Compose music for my mother's songs 1 My mother loves to laugh and be humorous, and likes to help people. I think she is the best mother in the world.
Mom laughs every time for a reason, such as when she is happy. Every time I am with my mother, I can see her smile, so I am very happy. My mother takes me to the square as soon as she is in a good mood. Every time I am with my mother, I feel so warm.
Once, I said, "I am mom's baby." Mom said, I am her baby. I think my mother is humorous because she can treat me as a treasure in her heart. Another time I said, "I am beautiful, smart and lovely." Mom said, "You really know how to brag!" "I said," it's true! "I am very proud to see my mother have nothing to say. But my mother suddenly said, "Chairman Mao said,' Modesty makes people progress and pride makes people fall behind'." "Ha ha! I can only admit defeat, who let me have such a humorous mother?
Mother has a pair of hands that love to help others. Once, my grandmother fell, and my mother immediately ran to help her get up. Another time, my mother saw someone else's car broke down and ran to help others push the cart. Others thanked her. This is my mother who loves to help others.
Mom, I love you, your smile, your humor and your capable hands. Mom, you are the best mother in the world. I want to dedicate this song to you!
It has been fifteen years since my mother brought me into this world. The days I lived with my mother are always worth remembering, living and feeling. I don't know what words to use to describe my mother. Words are pale and powerless in front of her love, but no matter how I express them, I think she can still feel my inner gratitude, gratitude and love.
I can never forget that cup of fragrant milk that was put on the table in the middle of the night. I can't forget the warm hug when I cried. I will never forget my kind help when I was helpless. I have never forgotten that moment after moment, tiny but full of emotion, which originated from the purest mother-daughter relationship. Since the day I was born, this relationship has been continuously and tacitly passed on.
Mom, still busy every day, I always feel sour when I look at it. A hymn dedicated to my mother is my wordless determination and persistence. That is, I want to be stronger. One day, my role will be reversed, and I will hold you in my arms and stand in front of you to shelter you from the wind and rain.
Love; Not necessarily enthusiastic, but full of gratitude.
Compose for Mother's Song 3 One night this summer, it rained cats and dogs. I'm outside alone, with no umbrella and no support. I was so scared. The "merchants" in the street shouted "Ten dollars for an umbrella, ten dollars for an umbrella ..." I looked in my pocket and gave up! I have no money with me, so I can't buy an umbrella. I have to get wet, right? "Boom!" A muffled thunder sounded and I couldn't help shivering. What a big thunder! What are we doing? Fear has attacked me again. I hid helplessly in the bookstore and waited for a while. Forget it. Shower is nothing, so I struggled to run home. At this time, a thin figure caught my attention-it was mom! "Mom" I cried for my mother to run. She only approved a raincoat. As soon as she saw me, she took it off and put it on for me. I was speechless for a moment. Will my mother be caught in the rain? I don't know why I can't talk. So I tried to put a raincoat on my mother, but it didn't work. When I got home, my mother's thin body couldn't hold on. I kept shaking and tears welled up, all because of me, which made my mother cold! How could I forget that my mother's fragile body could not stand the rain, but she persisted all the way. ...
With the footsteps of spring, this beautiful day is coming to you and me. My heart is as grand as the sea. I really want to write a song for you. Although I am not a singer or a poet, I can't write touching melodies. I lack the inspiration to flash, and I am ashamed that I didn't say the most affectionate' love' one by one. But today I want to present you with a love song. May my songs turn into sunshine and shine on your dark cheeks. May my song turn into rain and moisten your thirsty throat. May my songs turn into grass and bring fragrance to your life. You gave me a beating pulse. You gave me happiness. You taught me to face life with a smile. Years have eroded your cheeks. But today, your child's young heart has been deeply loved. In the morning light, you have a touching smile, but there is a trace of vicissitudes on your cheeks.
Your love is closely connected with me. In my blood, in my bones, in my heart, your love moved me. I finally know that there is one thing in this world, more abundant than the water of the Yangtze River, more breathtaking than the trend of Huangshan Mountain, more tenacious and evergreen than the green of pine and cypress, and that is your love, your deep love and selfless love, my mother. I didn't understand all this until now.
Song composition for mother 5 "Song for mother" This article, although I haven't learned it, I have read it in this exam.
"The child is going to travel. In the dim light, the mother was sewing clothes for her child with a needle and thread in her hand. My mother has bad eyes. She always sews a needle and drops two things. " This passage has benefited me a lot and moved me deeply. The amiable mother is very kind to her children. Seeing that they were going to travel far away, she worried that they would catch cold. In the dim light, sewing the child's clothes, in this case, the mother ignored her bad eyes. This reminds me of my mother. In winter, my mother put on a thick cotton-padded coat and gently said to me, "Be careful, don't take off your clothes, you will catch cold." And I not only disobeyed, but also broke my clothes. I went home and told my mother about the clothes. My mother helped me take off my clothes and put on another one. In the evening, my mother sewed my clothes carefully with a fine needle. At that time, I didn't care about my mother's love at all Now I feel my mother's concern for me.
Reading the article "Song for Mother" not only makes me feel the author's admiration for my mother, but also reminds me of her love and concern for me.
Every parent in the world loves his children, but can we love our parents? Can you understand their pain? Can we cherish their love for us? I can. Is it okay?
Maternal love is rich and varied. She gives children courage, warmth and strength to learn to care, understand and respect. We thrive under the nourishment of maternal love. ...
When you are depressed and need help, mom will comfort you with words, support you with actions and give you the most thoughtful help with everything she has. After receiving care, you will be full of confidence, stand up bravely, break through many obstacles and move on with a sense of security and happiness. Inspired by maternal love, we went all the way forward and cut through thorns.
When you make a mistake, mother will criticize you, warn you and point out the correction plan for you. If we are criticized, maybe we will feel sad and even feel disgusted with our mother. But in the end, we will understand that this is also maternal love! Maternal love, mild and indispensable, is severe. Only in this way can we embark on the correct life path and walk out of our own wonderful life.
My mother gave us love, which is indescribable and inexhaustible. Today, I just want to say: "Mom, you nurtured me to grow up, you participated for me, and you sheltered me from the wind and rain. Thank you, mom! May the holidays fill your heart with happiness! May you always be healthy and happy! "
Finally, I want to say that my son will do his best to be considerate, respectful and filial to you and repay your love for me!
Song composes music for his mother. 7 Occasionally, some wild flowers stick out their heads on the green lawn. Look! A pink little wild flower, I want to pick it and give it to my mother.
My mother's face is wrinkled and there is a trace of sadness in her smile; Sadness, with a hint of happiness. Mother's wrinkles are my sadness; Mom's laughter is my happiness. Sadness and laughter often appear in my dreams.
Family reunion. Mom is busy, cooking, sweeping the floor, talking to us and asking about our recent study and life. When cooking, mother carefully cuts vegetables. I know, my mother has bad eyes, and I want to help her, too, in case she doesn't agree. So I said, "Mom, I want to learn to cook." Mom smiled and said, "No, son, I know you want to help me. Today, let me do it! " "
After dinner, my mother picked out the fishbone and put it in my bowl, but the fish head that everyone didn't want was eaten with relish. I suddenly remembered a sentence I read: "As soon as a woman becomes a mother, she likes to eat fish heads." At the thought of this, my heart is filled with infinite respect for my mother.
So I have been looking for a song, a song praising my mother, a song that can express my children's infinite love for my mother, but I have not found a song that can express my heartfelt affection. I think I may be a song, the best song for my mother.
There are not too many words to describe, not too many words to tell, not too many songs to express, describe, tell and express the feelings of children all over the world for their mothers. Mom, a word that will melt your heart, a word full of love.
When the hour hand turns, time seems to go backwards.
After dinner, my mother stood up to collect the bowl and said from time to time, "I always feel very tired recently." What's wrong? " Dad casually crossed his legs: "Then you should rest more." I quickly patted my father on the shoulder: "Dad, then you can help my mother wash the dishes by the way!" " "Dad pie pie:" Forget it, I'm tired too. "
Mother waved her hand and there was a trace of helplessness on her face. I can't take it anymore. I quickly took the bowl, but I was a little impatient: "I'll wash it, I'll wash it." Mom seems to have sensed something and was about to grab the bowl. I grabbed her hand and said, "No, really." Mother's hands are hard and rough, like dried bark, so my determination to wash dishes is firm. I seem to see a strange flash in my mother's eyes, and then I can't hide my joy.
I cleaned the bowl and water splashed on the pool. I seem to hear my mother's happy laughter. ...
The song dedicated to my mother is not the touching melody, but a heartfelt speech and an action from the heart. Even if everything is normal and heartfelt, it can touch you and my mother.
The song is composed for Mother 9. Blue sky and blank clouds are floating. I want to fly to the sky, quietly take off this white cloud and give it to my mother as her scarf. On Xue Meifeng, Xue Mei bloomed. I am not afraid of the road or the wind, but I will take it off and dedicate it to my mother.
Birds whisper willow leaves and spring flowers bloom everywhere. Mother always makes a plan for herself before the Spring Festival. This year, she will open up a Gua Tian in that acre of land. Or plant some sorghum and corn on the ridge of the field, so that children can eat sweet sorghum cakes and delicious corn cobs at festivals. Mother always wants us to eat delicious food and never says what she wants to eat.
My mother is always busy with family reunion, and she always has endless energy. The children told their mother to have a rest, but her mother was opinionated and never tired of it.
"She mended it carefully and thoroughly, fearing that it would delay his coming home." Mother has bad eyes and is still sewing needles and clothes. Her gentle sigh floats in my heart, and I always wet my pillow towel with tears. My mother gave us a strong character and enterprising spirit. My mother is the best mother in the world.
Compose music for mom's song 10 The song for mom is sung in the heart, with a deep tone and a long meaning.
When I came home from school, the door was closed by the oncoming hot air before I entered the door, and the sound was deafening. Mother heard it in the kitchen and shouted, "bandits!" " I don't know how to close the door gently! "Maybe it's because the weather is too hot. I took the joke as a reproach and roared, "It's the wind! Not me! None of my business! "Then there was a war of words for nearly half an hour. I went back to my room after the quarrel. I deliberately closed the door very hard. Sitting in my room, I'm confused. What is wrong with me? After a long day, I'm still angry with my mother. After sitting in my room for more than an hour, I think I should apologize to my mother. I walked to the door, opened the door and saw my mother standing there. We smiled at each other. It seems that blood is really family! They are a pair of mother and son with excellent feelings.
No matter how many ups and downs, mother-child affection can resolve everything.
From being sensible, the first thing I understand is the great and selfless truth of maternal love. My deepest feeling of maternal love happened in a remote mountain village in my hometown of Hubei. That year, I was 8 years old and was a very naughty boy. Unfortunately, I broke my leg while playing with the children in charge. I cried and my mother hurriedly carried me to the hospital. I don't know whether sweat or tears hit my face all the way, and suddenly I feel very painful.
Compose music for my mother's songs 1 1 Recalling the eleven years that my mother and I have gone through, there are many unforgettable scenes in my mind. I organize the language and write down a string of feelings in my mind. Perhaps, I can't describe my mother's pen and ink in gorgeous language, but plain language can still make my mother happy. I can never forget that cup of fragrant milk that was put on the table in the middle of the night. I can't forget the warm hug when I cried. I will never forget my kind help when I was helpless. I have never forgotten that moment after moment, tiny but full of emotion, which originated from the purest mother-daughter relationship. Since the day I was born, this relationship has been continuously and tacitly passed on. I don't know what Mother's Day is today, but I still see my mother wandering around the kitchen, which is a bit sour. Maybe you have forgotten this festival that belongs to you, but I won't, never will. This firmness comes from blood being thicker than water. Mom, I love you-this is a hymn from all children and all mothers.