Composition by Haruka 1 Oh, it's singing in spring. Every note in spring will awaken everything: grass, trees, flowers ... every little life is awakened by the song of this spring. It flies over fields, rivers, forests, mountains ... all over the world.
Oh, spring is singing. Butterflies and bees are accompanied by the songs of spring: while flapping the wind with beautiful wings, butterflies touch the earth with their hands and wake it up; Bees sing "buzz ……" happy notes, wake up the flowers with sweet songs, and the flowers sing along slowly.
Oh, spring is singing. In spring, the stream is calling, the wind and birds are calling ... sing together: the stream is ringing. The wind is blowing "whirring ..."; Birds are chirping. Spring band, spring hymn!
Oh, spring is singing. A little girl heard the song of spring and sang along with it: "where is spring?" Where is spring? In this fragile mountain forest, there are red flowers, green grass and singing orioles, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick.
Oh, spring is singing. It also spreads its clear voice and sings with its band, spring songs, spring songs, like sunshine, like the softness of rain and dew, like the fragrance of earth ... Let's dance and sing with spring!
Life, like a spring song, is lonely and warm.
So what is my life like?
Of course, I also want to live in a warm family like everyone else. On the contrary, home, for me, is just a strange place.
When I was a child, my deepest impression of home was a door opened by bsqyzs. In my world, there is only one room, a shabby old TV and a bad brother who only bullies me all day.
I went to school and made some friends. I entered junior high school, went to boarding school and made more friends. It seems to be farther away from my parents. They are like a book I don't understand, a book I don't understand at all, not as good as my ordinary friends.
Sometimes, I really want to tell them the truth, but I have to be mentally prepared for a long time every time. More often, the words came to my mouth and I swallowed them back. That awkward feeling is really hard. How I long for our family to be like others. The family will sit around a table, chat like friends and speak freely.
Perhaps, in their hearts, only the "teaching" on weekdays will make us obedient. "Teaching", yes, this is really a good word! They should be satisfied. But in my heart, I think the word "teaching" is so high and profound. "High" is oppressive and breathless, like a high wall between us; "abstruse" is insurmountable and dare not cross, like a gap between us.
Now that I have grown up, I finally understand: in fact, as long as we open our hearts and open the locked "door" with the key of understanding, home can become a real paradise; That spring song can only be sung, warm.
Song composition in spring 3 starlight does not ask passers-by, and time pays off.
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It is a spring song, it plays the ups and downs of life, and it is full of our youthful passion. Like the wind, it comes and goes in a hurry and is ethereal. Blow away the silence of winter, stir up quicksand everywhere, and break the silent sleep. Roll down faint dead leaves, as colorful as butterflies, as fluttering catkins. Dissolve the chill in first frost, and roll up high morale and passion. Like rain, it broke the silence of the world, like a dream. It doesn't have the momentum of "lying in the middle of the night listening to the wind and rain, dreaming of the Iron Horse Glacier", and it doesn't have the coolness of autumn rain of "empty mountains after rain, and autumn scenery at night", only the vitality and vitality of youth. Like fog, like drunk. Misty, integrated with heaven. He is surging like the sea, looming like a mountain, making people intoxicated in the fog.
This is a spring song and a road to the future. The road is bound to be bumpy, but his melodious melody is enough to dispel all your troubles. Don't think that spring is "time is not old, time is static", no! In spring, he sings about the years and passion of youth. It warns us: "Every day without dancing is a disappointment to youth, and every day without tomorrow's hope is a struggle." It tells us with its melody that growth is a journey. Confusion makes us think, as long as you have your own inner direction, even if you are a person, you are like a tribe. Wu Shuo: "Growing up is nothing more than getting drunk. Brave people choose to do it first! "
I hope everyone will be brave. Gan Kun was noncommittal. You and I are both dark horses. Gan Kun is set, turn it around. As long as you have a spring song in your heart, marching towards the sun, the shadow will always be behind you!
Go forward bravely to live up to your youth!
Haruka's composition 4 "He's gone, Hee Hee ……" Naughty spring comes to us with cheerful songs and brisk steps. Spring breeze likes the songs of spring best. Before it stands firm, it embraces spring. Look, spring happily sang a song for the spring breeze!
As soon as the song sounded, the spring breeze flew excitedly, blowing up the blue waves on the river where the ice and snow had just melted, blowing up the young leaves just grown by willow trees and blowing up the sleeves of children. The cold spring breeze pounces on people's faces and hands mercilessly, and sometimes even if they are not careful, the wind will get into people's clothes. "Whoosh, whoosh." Spring breeze is singing for spring! Look at the way he dances. This is very interesting.
Gradually, the song reached its climax, and the spring breeze turned into a small audience listening quietly, giggling from time to time with wide eyes, stroking the grass gently with warm hands, and there were waves of green waves, which made the grass sway from east to west and could not even straighten up.
The music is almost over, and Chunfeng is no longer interested in swinging and playing the piano. It seems that it will take a long time to hear the songs of spring. Spring quietly said to the spring breeze, "Don't be sad, let's go to see the summer clothes together!" " "Hearing this, the spring breeze revealed a big, warm smiling face. After bidding farewell to everything in a gentle voice, it happily went to summer with spring, spring rain, spring thunder, spring grass, spring flowers and spring leaves.
Yes, after spring, summer comes, summer goes, autumn comes, autumn leaves, and winter dances with snowflakes. The four seasons cycle, and each season has its unusual light and color!
Haruka Composition 5 Each of us should have experienced this Haruka. In a spring song, we may sing perfectly, or we may sing imperfectly, lacking one thing. Every one of us wants to sing this spring song perfectly! But we may or may not be perfect.
In the song of spring, there is a beautiful and naive dream. We dreamed that there was a twinkling star. We have seen it and remembered our beautiful pursuit of desire. In this process, we may have lost, hesitated and suffered. But each of us is about to have a Haruka.
This upcoming Haruka is a good start for our junior high school students? Or a turning point in our destiny? These are still unknown. Whether we can know this unknown answer depends on ourselves and our own efforts. I'm talking about a Haruka for our junior three students; This is an exam. This exam is different from the general exam. This exam can change our life and destiny. Perhaps in this Haruka, not only flowers are waiting for each of us, but also some bitter training. We have this saying; Sunshine always comes after a storm. It is true that we do not experience hardships and storms. How can I see my achievements?
I believe that each of us still has a Haruka, and later this Haruka is waiting for each of us; A garden full of joy is hope, a miracle that we have never seen before will happen, and a unique new life that each of us has never experienced. Each of us still has a Haruka in our hearts. Please cherish this Haruka.
Haruka composition 6 Haruka awakens green trees and red flowers; Haruka awakens the breeze; The song of spring awakens flocks of birds ... In short, Haruka awakens everything.
The song of spring awakens the trees. They cheered up one by one, and all the yellow leaves left in winter were gone, replaced by green leaves. A breeze blew, and the tree flapped its hands and made a "swish" sound, which made the flowers and plants under the tree look brand-new.
The song of spring awakens the grass. The grass that loses its vitality in winter is brand-new in the song of spring. When spring begins to sing, the grass sticks its head out one by one and puts on a new set of green clothes for the earth. The grass piled together and became green grass. Butterflies and bees are flying here, dancing on the grass as the stage.
The breeze was awakened by the songs of spring. In winter, the cold is biting. However, after hearing the songs of spring, it is no longer cold and becomes the messenger of spring-spring breeze. It helps spring bring people the hope of spring, and also helps spring spread songs in all directions. The change of wind makes spring very happy. It knows that it has successfully awakened the desire in the wind.
The song of spring awakens all kinds of animals, with white clouds and blue sky and continuous drizzle. ...
Haruka makes everything look brand-new, and Haruka gives people hope!
On an early spring morning, the sun has risen in Ran Ran. I want to have a snowball fight with my classmates before the snow melts, or I will miss the fun of winter. I feel this way only because I have been having surgery for most of the winter and it took me a long time to recover.
We had a snowball fight happily for a long time. Just as we were panting to sit down and have a rest, a classmate looked at his watch and suddenly shouted, "Ah, we will start spring next week." I only heard the complaints and comments from my classmates:
"Well, it will be spring next week, and I haven't had enough snowball fights yet."
"Yes, if only it were winter."
"It's too cold in winter, and it's not good to stay in winter."
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At this time, I accidentally saw a piece of green on the snow next to me. I quickly opened the snow and saw a young grass growing tenaciously in the ice and snow. I can't help looking down. Yes, when spring returns to the earth, there may be countless little creatures growing tenaciously. Spring is beautiful, it brings us hope, which reminds me of our teenagers. Aren't we these tenacious little creatures? We will encounter setbacks in life, but as a new generation of teenagers, we will not give up easily, and we will face difficulties until we succeed.
Spring is a song, a song full of hope. Let's sing it together.
Haruka Composition 8 Get up in the morning, open the window and breathe the fresh air. Suddenly, she came.
She came, she came quietly. I was so excited that I got dressed immediately and ran downstairs after washing.
I walked in this quiet environment, and a touch of red flashed before my eyes.
It's peach blossom. I walked over and slowly appreciated the life you brought. I saw the branches of peach trees dotted with red. Looking closely, the small peach blossoms danced like butterflies, and the refreshing fragrance of flowers floated away.
The petals are dotted with a drop of crystal clear water, just like a beautiful shell inlaid with one or two shining gems.
I found a wooden chair and sat down. Suddenly, I found a small tender grass growing next to the chair.
Maybe this is a gift from you. The gift you brought showed infinite vitality.
I looked up and noticed a tall maple tree. It is you who brought three small gifts to this tree. Your shadow is on the branches, branches and trunks.
Spring, is that you? Yes, these beautiful scenery are all answering my questions for you.
In spring, you bring vitality, beauty, vitality and youth.
In an instant, pink peach blossoms, green grass and green leaves staggered in front of my eyes.
I looked up at the sky again. There are white clouds in the sky. You seem to be in the white clouds. Your figure is so beautiful. You are like a little fairy with a fairy wand, dancing happily in the world, leaving your beautiful dance everywhere.
Yes, you brought us green trees and red flowers, singing and dancing, making the world more vibrant.
Haruka Composed 9 Spring appears silently in the winter season. She is quiet, slowly, quietly.
Waves of wind blow on our rosy and moist faces. I knew at once that she was coming.
In the morning, fog covered the road with a hazy layer. Vaguely, there is a beam of morning light, which makes people have a passion to face a new and beautiful time.
Looking at the flowerpot outside my house, it seems that there is a hope hidden in the flower. The red transition on the petals is like a flower of hope. The sunlight hits the petals and refracts into my eyes, which dazzles me. Suddenly, the petals at home opened, and I threw myself into the warm embrace of sunshine, laughing like an angel. The sound of spring, you are our hope. I walked out of the balcony and looked at the street.
The sky covered the hazy fog. White clouds are like a newborn baby, and the sky is like a woman who has just become a mother, smiling happily in front of us.
The sun shone all over the earth. Suddenly, I saw people start running in the morning. I went downstairs and you were still on the horizon in the distance. A flock of birds flew by, and the strength of their wings fanned the wind. The wind is like a kind old woman. Small as it is, it shakes everything. The grass is floating, with a little yellow elegance in light green, like a comb girl combing the duke's hair.
Yes, you are a gentle song. "The rain is your beautiful beat, and the sky and white clouds are your complicated music scores. The flower quilt sunshine found its most beautiful and best posture. Just like "the petals of flowers are bright, the sky looks white, the sun shines yellow and the spring is brilliant." "
Haruka Composition 10 Ah, you are so beautiful in spring, I always want to sing a Haruka. She came, and she spread the footprints of plants full of vitality and vitality to all corners of the world.
By the river, spring scatters vitality on willow trees that have been sleeping for half a year. The willow raises its low head and pulls out new branches and leaves. It's really "the jasper tree is tall and the tapestry of thousands of strands of green silk hangs down." Looking carefully, I don't know when the grass fragrant soil next to the willow tree was covered with a layer of green that was almost unrecognizable.
Spring brought rain, which helped her wake up her long-sleeping vitality. With a bang, the vitality was awakened, and it distributed the hope of new life to every tree, every grass, every stone and every house. The spring rain washed away the thick snow attached to the roof, caught up with the troubles of winter and ushered in the embrace of spring. She is "a good rain knows the season, and when spring comes, it sneaks into the night with the wind, moistening things silently", "It rains in the morning on the Acropolis, and the guest house is fresh."
Beautiful spring not only gives plants this vitality, but also gives animals a lot of vitality. Look, geese flying from the far south, sparrows chirping and cheering after sleeping in the house for a winter. Even the snail resting in the "house" lazily sticks out its head and greedily absorbs the unique breath of spring, which is as stale and fresh as truffles. You see, this scene of recovery is not the scene of "two orioles singing green willows and a row of egrets flying into the sky"
Animals and plants that have slept for so long seem to be awake, and then they drill back into the house and fall asleep. Yes, you can feel the light in the Woods and at the foot of the mountain. The light shines on the ground through the leaves, through the fingertips. Is a light spot, floating together, rippling in a world without sadness and sadness.
Haruka Composition 1 1 It's sunny, winter has passed, and spring has come. The warm east wind brushed my cheek, overnight. The grass swayed slightly, and the east wind echoed, playing a Haruka.
On this beautiful spring day, it is drizzling, and the soft spring grass is bent by the breeze stroking the rain. "Sasha Vujacic" and "Huhuhu" are the prelude. Spring grass danced in the rain, and the dazzling dance lit up the gray weather. Next to the spring grass, tiny branches stick out in the bud, and there are more than a dozen small flowers here. They are like fairies falling from the sky, swaying their graceful posture on the natural stage in the rain, which shows their dancing talent.
The rain has stopped and swallows are chirping across the sky. In the main song section. Chuncao and Chunhua straightened up and stood up. The trees are swaying with small flowers covered with branches, and the frozen soil awakened from the cold winter is quietly dispersed. After the rain, the small puddles in the street stepped over step by step, and the water was singing. Children sometimes run by, pass by pedestrians, and light steps kick into interesting percussion music, plus the singing of water. The first paragraph is over.
Children's voices, laughing loudly; Pots and pans jingled in the alley; A gust of wind, whirring ...
It is raining again. It often comes in spring. It's raining, colorful umbrellas come out, cars honk their horns in a hurry, and pedestrians hate words. This last light rain, connected with the whistle of the car and the words of pedestrians' disgust, is over.
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At the end of the song, this spring song is loud, heavy, beautiful and heavy at the end. The spring breeze blows, and patches of green set off the gray sky. ...
Haruka composition 12 hey about! Hey, yo! The grass came out of the soil very badly and welcomed the arrival of the girl in yellow. Spring girl holds the young sun and turns the snow into a tinkling stream; Give the frozen' bird' a glimmer of hope of rebirth; Let the cold Yuan Ye become a world where cattle and sheep fly.
Every plain the girl walks through in spring is full of blooming flowers. However, colorful plum blossoms fell in the wild flowers, which held up its desolate beauty and loneliness, making her smile and nod, and shed tears of sympathy. So, she gave Shu Mei life and made it move towards a better life again.
Miss Chun feels that there are no animals in this colorful world full of laughter. She hurried to find her father-in-law, Lei, and asked him to wake up the sleeping bear and squirrel. Because they can add a lot of vitality to spring.
At this time, the swallow rushed over to catch pests for the farmers' uncles. Let their anxiety disappear without a trace.
Flowers bloom in spring, some like ears of wheat, some like the sun. There are many ways and colors. All this is the help of the spring breeze. Chunfeng works for Miss Chun. She put kites and birds into the blue sky. She turned dead leaves into tender grass. They sway with the wind, gently swaying. The trees nearby are listless, and their lives stand on the cliff. Miss Chun quickly dressed them in green shirts and turned this place into a lush forest. Miss Chun's footsteps came to the river, and the ducks in the river swam around happily. Ah! Duck Prophet of Spring River Plumbing. Miss chun can't help admiring. At this time, the sun is setting and beautiful rosy clouds are shining on the river. The duckling's dance attracted a group of small fish. They danced with flowers and grass for spring girls, streams and birds, and sang the Song of Spring together.
Haruka's composition 13 spring gives people a very warm feeling and goes straight to the fragile and easily warmed heart.
After a whole year, it is another spring. Unfortunately, I broke my leg and got a plaster cast because I went down the stairs too fast. School starts, and I have to go to school. So, dad is late for work every day. Because he wants to send me to school. That intersection is a one-way street to school, so every day he carries me from the intersection to school, and then carries me to the classroom on the fourth floor before going to work.
On this day, my father carried me on my back again. When you go out, the sky is still clear, but on the way, the weather is like a child's face, and it changes as soon as you say it. The heavy rain poured down at once. No one expected this. Naturally, we didn't bring an umbrella.
Dad suddenly took off his thick cotton-padded coat and put it on me. "Then what will you do?" I'm worried about my father catching a cold, because I know that the cotton-padded coat is particularly thick, so he only wears two clothes and a shirt underneath.
"You leave me alone! Put on your clothes and don't get wet, do you hear me? " "Oh." My voice is as small as a mosquito, and I feel sorry for my father.
Boom! My father slipped and fell on the hard ground, but I was safe under my father's protection. "Dad!" I cried. "Honey, are you all right?" Dad touched my head and walked on behind my back.
Blood came out of the shirt. It turned out that dad's elbow reached the ground and cut his skin, and his clothes were soaked. In the evening, my father had a high fever and was ill in bed. The next day, he went to see me off
Listen, spring is singing a warm song, straight through my heart.
Haruka Composition 14 Spring is coming, the grass is stretching, the flowers are smiling, and the spring girl is singing "La La La, everybody get up!" Grass and flowers nodded: "Xifeng is right, Sister Rong and Sister Tao, wake up, it's time to grow greener hair to give people shade!" "
When spring comes, the river sings, "Hua, Hua, sister, come and dance!" " We haven't played together for a long time! "Say that finish, it began to rain in the sky. Dropping for a while, dripping for a while, rustling for a while, Xiaoyu is really a singer, attracting Grandpa Lei and Grandma Dian. They formed a song and dance troupe, singing and dancing together, so happy. The little frog woke up when he heard the song, plopped into the river and began to sing. The little fish in the river woke up and played in the river. The little squirrel has finished eating the pine cone and is preparing to find some fruit to eat! Brother bear is hungry after sleeping for a winter. While looking for food, they sang "Little Bees Picking Flowers and Honey", which my mother used to sing when she was a child.
Hard-working bees have been collecting honey for a long time, just as Brother Bear sang in his song:
Hard-working bees get up early every day to collect flowers and honey, and happy bees play games together every day. ...
Birds fly back from the south, and larks learn a new song called Song of Spring. It will sing this song when the forest team competes with their grassland team.
When spring comes, laughter follows.
Haruka Composition 15 That song is still rippling in the fields in spring ... Walking on the country road with my grandmother, chatting about the good news of this year's harvest, this remote village seems to be full of youthful passion.
The scorching sun shines on green crops, and the dark red land breeds the birth of the next generation of grain. Finally, mature wheat, such as an oasis in the mainland, appears in front of every farmer.
"Ha ha ha ..." The children's laughter echoed in my ears. Grandma and I are holding the rusty hoe in our hands and wearing a straw hat with several holes on our heads. The sweat has already dripped from the oasis.
I was running wildly in the field, while my grandmother sat on the ground and looked at me quietly, mumbling from time to time. I stopped and ran to her, put the newly picked dog tail grass on her head and asked her what she was doing with a smile. Grandma's eyes are full of brilliance: "Come, grandma will teach you to sing a song."
I smiled naively, met grandma's eyes again, and felt the warm breath of spring. ...
The next day, it was dark and windy, and the cold wind blew into everyone's heart. I woke up and groped for the bed. However, I was the only one on the bed, wearing long pants, so I hurried out to look for it. After searching for a long time, I came home depressed, but I heard the tinkling sound from the kitchen and saw grandma cooking instant noodles on the windowsill for a long time. Suddenly, I smiled through tears. ...
Another morning, my snoring continued, and grandma patted me on the tender shoulder. "Come on, after dinner, my grandmother will sing that song for you ... I just looked at my grandmother and swallowed a mouthful of saliva." That spring song was conceived in grandma's heart and hidden in mine ... "The pillow suddenly got wet.