Cui rixin

There is some gray dust suspended in the sky. The sun looks so pale because it can't pass through. The cry to announce my arrival did not tear the gray sky. It didn't cry, but it was sadder.

It's gray. The picture in my memory is always this tone, full of emptiness that can never be described, and I am hiding in the corner with a cold shiver that no one can ever understand. Counting the passing cars over and over again every day, saying some comforting words to myself over and over again, praying for dreams to come true over and over again, looking forward to rain, hanging rainbows over and over again, and looking forward to seeing a little bit of beauty.

In a trance, I seem to see the candlelight waking up in the middle of the night swaying me, and the new words hanging on the wall generally surround me. My dad yelled at me, "What is this?" Why is it so simple that you can't do it? Why? "Just because I don't understand why I am like an idiot about that abstract concept, I am silent. What I get is a warmer reprimand and a corporal punishment evolved from reprimand. I slowly fell asleep in my own crying, but there were no tears on the pillow in my memory.

I forgot the January of the year when my grandmother left me before I grew up. My relatives were almost in tears, but I called "grandma" several times in a daze and I was never sad again. A few years later, grandma also left. I have been spoiled by her since I was a child. I didn't cry. An invisible line gently separates us, so I can't cry.

Therefore, some people say that I am heartless.

Just because I don't cry. I think, I have no tears, at least, in that childish age, but who can really have no tears all my life?

Later, I went to school and ended my carefree life.

One day, because of a little thing, I was scolded by my teacher. At that moment, I tasted the bitter taste. Suddenly, I understood that this is something caused by injury-tears.

So, I learned the ability to cry silently, and I learned to vent my emotions silently. At that moment, my childhood left me.

A day without rain is not necessarily sunny, and a childhood without tears is not necessarily happy. The picture of memory gradually shrinks, and finally it is fixed in a gray sky. That kind of gray is depressing me, depressing my childhood that I don't want to recall.

Yu Du

I can't remember when I fell in love with music. It should have been a long time ago.

I know I am destined to live with music, so I can give up everything outside for it.

In the dark and quiet night, I listen to my own music. Only in this way can I really blend in.

I like guqin best.

I love guqin too much. Love the dusty vicissitudes on its strings; Love its whisper under your fingers; Love its heartbreaking melody, love its poetic connotation.

My personality determines that I am destined to be crazy about it and be changed by it.

Silent cello

The low-key cello makes my impetuous heart calm and peaceful, and I meditate with it. Then, be quiet and grow old slowly.

clarinet

…… ……

Don't say it-it's ethereal.

…… ……

Commercial music

I don't like commercial music and those beautifully packaged singers-they are all vases.

Thankfully, in these commercial music with the ultimate goal of making money, there are still very few musicians who stick to their ideals and make real music. Ron is one of them.

RONE's commercial music is like natural jade without any carving. Simple, pure and true. There is no need for flashy packaging and pushing. I can make a cup of milk tea and close my eyes and listen to him sing. ...

Xue Fei's music is more about expressing an emotion and a complex. His music is written for himself, so he doesn't care what others think. The dim picture and faint singing belong to Xue Fei, who can read his mood.

serenade

For western classical music, Schubert's serenade is the most dramatic one I have ever met. Because there is an unusual acquaintance, it has an unusual meaning. Because there is an unusual meaning that makes my love doubly hard to let go.

I often ask myself what music really means to me. I don't know. Perhaps it is a flavoring agent; Maybe dessert after dinner; Maybe a cup of hot coffee ... no matter what role it plays in my life, what is certain is that I am destined to spend the rest of my life with it.

Music? life

Zhang Xiaoyu

There is music everywhere in life, and there is music everywhere in life. I only listen to music because I love life.

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"The light can't go out. If you live through tonight, you can escape from the book to this world. I-I don't understand this era. How can you say that you will get rich if you study hard ... "JJ Lin spat out the students' voices, and the pace was as fast as our life. We fight under the lights every night, but we don't understand why we must read good books. There are too many feelings and grievances in this era.

"I don't want to tie you up for a second. I also know how beautiful the sky is. " Different people will have different feelings when listening to a kite. In my ears, we are kites. We are bound by too many things, too many things, and we yearn for a vast and wonderful sky.

"I spent another night thinking, but the problem of missing has not been solved. I spent another night thinking ... "The cooperation between Liang Guang and Pin Guan is always perfect. One sentence sings the experience of too many people. Our young hearts are full of too much immaturity and anxiety. I have lost sleep several times in thinking.

"When I was a child, when I was noisy and willful, my grandmother always sang to coax me. In the summer afternoon, grandma's singing comforted me. That song seems to be sung like this ... "

Hearing this song, I will recall my childhood memories and miss the days when I grew up in my grandmother's arms. Although my life like that is not much, it is irreplaceable.

"I didn't know you were so important to me until I left you ..." This is the climax of Zhou Xun's Looking at the Sea. Every time I hear this, I think of my grandfather. He is a good father and a good grandfather. A person I love forever, but his departure has brought me too much regret and sadness.

"Make my first 10 1 wish, and one day happiness will always be in my hands. Every heart has a pair of wings, so I want to fly bravely, there is no place I can't reach. " Everything is like the song, let's make a wish and fight bravely!

Countless times, listening to this touching song and touching this beating text, I will recall the scenes in my life. I don't pursue it deliberately. I just want to feel the melody of life and the true meaning of life in that transcendental realm.

Song and people

plum

There are three keys to open the treasure house of human wisdom: one is mathematics, the other is writing, and the other is notes.

Hugo

Jing Ke and Song Dynasty

"The wind is rustling in Shui Han, and the strong man is gone forever."

Gao Jianli sang this song to Jing Ke, and Jing Ke took this song on the road of stabbing the king of Qin. He shoulders the mission given to him by Yanzi Dan-stabbing the king of Qin for the swallow. He agreed and never regretted it. Although I didn't come back, I couldn't keep my face.

Xiang Yu and Song Dynasty

"Mountain will be angry, and unfavorable will not die. What can I do without dying? What about you? "

Chuge's voice sounded from all directions-Xiang Yu could not escape. He sang this song sadly to his beloved Wu Zhui Ma and his beloved wife Yu Ji.

Yuji drew his sword and committed suicide. Xiang Yu rode a dark horse, killed many Chu soldiers, and finally committed suicide in the face of Wujiang River. Xu fell into enemy hands. It refused to eat anything in tears, but Tuo also died.

Yu Ji and Wu Zhuima are so loyal to Xiang Yu because although he failed to defend his country, he will never get lost as a hero.

Song dynasty

"Smoke cage cold water moon cage sand, night near Qinhuai restaurant. A strong woman in the business world does not know the trace of national subjugation, but still sings "backyard flower" across the river. "

As a monarch of national subjugation, Chen Houzhu has a lot of resentment and helplessness in his heart. When singing this song of national subjugation, can he think that many poets can't be good monarchs? Therefore, when he sings the song "Flowers in the Garden of Yushu", there is no need to have too much helplessness.

Don Huang Ming and Song Dynasty

Since Tang and he made the clank oath of "life and death are husband and wife", he pushed the responsibility for failure to Yang. When Emperor Ming of the Tang Dynasty was intoxicated by Yang Yuhuan's charming songs and dances, he had pushed the Tang Dynasty from its peak to its decline.

Maybe the emperor shouldn't have feelings, maybe the king shouldn't have love, maybe beauty is really a disaster, maybe ...

I suddenly realized that the most beautiful notes are accompanied by history!

Every day without you

Liu

All generosity is the only basis for indulgence. When there is air, you will see the fragrance and elegance of peaches. Only because of you, boiled water will be fragrant and sweet.

There is no rhyming style, but it is also pure and true; There is no euphemistic tone, but it is also refreshing and comfortable; There is no passionate tone, but it is also refreshing-this is my song, this is my you.

Hot whirring, noisy signal, standing in the crowd, subconsciously dominating the dark fear, releasing your own you-my song. I have no reason to avoid a glimpse of the past, because you are a beacon in pursuit. In the richness of the song, the shrinking ideal becomes strong, and the shaken will shows all the answers in the song.

In the biting wind and rain, as long as I am with you, it is complete and true. Then why are you so fragile now! Meaningful tones overflow in the same place, regardless of the cause of liberation, the direction of extinction, and the broken sound. Knowledge died after singing for only one season, leaving behind a series of lonely sorrows and helpless sighs.

The world of mortals remains the same, and the cold remains the same. Without you, life becomes numb and happiness becomes a luxury. Sadness after precipitation is like a touch of depression in early winter. What courage do you want me to curse the cloudy sky on a day without songs!

Flowers bloom in midsummer, but the beauty of the world is a short impulse. I really can't bear to let my eyes touch the leaves outside the window. It is a leaf that has been in full bloom for a season, but now it has lost its life color and is far-fetched and decorated with yellow tones. If it just withers, it's just dazzling yellow, which makes people sad, but there is no room for recovery. Then there are nervous tears, not self-pity, but sad colors and the return of reincarnation, which is probably the only complete way. Use a few irrelevant tears to pay homage to the fallen leaves and the songs that once belonged to me.

Without you, maybe you shouldn't be haggard and embarrassed; Days without songs may contain hopes that cannot be captured.

Tom Chang forever.

Red River

When I was wandering in frustration and loneliness, a song "My future is not a dream" woke me up. That mellow song, like a happy elf, brought me back to reality from the bottom of sadness, which gave me great courage and confidence to pursue.

Silent night, lonely, I unconsciously think of this song again, and also unconsciously think of the singer-Tom Chang who has long passed away.

It is said that the name "Tom Zhang" has a very special meaning. When he was born, it was a drought, and his parents hoped that his arrival would bring rain to the arid land. His songs, like his name, are fresh as rain and give people endless fantasies.

The familiar melody rings in my ears again, and I seem to have become a "fish swimming around all day" and a "traveler chasing oases" ...

Tom Chang, when I was frustrated, it was your beautiful singing that encouraged me to get up bravely when I fell; When I was lonely, it was your beautiful singing that told me that life always has the true meaning of happiness. You left in such a hurry, but I won't forget you. Your beautiful songs are still cherished by me in the quietest heart.

I won't forget your song "I can't stop tripping and worrying, but it's a necessary place for life." The night wind blowing in from the window brought "even if the fate comes to an end, we can't stay any longer, we can still be friends" ... "I am willing to be helpless and get the music of spring night." ..... is that what you want to say to me? Tom Zhang!

Meteors fall and flowers fade. You left after living for 3 1 year, not temporarily, but forever. Tom Zhang, you won't regret it, will you? Many of your listeners will remember you, and many of your admirers will think of you ... everyone is gone, but the song is still there!

It's nearly midnight, facing the distant sky, I feel that I am singing the song that gives me courage and hope, "My future is not a dream ..."

There is a meteor shower on the horizon. Can you be in that light rain?

The product of civilization-schoolbag

Liu

Speaking of schoolbags, it is definitely a cultural product with a long history of development, at least in China. Come to think of it, it is indeed a great achievement, but whoever has knowledge and education must go with it first.

The earliest schoolbag was a kind of book box. In the past, the champions who wore red flowers did not wear red flowers on their shoulders, but the book box that accumulated countless cultural treasures. This book box has been placed on them for more than ten years.

Later, it was no longer a book box, but a schoolbag with one shoulder and an oblique back. This kind of schoolbag was really popular in China for some time. According to my mother, she recited it when she was a child. That single form has taken root in their hearts. That kind of schoolbag contains a strong thirst for knowledge of that generation, which is unforgettable because it makes people feel the distance between ideal and reality. Under the influence of the environment, they have to carefully collect it and replace it with hoes or bags. Since then, schoolbags have become their sacred and sad yearning.

The times are advancing. The era when schoolbags became dreams has long gone with the huge waves of history, followed by the era when schoolbags flooded: one shoulder, one shoulder, oblique back and moon shape ... This can not help but make our parents say with emotion: "Different is different." No one regards the schoolbag as the most sacred and clean thing anymore. On the contrary, they have become the complaints of all students-a burden. Why not? It weighs more than ten kilograms, accounting for one-seventh of the body weight-this must be the most effective way to treat hunchback. However, unconsciously, it seems to be a part of our body. What matters is not books, but parents' hopes.

Over time, not everyone has a chance to carry a schoolbag. Once one day you really bid farewell to it, does that mean that you have lost an extremely beautiful thing, whether it is campus life or your hurried youth?

There is a saying: "the country can't live without a monarch for a day, and students can't live without schoolbags for a day." Endless schoolbags, you will lead generations of students to the future.

Books? Bookshelves? schoolbag

Dai Jianli

I felt a little tired writing under the lamp, but in order not to waste the night, I stood up, stretched myself and looked out of the window to refresh myself. However, I still can't get rid of the harassment of the sleeping god. I looked around blindly and felt very sleepy. Suddenly I found that they were more bitter and tired than me-my books, schoolbags and bookshelves. With their silent encouragement, I stood up and continued my study.

book

"Read thousands of books" and "Read a hundred books"-all these are enough to show that you are very tired. Books are the carrier of human culture, the crystallization of human thoughts and the ladder of human progress ... Therefore, they lead people forward and enter the temple of knowledge.

My book is accompanied by my study, but perhaps only my book knows the harm it has suffered.

bookshelf

Maybe it's just a frame, a frame that carries a thousand kilograms of weight. Everyone knows that books are heavy, but knowledge is not. Perhaps it is because of this understanding that this framework is particularly solemn and sacred.

A book on my bookshelf is full of books that record my learning steps, and one is full of joys and sorrows.

schoolbag

For students, it is more important than the bookshelf. Students change their schoolbags most frequently, because they carry too much year after year.

As we grow up, our schoolbags are also "getting old". When we are still using it, we will definitely not notice its goodness; When we complain about it, we will never remember its goodness; When we kick it into the garbage, we will never think about its "great contribution". Its petite and huge, its slim and bloated, can it really represent your knowledge?

Books and bookshelves stand in front of us, but schoolbags carry us. Whenever we are still studying, we can't live without it.

The meaning on the shoulder

Qi Lin

From the day we put our schoolbags on our backs, we bid farewell to our childhood and set foot on another post station in our lives. In that hazy day, the transition from children to teenagers was completed, and colorful schoolbags were the testimony of ignorant years.

The initial simple little happiness is that I finally have a beautiful schoolbag. Although it is not heavy, it carries a child's initial dream, like inserting tireless wings for the child. From then on, I had the opportunity to soar and the long-awaited courage.

Gradually, I am growing.

When something is no longer fresh, all the reasons for pouring it into it are so fragile. Carrying a schoolbag-I began to feel a little numb that it was my responsibility, so I stopped sorting out my textbooks and packed my schoolbag.

The hand of time is stirring the beating heart strings, which makes that tender heart full of exuberant vitality.

This is a regrettable day. I hardly did any responsibility for the schoolbag in the corner. At the same time, the quality of my study surprises all those who care about me. ...

One day, I suddenly realized that the significance of schoolbags is to let us use them to create value. While knowing how to cherish time, we should also cherish time.

When you meditate in your schoolbag, you will definitely think of your past and past, and all kinds of flavors will gather in your heart. The days when the schoolbag accompanied you are outlined in your mind, which makes your unforgettable pain and fatigue, or the joy and pleasure of success, immediately form in your mind.

I gently caressed my schoolbag with my hand and put it on my leg. This schoolbag is so heavy, because after eight years, every gap is occupied by memories; However, it is so light that the value I created for it is too stingy.

The schoolbag is a witness to our growth. I seem to have returned to eight years ago, and the taste of happiness haunts me again. Yes! Children with schoolbags on their backs are the happiest.

The past remains the same, but trifles are hard to stay.

I know that my schoolbag and I will have more ways to sing. Our shoulders are heavy just because they carry different meanings.

Schoolbag love

Lei Lei

"Kojiro, go to school with a schoolbag ..." Listening to this familiar nursery rhyme, I put my schoolbag on my back. When I was a child, there were books and snacks in my schoolbag, as well as my own beautiful dreams and parents' expectations.

When I was eight years old, I walked into the primary school campus with a green bag on my back. I only remember that the schoolbag is generous. Now, the middle school is almost over, so we should savor it. This bag really has five flavors except books. Open the bag, the oncoming is-

ferment

Hi! Cry bitterly.

I have loved to cry since I was a child. Poor test scores-crying; I was criticized for writing a check-crying; I was fined three times for not doing my homework-crying. ...

The bag is full of sour gas! The wrong questions on the paper are crying, the wrong exercises in the exercise book are crying, and the theorems that I don't understand in the book are sighing ... Alas, it can be described as acid!

Although I am not a lucky darling, I will also find a commemorative coin on the antique road, that is-

sweet food

Is there sweetness in the bag? The sweetness of sucrose? The sweetness of honey? Don't!

Excellent completion of learning tasks, fluent recitation of an English text, typing and writing … all these are sweet. If you are admitted to a university in the future-sweet, successful after graduation-sweet is sweet! But don't just pay attention to the light emitted by the electric lamp. The electric lamp itself is valuable. Behind the sweetness—

difficult

The bench will be cold for ten years. When shall I leave this besieged city?

No one has asked under the window for ten years, hoping for good news to fly in.

Books are like dazzling flowers, and they are safe to sleep.

Nowadays, students are bitter and difficult. I hope everyone can feel at ease!

A mountain of textbooks and exercise books are full of schoolbags. When students dream of Fiona Fang University, they will go home in golden clothes. I hope to put it into action. Work hard, class.

Schoolbag, schoolbag, you made me taste five flavors. ...

Witness the soil of history

Yu Du

( 1)

Your heavy singing sounded in the silent valley. "Although it is difficult to pull out the mountain, it makes the world angry, but when it is unfavorable, it will not die. What can I do if it doesn't die? "

I heard the sad heart sound from the song. She and they all heard it. Recognizing her, their tears hit me coldly and condensed into blood drops, and I smelled a sweet taste.

(2)

She lowered her head and opened the door. Two tears rolled down her white cheeks. She wiped it with her slender fingers, raised her head, reluctantly smiled and returned to the emperor. When her foot stepped on me, I clearly felt a strong positive pressure on me.

(3)

Once "the prosperity was exhausted, and it was late to return", but now "things are different." How can she stand a weak woman! Jiao Hao's face turned pale, and her black hair turned white. Facing her gaunt day by day, my heart was bleeding. If anything can make her cheeks rosy again, I will, I will pay for it.

(4)

Moistened by her tears, several grasses appeared on my face, and their delicate bodies seemed to break at the touch of a touch, just like her waist.

"We see that the spring flowers are gradually falling, and it is the time when beauty is dying. Don't mourn for me, I don't know if the flowers fall and people die! " She was wiping her tears again, crying very sadly, which really answered Baoyu's sentence "Daughter is made of water". I am surrounded by the salty taste of tears.

(5)

Over the years, I have witnessed too many things-war, power, feelings ... everything makes me very tired.

Strong winds took me flying, over mountains, across plains, and landed in running rivers. In some places where I can't see or feel, I flow into another river and then into another river until I flow into the sea.

The smell of earth

Jin Guangyu

I don't know how many times, I can't help but open the drawer and take out the exquisite Xiao Mu box engraved with the word "Don't forget". This box contains neither gold nor silver, nor jewels, but the soil of my hometown that is worthless in the eyes of others.

I turned my eyes to the window-a misty rain and fog touched my feelings. ...

One day, the light rain was like this. I'm sitting on a train bound for the north. Everything outside the window is so gloomy and everything on the platform is so familiar, but my heart can't be calm all the time.

People come and go, do I really have to say goodbye to my relatives, teachers and dear classmates? Suddenly, I heard a familiar call outside the window. Is that them? Yes, that's them! My classmates, my friends, my ... my eyes are moist.

I was speechless, just holding hands with each other ... I don't know which hands gave me a box-it was heavy, but I remember tears and rain flowing hard. The whistle sounded so long that his arm was almost broken. Goodbye, my classmate: goodbye, my teacher; Farewell, my hometown-the love in my heart!

The train going north is speeding up, and the light rain outside the window is my mood at the moment. Touch the delicate box gently and open it carefully-what a sweet smell, what a familiar smell-that beats the soil of my hometown!

I tried to open the window as wide as possible to let the rain drop on my face. I want to smell my hometown again ... Now, I have been studying in a different place for many days. What about my classmates? How is your hometown? I don't know when I can go back to my hometown again. ...

"What baby? Show me. " The new classmate asked with a smile. When I opened the box, a fragrant smell came to my nose, and my new classmates were at a loss, so I was relieved. Yes, people who have not left their homeland will never feel concerned.

Never forget-the smell of earth!

Soil-the source of life for seeds

Cui rixin

When a seed falls to the ground, the miracle begins.

First, the soil carefully holds the seeds in its arms. After a winter break, the seeds spread carefully in the first warm spring breeze and the second cold spring breeze, examining the surrounding things in a novel way.

This new bud enjoys the moisture of sunshine and rain, and continuously draws the nutrition it needs from the soil, but the soil carries everything without complaint, and it knows that it carries its own hope.

The new buds grow up gradually, grow tall and towering into the sky, overlooking everything on the ground; The land is slowly barren and cracked, looking up at its own hope. It has no complaints and no regrets, because its tree of hope has paid off its efforts.

We are actually seeds, the hope of selfless soil, and the great soil is our parents.

When we open our eyes, the first thing we see is the happy smiling faces of our parents. Their smiling faces are so young and beautiful. They are as happy as watching the soil where the seeds germinate.

Parents selflessly raise us, send us to school, and let us receive education like sunshine and rain. They provided us with what we needed and watched us grow silently in the dark.

When we got the little red flower for the first time, when we got the certificate for the first time, when we were praised for the first time, who shared our joy for the first time? It's parents. When we are criticized for the first time, when we are frustrated for the first time, when we are wronged for the first time, when we are hit for the first time, who will share this sadness with us? It's our parents, loyal parents we regard as dirt.

After countless stormy days and nights, the new bud turned into wood, and we grew up and looked down at everything proudly. We ignore the soil that grows old because of us and the advice it gives us, as if we can live without it, and the soil just grows old with a sigh, just because it loves us, so we accommodate it.

Some trees are desperate to leave the soil, and the final result is the same-death. At the moment when the soul flies away, a kind of bitterness flows out of the corner of my eye.

That's why we know that trees can't live without soil.

That's why we know we can't live without our parents.

So we understand that the most important thing in life is to carry our parents on our shoulders.

Full score composition in 2008

One step at a time.

There is milky fog on both sides of the road, and there is a long ancient road ahead, which is confusing and magical.

I want to find my happy life along this mysterious ancient road. A very thin beam of light is projected from the distant sky, stroking the notch of the ancient road that has gone through a long time, shining with dazzling light.

A string of footprints scattered on the road of years. I want to find the step that determines a person's life and find an exit engraved with happiness.

I am drifting away, I am drifting away. ...

Finally, I found that the road was divided into two forks at this time, and two high doors were in front of me. They are engraved with "footsteps and life", and a rational stream flows with vigorous fonts.

I opened one of the doors and found many small words engraved on it. I stared at it carefully, as if time were turning here. ...

"Zhuangzi once walked here. In order to get rid of a society that succumbed to power, he pushed this door open and then resolutely crossed it and made a tree to watch the moon alone at night. "

"Once Mr Five or Six walked through here. In order to get rid of the ugliness of officialdom, he drove through this door in a dilapidated carriage, and then' pick chrysanthemums under the east fence and see Nanshan leisurely'. "

Mr Dongpo once walked here. In order to forget the painful frustration, he walked leisurely in thick clothes, leaning on crutches, listening to the sound of the river in the desolate Huangzhou, and singing "The river of no return, the waves are exhausted" regardless of the setbacks in life.

I am reading this once story, and the bamboo forest on the roadside is also singing. I want to write it as a vicissitudes and beautiful ballad.

I walked to another intersection and looked up at another door, which was also engraved with dense fine print.

"Xiang Yu, the overlord of Xi Chu, fled from here in the face of Liu Bang's pursuer, recalling the past hongmen banquet. He can't help but sigh that it won't die in adverse times. What can I do if it's not dead? "

"Cruel and insidious Qin Gui stepped into the abyss of sin from here, killing Yue Fei and belittling loyalty. His life must have been spurned and nailed to the historical shame forever. "

"Chen Shui-bian with ulterior motives embarked on the road of splitting the country from here, and the evil smile at the corner of his mouth dried up his ugly soul."

I don't want to read any more, touching the door in front of me, vicissitudes and heavy. There is nothing wrong with history! What is wrong is that they opened the door that should not be opened and took a step that should not be taken!

There are cheerful songs in the maple forest. I looked back at the original door, flashing blue light. I went up without hesitation to meet the golden life I expected!