The music is rich and colorful.

The music is pure and white. Sometimes I will be alone at home and feel terrible silence. At this time, I will listen to some music and immerse myself in it. I saw the sea, so blue, so vast and so free.

Music is melancholy. Watching a touching story, coupled with some sad songs, is even more tearful. I saw the pain of losing my loved ones in the Wenchuan earthquake and my firm belief, which was so heartbreaking.

The music is purple and warm. Music is like a cup of warm coffee, which warms my heart. I saw a family of three sitting on the beach enjoying the sunset. It is so happy, so sweet and so harmonious that people can't bear to disturb them.

The music is red and strong. One revolutionary song after another. The tune is high, inspiring, giving people strength and inspiring. Ah, I saw the flying national flag, and I saw the revolutionary martyrs, so great and so determined.

I like listening to music. I listen quietly alone. Suddenly, all my troubles were put aside and many things were thought out. I like to taste music with my friends and experience the beauty and happiness that music brings us.

Music has a magical power for me, which makes me unable to control myself to approach her. Music can calm my impetuous heart; Music can make my dull mood happy; Music can relax my tired brain.

Music is the bridge of the soul. Even if the language and skin are different, the melody of music can be understood. The tune of music is sometimes plain as water, sometimes deep and tactfully, sometimes impassioned and cadenced.

Life is better because of singing, and I am happier because of music. Music fascinates me, I like music, I love music, and I can't live without music!

Song ci really fascinates me.

The prosperity of Tang poetry and Song poetry classics: the soft Yuanqu and the romantic Ming novel literature, which are memorable classics, shine in the light of history. And I have a soft spot for Song Ci.

"When wine enters sorrow, it turns into acacia tears."

Fan Zhongyan's Su Curtain is impressive, evocative and thought-provoking. "The soul of the dark country is chasing the thoughts of the journey. Every night, unless you have a good dream, you will sleep alone, and the moon tower will rest alone, and the wine will turn your homesickness into tears." On a moonlit night, the poet was alone in a tall building, drinking to drown his sorrows, which reflected the wanderer's yearning for his hometown. From the poem, I saw the land where I was born and raised; I see the mountains here, the water here and the people here! How beautiful! From then on, my dream of building my hometown came into being when I grew up, which made me love this passionate land even more.

"Don't be idle, it's sad for nothing."

Yue Fei, who is determined to recover the motherland, wrote the poem "Facing Jiang Hong" before going to war. "Ambitious hunger meal Land Rover meat. Laughing and thirsty to drink the blood of Huns, stay from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and go to the sky. " Eating the flesh of an enemy with an empty stomach, drinking the blood of an enemy with a thirsty stomach, and recovering the motherland from scratch, Yue Fei not only hated his enemies, but also saw the blazing fire of Yue Fei serving the country, which made people proud, encouraged and ashamed. Yue Fei's fire of serving the country. Also let me start to work hard for the future of my motherland. Although my own contribution has inspired my strong feelings of serving the country, let's work together for the prosperity of the motherland!

"Compal is full of dust, and the curtain is hooked."

Friendship is a bridge connecting our hearts. You and I cherish friendship as much as we cherish what we love. Li Qingzhao, a talented woman, remembers Xiao Feng Tai as a memory of her friends. "Only the running water in front of the building should read me and stare at me all day. Looking at it, now add another sentence, new sorrow. " I stared at the flowing water in the tall building, and in my eyes, I felt a new sadness. The poet's yearning for friends is touching, and I also understand that friendship is so powerful that it can communicate with each other's hearts. Really: Peach Blossom Pond is not as good as thousands of feet's in Wang Lun. Poetry made me understand the meaning and power of friendship. I can give up anything, but I can never give up friendship.

Song ci not only cleansed my mind, cultivated my sentiment, but also taught me the truth of being a man.