Essay Title Life is like a song 5

Put on headphones, listen to **, use a delicate heart to perceive the joys, sorrows and sorrows revealed in the songs, and realize the warmth, indifference and mellowness of life.

The heat of life.

In the green bushes, there was a simple woman, with clear black hair, smiling and whispering. She jumped, ran, and shuttled through nature. In this spring season, a hundred flowers bloom, or fiery red as the sun, or white as the clouds.

They all had bright smiles. People and flowers, complement each other, more beautiful. Butterflies are the prodigal sons of flowers, playing among the purple and red; Bees are hard laborers, meticulously collecting nectar.

The warm sunlight poured down, staining the woman's eyelashes with a layer of gold. Maybe only the breeze can hear her whispering, maybe only the flowers and plants can feel her joy, or maybe only by truly integrating into nature can you discover the beauty of life.

Life is indifferent.

On weekends, a desk, a book, and a person are the most beautiful scenery. Sometimes, I am pleasantly surprised by a subtle sentence in a book, rejoicing that I resonate with the author, and rejoicing at the smell of a book that has been in the dust for a long time. The book made me feel Du Fu's pride and ambition of "being at the top of the mountain and seeing the mountains at a glance", and let me experience the faint desolation and deep sadness of Li Qingzhao's "people are thinner than yellow flowers", and let me peek into the helplessness hidden behind Haizi's beautiful long-cherished wish of "I only wish to face the sea and bloom in spring".

Wandering in the sea of books, I realized that life can also be so calm and indifferent.

The mellowness of life.

The tea is fragrant and misty. By the window, take a cup of tea and taste it slowly. Tea flows down the throat and is lubricated and refreshing.

At first, it may be tasteless, but as time passes, the mellow accumulation will gush out, leaving a fragrance in the mouth and nose, which is difficult to suppress and has an endless aftertaste.

I think this is life, sometimes like a young man, with a warm and windy atmosphere; Sometimes like a deep boudoir woman, light and graceful, with a touch of warmth covering the heart lake; Sometimes like a middle-aged woman, she overflows with a different kind of dignity in her simplicity.

Life is like a moving melody, and we have to spend our lives savoring ......

What is life? Perhaps in the eyes of others, it is art, a dictionary, a strong ......Everyone has a different interpretation of life, but in my opinion, life is a song.

Life is a song, and the moving notes jump; The beautiful melody echoed; Life is a happy song, we wish the rising sun to sprinkle sunshine on every corner of life; Life is a song of understanding and tolerance, when you use sincerity to influence others, when you treat others with understanding and tolerance, you are a hedonist. A person who lives in a happy song, a smile, a sentence of "I understand", "it's okay", simple words and deeds create a warm world, we sing for understanding and tolerance; Life is a song. Ordinary and extraordinary life together into a song, how vast life is, like the ocean, to compose a hymn to life!

Life is a song, and we are all singers. In a colorful world, our songs are also colorful. In this colorful season, our songs are helpless. The world is in full view, sing as you like, sing a song, don't suppress your emotions, sing about our sad or happy life.

Life is a song, and its melody is either urgent or slow, bright or low-key. When you are happy, everything is good, the family is harmonious, and the work is smooth; When I am unhappy, I feel that my work is boring and I am constantly ...... trivial thingsIn fact, looking at life is all about one's own state of mind.

When I was young, life was a nursery rhyme. It outlines our imagination of the future, when there are candy, stars, in songs, we can be friends with Superman, we can fly to the sky to pick the moon, and we all think that the future world is like this.

When we were young, life was a rock 'n' roll, always playing with a bang, coming with a bang, we looked at the world with perfect eyes, but in any case, we tried to transform.

Life is like a song, with different melodies, and we need to compose it ourselves. When you are happy, life is the cheerful music, when you are sad, life is the sad music, what kind of mood will compose what kind of song, and life is the same.

Once, I always thought that I had grown up and matured day by day, I always thought that I had tasted victory and setbacks, and I felt that I had seen through the world and knew how to live. It wasn't until I tasted the ups and downs of life that I suddenly looked back and found that the family and friendship that had been beaten by the wind and rain were still haunting me. At this time, it suddenly dawned on me - it turns out that life is a song.

That summer, I went to see off a classmate who was studying in a distant country. At parting, I wished him "life is like a song". He laughs and says, "Life is meant to be a song. Suddenly, I laughed too.

The combination of poetry and ** is a song, and the condensation of nature and truth is life. The song is beautiful, and the life is also beautiful, so the song and life merge together.

A person's life is like a beating note, jumping on the boundless music score, playing a song of life that belongs to him, no one can escape, no one can break free.

Sunrise and sunset, geese go and geese return, in the yellow earth, our ancestors sang a song up and down for 5,000 years - this song sang the Yangtze River Great Wall, sang Taishan and the Yellow River, from ancient times to this day - the song has you and me, and watch the tide rise and fall.

Unforgettable Jing Ke, "The wind is sluggish and the water is cold, and the strong man is gone and never returns." This is a tragic song of blood sprinkled on the Qin court.

Unforgettable Beethoven, deaf in both ears can still "choke the throat of fate", and play the majestic "Symphony of Destiny" strongly. This is a strong and majestic song of life.

We don't have to live extravagantly, we don't have to hide from life, we just need to live every minute and sing our own song of life.

A friend of mine is one of the "Top Ten Singers" on campus, who loves singing and loves life even more. Therefore, no one can read his misfortune from his happy smile and happy singing. Although he was terminally ill, he always said this:

I'm going to finish singing my song with a smile. This very common sentence still touches and inspires me to this day.

Singing alive is a kind of persistence, and singing and living is a kind of pursuit.

Singing can give us laughter or tears, while life can give us the whole song.

Victor Hugo once said: "Life is a mirror, you smile at it, it smiles at you, you cry at it, it cries at you." "Indeed, life prepares a sad song for the weak, a hymn for the strong, the pessimistic can only sing an elegy, and the enterprising always sings a triumphant song.

The song of life is like a thread and in full swing. We don't have to sing about wine, we don't have to cry for a long song, we just need to sing loudly. No matter how much life "deceives" us, we must not be depressed or lost, but we must firmly believe that we are a strong person and sing our own song of life loudly.

In this way, we will always be selfless, fearless, and uncomplaining.

Life gives us singing, singing gives us life, what reason do we have not to sing calmly?

Let's sing our songs!

The Chinese test paper was finally delivered, and my score was only three pitiful Arabic numerals plus a small dot, and it hung over me like a gloomy dark cloud.

I walked awkwardly in the direction of home, my steps getting heavier and heavier. Suddenly, there was a ** at the end of the alley, Zheng Zhihua.

The sound pierced through the layers of fog and drifted over the streets, "....He said that this pain in the wind and rain is nothing, wipe away the tears and don't be afraid, at least we still have dreams, he said what is this pain in the wind and rain, wipe away the tears and don't ask why. My heart shook and I couldn't help but clench my fists.

When I got ready for the training, I returned home and conducted a deep self-examination, and then respectfully handed over the test paper. Glancing at the score, the smile on her mother's face swept away by the clouds, and she turned and walked away. Although I didn't see a violent storm, I could clearly read the disappointment from the back of my mother's departure.

There is only one word difference between disappointment and hope, but the distance in between is measured by the speed of light. After a long, long time, as if it had been a year, Mom finally returned to the room. We looked at the exam papers together and analyzed my mistakes and shortcomings.

Mom's voice was no different from usual, but there was no sadness in her eyes and brows.

Outside the window, the maple leaves are red, and I know that "time is like an arrow" and "the direction of no hesitation". I must show the courage and pride of a sailor and hold firmly on the boat of life and not let it lose its way.

I quietly stuffed a note to my mother, which read: Life is like a song, as long as there is hope in the heart and dreams in the head.

Mom smiled and replied to me with a note: Life is like a song, there are rising and falling tones, there are joys and sorrows, laughter and tears, ups and downs, and ups and downs.

I smiled, as bright as the sun.

A flock of pigeons flew over the roof in front of me, and the silver wings shone brightly in the sun, and I knew that "the wings of hope will eventually open and fly in the sky".

It's like a song.

Time is lost very quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it is half a year...

I don't know why I chose this place in the first place, and I don't know why I chose here in the first place, so I don't know if I can't figure it out, so I might as well hesitate to appeal to this winding mountain song. I've grown up, and the past childhood and the youth that will rush in make me stand here and reminisce. It seems to be a melodious flute, gradually fading away, and the spring rain is sprinkled in the season of spring back to the earth.

In an old well in front of the house, the dry fern grass slowly regained the joy of last year, wantonly sucking the water droplets sprinkled on the railing of the stone well, and the morning mist wrapped around the rising smoke and the swings wandering outside the village, outlining a charming childhood. It's all perfect, it's a song, rendering some happy splashes of ink, and like a series of notes, beating into my life that is not quiet. I have been in Shanjiao University for a year and a half, from the ignorant freshman to the current numb junior, time has not left any thoughts for me, full of blank paper, yellowed memories, fluttering in the autumn wind once dropped among the flowers, fighting and waiting for the arrival of winter.

Looking at the flowers and plants growing outside the windowsill, I suddenly realized that I had been wandering, no one was paying attention, and I hadn't paid attention to it...

It was a beautiful Saturday, with a gentle breeze, falling catkins and unearthed shoots, swimming fish poking their heads out from time to time, spitting bubbles in annoyance, the mechanical sound accompanied by the breeze under the mountain in the distance, and the bustling reverie of spring on the landscape lake surrounded by mountains on three sides. Nine of us, riding bicycles, laughed and played along University Road until the first sunset appeared in the evening. Classroom learning is really boring, but there is also some fun, for example, pretending to be stupid to the teacher and not handing in homework, etc., although this is not right, but it is also a catalyst for our children who do not like to learn to relieve their boredom.

When I am older, I sit at my desk and keep thinking about it, in fact, whether we were carefree in childhood or unknown now, it is actually a part of life. The colorful rain flower stone and the golden chrysanthemum under the stage together, together with the colorful life, this is a song. Under the east wind tree, outside the fence window, a song echoes leisurely alone.

Although I am a poor doll, life is definitely a pleasure for me. I don't have material stuffiness, but I have spiritual strength, and I never shy away from that, just as I don't have the opportunity to express myself.

It's been half a year since this semester, time flies quickly, and the time of the junior year is running out. I hope that I will pick a orchid by hand and sing this mysterious song alone!

Time is like a song.

Life is like a song.

Life is like a song.

There are many, many of them, and these are relatively easy to write about, especially the years and life.