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"Argentina, don't cry for me" (don'T Cry for Me, Argentina) is the theme song of the 1996 film Evita. The film stars Madonna and Antonio. Starring Antonio Banderas, it depicts the joys and sorrows, ups and downs, ups and downs, glory and wealth of Evita, the first lady of Argentina, and a sad and bumpy life:

She was born poor, but she was full of hope for the future, but in that era, after unremitting efforts, she quickly became famous under the lens of a photographer with a beautiful face, and since then she has been among the rich and **, until she meets Colonel Peron, an officer whose reputation has risen, and she stands out and becomes a dazzling political star. Madonna acted and sang, and her performance shone brightly, and she won the Golden Globe Award for Best Actress (Comedy and ** Drama), which also broke her fate as "box office poison".

Evita's life is a legend, loved by the people, known as the "standard-bearer of the poor", but also by the rich as the "unscrupulous woman". People will never forget her contributions to society, labor, and education. His tragic early death (at the age of 33) is regrettable.

The film is based on the opera of the same name by Andrew Lloyd Webster and directed by Aaron Peck. This theme song is the most widely circulated song in the soundtrack of "Madame Perón", which describes the heroine's deep love for her native Argentina and her strong personal desire for reform, and is a powerful work among Western pop songs.

The song is a speech to the supporters of Mrs. Perón at the age of 26, assisting Juan Perón to become the Argentine **, and at the inauguration ceremony, on the balcony of the ** mansion.

When Argentina was eliminated from the World Cup in '86, the song was sung overnight.

Then as long as Argentina is eliminated, CCTV5 will play this song, which has been 4 times.

I remember in 1986, when Argentina was paraded, on the balcony of their official residence, a female singer in Argentina sang this song for the first time, but the popularity of this song is probably due to Madonna's cover, and it wouldn't have been so popular without her.

Since 1994. As long as Argentina is eliminated. CCTV will always play this song.

It's really just a fragment of the opera.

Argentina, that sad feeling is more like.

I'm like a doll.

Buried in the sand.

You're fading away in my memory.

Don't make me cry.

I don't want to be the protagonist of a tragedy.

Don't make me cry.

I don't want to be remembered as a sad song.

Your figure is in my head.

My heart was filled with sadness.

The smiling face you gave me that night.

It's out of sight.

I'm like your doll.

Buried in the desert.

You're fading away in my memory.

Don't make me cry.

I don't want to be the protagonist of a tragic movie.

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Since I entered junior high school, tears seem to have lost my chances, and when I am older, of course I can't shed tears at every turn like before. But that time, I cried.

It was the first year of junior high school, and I was preparing to take the piano grade 5 exam, so I practiced hard every day, memorized the score carefully, and played it over and over again, striving for perfection.

When it was finally time for the exam, I arrived at the exam room nervously and imagined what it would be like when I got my Level 5 certificate.

My name was called, and I confidently walked into the examination room and began to play, a beautiful melody flying out of my fingers and echoing over the small room......Just as I was intoxicated with my wonderful ** sound, an unexpected thing happened, and the pedals under my feet were empty, and in an instant, my fingers were also messed up. Helplessly, amid the teacher's sigh, I slowly walked out of the piano room.

My hard practice has yielded no results, and the confidence in myself at the beginning has long been gone.

When I got home, I put aside the music I had practiced, tore up my plan to practice, and sat alone in the room in a daze. At this moment, a pair of strong hands were placed on my shoulders, and I turned my head to see my father standing beside me and smiling at me. "Dad, I'm useless.

I whispered, "Son, this was just an accidental mistake, you weren't wrong, but you were wrong by giving up on yourself after the 'accident'. The father said, called me to the piano, and said, "Come, let me also appreciate my daughter's **."

I opened the lid and started playing, and for some reason, it was so easy and smooth to play. After the song was played, there was applause from behind my father's applause. I laughed, but tears flowed uncontrollably.

I never thought that my father would encourage me when I was most sad and sad, tell me how to face setbacks, the father in my memory, usually go out early and return late, never see each other for a day, once thought that my father never cared about me, did not care for me, but I really didn't expect that my father was so loving, some people say, father's love is deep, that time I realized.

In the days that followed, no matter what difficulties and setbacks I encountered, I mustered up the courage to start again.

That time, I cried, not because of an accidental mistake, but because of my father's applause, because that applause was full of my father's encouragement and hope for me, because that applause told me that the catalyst for success was not discouragement after failure, but the courage to start over.

That time, I cried, and the tears washed away the grievances in my heart and made me truly realize.

At that moment, I cried.

That time I literally cried. It wasn't that I cried because I was scolded by my teacher, or that I cried because I was beaten by my parents, but that I cried when I won the first place in the essay competition. For some students, winning first place in an essay contest may be easy, but for me it is difficult.

I've always been afraid of writing essays, I can say that I have a headache when I see an essay, and a headache when I hear the teacher say that I want to write an essay.

When I was in the fifth grade, there was an essay competition, our class teacher Mr. Zheng asked me to participate, I hated and feared writing essays the most, so I wanted to participate in the essay competition, so I tried every possible way to get Mr. Zheng not to let me participate in this essay competition, but Mr. Wang just didn't agree. I didn't see that it was impossible not to participate in this essay contest, so when I went home, I desperately read some of the composition papers that my parents had bought for me, and temporarily reported to the Buddha.

On the day of the essay contest, I entered the exam room with trepidation. At first, everything went smoothly, and I thought it was very well written, and I thought that there would be no words to write halfway through it, but after a while, something happened, and I suddenly felt that there was nothing to write. At this time, I looked up and saw that my classmates had already written, some were sitting there playing, and some were seriously revising, thinking that I would definitely not win the award when it was over.

Later, I scribbled through in a daze, and after a lot of hard work, I finally finished writing, and when the time came, I hurriedly handed in the composition.

A few days later, when the teacher told me that I had won the first place in the essay competition, I was so excited that tears fell from my eyes.

These are tears of excitement, tears of excitement, and tears of happiness!

It was a Sunday, I was doing my homework at home, my mom was cooking, and my dad was watching TV with Erlang's legs on his legs.

After a clanging sound in the kitchen, wisps of food wafted out. Mom shouted to my dad to bring the food out to eat, at this time my dad was already fascinated by watching the football game, and I couldn't hear my mother's words at all, and my stomach was so hungry that I couldn't wait, so I went to the kitchen to serve the food, but my mother didn't let me serve it, for fear of burning me. At this moment, my dad got up from the couch in front of the TV, and I thought my dad was serving the food, but I didn't expect him to rush to the bathroom.

I was so angry when I saw it, I told my mother about my father.

With the sound of flushing, Dad finally walked out of the bathroom. I said, "Mom asked you to serve the food."

Dad said impatiently: "You are not the same, why do you have to be me." As he spoke, he sat down in front of the TV and looked at it obsessively.

I was hungry and angry, and as soon as my stomach was angry, I ran in again to complain to my mother.

Mom came out and said two words to Dad, but Dad was not convinced, and said stiffly: "What if I'm a TV fan, if you don't accept it, you can watch it!" I listened to my father, followed my mother's example, turned off the TV, and retorted to my father

Who is as lazy as you and doesn't work and eat! Dad turned serious when he heard this, scolded me loudly, and raised his fan-like hand and slapped me in the face. I cried, loudly.

When my mother heard my cry, she came out and quarreled with my father, and the quarrel was very fierce.

When I saw my parents arguing, I was scared and cried even more. On that day, our house was really noisy, crying, scolding, noisy, noisy, and the sound of scolding filled the house and spread to the neighbors, which was really embarrassing.

That day, I shed the most tears and cried the saddest.