Songxinli composition

The song in my heart 1 the song of Xiaoxi

After the long winter, everything in the forest finally smells the breath of spring. Breaking free from the shackles of a winter, Xiaoxi still loves singing so much, but at first it was a little uncomfortable, and its voice was low, but it was still crisp, "Ding, Dong, Dong". When it remembered the songs it used to sing, it was very excited and ran around singing to the sleeping forest. Suddenly, the forest was full of its cheerful and beautiful songs.

The song of the stream is the song of life, awakening everything.

Symphony of the worm

In summer, the sun is getting more and more poisonous. Cicada, usually silent because of the heat, screamed in despair in the tree. At night, the heat has dissipated a lot, but it still screams at the top of its lungs. Why on earth is this? Because it wants to play a symphony with other insects in the forest: cicadas are drummers and crickets are violinists ... Their music is so beautiful that even the stream that has been active has quieted down and become a piano player. I don't know if it is to welcome their music, the trees in the forest are more and more lush.

The Insect Symphony is a growing song, which urges everything to grow rapidly.

Song of winter snow

It's getting colder and colder, and even the sun can't wait to go home early. The snow in winter is coming. First of all, it is a small snowflake that flutters gracefully with the wind. As soon as it falls, it blends with the stream and the land. But slowly, the snowflakes became bigger, and the snowflakes like goose feathers fell one by one and fell on the grass, becoming a thin blanket. The stream can't stand the cold and gradually can't walk. At this time, the winter snow is singing and dancing with the north wind. After singing and dancing, it landed wearily on mountains, trees and houses ... forming a thick wool blanket. Everything is obedient and has fallen asleep, waiting for the new students in the coming year.

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Song of the Stream, Symphony of the Bug and Song of Winter Snow are all songs from the depths of nature, expressing nature's love and blessing for all things.

I heard you. What about you?

Song Composition 2 There is a song in the deep heart, whose melody is sad, always drawn by loneliness and amplified by melancholy; Is there a song with the most beautiful beat, and its notes knock out the soft depression in the heart? Is there a song that has no beautiful timbre, but a small bud sprouted in memory?

A violin named Loneliness was pulled by melancholy, and a tune named Sorrow was written in the helpless sky. In the dark world, I heard its solo, and the ups and downs touched the pain in my heart. A string, directed by a sad melody, divides a dream. Dreams are fragmented, sharp fragments pierce my heart, and red blood flows freely, rendering the most beautiful picture for this song. Rapid heartbeat, shortness of breath, helpless suffocation.

Melodious notes are beating on the black and white keys, and the rhythm is always in my mind. It is very convenient and can be an eternal beat. A wave of joy invaded the bone marrow and drove my heart to beat together. I can keep up with the beat by reaching out my hand. I happily forgot the pain when I clapped my hands. My numb palm is slightly red, like my face, blooming with long-frozen warmth.

In the old photos in my memory, there will be people wearing white shirts and playing worn-out guitars. The traces of youth are so beautiful. Once the song was a melody I forgot for a long time, and then I sang it, which was the taste at that time. Even though the years have passed, it is still wonderful. At that time, even the air had a rebellious atmosphere. Hearing, which has been sleeping for a long time, wakes up at this moment to pay homage to our past.

There are so many beautiful melodies lingering in the deepest corner of the soul that we can't forget them.

Inner Song Creation 3 One person, one song, one world.

Strolling in the empty street, the lazy pace raises the powerless dust, empty hands, and the favorite melody will ring in my ear. In this way, step by step, over and over again, continue ... those eyes that always think they can see the world, can't see any light, just like thousands of pairs of eyes, empty and confused ... a door, a lock and a bunch of keys.

Spring reflects two delicate flowers, which bloom shyly and meet the coolness of fingertips. Take off your headphones and pass your hands over the newly put petals, and the wet touch spreads to your atrium. I began to pay attention to it, for no reason, but I was touched by one of the weakest places, and I didn't even have time to stop and think back. "Swallow, dressed in gorgeous clothes, comes here every spring ..." Attracted by the sound of babbling, she looked for it. In the middle of the flower bed, a delicate little girl hung down the small flower beside her, smiling like a flower, blushing like a flower, with pink cheeks and two braids on her head. Naively dancing among the flowers, looking up at the sky, the sun sets bit by bit. Cheering, she only cares about the glory of that moment. My lips rose slightly, just like a lamp to clear the clouds. On the snow-capped mountain that has been frozen for thousands of years, a corner has actually melted. Stop and admire, just like picking up a glass ball again. With the precipitation in your heart, you can put the crystal together and hold it in your hand, being extremely careful and afraid of falling. This will be bloody despair.

In the bright sunshine, my eyes followed her footsteps, intoxicated and forgotten ... The jumping figure outlined the picture imprisoned in my heart, impacting the song buried in my heart: colored notes woven with simplicity, plainness and innocence, without lyrics, because it is naive, free and unconstrained, and will not be fixed on a page, an article or a string of new notes at a flick of a finger. My own story, to be continued, second update. What stops is the aftertaste of beauty, and what eliminates is the bitter doubt.

For a long time, I was immersed and running, like a straw to save my soul, calling my heart. Suddenly, I was pulled by something, and I fell down with a long-lasting smile. It's already dusk, and all this means that the sand between the fingers has slipped past and can't be pieced together yesterday, so we can only let nature take its course. On that track, my childhood and I have run counter to each other. I can only put away my remaining memories and leave them in the deepest green space-fragrant and clean, and those songs that can't be collected, echoing!

Song composition in the depths of the heart 4 autumn words are like a song, lingering for three days. -inscription

In early autumn, the night is as cool as water …

It got dark a little early, and foggy clouds floated like veils. A bright moon, like a flower with empty branches, is bright and bright, and the whole picture is gentle as water. Unexpectedly. The moon painted by the painter is a bit incomplete. Twinkling stars, like buds embroidered on a black screen, are like a pair of twinkling eyes, blinking, vivid and lovely. In this situation, I like to sit alone in the corner not far away, quietly watching the flowers bloom, enjoying the exercise with quietness, turning the movement into quietness and washing away the beauty in my heart. Osmanthus fragrans absorbs moonlight and releases heat from the sun. Flowers are in bud, walking in the court, enjoying the beautiful artistic conception before and after the flowers.

Mid-Autumn Festival, romantic and charming …

In the morning, a ray of sunset refracts into every gap. In the corner, there is a cluster of crape myrtle, lonely and desolate, but fragrant. The second hand moved a little in the glass frame. A breeze blew and crape myrtle swayed. My mood is sinking gradually, and I am entangled in trivial matters and uneasy. I don't know when that flowering process passed by me, but it denied sadness and bloomed a new life. The night is getting deeper and deeper, and the clouds are swaying slightly, like a dream. The full moon is like a jade plate, glittering and translucent. The moon is reflected in the pool. Rings of ripples, a trickle of melodious melodious. The stars are scattered, and the moon leans against the clouds, like a tearful moon. The stars are still in the long night, and the moon and jade building are thin.

In late autumn, the clouds dispersed …

The lights are on, the city is noisy, and the neon lights are shining with colorful light. There is no moon tonight, lonely, lonely, cold, and it is getting cold. Flowers fall all over the ground, waiting for rebirth in the coming year. Yesterday's brilliant life is tragic tonight. A quiet and sleepy day in obscurity. A day passed with a sigh, and the sunset disappeared on the horizon, like a splash of rendered ink painting. Stepping on dead leaves, I wrote a poem Overlapping and dispersing. Pull the cloud away …

Write a sad song in autumn language. After three days, I didn't stop ...

Once beautiful to the extreme, it becomes desolate …

In autumn, I wrote a sad song for Shenghua's childhood, which went deep into my heart. The clouds cleared away, and with philosophy, I walked alone in the street, dreaming.

The autumn elegy, sung to the depths of the soul, dispelled the clouds, and the clouds opened the heart.

I have always paid little attention to beautiful things, not indifference, but things that are too heavy in my life, which makes me want to stop. My eyes have accumulated too much dust and gradually lost my ability to moisturize. And you, like the light on the face of indifference, let indifference take off its disguise.

In summer, at night, the scenery along the Yangtze River, with a little fishy wind, passed in front of me from time to time. I just finished the composition contest, probably because I didn't play well. At this time, I feel gloomy, and the moon accompanies me on my way home. I can't help speeding up my steps. At this time, your bright, helpless, sandy song reached my ears, sad but extremely sad. This piece of music probably caused my thoughts. I groped for the source of the song, and through the thick crowd, I finally met you. A pair of bright and deep eyes, and the corners of your mouth drew a beautiful arc from time to time. Your hair was messed up by Jiang Feng, but you just kept playing the acoustic guitar with your hands, waiting for the wind to smooth it out, but!

But you are in a wheelchair, and you are disabled! You seem to see my surprised eyes, my head tilted, and a few bits and pieces of money were scattered at my feet. I was very moved, even sympathetic. I put a few dollars in your pocket at your feet, but you stopped me. "You can be a singer!" You look at me firmly, and there is a flame burning in those clear and bright eyes, burning like a nirvana phoenix. I was shocked. I retracted my outstretched hand and felt extremely ashamed. People can be poor, but their souls must be noble. So I sat down to listen to you sing. You seem to have found an audience and sang harder, regardless of the ridicule of people around you and whether others pay attention to you or not. Then, you smiled.

I thought a lot on the way home. What did this noble soul singer show me? Is it hope? Is it sunshine? Or his light. Looking at the arrogant women, indifferent men, silent old people and naive children in the car, I found that we always kept spinning until we formed a thick pupa, not letting others in or letting ourselves out. And you, illuminate me with your light, I think it's time for me to change today. Now, although I don't remember your voice and appearance for a long time, your singing, the kind that comes from the heart with the music of life, will always surround my ears. Like light, it will not only illuminate me, but also illuminate the people around me.

There is a song in my heart, which is a hymn to my parents.

On the first day of school when I was six years old, my mother told me the story of the baby eagle and the chicken. She told me: "The eagle can hit the sky directly because he has great ideals and wants to fly to the sun." But the chicken was afraid of catching cold in the wind and didn't dare to go out of the nest. In the end, I can only fly on the low wall. "This made me understand that one must have lofty ideals and not be afraid of setbacks. Only when he grows up can he make many contributions to our great motherland!

When I am discouraged by my unsatisfactory exam results, my father will say to me in a friendly tone: "Good boy, don't be discouraged, failure is the mother of success!" " Besides, just because one exam is not ideal does not mean that the next exam is not ideal. People should have backbone and tenacious perseverance and stand up to setbacks. "Dad's words cheered me up. I believe I can get good grades in every exam.

When I am proud of my achievements, my parents will seriously say to me, "As soon as I have achievements, I will put my tail up in the sky. Is that all right? " Don't you know that there are days behind the scenes, and there are people outside? "A short instruction let me know that modesty makes people progress and pride makes people fall behind. Isn't this the antonym of modesty, meaning that the bamboo bowed its head and there were no flowers on the back of the plum blossom?

My parents gave me the noblest and most selfless love for the growth of this young eagle.

I, a young eagle that has not yet taken off, will fly out of the mountains and run to the sun with all my energy, and sing a song in my heart to care for me and my parents!

I have always paid little attention to beautiful things, not indifference, but things that are too heavy in my life, which makes me want to stop. My eyes have accumulated too much dust and gradually lost my ability to moisturize. And you, like the light on the face of indifference, let indifference take off its disguise.

In summer, at night, the scenery along the Yangtze River, with a little fishy wind, passed in front of me from time to time. I just finished the composition contest, probably because I didn't play well. At this time, I feel gloomy, and the moon accompanies me on my way home. I can't help speeding up my steps. At this time, your bright, helpless, sandy song reached my ears, sad but extremely sad. This piece of music probably caused my thoughts. I groped for the source of the song, and through the thick crowd, I finally met you. A pair of bright and deep eyes, and the corners of your mouth drew a beautiful arc from time to time. Your hair was messed up by Jiang Feng, but you just kept playing the acoustic guitar with your hands, waiting for the wind to smooth it out, but! But you are in a wheelchair, and you are disabled! You seem to see my surprised eyes, my head tilted, and a few bits and pieces of money were scattered at my feet. I was very moved, even sympathetic. I put a few dollars in your pocket at your feet, but you stopped me. "You can be a singer!" You look at me firmly, and there is a flame burning in those clear and bright eyes, burning like a nirvana phoenix. I was shocked. I retracted my outstretched hand and felt extremely ashamed. People can be poor, but their souls must be noble. So I sat down to listen to you sing. You seem to have found an audience and sang harder, regardless of the ridicule of people around you and whether others pay attention to you or not. Then, you smiled.

I thought a lot on the way home. What did this noble soul singer show me? Is it hope? Is it sunshine? Or his light. Looking at the arrogant women, indifferent men, silent old people and naive children in the car, I found that we always kept spinning until we formed a thick pupa, not letting others in or letting ourselves out. And you, illuminate me with your light, I think it's time for me to change today.

Now, although I don't remember your voice and appearance for a long time, your singing, the kind that comes from the heart with the music of life, will always surround my ears. Like light, it will not only illuminate me, but also illuminate the people around me.

The song in my heart was composed for 8 nights, and I whispered softly, intoxicated by my ears, but also sneaked into my heart.

A small floating note, with the most beautiful smile, composes eternal harmony in the most beautiful moment-it is a song sung in the depths of the soul.

The hot sun exposed the bare playground, and there was no wind. The pain became more and more painful as the skin was burned. I fell down ... I couldn't support my weak legs any longer, sweating profusely, and hard tears rolled down. Out of breath, my opponent passed me like lightning. Uncomfortable, painful ... it seems that I have looked up thousands of dictionaries, and there is no better word to compare with my situation at this time.

In an instant, I went back to that night ten years ago. I snuggled up in my mother's wide and warm arms and pestered her to sing songs I had never heard before. I remember it vividly when my mother touched her mouth gently. In an instant, a "song" that has never been sung or created by others lingered from her mouth. "... I have the best baby in the world, because she is the strongest, the strongest ..." There are no songs on the staff, and illiterate children can't understand sentences. However, it is firmly rooted in my heart.

Just once, I will sing, sing, sing, as if time has passed and countless flowers have been sung. Increasingly sensible, I realized my mother's constant maternal love through the simplest lyrics. The most beautiful song stayed in my heart and accompanied me through Qian Shan. Rack one's brains for math problems and plan to give up time; Sad for an unsatisfactory test paper full of tears; For a "dog bites shit", when crying; For ... the song in my heart sounds like a whisper in the middle of the night, soothing my broken heart.

Sing the song in my heart, "... I have the best baby in the world, because she is the strongest, the strongest ...", I got up, dried my tears and sprinted all the way along the song.

It is the most common, but it is also the greatest; It is not gorgeous, but it is the cutest. Because it is a song woven with maternal love, it will stay in my heart forever!

In my heart, there is always an impassioned and energetic song that infects me and praises everything.

It was a cool autumn day, and the cool breeze made people feel quite comfortable. Autumn in my hometown is always so pleasant, so cool but not cold. It was such a mediocre and idle day. I sat at home, waiting for my mother to come back. I heard that she bought me a beautiful bonsai. My curiosity makes me anxious. Soon, my mother arrived home. She put a big bag on the left and went back to her room to continue her efforts. I looked at her busy back and felt her eyes were swollen and sour.

When I opened the bag, I found it was a small sapling. I looked at a small piece of yellow root exposed from the soil, and my eyes were full of helplessness. This seems to have doomed its fate, but I didn't want to embarrass my mother, so I planted it on the balcony. The small trunk leans as if it could almost fall to the opposite side. It is so fragile that the yellow leaves rustle in the wind. I sighed. Although unwilling, it doesn't help, so I have to go back to my room and leave it alone.

A few days later, the sapling was still the dying sapling, and there was no improvement. In a few days, I tried everything and saw a trace of new green, but they all passed away in the cold autumn wind, like an old man dying in the wind.

One morning a few days later, a sudden rainstorm woke me up in my sleep. I quickly ran to the balcony and carried the skewed saplings back to physics against the strong wind. But under the destruction of strong winds and heavy rains, it feels that it may fall down at any time. I quickly supported it with a piece of wood, and all its leaves fell out, leaving only an abrupt branch, which felt particularly vicissitudes. At this time, the weather is fine and a rainbow stands at both ends of the sky. How I wish the rainbow in the sky could wake up this sleeping life.

I don't know how many days later, the sapling didn't get better, so my mother and I had to throw it away. However, when I was ready to abandon her, I saw it covered with a new green life. I cried excitedly and told my mother the good news. I have witnessed the ups and downs of a life!

A hymn of life ripples in our hearts, telling us that as long as we are strong and don't give up, life will eventually have miracles.