The song sings from the bottom of my heart How to write a narrative 10

The song begins from the bottom of my heart.

Listen to the trickle that feigns the hymn of life; Listen to the turbulent waves that ripple with tenacious struggle; Listen to the sound of wind and rain that speaks of strong growth. The beautiful music ripples in your heart, and in the pure heart, there is a crisp song.

The years are traceless, and the water is rushing; A song of exciting life sings the hope of pursuing our dreams, it turns out that life needs a song, and everyone has that song in their hearts.

If there is no Grandma Bingxin singing about life, "the flowers of success are soaked in tears of struggle", how can we meet the wind and rain and accept the tenacious struggle of the wind and rain; If there is no sister Zhang Haidi who plays the song of excited tears of life's brave and strong, how can we have the determination not to give up when we are lost; If it weren't for Helen Keller singing the song of faith that bravely seeks knowledge and defeats self, how can we still struggle to learn in the wind and rain; Without Newton's contemplative song on gravity, how could we have searched for the truth of life?

I have experienced many failures, so in the test of God, I have learned to face the wind and rain bravely, challenge the wind and rain; Challenge yourself and overcome yourself. Because there has always been that song in my heart, a song that never says never:

If you choose the ocean, don't aspire to smooth sailing."

If you choose the road, don't crave flowers to fill the road."

If you choose a blue sky, don't crave rain or shine."

If you don't experience wind and rain, how can you see a rainbow" This is a song of life that pursues dreams and never gives up, in my heart, there has always been that song, telling me the belief that I will never give up in pursuing my dreams; Interpreting the firm determination to set sail; It confirms that the dream song is the greatest fulcrum behind the successful flower.

Life needs a song, a song of "how can you see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain". Sing it! Sing it!

Sing the song of life, the song of dreams, and the song of strength with our hearts. If we need a song in our hearts. Doesn't our nation, our motherland, also need a song?

If the song in our hearts is elevated to the national song, and the national song is regarded as the most precious song in our hearts, then our nation and our motherland are about to take off. Sing it! Sing the song of the heart, the song of the nation.

At that time, the song of the nation is the song of the heart, so we will interpret the dream, the life, and our nation with the song in our heart.

Did you hear that? What a beautiful song of hope the song in my heart is! Sing it!

Sing hard! --Fly! The song of our hearts, let the song of our hearts fly to everyone's heart, and then - you will hear - our song, the song of the heart.

The song begins from the bottom of my heart.

The warmth in the air is not far away, and the winter seems to be nostalgic for the summer that was blown by the wind ......”

Inscription. On a summer day when cicadas are chirping, the sunlight outside the window is just right, and it is still as bright as before from the fingers. The smell of dust wafting over the streets in the distance records the unique smell of this town.

I turned off the stereo, and the singing that had been floating in the room just now suddenly dissipated. was about to go out, but met his father in a hurry. To my surprise, he didn't tie his shoes, apparently forgot.

His mother approached him and stopped him.

Leaning over and bending over, the mother began to tie his father's shoelaces, and her slender but not white hands flew between the laces. The corners of her mother's lips pursed slightly, and a strand of long hair fell mischievously from her ears. Her eyes are focused, as if she are weaving her beloved silk fabric.

A gentle breeze blew, and the faint smell of camphor trees swirled in the air. My heart also suddenly moved, as if something was about to break through the ground.

The father, who had always been dignified, bowed his head slightly, like a child who had made a mistake, and the afternoon sun swept across his face, casting a circle of light and shadow on the side of his face. His gaze was deep and faint, as if it had crossed a thousand years, through the sunlight and dust in the air, and he gazed at his mother gently. The moment they looked at each other, there was no words or words, only a smile like a summer flower.

I leaned against the door, smiling at the scene in front of me, and a familiar song sang from the bottom of my heart: love doesn't have to be vigorous, ordinary is true.

In front of him, the father raised his hand and brought a strand of hair from his mother's ear behind his ear. A wisp of blush flashed on her mother's face, like a girl in her first love.

At this time, the sunset was like a red and slightly drunk face, a little bit of smudge, and then dispersed, and the two left side by side, gradually disappearing into the depths of the sunset.

I still stood in the same place, singing the song in my heart louder and louder, and I always thought that my father was a restrained man who was not good at expressing himself. But just now, his every move showed his fiery love for his mother. Yes, love doesn't have to be spoken, it doesn't have to be vigorous, the love in the heart is the most touching, the ordinary life can give people a sense of security, and the singing voice from the bottom of the heart is the most beautiful.

Learn to live, learn to feel, learn to love, let the song sing from the bottom of your heart, let the love flutter from the song!

"I love the feeling, the sour feeling, like lemon stirring honey ...... taste"There was a string of children's voices outside the windowS is not so sweet. After hearing this, the mother, who was cooking, said a little angrily

Why do children sing this kind of song? "Mom, you don't understand, this is a new song, and it's popular now!" As I spoke, I sang along to the tune, and reached out to grab a gummy and put it in my mouth

Gluttonous cats! Then he said: "When I was young, I loved to sing, but those songs are in good tune and the lyrics are good, so they are not like these pop songs that shout and scream."

As soon as my mother talked about her youth, she couldn't close the "window", how hard the material life was at that time, how rich the spiritual life was, and she sang a few tunes when she was happy. Every time I hear her singing, it seems that it always evokes some reverie and longing for her life at that time, so I can't help but praise a few words:"Mom, you sing so well, it's very moving.

When my mother heard this, she seemed to be comforted by something, and a sweet smile appeared on her face.

Once, I asked my mother, "You always like to say how good your spiritual life was when you were young, why is it so good?" Mom said

At that time, people were so pure and not adulterated at all. Everyone learns from Lei Feng wholeheartedly, strives to do good deeds, and if they don't do it for a day, it is like doing something wrong......When, it would be nice to have the spirit of the past again. Her eyes sparkled with hope and anticipation.

Not long after the start of this semester, one day, I ran into the house in a hurry and shouted, "Mom, now the school and the community are carrying out activities to learn from Lei Feng again!" Mom said excitedly

I know, I know, just now I saw elementary school students singing the song of learning from Lei Feng and cleaning the streets. "I could clearly see that my mother was much younger, and I couldn't help but sing that song too.

Suddenly, my mother stopped singing: "Listen! At this time, a crisp and pleasant children's voice like a silver bell came:

Learn from Lei Feng, a good example ......"Although the singing voice is light and the tone is not accurate, it expresses a sincere heart. Mom also listened attentively, and her pursuit and yearning for a better life and beautiful things made the song in our hearts reverberate in our ears again......