& lt； Sorry >; When you read this letter, I was still there: , is a; It blew me here. There is a piece of land near here; Accompanying me is a; , I; Nothing else, I promise.

There is one:; I didn't know its purpose at first, but it was; Told me. Oh, I met him in a coffee shop a few days ago. I watched a movie that day; I came out to play some games. You know,; And; This is my best game. If you see me here; I will never say that I am a; Actually, I know you're joking.

It turns out that poking this clock can make time; . I really want to dial; Because my grandfather and grandmother met at that time, I never met my grandmother, only heard that: Very long, a little; Beautiful woman. at that time

In fact, I also want to dial back; Look at that. You are my first love. At that time, I used to scare you. 、& lt； Double knife >; ; I'm talking to you, I want some; . After knowing me; ! Remember when we met and contacted; Really? Yes, it is. "

The good news is that I finally got the ticket today and I will get it tomorrow. ; Where is the train? > ; Come back to you. I hope to be a teacher.

My New Year's resolution is ours; Never; We will be together forever!

2. Write Jay Chou's composition and quote Jay Chou's lyrics. It must be writing about his positive energy ~

Snail, Taoxiang, Tianya, and Dreaming are all very suitable examples, and the lyrics are Baidu.

He loves his family, writes songs about his father and grandmother and names his album after his mother.

He supported his friends and Nan Quan Mama's debut.

His achievements in music are world-renowned, and Zhou's Chinese style is constantly hanging in the depressed music circle in China, and he keeps trying to mix and match all kinds of unprecedented music styles.

He stuck to his dream, dared to try and became an actor, tour guide and host.

He is sincere to his fans. No matter what prize you win, the first sentence is: thank you for your fans.

He is loving but low-key. When Sichuan was hit by the disaster, the amount of donations was huge, but when criticized by the media who didn't know the truth, they didn't excuse themselves. Help yourself to more than a dozen love primary schools in the mainland, but don't let the media report.

3. How to write the composition "Rainbow" with Jay Chou's lyrics in many ways-if time is the antidote, it is also the poison I am taking now.

Dandelion agreement-but I can't tell whether you are friendship or missed love.

I don't deserve it-I don't deserve your beauty.

Great.-You have everything I like.

The longest movie-you said you would cry because you didn't care.

Unspeakable secret-the most beautiful thing is not the rainy day, but the roof where you hide from the rain.

Chapter 7 of the Night-If evil is a magnificent and cruel movement, I will personally write its ending.

Thousands of miles away-where is the piano sound? Life and death are hard to guess. Waiting in tears

Back off-love after lack of oxygen, unintentional tears are unnecessary.

Red imitation-it is my nature to play the devil's advocate, and surprise is my character.

"Heart Rain"-The cold wind passed through the branches and buds in the yard and cooled the flowers in my hand.

White windmill-it was only a moment when you said never to meet again. Thank you for letting me hear, because I am waiting forever.

Rosemary.-You want everything.

Chrysanthemum terrace-leave me alone on the lake in pairs

My head is as snow-I will engrave the monument of loving you forever without any regrets.

Black sweater-let the memory stay there forever.

Embattled-you are no match for me, but you can still be my dog.

Maple Leaf-Let love penetrate the earth. I just want you by my side.

Romantic mobile phone-our feelings spread, cherish and kiss.

"lamella"-(the whole classic)

Maltose-I'm so happy that my hands are sticky and my mouth is full of candy.

Coral Sea-The love between seabirds and fish is just an accident.

Forgive-please don't take breaking up as your request. I know insisting on leaving is your excuse for getting hurt.

"General"-When the enemy is empty, my tactics are endless, my attack is like the wind, and my bicycle runs over your gloomy face and enters the palace.

Stranded-if I can't forgive you, please consider me gone.

Fighting between trapped animals-if I rush out of the dark sky, don't (think) constrain my freedom.

Garden party-I just want to hold an umbrella for you in the sun.

Sunny day-I can finally love one more day, but at the end of the story, you seem to have said goodbye ~ goodbye.

Class 2, Grade 3-Why are all the students in the next class beautiful, and I just can't count the answers to the test paper?

"Straight Answer"-Years were peeling off on the wall until I was a child.

"Can you hear"-who knows better than me that your tenderness lies in my arms like a feather, and only you can hear it?

"Homology"-I know that the tacit understanding between * * * is very important, so that pride will not be lonely and boring.

"Her eyelashes"-I can't stop her happy smile.

The cliff of love-falling too fast to set foot on the future.

Love in BC-the oath that has gone through thousands of years of wind and rain is repeated again.

Simple love-I want to hold your hand like this and never let go of love. Can you never be sad?

I can't open my mouth-how miserable I am without you, and I have troubles without you.

I'm sorry-if meeting you is a tragedy, I think I'm destined to act alone in my life.

Silence-1. If he really loves you more than I do, I will force myself to leave.

I will learn to give up on you because I love you so much.

Snail-one day I will have my own day.

"You are happier than before"-whether the happiness in the past has faded, I want to ask you how to give up?

"The End of the World"-Want to cry without tears to test paralysis. It seems that I am the only one who is tired in the world.

The iron box on the peninsula-the impression of love seems to be unable to withstand that time, so you abstained.

"Code"-I'm afraid your heart will break. No one will wipe your tears. Do not leave your side. The world with you and me can be perfect.

Go back to the past-I want to go back to the past and try to keep the story going, at least not let you leave me.

Just connect some lyrics yourself.

4. Jay Chou's lyrics can be used as a reference in composition. How did you steal the time when the water flowed eastward? I miss flowers once.

Years are peeling off on the wall, seeing childhood (time, memories)

The clock passing through the time screen moves in the opposite direction (time)

Disappeared old times 1943 (any year will do), time goes slower and slower on the road of memories. The alley of the old street is the faint sadness of white walls and black tiles in that era. Disappeared old times 1943, in retrospect, there are some weathered fragments, old CDs, old suitcases, and a rose petal hidden in an iron box full of postcards (time, memories).

Want to go back to the past and try to keep the story going, at least not let you leave me (time)

The little yellow flower of the story began to float from the year of birth, and the swing of childhood has been shaking with the memory until now.

Playing the prelude, forgetting the sky, I think of petals trying to fall (time, memory)

There is no pure white soul anymore. Since mankind degenerated into an orc, I began to record all the events (memories) in front of me in the first person.

In the northeast with Dunhuang as the center, the coastline of this nation is like a bow, and the Great Wall is like a dream to be shot for five thousand years. I use my arms to lift the weight of the whole land. What did the south wind of Mongolian Plateau write? Do Chinese characters understand that skin color is the same as face shape? I crossed the east of the Yellow River and reached the top of Mount Tai. I lead the north wind to the west and get a bronze tan, eager to be connected with countless brothers. I opened the heavens and the earth to empty the Yangtze River, and people are transforming the ancient riverbed.

Grandpa's tea has a problem called home (memory, affection)

Grandma's expectation gradually turned into helplessness, and the adults never understood that what she wanted was companionship, not 600 yuan, which was simpler than what you gave. Grandma's helplessness can't be turned into expectation, only love can understand, walking by the danshui river, listening to what she likes and putting warmth back in her pocket. You should know what this song is about.

In the gale, I growled and fought for the trapped animals. I struggled to break through, and my closed mind shook the cracks. Burning flowers take off and disappear into the air, memories are peeling off, and the remaining image outlines are scattered in the mist.

The shape of dandelion is drifting away, and it flies in despair. She just sang and thought about the wound that ended the war.

The candle burns in the bad night, the war goes on all over the sky, lamentations spread thousands of miles, and famine prevails in my hometown. Naively, he stumbled on this road and was cut by Miscanthus.

What is the shape of hope in children's eyes? Is it to eat bread for breakfast and wake up with a bowl of hot soup? The farmer's land and village were burned, and he finally picked up his gun, but he gradually got used to giving up resistance. What is the shape of hope in the child's eyes, whether there is a swing in the yard, whether there is sugar in the pocket, and the light of the bayonet in the distance is polished by hatred, but she laughs at a loss (in fact, this whole song can be written as war).

The fate of children, after several cycles, you locked your eyebrows and cried beautifully (years)

The slowly falling maple leaves are like thoughts (thoughts, memories)

This kind of life is unfair and unreasonable to everyone, but you can't jump into the mud and face the shower. If life, for everyone, is unfair and unreasonable, then let me, with loneliness, continue to move forward until the light.

Listen to your mother (I don't need to say this)

If Hua Tuo is reincarnated and Chongyang recovers, foreigners will come to learn Chinese characters and arouse my national consciousness.

Chrysanthemum is broken, all over the floor, your smile is already annoying, the flowers are heartbroken, and my heart is dripping quietly. The north wind is chaotic, the night is still early, and your shadow keeps cutting, leaving me alone in pairs on the lake.

There are tears and salty sweat in the dream. You and I are the same world, and love to cross it. No matter how dark my dreams and hopes are, I will pursue them forward, and I will not be tired if I have a goal, waiting for me to surpass them.

It has nothing to do with romance. My preface is waiting for your reply. I have a clear conscience and am not afraid of human right and wrong. The rain beat the banana leaves and rustled for several nights. I wait for the spring thunder to remind you who you love.

Don't ask me if I have ever cried, because Superman can't cry.

I play word for word, chasing points! ! ! !

5. Write a composition with the name of Jay Chou's song. When the day falls, when the ground sinks, when the will stops forever, the edge of black-and-white communication will eventually open a crack to you, showing the source of everything.

Father, serious to fun, angry to make fun of. "The sky is falling! The ground is sinking! Puppy, it's gone! " Dad jokes from time to time.

"I'll slap you!" Dad will fly into a rage from time to time. A very strange "anger", unparalleled "anger".

"Kind father, I am trapped in a country where I can't see evil. Please forgive my conceit ... "I like to hum Jay Chou's In the Name of the Father. Indeed, my father is very kind.

The standard of a good father is whether he is addicted to alcohol, tobacco and gambling, which is very important. A good father is definitely a lifesaver when you are beaten by your mother (my father is), and this kind of thing is great: I forget the time and eat because I play games, and my mother will be furious and have a super invincible nagging offensive.

If you want to know my mood now, you can try to sleep in class at school. Very clever! Just then, my father appeared, pushed my mother away, pretended to be angry and taught me a lesson. By the time my mother turned back, we were already sitting on the sofa playing PK cards. It's like an alien broke through a window and knocked the headmaster unconscious, and you managed to escape. "When I close my eyes, I see the picture of that dream ..." My father and I, like father and son, have a heart in our hearts that can turn my mother around.

A good father knows the needs of children best, and children are always better than mothers. I am no exception. Want to know why? Of course, because we are all men.

Where's the daughter? Of course, because of the combination of men and women, I am not tired of working. Dad can be very tolerant and can coax me around.

For example, once, my father and I quarreled. I made him very angry, and he vowed that I would remember it in the future.

I talked to him for less than two minutes, but it was still safe and we talked well with each other. On another occasion, my father went to Guilin to buy my favorite children's literature-The Legend of Carelessness (see my book My Favorite Book-The Legend of Carelessness for details).

I jumped three feet for joy. Dad seems to understand me very well and hit my heart again and again.

"Cool morning fog/wet black skirt/foggy stone road/father's whisper/helpless consciousness/it will only be more cruel/everything points to the way to the temple/the fog that can't be blown away/the intention disappears/who stops gently/doesn't have time to cry/the passing bullet takes away the temperature/…" To commemorate the annual Father's Day. For the father's love that I can't understand but can deeply understand.

6. Who can write an article with the lyrics of Jay Chou's songs, always inadvertently evokes the past, and in every chapter 7 of Night and Heart Rain, the clock going back in the opposite direction can't stop.

Knowing her, I met her by chance. Because she also likes Jay, we found the same tone. Her eyelashes are long, her eyes are big, and she smells of rosemary. She advocates perfectionism, which is my favorite. I fell in love with her, so warm and hopeless.

To my delight, she also sent me the password of love, so I fell into the cliff of love in an instant. Invisibly, it opened the picture scroll of dreams in my mind and wanted to draw our bright future.

Love for her is spreading infinitely. Love in BC, every day with her is sunny, sweet and beautiful! She said that she wanted to see the beauty of Qilixiang, because there were many terraces and her favorite chrysanthemum terraces. She said that it would be very comfortable to sit on the roof and watch the white windmill turn quietly. She said that if you want to go to beautiful Istanbul, it would be romantic to count the stars together under the festive night sky. She said that she wanted to go to the mysterious William Castle, and it would be very comfortable to watch the "descending scale" formed by the "Coral Sea" in the mourning of "Old Indian Turtledove". She said she wanted someone to watch Rainbow with her, in the afternoon just after it rained. I just smiled and continued to appreciate her beauty. She told me that she likes to eat maltose and watch bullfighting in the gladiator square.

I still smiled and carefully observed her preferences. I love her so much that I even want to call her my "madam". However, I can't tell her my love in I can't open my mouth, because I'm afraid it will "split" that beautiful feeling.

However, the time came, and it came as suddenly as a tornado. Faced with this blue storm, I have no time to hide. After I tasted this last bite of sweetness, I was stranded by reality. You didn't explain too much. At that time, "Why can't you even talk clearly" only said that the boy you like had better play nunchakus and play dragon boxing as cool as Jay. You said you liked Jay's role as "general" in "Golden Flower in the City". You like the MV of Jay's "Double Knives" and hope to have one as cool as the protagonist.

I was silent. Then you said "I'm sorry" to me faintly! I know, I can't afford the promise you want. I only have one copy of Jane Eyre, but I'm still making excuses. I think you are because I am not used to my black humor.

In the season of "Maple Leaf" falling, your unrequited love completely "disintegrated" my beautiful love vision. I traveled to the south by motorcycle, and I went with the flow. I can't accept all this. I followed the gray track, listened to Jay's serenade, and pursued you and me. I dreamed of your birthday, and I sang that happy birthday song with you, but now it's just a bubble. I used to shoot big heads together.

That day is like "the end of the world" to me, and I will never forget it. Now, I am fighting a trapped beast like an orc, and I can only find myself in Jay's music every day. I deeply understand that the broken string can't continue, just like the leaves leave the tree, which belongs to the earth, but I still struggle stupidly to say, don't go if you love me! Knowing it's destiny takes a hand, I hope you can hear it. There is another secret between us that cannot be told-the agreement of dandelion.

Countless nights of tears, facts tell us the distance between us. Silly, I also fantasize that we can write gorgeous music and the longest movie. It turns out that this is just my Conan dream! This is the end of everything. There is no time difference in inner pain, and the scars are already deep. If Hua Tuo were alive, perhaps Compendium of Materia Medica could "stop the war". Since I can't "step back", I can only choose to leave and go "thousands of miles away".

I hope you will be happier after you leave me than before. I hope this is my last battle to face my feelings. I'm so tired that I can't fight my fate. I admit that I am a coward. A straightforward answer, the north wind is chaotic, and your shadow is constantly being cut, leaving a romantic memory of this romantic mobile phone. I don't want to fall when it snows. "Pull" breaks all hopes and makes everything a thing of the past! Never mention it again! Let your beauty stay in my heart forever like blue and white porcelain. Maybe many years later, it will become a beautiful memory in my heart, forever beautiful! Let's listen to your mother. Let's fall in love later. I have been busy all the time. All I know is that cowboys are busy. I didn't expect that I was busy, too, but I was busy resisting the harm caused by my feelings! When my mother handed me the black sweater knitted by her own hands, it made me understand that affection is more important than love. Listen to my mother, often go to see my grandmother, talk about my worries, often accompany my grandfather, taste his tea, and don't forget to bring something to my father and say "Dad, I'm home"! Where is the train? I embarked on a long-distance train. Huo Yuanjia's spirit inspired me, and the snail's will inspired me. I know I didn't lose, I don't need to change, I don't need red imitation, I insist on being myself, and fight for my site and my wonderful life with the spirit of ninja.

7. Adapting composition assignments with Jay Chou's songs, such as cliff/sea of paper/I want to take a vacation/talk about an accident/parents come quietly/the story is in Class 5/the ghost of hippo lingers/you can't see the future/the net no longer exists/I am feeling/waking up from my dream/who is at my desk/calling me dementia/that skinny body/classic. Waiting too long/Tianya (Internet cafe) is far away/Hippo has admitted his mistake/gone home/stopped surfing the Internet/it's unbearable/what should I do/have class tomorrow/haven't finished my homework/what can I do/write tomorrow morning/it's very efficient/please don't come early/write with a pen/I'm not here/fortunately, you didn't come/were covered by the paper/who gave the instructions/. Nobody mentioned/parents were called/thousands of miles away/everything she said was right/* * * years/really dare not/say that you misunderstood/I sent you away/thousands of miles away/all kinds of prayers/stop talking/cruel years/really shouldn't/invite your parents/I sent you away/thousands of miles away/all kinds of prayers/cruel years/really.

Love before 2000, I would like to go back to the past, take your black sweater and wander to the south; Even if there is no track, I will not leave and give up, because I believe you can hear our signal; The clock in the opposite direction rang the memory. You often say that you are a perfectionist and you should always love your wife simply. On that sunny day, at the garden party, you looked around for Qilixiang, and I lost my temper with maltose; You amuse me with black humor, but you can't speak sweet words. I laugh at you for being as stupid as a snail. Maple leaves are whispering, I am listening here quietly, and the terraces in my hometown are gradually drifting away, telling the past in the name of my father; Shanghai 1943, grandma is still young and has thick eyelashes. Now it is like snow, and the time goes back, and the songs that are answered directly are vague; I love the beauty of Coral Sea, and you love the mystery of Istanbul. You said that one day the train would leave, the old Indian turtledove would hover in the sky, and William Castle was waiting for your footsteps. We will explore the magic of the iron box on the peninsula together. It is said that the little blacksmith in Milan never left. I still remember that we were in grandpa's tea together, savoring the love that never ran aground, and listening to him talk about the strangeness of dancing together in the Spring and Autumn Period; You often find excuses to leave me and have a bullfight with your friends in Class Two, Grade Three. At that time, the night was always sunny, and the roof of my site was inhabited. I use a romantic mobile phone to send you a message of love. You play Chopin's nocturne in the same tone, but the broken string has no strength, and you can only tease it like a coward. You worship Huo Yuanjia's integrity and play nunchakus like no other, but you play Dragon Boxing like a ninja. Until one day, a blue storm hit and I was besieged on all sides. I was caught in the cliff of love by a tornado and could not escape. The general fights like a trapped beast, fighting the orcs for him and watching you die like the ruins of stopping the war. Sorry for the last time, announce the end of the world. She is being caught by an orc like Ke, and she is like a ninja on the way to be taken away.

8. Listen to Jay Chou's songs and write an essay about them. It's so quiet. A person quietly listening to blue and white porcelain, quietly looking at the lyrics, the soul seems to fly thousands of miles away.

Think of those classic Chinese styles in Jay Chou. I am waiting for you now, from "A solitary lamp stands in the window" with a straight answer to "You are so sad to leave" with snow, and then to "I will send you away, thousands of miles away, you are silent in black and white" with blue and white porcelain. Resentment seems to be the eternal theme of Jay Chou's Chinese style.

These Chinese styles are all my favorite music. Every song is more or less sad, which is Jay's style! I am infatuated with blue-and-white porcelain recently, because in blue-and-white porcelain, I heard the faint sadness when I revisited my old place in Direct Answer, and I heard the sigh of "Who am I waiting for when I am old?" In Hair as Snow, I also heard the lifelong waiting thousands of miles away, and even heard Qilixiang.

The most touching word in blue and white porcelain, I think, is "equal".

I haven't met my favorite lyrics for a long time. They are so exciting. The aestheticism of lyrics lies in the beauty of artistic conception, which is lighter than emotion. Listening to this song quietly alone is a kind of enjoyment!

At this time, quietly think of a person or thing that should not be thought of. Maybe it shouldn't belong to me, but my thoughts still can't help thinking. Missing is a kind of bitterness with sweetness, and missing is also a disease.

Tonight, it's cold and foggy outside. It's hard to be quiet in the room.

Listening to songs, looking at words, as if wandering in them, infinite reverie.

At this time, faint music floated to my ear.

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Another article

To tell the truth, I didn't feel much about Jay Chou before. I think all the students worship lies. Who can't catch up with Jay Chou? The "nunchakus" performed by students can actually come to the stage. I really don't know what that jabber is saying. The students actually said it was patriotic. At that moment, I really felt there was a deep generation gap between them.

In the afternoon, Blue and White Porcelain was sung over and over again. Spring breeze is blowing, willow branches are dancing lightly, and the lake is rippling. Walking in this beautiful campus with small bridges and weeping willows, I slowly recognized the taste. This song is about porcelain, but it is actually a love song. But I can't hear a word "love" at all. Listen to it again, I seem to like it-blue and white porcelain, euphemistic and subtle, sad and graceful, beautiful and gentle.

I like listening to some beautiful and moving music. Some music is beautiful in tune, while others are touching in lyrics, belonging to the latter. This is a song that needs to be listened to quietly and savored carefully, so that we can slowly feel a euphemistic, subtle and delicate Jiangnan charm. I admire Fang Gang very much. He wrote the lyrics. He is really a great genius. "It's raining in Lan Yu, I'm waiting for you to smoke, I'm writing a book at the bottom of the bottle, Han Li, imitating the elegance of the previous dynasty, when I set the stage for meeting you." Like the misty rain landscape of Jiangnan ink painting, Iraqis are fluttering in white dresses in Shui Yunjian. . . . .

I love this sentence "The sky is blue, I am waiting for you".

A word "wait" sang a lot of helplessness and sighs. This kind of waiting is hopeless, and in the afterlife, I know I can't wait. Singing in a weak tone is as simple as waiting for the sunrise every day. While waiting, you can read and write, recite poems and paint, enjoy flowers and play the piano, but you will never forget the person waiting.

Waiting is a good mood. It is better to meet each other in this life, only to lay the groundwork for the reunion in the next life. Such a thought, can not help but feel relieved, no longer complaining, no longer suffering. Even if we can't meet again, we should be grateful that we had a glimpse. At least, we can look at the smoke from the kitchen in the south of the Yangtze River from a distance across the Qian Shan, and silently miss the faint back in our memory across the vast sea of people, just as we quietly watch the blue and white porcelain pass through many history and pass on from generation to generation.

The rain outside the banana curtain is a time that passes in a hurry, and your beauty will always be fixed in the never-fading blue and white porcelain, which can be appreciated, pondered and watched.