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Anonymous users2024-02-13I remember Rabindranath Tagore said, "Don't try to fill the void in life, because ** is in the depths of that void." **, is a melody that flows from the human soul.
It is classical and popular, but there is no distinction between elegant and vulgar. It can travel through the vast universe of time and space, melt the unbearable loneliness, and soothe the lonely heart.
Because of this, ** has become my favorite.
When that ancient ballad that lingers day and night shines on my heart like a scorching sun, warming my heart and sorrow, my life is as clear and sweet as a mountain spring; When the sunset has exhausted the last afterglow, the lake is sparkling and the gentle breeze is fragrant, you can let the clouds on the edge of this relationship enrich my innocent heart; When the end of the ripen river proves that this is not forever a broken old ballad, you know that I have received a divine spirit from the depths of my heart; When you continue to use the sun to render a theme that tells the maturity, and a soul is purified in the true meaning, you have ever sprung up with a moist touch in the depths of your life, a heavy supreme truth with a splendid heart and down-to-earth, because this has become my favorite.
I love to listen to piano music. I opened the drawer, took out Clayderman's tape, gently inserted the stereo, and the moment I pressed the button, I was immersed in the magic of the piano. Beethoven's "Destiny" is a glorious movement of the first family fighting against bad luck, Badajiefska's "Maiden's Prayer" is full of pious yearning, and Senaveltucent's "Memories of Childhood" ......This is all the soft notes created by the ** family to soothe the restless heart!
** My favorites!
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Anonymous users2024-02-12I love the mist of cherry blossoms, and I love the elegance and delicacy of lilies. But in the midst of all this, my favorite is the fallen leaves.
leaves, just a foil to flowers. Many people say that Ye was born only to set off the beautiful face of flowers. Yes. However, I think Ye is a loyal messenger of flowers.
Ye, with the advent of autumn, increasingly revealed a thin, dull yellow, and haggard face, but he still accompanied the flowers all day long, refusing to leave. The cold winter wind blew him off the flower's waist, and he melted into the dirt, but he still did not forget to use his broken body to provide the flower with the little nutrients left, just so that the flower could survive. But at the same time, he also left the mark of life.
Resolutely protect the fallen leaves of flowers, quite a bit of "I wish you to pick more, this thing is the most lovesick".
One still cold spring, I found it in a secluded corner—a weed covered in dust. I found that there was a branch in the middle of the leaves of this plant, and there was a small bud on the branch, which was carefully surrounded by these leaves, and I could not bear to let these lovely lives die in this bitter cold, so I took it home and raised it.
Soon, on a sunny morning. A warm spring breeze hitting the window lattice awakens a fresh life. She smiled innocently, without any scruples, and the green leaves beside her also looked at her and smiled stupidly.
However, the cold winter finally came, and the green leaves withered, but they supplied the flowers with their own nutrients. Not only for the survival of the flowers, but also to prove that they were once alive, in order to leave traces of life.
Falling red is a ruthless thing, and it turns into spring mud to protect flowers. "This is the spirit of falling leaves.
What I love most is not only the spirit of falling leaves, but also the fact that it is used to confirm my life.
Fallen leaves dare to testify to their own lives, even if they are so lowly lives. So, what about people? Do people have such courage? I don't know. All I know is that my favorite plant is only deciduous leaves.
In a trance, a fallen leaf floated down, melted into the soil, and disappeared ...... a long timeTwo lines of tears wiped his cheeks, and he still whispered in his mouth: "Falling red is a ruthless thing, and turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers." ”
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