row of ancient houses built with tiles. I stroked those tiles. Is the rough and cold feeling telling a story about a civilization that is gradually being forgotten? How many houses on the street today still have traces of tiles? I touched and touched a tile, and the crisp sound it made, with a hint of vibrato, actually merged with the melody of the song sung by the ancient Naxi people...

On the way back, this song kept echoing in my heart, with its strange lyrics and strange tune. I understood the strange sadness. Yes, this is an elegy, lamenting a lost civilization. I like this song that touches my heart, although I don’t know why, just like I don’t know why when I touch those tiles, I feel an unprecedented sadness in my heart.

Time will take away everything. The melody of this song will eventually disappear. The ancient culture that has gone through vicissitudes of life is also facing the danger of disappearing. At that time, what should we use to prove that period of staggering past and to mourn that period of lost civilization? There was a girl who experienced joy and sorrow because of this song. She understood the ups and downs of several lives told in this song, and the ancient civilization behind it. 9. Introduce a song and write an essay based on this song

"The evening breeze blows in Penghu Bay, white waves follow the beach, there are no coconut trees dotted with the setting sun, just a sea of ??blue..." I am listening to my mother I grew up singing "Grandma's Penghu Bay". I heard my mother say that when I was 3 years old, I heard my mother sing this song for the first time. I put my chin on my hand and looked at my mother with wide eyes without blinking. After my mother finished singing the song, I shouted to my mother again. Teach me to sing. Since then, whenever I take a walk with my mother, she always holds my little hand and sings this beautiful and beautiful song to me. While we sing, we daydream about the beautiful scenery of Penghu Bay.

The picture depicted in the song is really thought-provoking: the bright colors and endless charm. The beautiful "sunshine, beach, waves, cactus palms" are exactly beautiful scenes presented in front of people.

"Sitting on the low wall in front of the door and fantasizing over and over again", that beautiful picture also helped the lyricism. The author's uncle vividly embodies his nostalgia for childhood in such a beautiful picture. First, a beautiful childhood scene emerges, and then he imagines it from this scene, "Sunshine, beach, waves, cactus, and an old captain "This reminds me of my childhood life, where I left footprints and a string of songs on the beautiful Penghu beach. Beautiful songs, beautiful Penghu Bay!

Whenever I finish singing "Grandma's Penghu Bay", beautiful pictures appear in front of my eyes. Blue seaside, white sandy beach, sunset and gentle waves. Whenever the sun sets, the beautiful Penghu Bay, the gorgeous clouds and the blue sea reflect each other, and the scenery is intoxicating. It was as if my "grandma" was holding a staff and holding "my" hand, walking in the afterglow on the warm Penghu Bay, walking past cacti and walking on the beach, leaving two and a half footprints behind her, leaving behind a smile. Chuan Chuan.

The beautiful pictures in the song aroused my yearning. I was so stupid that I said to my mother: "I also want to go to Penghu Bay! I also want my footprints to be two and a half!" My mother smiled, but she remained silent and did not speak. Today I finally understand, because that is Taiwan’s Penghu Bay, which has not yet returned to the motherland. How I hope Taiwan can return to the embrace of the motherland as soon as possible! That way I can have the opportunity to go to what I long for - "Grandma's Penghu Bay".

The evening breeze blows in Penghu Bay, and white waves follow the beach.

There is no coconut grove or setting sun, just a sea of ??blue.

Sitting on the low wall in front of the door, I fantasize over and over:

There are also two and a half pairs of footprints left on the beach at dusk.

That was my grandma holding my hand gently with her staff,

walking through the dusk towards Penghu Bay, where the afterglow was warm.

A footprint is a string of laughter, killing a lot of time,

Just as the night swallows us up on the way home.

Penghu Bay, Penghu Bay,

Grandma’s Penghu Bay.

I have many childhood fantasies,

Sunshine, beach, waves, cacti,