I always want to sing a song for you and write an essay in a hurry

Maybe it's just that you're too selfish to like people getting into what you like or want. Maybe I'm really excessive, and when I see what I can't get, I see that others can touch and appreciate it, and a nameless anger rises in my heart, wanting to destroy everything. Maybe I'm too clumsy and always try to get what I want in the way I think is good, and I end up ruining the good things more or less every time.

Perhaps, it's just because they don't belong to me in the first place, and I just took it by myself. I'm too domineering, so annoying.

I didn't intend to be a sensationalist in this strange group, because I didn't think it was necessary, I didn't need to, and besides, I didn't like it very much, and I didn't have the heart to reject it and want to run away from it. I have my own world, I have my own path, and I want to go on all the time, but you stand in my way, and you make me angry with myself, yes, because you and I can't move forward. You and I are so similar, I have the same magnetic field as you, I am the truest version of myself in front of you, I don't care about losing face in front of you, because you are my truest friend.

Sometimes I find that I am really hypocritical, I obviously don't like people to be too close to you, I just want to be your only one, but looking at your happy smiling face, I tell myself: "Although I can't be your only one, it's enough to watch you be happy." "Heh, it's really hypocritical, when you're with her, it's always me who is ignored, but I still smile, because I'm afraid that if you're not careful, you'll look back and see my loss and make you annoyed.

I really, just stay with you. I don't need your deliberate attention, I just hope you don't ignore me.

It's good to see you happy, even if I'm going to pretend to be hard, hard......

On a lonely night, let me sing you a little love song: the friendship of the four-leaf clover, the cells hidden in the leaf, looking for it in the sun, the quiet beauty.

My dear, wherever you are, I hope you can hear my love song, it sings just for you.

Once upon a time, there was a little girl who was killed by a mysterious man, and when you saw the message that he would come to your house in a week and take the life of the most important person in your house. The only way to undo the spell is to send this message to three people as soon as you see it. Hee-hee, I'm also forced to do it.

A girl who was playing a vigorous dance was hit and killed by a truck when she came home from self-study a few nights, and the driver lost her conscience and dragged her body into the alley next to the pig stadium to rape her, and then ran away. After you see this message, please ** it to 3 stickers, if you don't send it, your mother will be hit by a car in 1 month later, your father will die of a terminal illness in 1 year, and your child will be born a freak after birth! If you do as above, the whole family is safe, and after 5 days, the person you like will come to you.

When your soul is poured by you, what wafts out is a burst of fragrance. All the way from the desert of souls, you are the only oasis I have along the way. I want to sing a song for you, Mom.

Time passed quietly, and there was no trace of the past. Now, I'm on the track of high school life, and I'm still by your side. The unforgiving sculptor of time has carved a few wrinkles on your face, but you are still young in my heart.

Mom, you are an oasis in my heart, how have you ever been old? Aren't you that young? I'm going to sing you a song, and the lyrics include:

You will always be young.

There is my hope in the distance, the fragrance of the fruit is enough to fascinate me, I study hard so that I will never disappoint your hopes, and in the process, you ......You've even put in more effort than I have. I still clearly remember the figure in the winter night, standing outside the school gate, looking for his daughter in the crowd, the expression on his face always changed from anxious to happy; I still remember the busy figure in the kitchen when I was still in the light of day, carefully preparing breakfast for me, and urging me to finish eating before going to school, and I still remember ......For you, I remember too much. I want to think of this as a song, with lyrics that include all the hard work you've put in.

The wind walks in the rain, and love flows in the heart. Countless rainy days, you followed the wind in the rain, sent me a raincoat, and still remember your wet sea, and the water droplets kept dripping. It was a wave of love that flowed through my heart.

I want to sing a song for you, sing about your love for me, and sing about that love that never changes.

Life is brilliant because of hope; The years are also verdant with hope. After countless failures, you always encourage me not to lose hope in myself and let me live in hope. Of course, that also includes your hopes for me.

Therefore, I would like to sing a song for you, sing about hope, so that we can all have a brilliant life and a verdant life.

I want to sing a song for you, sing the love I have for you in my heart, sing all the things between us.

Opening the drawer full of memories, those countless memories churned in my mind, and I couldn't forget them. Mother's love, mother's young smile, mother's hard work, mother will always give me hope, mother will always have a brilliant life, and will always be a verdant ......I'm going to sing a song for my mom, and these are the lyrics, mom, I always want to sing a song for you.

I will take everything my mother has given me, walk happily on the road of life, and sing the song I always want to sing for you.

Your essay is written by your spirit, your spirit is filled by your emotions, your emotions are triggered by your time, and your era shines because of you. Ever since I met you, I've always wanted to sing for you.

Inscription. I always want to sing you a high-pitched song of "The Scream".

The wind and rain, the warlord separation, and the invasion of foreign powers, let your soul of worrying about the country and the people no longer hold back, resolutely abandon medicine and follow literature, stand on the top of Mount Tai, raise your arms, wave your flag and shout: Wake up, my compatriots! Awaken, my people!

The rapid rhythm collides in the Yangtze River and the Yellow River, and the high-pitched rhythm echoes in Huaxia Shenzhou. You use a bare pen to write lonely about the exuberance of your own race, but what you have a bird's-eye view is a blank, a group of numbness, and you sigh: shouting is a kind of "accumulation of ruined bones, empty paper sound" in vain.

I always want to sing a helpless song of "Hesitation" for you.

After a long cigar has been boiled white for countless nights, you begin to think about the curative effect of shouting on the inferior nature of the nation, draw the genetic map of the national character, and find the lost direction of the great national tradition; You began to be silent and whispered, and in the land of China, "there is no place to write about it" You began to mourn and resent, "Mourn its misfortune, anger its indisputable" is your deepest emotional expression for the nation, and you are the one you wrote "The moonlight shines like water on the clothes" without complaint or regret; On the way you explored, you left a string of resolute regular scripts: "There are more than two pawns, and the lotus halberd wanders alone. ”

I always want to sing you a battle song of "Weeds".

Shouting is not a strategy, and hesitation is not a solution. You say, "You must be a wild weed, and sprinkle the hardest fruit all over the country, and it will sprout and take root and grow strongly; You began to carry out a thorough operation on the ruined homeland, boldly stripping away the inertia in the depths of the soul of the nation, "If you don't notice the cold star, I recommend Xuanyuan with my blood. "You say:

Only this spirit of seeing death as if it were home is the best remedy for national pain; You extravagant your lifelong love and hatred, "Heng Mei coldly pointed at Qianfu, bowing his head and being willing to be a son of a cow. "You say, 'It is only in this fearless character that the numbness of the people can be awakened.

You are proud, hard snow, and the spirit of rain.

In the darkest sunset, you lean over to pick up the fallen flowers and gently put them into the flowing water; You said that you want to send the most beautiful and mellow memories back to the East China Sea, which is your home, your nation, and your motherland.

Lu Xun, the love and pain of your life are the notes of the song, I always want to sing with my hoarse throat, sing your resentment, your hate, your love, and sing your lifelong pursuit!