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Two girls listened to a song together. One girl's soft voice rose and fell with the music, and then stopped to protest that another girl didn't even send out a lyric. You sing, you sing with me. The girl said, her small eyes sparkled and her face was wronged. The girl who has never sung can't help laughing and saying, well, I'll sing, so don't regret it. As she spoke, she sang ... it was delicious, fragrant and praised by white people ... The protesting girl was angry and pursed her lips to protest. Because this song has her name: Xiang. Another girl ran, laughing and singing the lyrics repeatedly, with fragrance chasing after her and shouting angrily. They crossed the city and came to the seaside, where the beach was quiet and peaceful. Two girls are standing on the other side of the sea. The girl named Xiangxiang began to sing, while another girl was listening softly.
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I met Xiangxiang in a disgusting physical education class. That morning-the sky was clear and blue, and there were a few faint white clouds floating in the distance. On the big playground of the school, the PE teacher takes his classmates to class together. "Students, let's play a game in this class." The PE teacher said. "Look, it looks like me," said the teacher, calling a classmate to help him. Teachers and classmates played a "crab" game, that is, walking hand in hand back to back. The teacher also said that there would be a game later, so let's practice first. Everyone dispersed, looking for their own partners, but she still stood still, not knowing who to look for. "Hey, what about us?" However, I was slapped on the shoulder and turned my head. It turned out to be a girl. She has long flowing hair and a pair of smiling eyes, giving the impression that she is very simple and friendly. She has a simple name, perfume. She is wearing a blue-and-white casual dress, a pair of dark blue jeans and a pair of blue-and-white sneakers today. She looks full of energy. "How about it?" She asked eagerly. "Well ... all right." But I nodded my head. The two of them played a game and had a good understanding. "You cooperate very well." The PE teacher praised them and helped them to correct their posture carefully. After a while, the PE teacher said to the whole class, "Let's start the game now and see who cooperates well and who reaches the finish line first." Everyone stood at the starting line and concentrated on preparation. "Three, two, one, go!" "When the PE teacher gave the order, everyone limped to run, but Harmony Xiang was not to be outdone and hurried to run. Their cooperation is almost perfect. Therefore, it is far ahead. Finally, of course, it is the first place. " Yeah! "Two people jumped up happily. From then on, the two approached and became good friends.
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Xiang Xiang likes singing, but she just listens and enjoys it. Sometimes, Xiangxiang sings out of tune, but she is laughing. Xiangxiang is embarrassed to scratch her head and says she wants to sing again. Mother's Day is coming. Xiangxiang is going to buy a mother's day gift. She asks Xiangxiang, why don't you buy it? Xiang Fang later said that her parents divorced when she was very young, her mother ran away, and her father went out to do business, leaving her young to her grandmother to take care of. It turns out that Xiangxiang is sad sometimes, but I think. Incense is very contented, and there is no desire for anything. Pure and kind are like jasmine flowers. However, I cherish every minute with Xiangxiang.
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In the morning, the change of the cloud is quiet and wanton, gentle and rapid, as if it came naturally, and there are mysteries hidden in nature. However, due to the account, I will transfer soon. At the station, Fragrant came to say goodbye to her. Singing, singing with fragrance. The fragrant song sent him off gently. The fragrant song was sweet, light and fragrant. Tears flowed in her eyes, but she forced herself not to cry. She pretended to smile briskly, bid farewell to Xiangxiang, got on the bus, and saw Xiangxiang standing in the rearview mirror, waving to herself, waving. However, the tears in her eyes finally fell down. At this time, the sky is blue, which makes the white in the light brighter and nobler. Compared with the fine white porcelain in the shop, it is much milder and more relaxed.
(3) To love singing is like loving yourself.
I will never forget the infinite passion and joy brought by singing for a moment.
-Prose
Singing, unique charm
I don't remember when I heard the legend of "Lorelei Fairy Song": the beautiful banshee Lorelei sat on the cliff by the river and sang a beautiful song. Many passing boatmen were attracted by her singing and looked for her one after another, watching the rapidity of the river. Finally, they ran into rocks and became prisoners of the Rhine forever.
Singing does have a stirring charm. A boatman who is familiar with water can't be buried in the Rhine without touching his heart and confusing his mind with emotional songs. Her singing charm is irresistible, just as the boatman can't resist Lorelei's singing. I think even the person who pushes the stone up the mountain will put down the stone and pursue his singing. Just, I hope God won't let this stone roll down the mountain and hit his soul attracted by Lorelei's singing.
This is the charm of singing.
Singing reminds me.
Please bring my song back to your home, please leave your smile ... "Every time I gently hum this song" Singing and Laughing ",tears can't help but blur my eyes. ...
This is a touching story. There is a mentally retarded child dying in children's hospital. He is a happy angel and likes singing very much. His singing brought happiness to all the people in the hospital. A bald grandfather is his attending doctor. When the sun goes down, their favorite thing to do is to count groups of white homing pigeons and refuse planes flying thousands of miles away in the blue sky. Over time, the two established a profound friendship. Soon, the old doctor was transferred to other places by the hospital. The child sent the old doctor to the hospital door, reluctantly took the old doctor's hand and sang a song. In the golden sunset, the old doctor left. A few months later, the old doctor took a model plane and rushed to the hospital as soon as he got off the train. He looked everywhere, but he couldn't see the haggard figure of the child. At this time, a nurse told him sadly that the child followed the white homing pigeon in the blue sky and left forever ... Pa-the airplane model in the old doctor's hand fell heavily to the ground. ...
This beautiful and sad story is deeply engraved in my heart; The song "Singing and Laughing" which runs through the whole play is deeply engraved in my heart. I was moved by the children's courage and optimism in the face of cruel reality; I was moved by the old doctor's love and encouragement for the children. In my mind, I often see the golden sky at dusk, white homing pigeons, an old man with glasses and a white beard, and a child who often smiles. Everything seems so harmonious and warm. ...
Tomorrow, this song will be full of spring flowers. I hope all children can face the present and future bravely with songs and smiles! Love songs, let us know, smile and gratitude, familiar music, score the feelings of love, let the song sing the soul and sing the inner feelings!
Zhu Ziqing's songs express his feelings, while Wu Boxiao's songs are reciting classic songs. The song is very long and has a lot of fun. Humans have been singing since ancient times and will continue to sing. There are songs where there are people. Songs decorate our lives, and our lives cannot be separated from songs. Let's open our hearts and sing! Let's listen to that melodious and beautiful song with our hearts! You will have a young heart!
-P.S.