Essay on A Song Sings from the Bottom of My Heart .

Listen to the trickle that feigns the hymn of life; Listen to the turbulent waves that ripple with tenacious struggle; Listen to the sound of wind and rain that speaks of strong growth. The beautiful music ripples in your heart, and in the pure heart, there is a crisp song.

The years are traceless, and the water is rushing; A song of exciting life sings the hope of pursuing our dreams, it turns out that life needs a song, and everyone has that song in their hearts.

If there is no Grandma Bingxin singing about life, "the flowers of success are soaked in tears of struggle", how can we meet the wind and rain and accept the tenacious struggle of the wind and rain; If there is no sister Zhang Haidi who plays the song of excited tears of life's brave and strong, how can we have the determination not to give up when we are lost; If it weren't for Helen Keller singing the song of faith that bravely seeks knowledge and defeats self, how can we still struggle to learn in the wind and rain; Without Newton's contemplative song on gravity, how could we have searched for the truth of life?

I have experienced many failures, so in the test of God, I have learned to face the wind and rain bravely, challenge the wind and rain; Challenge yourself and overcome yourself. Because there has always been that song in my heart, a song that never says never:

If you choose the ocean, don't aspire to smooth sailing."

If you choose the road, don't crave flowers to fill the road."

If you choose a blue sky, don't crave rain or shine."

If you don't experience wind and rain, how can you see a rainbow" This is a song of life that pursues dreams and never gives up, in my heart, there has always been that song, telling me the belief that I will never give up in pursuing my dreams; Interpreting the firm determination to set sail; It confirms that the dream song is the greatest fulcrum behind the successful flower.

Life needs a song, a song of "how can you see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain". Sing it! Sing it!

Sing the song of life, the song of dreams, and the song of strength with our hearts. If we need a song in our hearts. Doesn't our nation, our motherland, also need a song?

If the song in our hearts is elevated to the national song, and the national song is regarded as the most precious song in our hearts, then our nation and our motherland are about to take off. Sing it! Sing the song of the heart, the song of the nation.

At that time, the song of the nation is the song of the heart, so we will interpret the dream, the life, and our nation with the song in our heart.

Did you hear that? What a beautiful song of hope the song in my heart is! Sing it! Sing hard! --Fly! The song of our hearts, let the song of our hearts fly to everyone's heart, and then - you will hear - our song, the song of the heart.

The song begins from the bottom of my heart.

The warmth in the air is not far away, and the winter seems to be nostalgic for the summer that was blown by the wind ......”

Inscription. On a summer day when cicadas are chirping, the sunlight outside the window is just right, and it is still as bright as before from the fingers. The smell of dust wafting over the streets in the distance records the unique smell of this town.

I turned off the stereo, and the singing that had been floating in the room just now suddenly dissipated. was about to go out, but met his father in a hurry. To my surprise, he didn't tie his shoes, apparently forgot.

His mother approached him and stopped him.

Leaning over and bending over, the mother began to tie his father's shoelaces, and her slender but not white hands flew between the laces. The corners of her mother's lips pursed slightly, and a strand of long hair fell mischievously from her ears. Her eyes are focused, as if she are weaving her beloved silk fabric.

A gentle breeze blew, and the faint smell of camphor trees swirled in the air. My heart also suddenly moved, as if something was about to break through the ground.

The father, who had always been dignified, bowed his head slightly, like a child who had made a mistake, and the afternoon sun swept across his face, casting a circle of light and shadow on the side of his face. His gaze was deep and faint, as if it had crossed a thousand years, through the sunlight and dust in the air, and he gazed at his mother gently. The moment they looked at each other, there was no words or words, only a smile like a summer flower.

I leaned against the door, smiling at the scene in front of me, and a familiar song sang from the bottom of my heart: love doesn't have to be vigorous, ordinary is true.

In front of him, the father raised his hand and brought a strand of hair from his mother's ear behind his ear. A wisp of blush flashed on her mother's face, like a girl in her first love.

At this time, the sunset was like a red and slightly drunk face, a little bit of smudge, and then dispersed, and the two left side by side, gradually disappearing into the depths of the sunset.

I still stood in the same place, singing the song in my heart louder and louder, and I always thought that my father was a restrained man who was not good at expressing himself. But just now, his every move showed his fiery love for his mother. Yes, love doesn't have to be spoken, it doesn't have to be vigorous, the love in the heart is the most touching, the ordinary life can give people a sense of security, and the singing voice from the bottom of the heart is the most beautiful.

Learn to live, learn to feel, learn to love, let the song sing from the bottom of your heart, let the love flutter from the song!

In everyone's heart, there is a song of their own, and at this time, the song suddenly sounded in my head... On the banyan tree by the pond, I know that I am crying for summer... Hurry up, why are you so slow! He's almost gone! So, I strode up and followed the neighbor's little brother.

That's, look, he's there! Following his fingers, there was a black Zhizhi parked on the big banyan tree, and in that "Zhizhizhi" called, the little brother, three times and two times, climbed up the tree, like a swift and light monkey, he lay on the trunk of the tree, his eyes were fixed on the Zhizhi, ready to attack, take it into his pocket, when he was ready to shoot, the little Zhizhi slowly crawled towards the little brother, and looked at him. The little brother immediately grabbed the little thing with his two chubby 9 fingers, put it in the "treasure bottle" (specially collecting cicadas), went down the tree, and went to find the next target together.

On the swing by the playground, there is also the butterfly perched on it... Don't dismantle, don't dismantle! "Hearing the sound of the excavator working, I immediately ran out of my house, and a group of dark, expressionless men were dismembering my alma mater. I ran to protect the land that had taught me and enlightened me.

Little kids, you know what! Now to carry out the construction of a new countryside, if it is not demolished, how can it be rebuilt, let it go, don't disturb our work! "I was thrown out of the construction site by a strong worker.

I was reluctant, I stood there and looked stupidly at the half-dug playground, where the teacher's homemade swing was still swaying, and a butterfly rested on the swing, as if it was the soul of my alma mater, watching itself be destroyed. The teacher's chalk on the blackboard is still desperately chattering and writing... Exams are coming up, and we have to seize all the time to study! So I'll finish the class a little bit!

Let me finish this question! So he picked up the chalk and continued to write on the blackboard. What fractions and equations filled the entire blackboard, the teacher didn't seem to give up, and left chalk traces in that crevice.

Life in sixth grade is like a blank sheet of paper, with only the chalk chirping left by the teacher. Waiting for the end of class, waiting for the end of school, waiting for the game of childhood. The song left an aftermath in my mind, and the images jumped out of my mind, projecting in front of me like a projector with the song.

This song in my heart contains many childhood memories, "Childhood".

Please bring my song back to your home, please leave your smile ......Humming the song with a smile and ease, the memories pulled me back to those days......

On the weekend, Xiaojie came to my house to play. We gathered in the study and read this one with great relish. The whole room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop on the floor.

After two hours, Xiao Jie closed the book, swallowed her saliva, and a few words popped out of her throat: "I ......."You can ...... thisTake it home......All right? "Huh?

I hesitated, I bought this book new, and I didn't even have time to read it all myself......However, Xiaojie is my good friend, so let's lend it to her! So I readily agreed.

On Monday, it was drizzling, and I walked to school alone with my umbrella. As soon as I stepped into the threshold of the classroom, I suddenly found that the young lady was standing next to my seat, with her head bowed, holding a torn book in her hand, as if she was hesitating to put it ......into my deskI looked at it, and ah! Isn't that my new book?

I rushed to Xiao Jie, and the resentment in my heart made me gnash my teeth: "This, what's going on?" Xiao Jie raised her head in horror, tears in her eyes

I'm sorry, my brother ......Tear the book to ......"You ......Before the word "compensation" could be spoken, I saw her helpless eyes. "I'll pay you back! She said firmly.

Repay? Can she afford it? I muttered:

Her family never prepared extracurricular books for her, and many of the expenses for school were also waived by the school; She never had pocket money, how could she lose it? Forget it, how can good friends care so much about each other? She didn't mean it, so why should I add to his pain?

It's okay, this book can still be read by tinkering and repairing, there is no need to waste that money! Let's fix it together! I said with a smile.

A hint of surprise and emotion flashed through her clear eyes. With tears in her eyes, she finally smiled......

A smile is a fire in winter that melts the ice in people's hearts; A smile is a sweet quote that nourishes the flowers of warmth; Smile is a good medicine to resolve conflicts, a golden bridge to the heart, and a touching ...... that touches the soul

Please bring my song back to your home, please leave your smile ......