Today's events will also be a thing of the past, but this autumn night scene is eternal in my heart. In the spring morning, everything comes back to life. The following is the complete lyrics composition for everyone to share. I hope you like it.
10 1 beautiful campus scenery lyric composition complete works, like this? Welcome to winter? Can be seen everywhere. Walking on the boulevard, the cold wind took away the warm breath. Colorful leaves fall outside the cloud nine, paving a golden and green carpet, as if paving a winter road to the campus. Step on these leaves, and then what? Squeak? Our voice is the voice of nature, which makes people feel pity. Wicker, the only remaining green child jumps in front of you. Take a walk, weave wicker and feel the comfort of winter in the cold wind.
Go to the hillside grass, the grass has been mottled, yellow and green. There are obviously fewer students resting or playing on the lawn. Is the grass ready to rest and enjoy the scenery in winter and regain its vitality in spring? Willow, you must learn from grass!
In front of the teaching building, the students are in a hurry and the teachers are as busy as ever. However, the beautiful flowers in spring, the flowers in summer and the fruitful results in autumn have become attached to people. Colorful jumps make those coats look less heavy and people less like snowballs. Be caring and attentive between classmates and warm hand-in-hand between teachers and students, isn't it also a beautiful scenery?
On the way to the grassland, there are many? A man's army? Several trees in the forest look very special. Several evergreen pine trees stand upright, guarding the motherland like border guards.
Winter is like a teacher. She taught us to rest more after intense work, save our strength and meet greater challenges. Just like the grass of 10 1.
Winter is like a warm hand. What she shows people is a warm picture and a beautiful human landscape.
Winter is like an inspector. She tests whether people's willpower is strong and firm, so that people can exercise themselves in the snow. As the saying goes:? How can you see the rainbow without seeing the wind and rain?
I used to like the whistling wind, the birds singing in the morning, the simple laughter and the crisp wind chimes. Now, I like the gentle and continuous ups and downs of the piano.
Piano sound, no fixed melody, no single tone, no same feeling.
The sound of the piano can be elegant piano sound, clear guitar sound, noble violin sound, or bleak sound.
The sound of the piano can be the turbulence of the symphony of destiny, the sadness of butterfly lovers, the beauty of jasmine and the kindness to Alice.
I don't know when I began to like the sound of the piano. When I am upset, angry, happy and sad, I always move a chair and sit by the window, watching the beautiful sound of the piano and the earth rendered by the sunshine outside the window. At that moment, all emotions disappeared, leaving only euphemistic or turbulent ears.
In the sound of the piano, all the beauty and ugliness, good and evil should be tasted note by note. It has no fixed meaning and no fixed understanding. This is an open sky, allowing you to feel the artistic conception of music freely.
In the sound of the piano, I found the dream that has been hidden in my heart, saw the bright flowers at dawn in Chu Xiao, heard the heartbeat of every note, and heard my own heartbeat.
If there really is a God in this world, then the sound of the piano must be his most sincere gift to this world.
Everything is beautiful, just like the sound of a piano.
On the evening of the third autumn, everything was sad and silent. At dusk, I came to the fish pond and watched the trees, ponds, wind and sky merge into a tragic and lonely painting in the blood-red sunset.
Trees, maple trees, with a huge crown, the crown is full of red maple leaves, very beautiful and spectacular, but with a trunk with a big hole in the middle, it looks so tragic and desolate. What kind of picture is that? A trunk that can be kicked open as long as someone kicks it, bearing the weight of those adults, is slightly bent and seems to fall down at any time. However, it didn't, it still persisted, it didn't bow to fate and wouldn't leave this beautiful world easily.
Fallen leaves, dancing like butterflies, dancing, dancing the most beautiful dance in my life at the last moment of my death. Dancing to the ground, I made my last wish: to turn into spring mud after death and protect my tree. May the tree continue to grow sturdily and the new leaves that inherit its mission grow healthily.
Roots, deeply rooted in the soil, have heard the desire of defoliation, and will help defoliation and fulfill it. But because of some things, it is sick, very serious, and a little relaxation will kill it. It clenched its roots and didn't give up hope for life.
The wind is whistling, lamenting the withering of fallen leaves, admiring the firmness of trees and appreciating the tenacity of roots. Feng picked up some water from the pond, grabbed a handful of dirt and gave it to the tree to express his feelings.
Fish, diving fish, jump out of the water one by one, facing the sunset, as if urging the sunset to set quickly, come to tomorrow early, end the day and end the pain of tree day.
I walked to the tree, touched the trunk, picked up the fallen leaves, put them in my palm, folded my hands and bowed to the trunk, representing my sadness, admiration and sigh for the tree.
The sun quickly set and it was already dark. A new day is coming, and today's things will become a thing of the past, but this autumn night scene is eternal in my heart. In the spring morning, everything comes back to life.
After a light rain, I walked alone on the wet path next to the park lawn, breathing the fragrance of soil and enjoying the unique beauty of nature.
The mountains in the distance are like a lying giant, and the floating white fog is like a mysterious veil, which covers the giant's figure. The buildings near the park are hidden in the shadow of flowers. In the park, the grass is greener, the flowers bloom and the trees spit out new buds. Looking down, the park is like a big carpet inlaid with precious stones. Maybe this is the flower scarf left by Miss Chun! Look at the crystal dew on flowers, grass and leaves. Isn't this the tears that teacher Chun laughed at?
? Gaga? Listen, what's this noise? Oh, it turns out that some ducklings are playing in the pond. Even the birds are chirping in the branches.
A breeze blew, and Miss Chun's delicate hands made the lake ripple. In the lake, several small fish jumped out of the lake and came back. This scene adds a bit of interest to the poetic spring scenery.
In the park, a group of old people are doing morning exercises. Some are playing Tai Chi, while others are doing fitness dance. So-called? A day's plan lies in the morning? There are several children leaning against the big tree to read early, and the crisp voice is really touching. There are also some children having fun. They play hide-and-seek for a while, and then they play chicken with the eagle. Very lively. Those adults who come here to rest after work, some are chatting, some are flying kites, some are fishing, and a few people are learning chess around a table and drinking the best tea. The whole park is filled with a happy atmosphere.
At this time, a drop of rain fell in my collar, cool and leisurely. Oh, isn't this the memory of spring engraved on my heart?
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