What is love in 1? In my eyes, love is hand in hand and heart to heart; Love is sunshine and rain; Love is criticism and encouragement ... it seems that no word can cover the meaning of love. Love flows quietly in people's hearts like this. ...
Once after school at noon, I went home with my good friends. Walking into the gate of the community, it was quiet in the community, perhaps because it rained for several days and the ground was wet, and people were reluctant to stay outside. Take a few more steps inside, and you will find a simple tent with several big letters written on it. Because it was too far away, we couldn't see clearly, so we ran to the tent in three steps and two steps. It turned out that there was a banner hanging on it, which printed several big "warm winds in action-donating clothes for poor mountainous areas". Isn't it obvious to donate clothes to poor mountainous areas? Didn't mom just pick up a bunch of clothes that she couldn't wear the other day? It is appropriate to donate these clothes to poor mountainous areas, so that adults and children there will not catch a cold. I was about to speak when my friend said, "It's not a lie, is it?" According to adults, some people collect clothes here and sell them there under the banner of donation! "After that, she walked home, and I silently followed her.
When I get home, I often see children in mountainous areas wearing thin clothes and tattered shoes reading in dilapidated classrooms. Their little faces are red with cold and their eyes are full of longing ... these children as old as us need our help! But what if you really meet a liar? Is it a donation or not?
Time goes by bit, one day, two days, three days. Every time I pass by that tent, I will find that the packed clothes are piled up in that open space, and the more I put them, the more quickly they pile up into mountains. It cleared up, and the sun shone on this small red tent, which was particularly dazzling and warm. Yes, there is love in the heart, and there is naturally more trust between people! I suddenly felt relieved. I hurried home, sorted out the clothes I couldn't wear, sorted and packed them, and hummed a little song while sorting them out. "This is the call of the soul, this is the dedication of love, this is the spring breeze of the world, this is the source of life ..."
Love beats in the air. ...
Life is like a song, playing our ups and downs. Every melody represents our time. Each note represents each of our emotions. There is a particularly beautiful note that I can't stop for a long time and can't forget it for a long time …
In hot summer, the sun is very dazzling, burning in the air like a big fireball. I'm so hot that I can't wait to jump into the water and have a good swim. At this moment, my good friend called me, "Are you there? Come out and play! " "I was bored at home, so I ran out. We came to the yard and didn't know what to play. It's too hot. Suddenly, I found a water pipe with one end connected to the faucet and the other end on the ground. It's like seeing a savior coming, I immediately ran over and turned on the tap. Oh, not to mention how cool. My friend was so naughty that he picked up a handful of water and splashed it on my face. I also returned the gift. So, a big water splashing war began. Each of us took a handful of water and was ready to start. Everyone looked at each other, but we couldn't help laughing. Accompanied by a "go! "Water droplets are flying all over the sky and splashing around. I turned my head and narrowed my eyes. All I know is that I sprinkled water on each other's faces with my hands, and the water droplets splashed over and over again, making our clothes wet, and our faces were covered with water, not to mention our hair. Sweat is mixed with pure water.
I don't know how long we fought, but the fighting stopped and both sides were soaked. We looked at each other and laughed in unison. The hearty laughter echoed in the air for a long time and became a string of happy notes.
This string of happy notes, constantly played, tireless, never dissipated, never stopped, they make my mouth rise, make my eyes happy, all the notes have become wonderful music, all the music has become our happy childhood!
With the sound of nature, spring comes slowly with gentle steps, so quiet and gentle, just like a loving mother stroking a sleeping baby. Everything is quiet and beautiful.
Tick tock, the spring rain broke the silence and played a symphony. Accompanied by these beautiful seven notes, I quietly came to the field and could not help but want to wash away my boredom in its bath. Continuous drizzle, such as cow hair, countless stars, and like a broken thin line, can be described as "cutting is still chaotic." Presumably, the beads that shuttled on it have fallen off repeatedly! Where have you been?
The light green in front of us is bathed in the spring rain, swaying and more lovely. Spring rain falls gently on the delicate body of grass like gauze. After a long time, the grass leaves condensed into a drop of transparent dew, like a crystal diamond, which became the proud decoration of the grass.
The rain is still lingering and the wind can't help this scene. It rushed to join in the fun. It "hula" ran across the vast fields, dragging green leaves, kissing wild flowers and embracing it warmly. The grass was bent by the wind, and the dew on the tip of the grass slipped down the soil and landed in the mother's arms. Is the green in front of you light green or oily green? No, they are all soaked in morning dew. Touch it, and you will touch a finger of incense and dye a palm of new green. Under the action of the wind, it forms a flexible barrier.
"Twitter" turned out to be a few sparrows twittering in the branches. Oh, their language is the language of God. They are talking loudly. Maybe, they also come to the spring concert. Listen, the children are showing off their voices and attracting you to sing! The crisp bird song is accompanied by the sound of "pattering", which is very nice. On the ground, the spring rain has already gathered and merged into a trickle to find a home.
The wind accompanies the rain, and the rain follows the wind. The fragrance of the earth, the fragrance of the grass, the fragrance of the wild flowers ... all the new life fragrances in the world are brewed in the slightly humid air. The gift of spring awakens everything in sleep. With the laughter of farmers' uncles, I guess they have sown hope, and what awaits them will be brilliant fragrance!
I brushed the dust off the big black box, and I gently opened it for fear that the old memories in the box would drift away. There is a piano in the box. Old electronic organ. Next to it are boxes of electronic organ tapes.
I started to learn piano when I was 3 years old. This electronic piano, which is not new, has followed me for eight years. Eight years! What a profound friendship! I remember singing very much when I was a child, and now I am still a childish voice at that time. After listening to children's songs for a long time and hearing the sound of the electronic organ, I was intoxicated. A string of bright, dancing and smooth notes came from a small black and white key, which touched the music heart of a 3-year-old child. It's just a simple ode to joy, but it has aroused a thousand waves and ripples in my heart. In this way, I learned the electronic organ.
The road to learning the piano is long and rugged. It's hard for older children to try, let alone when I was a child. Get to know the naughty tadpoles and learn to control the square black and white keys. I was destined to build my loneliness between black and white since I was a child. Start with the simplest notes and slowly pop up the ode to joy. But learning the piano can be said to be painful. I want to have classes in the high temperature of 40 and the cold below 0. I have to watch music when other children are playing and when my parents are watching TV and listening to the radio. When I am sick, when I am in pain, I must practice the piano. ...
With the passage of time, my piano skills are also slowly growing. When I found myself past the ninth grade, I was already in the fourth grade. Sweat brings happiness. In our school, I have participated in squadron meetings and parties many times; Because I played piano in primary school and have a high musical literacy, I have never been idolized; I was chosen as the flag bearer because I have a good grasp of the rhythm of the national anthem; Even the five points in the music class are all due to the strong sense of rhythm created by my piano practice. ...
Others may not understand the hardships when reading the article, but I know how many difficulties I have experienced from playing notes to playing music.
Now, those memories about Qin have become black and white. What is really colorful is the melody, which is never old. I put the piano on the shelf and gently played a cheerful tune, just like the smooth and dancing melody of that year. ...
The journey from notes to music is long and full of persistence. ...
The blue sky, black tiles, white walls and flowers hidden in the walls are like a sad smile. The air is filled with the smell of poetry, and the spirit of freedom is everywhere, like water vapor everywhere. Listen carefully ...
In that war-torn era, a beautiful poetess in the Southern Song Dynasty sang softly, "Looking for it, it's sad and sad ... yellow flowers are piled up all over the ground, withered and damaged ... How can a sad word win this time?" Yes, a weak and strong little woman who wants to defend her country but has no spare capacity to realize her dream can only convey her sadness in words at the critical moment when the smoke is filled.
"But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with swords, it is even more worrying to drown our sorrows with wine." A blurred and passionate voice came from far and near. Li Bai, elegant, natural and plain, hobbled along a path full of pear blossoms, with flowers and jade fragrance overflowing. When he went to Beijing for an official position, but the government refused to accept him or even spit on him, he just "went out with a smile". Are we Peng Shengren? "What a heroic mind. Now he looks at the unreasonable government and can only smile and seal his loyalty in poems that have been passed down through the ages. This is the most beautiful sound.
Mount Tai stands in the mist, and the green mountain forest is particularly beautiful under the gorgeous morning sun. The poet sang, "Once you reach the top, you will see that all the other mountains are dwarfed under the sky." A beautiful sentence that has never been sung for ages has played the most touching movement for Mount Tai. Although he is not as drifting as Li Bai and loyal as Lu You, he belongs to the most powerful force of that era. Yes, standing in the middle of the prosperous Tang Dynasty, it was not the emperor or the imperial concubine, but these poets. Du Fu's elegy "The petals have flowed like tears, and the lonely bird has sung its grief" is gone. This is the most beautiful sound.
Clear water, gray bridges, withered trees and fallen leaves, like butterflies wandering in the air, are intertwined into a flying spectacle. Whether it is turned into spring mud or ground into dust, it has completed its tragic life. I wonder if future generations will still remember the most beautiful voices of those times?
I would like to pick the clouds in the blue sky and weave them into colorful music; I would like to pick the stars in the night sky and turn them into jumping notes; I would like to use my dexterous hands to pluck the strings like silk, and then tap the seven-color keys, and a grand music will fly out of my heart.
A black and shiny carbon wood, a small and exquisite moon mountain, strings as slender as silk, and pearl emblems dotted among them. It's an ancient piano in Qin, Qi, calligraphy and painting. The right hand plucks the string, and the left hand dances on the string like touching. Melodious "Sauvignon Blanc" and "Autumn Poems" floated in the yard with the wind. Ah! On a sunny afternoon, sitting on a bamboo and rattan chair with a refreshing cup of jasmine tea, listening to melodious piano music, string instruments far away from the city, red lights and green wine, I can't help but smile.
Snow-white skin, strange three feet, black and white teeth and tinkling laughter. It is the king of music-the grand piano. The lively and cheerful melody dances as lively and moving as an elf, so that we can't help but immerse ourselves in it and hum along with the beat. Enjoy the joy of music. Look! On the brightly lit stage, a female pianist is sitting in front of grand piano. Her dexterous fingers will make people involuntarily play the keyboard that belongs to the soul.
Flute, violin, harp, drum, trombone and saxophone. All kinds of music come together to form a grand symphony. With the tacit cooperation of the Hundred-member Orchestra, various music combinations and cohesive performances, grand music such as the Yellow River Chorus and the Spring Festival Overture was born in an instant, giving the audience an audio-visual feast and immersing themselves in a beautiful world. Laugh.
Sad, melodious, cheerful and lively, magnificent Each style has its own characteristics. Come out when everyone needs it, have fun, play a song easily, let us stay away from our troubles and enjoy the happiness from the notes! Ah! I like such notes!