Here s my poem, asking for the right soundtrack

Very well written and very meaningful. To a certain extent, it reflects the common situation of students on the way to study, with classmates, teachers, friends, and lovers in studying, on campus, and playing. Yes, the mood of the scene is all-encompassing, almost all of which highlights the campus life and the sadness of leaving, sometimes joyful, sometimes sad.

There are some memories that are indelible on the road of life, and of course, the life of the student days is also in it. It's a pity that I can't compose, so I'm sorry.

The campus song "The Age of Fluttering White" should be appropriate, look for Gao Xiaosong's classic works.

Try the wind-dwelling streets.

First snow. Or. The soundtrack of the days of Beijing East Road, all suitable.

Heavenly Market: Autumn Whispers, Blue Love, Moonlight Sonata.

Farewell Cambridge : Farewell Cambridge Remembrance of Love Mystery Garden.

Castle in the Sky: Lotus Leaf Mother.

Sadness or Happiness: Rain Alley.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone.

Lingering in a long, long.

And lonely rain alley, I hope to meet.

A clove like that.

A girl with a grudge.

She is. The color of cloves, the fragrance of cloves, the sorrow of cloves, grieving in the rain, complaining and hesitating;

She wandered in this lonely rainy alley, holding an oil-paper umbrella.

Tremble like me, like me.

Walking silently, indifferent, desolate, and melancholy.

She approached silently.

Approached, cast again.

The eyes of Tai Xi are like dreams, like dreams are miserable and confused.

It's like floating in a dream.

A lilac field, beside me, floated the girl;

She walked quietly and quietly, far away, to the desolate fence wall, and walked all the way through the rainy alley.

In the lamentation of the rain, her color was dissipated, her fragrance was scattered, and even hers was dissipated.

The eyes of the breath, the melancholy of the lilacs.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone.

Lingering in a long, long.

Another lonely rainy alley, I hope to float through.

A clove like that.

A girl with a grudge.

Angel's Clouds: After the Rain.

Life can actually be a poem.

If you can let me move slowly.

Quietly looking forward to searching.

With a deepening twilight.

After digging through the quagmire of the unknowable.

In the dark clouds.

Finally shed tears for all.

Missed or not missed encounters.

In fact, life can always become a poem in the end.

After the pouring rain.

My heart will be purified.

If you're willing to wait.

All the clouds that float erratically.

Eventually, it will all become a river.

This is an inspirational piece.

Background**Most people use it.

Illumination at the Mystery Garden

I think it's good too.

The landlord will decide for himself.

Index finger "Believe in the Future".

When the cobwebs mercilessly seized my hearth.

When the smoke of ashes sighs the sorrow of poverty.

I still stubbornly lay out the ashes of disappointment.

Write with beautiful snowflakes: Believe in the future.

When my purple grapes turn to late autumn dew.

When my flowers snuggle up to someone else's feelings.

I still stubbornly use the withered vines of frost.

Write on the bleak earth: Believe in the future.

I'm going to use my fingers on the waves that rush to the horizon.

I will hold the sea of the sun with the palm of my hand.

Swaying the warm and beautiful pen of the dawn.

Write in a child's pen: Believe in the future.

The reason why I firmly believe in the future.

It is the eyes of people who believe in the future.

She has eyelashes that sweep away the dust of history.

She has the pupils to see through the pages of time.

Regardless of people's perception of our rotten flesh.

The melancholy of being lost, the pain of failure.

It is a tearful feeling of emotion and deep sympathy.

Or give a contemptuous smile and a spicy mockery.

I'm a firm believer in people's trust for our backbone.

Those countless explorations, lost, failures, and successes.

We will definitely give an enthusiastic, objective and fair evaluation.

Yes, I anxiously await their assessment.

Friends, believe firmly in the future.

Believe in indomitable efforts.

Believe in the youth that triumphs over death.

Believe in the future and love life.

Pay attention to the speed of speech when reciting, and match the background ** just right, the landlord has to practice more.

On the way, Liu Huan was very inspiring.

Win in China has a promotional video that uses it.

"Croatian Rhapsody" and "Dunhuang".

we don't try chris garneau, uh, give you the light in my qq** directly.

You can go up and look it up and listen to it.

It's all pretty good. I just don't know if it's with the poetry soundtrack.

1 Love of the Republic.

2 I come up like snowflakes in the sky.

3 Ode to the Red Flag.

4 Long March Symphony 1

5 Long March Symphony 2

6 March of the Volunteers.

7 Five-Star Red Flag.

8 Yellow River Piano Concerto.

9 ten sent the Red Army soundtrack.

10 Yellow River trumpet.

11 Me and my homeland.

12 Ballads of the Great Wall.

Look at these tunes, they are very majestic, and they are suitable for soundtrack recitation.

··· Humor... Nervous... Revolutionary tunes are fine...

I think it should be more imposing**.

Believe in the future Author: index finger When the cobwebs ruthlessly seized my hearth When the smoke of the ashes sighed the sorrow of poverty I still stubbornly spread the ashes of disappointment Write with beautiful snowflakes: Believe in the future When my purple grapes turn into late autumn dew When my flowers nestle in the feelings of others I still stubbornly write on the bleak earth with the withered vines of frost

Believe in the future I want to use my fingers to rush to the edge of the waves I want to use the palm of my hand to hold the sea of the sun Swaying the warm and beautiful pen of the dawn Write with a child's pen: Believe in the future The reason why I firmly believe in the future is that I believe in the eyes of the future She has the eyelashes to remove the dust of history She has the pupil to see through the chapters of the years Whether people are moved by tears and deep sympathy for our rotten flesh and skin, those lost melancholy, and the pain of failure, or give contemptuous smiles and spicy ridicule I firmly believe that people will give a passionate, objective, and fair assessment of our backbone of the countless explorations, mistakes, failures, and successes Yes, I am anxiously waiting for their evaluation Friends, firmly believe in the future, believe in the indomitable effort, believe in the youth who defeated death, believe in the future, love life Soundtrack: The Mark of the Rain.

First of all, I recommend "Silence in the Distance", which is chosen according to the style of the work and the inner rhythm of the poem. It's more compatible.

The Rain" and then this one is based on the theme of the poem and the theme of **.

Whether people can have an emotional response when they listen to poetry. The amount of emotional response is related to the following factors:

1. The quality of the reciter's voice itself (which is related to the reader);

2. The sense of rhythm of the sound (the poet's responsibility is to provide the beat mark, and the reciter should express the latent rhythm);

3. Poetic imagery (which is related to the quality of poetry and the cultivation of the audience);

Fourth, the personal situation of the reciter (a little famous, a little more beautiful will help to improve the reader's degree of openness).

The difference between listening to poetry and listening to songs is only in the different orders of these factors

ii), (iv), (i), (iii).

Bandari light** "First Snow"·· The temperament is very appropriate to this one.