Chen baoshuo

As the days passed, my life didn't have any new colors until music joined. ...

It was a sunny morning and my father took me for a walk. Walking, I saw a white line hanging on my father's ear. I called "Dad" and Dad didn't respond. I shouted again, and my father responded. I asked curiously, and my father replied, "This is an earphone. Listen to what's inside! " Dad put headphones in my ear. Wow, what beautiful music! I am totally immersed in it. After listening for a long time, I will hum a few words from time to time. This is my first exposure to music. How attractive!

Once, I failed in the exam and went home to hide in my room and cry. This is my lowest point. I looked at the night sky and the whole world became gloomy. Tears fell on the floor and slowly disappeared. Everything in front of me seems to be gray, and bright red scores always appear in front of me. I can't wait to go back in time and take the exam again. Suddenly, two words slipped through my mind: music, should I listen to music to relieve my worries? I clicked on a song "Reminiscence", which was written by a girl when she graduated. The melody is high and low, fresh and wonderful, which makes people feel very comfortable. I suddenly feel that I am the only one in the whole world. This wonderful music makes me enjoy it very much. Just now, my unhappy, sad and painful mood vanished in an instant. After listening to it, I felt relaxed, suddenly enlightened and confident. I said to myself, "Come on! You are the best! " Say that finish, I breathed a sigh of relief and laughed.

Music, when I am depressed, makes me regain my confidence and change my mood. It is an indispensable part of my life.

Music makes my life better!

Chapter 2: Garbage classification makes life better.

Zhang Tengyue

I live in Chaozhou, an ancient city with beautiful environment, but in recent years, garbage, the "strong enemy" of mankind, has unconsciously threatened our living environment. How can we live a better life? "Garbage sorting" is the only way out.

I used to help my family take out the garbage. Garbage that has been covered with two plastic bags often stinks. At that time, I was holding a paper towel, one was holding a garbage bag, and the other was holding my nose, and I hurried downstairs ... I just wanted to throw away the garbage, but I saw a disgusting scene: the garbage can no longer fit, and the garbage pile was outside the bucket, and some thick yellow soup flowed all over the floor. I couldn't hold it any longer and took a deep breath. I counted to ten in one breath and ran upstairs like a 100-meter sprint. Upstairs, I was breathless, speechless and nervous. I made up my mind not to let this happen again, so I thought of "garbage sorting" and "turning waste into treasure" that the government is vigorously promoting.

One day, I finished my homework and was bored. On second thought, isn't there a big bag of garbage in the kitchen? Why don't I try to pick up useful rubbish from there? So, I immediately grabbed a pair of disposable gloves, put on a mask, ran to the stairs with garbage, and began to "carve up" them. I meditated on the interesting formula on the internet: "What pigs can eat is kitchen waste;" Pigs don't eat dry garbage; The pork that can be sold and bought is recyclable garbage; Pigs will die if they eat it. It's hazardous waste. "I looked at the formula and looked around, even a piece of cardboard and two plastic bottle caps that were not stained with water. Soon, I chopped up the garbage and put it in four plastic bags. I put the recyclable garbage on the balcony, and every little makes a mickle to buy. When I came to the trash can downstairs with the "slimming" garbage bag, I found that the garbage inside was not lying all over the floor as before, and the ground outside the bucket was as clean as new. Only then did I find that people in the original community began to try to classify the garbage. When we got home, we had a small family meeting, and mom and dad agreed to waste sorting. With our efforts, the daily garbage "every household", the previous "bloated and smelly" scene no longer exists. The living environment in our community is also improving day by day, becoming more beautiful and healthy.

Garbage sorting starts with me and everyone. Only in this way can we live a truly beautiful life.