Child 1 year Wanted to be free, I don't want to wander around and be bound by the expectations of my parents and teachers.
I still clearly remember that afternoon when I was a child, I was bathed in sunshine and baptized by the sun. It was as if I was draped in a shining veil, and the crystal beads of sweat slid across my cheeks into the vibrant world.
At that time, how y I realized that the flame of life was burning, and the vitality of youth was coalescing in dribs and drabs. I and my partner in the mountains and fields picking sour fruit, in the mountain streams play water play fish, is so free, so happy, but now is a caged bird, how I want to be free ah! "I am a little tiny bird, want to fly ah fly but always fly not high ......" Whenever I hear this song, the heart feels particularly heavy.
Not for anything else, just for me is also a small little bird, and is a loss of freedom of the "bird in the cage" ah! Whenever I finish my homework, my father will appear beside me in time, pretending not to ask: "I set up the extracurricular reading book? Have you finished it?" "Finished it a long time ago!" I replied, waiting for his "What about the fifty math problems Mom assigned?" "Go do them!" "Just go." I muttered reluctantly.
And so the evening was all consumed. One weekend, I worked up the courage to say, "Mom, let's go play this weekend.
It's been a long time since we've hung out together ......" "Play play play, you just know play. Besides playing, what else do you know? Not allowed to go, good review, do your homework!" Mom split her head and yelled over.
I had to gray into the room. And just like that, a weekend was hitched.
You see, do I have freedom? How I longed for freedom, longed for like a bird to fly free wings, soaring; longed for can step on a bicycle on Sunday blindly around, without the mother nagging will fall; longed for can lie on the couch to eat snacks, watching TV, without the teacher urged homework to be done ...... Childhood 2 owners to slowly look for it Speaking of childhood When it comes to childhood, it's like shells on the beach, too many to count. However, the one that makes people laugh the most is the most beautiful one on the beach. This funny story has left a deep impression on me. When I was in kindergarten, I heard the adults praising someone's literacy by saying, "Look how literate he is, his stomach is full of ink!" When I heard that, I thought to myself: what is literary talent? Maybe it's writing neatly, maybe it's being good at languages, maybe it's drinking too much ink, in short, people who drink too much ink are the ones who can be praised. And so the funny thing happened. After listening to the adults, I thought it would be a good thing to drink ink, and suddenly I had a thought: let's get my dad to drink the ink he used to practice writing, so I can be praised! I was so happy that I couldn't wait to drink the ink, and when I opened the lid, a pungent odor wavered in front of my nose, and I thought to myself, "How can I drink it if it smells so bad? Who cares? I'll drink it if others can, and I'll do it to get praise. As a result, I closed my eyes and swallowed a big mouthful with a grunt. After the first sip, I felt very sick. I immediately called out, "Mom!" Immediately dashed to the bathroom, gargling again and again, the mouth is still left with that indescribable taste. Mom came over and hurriedly asked me: "What's wrong? What's wrong?" I lowered my head and whispered to my mom, "I drank a mouthful of ink." Mom suddenly became angry and asked me, "What's going on?" I told my mom the whole story. Mom cried and laughed, I saw my mom laughed, I "puffed" also laughed. It makes me happy to remember my childhood. I will keep this most beautiful shell forever! The old man of time adjusts the time as fast as possible, and in a flash, the life of my childhood is like a flash of lightning, crossing in front of me. However, my childhood anecdotes seem to be engraved in my mind, erase can not be erased, and often think of it can not help but laugh.
Once, my mother bought back a large package of vegetables, see me lying on the couch watching TV, said: "Little ol, you go to help mom wash the dishes?" "Yes!" I agreed readily. Mom finished and went to the living room to watch TV, I walked into the kitchen and saw a big bag of vegetables on the platform, there are cabbage ah, a big one; there are eggplant, three big roots; there are tomatoes, five or six .......
I made a fool of myself, so many vegetables, called only read the kindergarten class I wash, really. "Ah, there!" I exclaimed, doesn't my mom usually take this much laundry and shove it in the washer together? So I won't do the same? Wait, maybe mom will even praise me! Thinking of this I picked up the big bag of vegetables to the washing machine, tiptoe lift the lid of the washing machine, the vegetables carefully put in, and then cover the lid, and finally press the power button.
Listening to the sound of the washing machine starting up, I sat back and thought about how smart I was. After a while, I thought, the dishes are clean, right? Heh! The dishes don't need to be dried, I thought, so I stood up from my seat and pressed the button on the washing machine to stop it, and when I lifted the lid of the washing machine and looked at it, "Yikes!" I was so surprised. Where are the vegetables? Look at the cabbage left "light pole commander", and the eggplant seems to have been gnawed by rats like, all over the body scars; and tomatoes have disappeared ...... I was scared to come out in a cold sweat, what can we do now? Mom spent money to buy so many dishes, and I washed it like this, really the more I help, ah! "Little ol' me, have you washed the dishes yet? I'm going to fry the vegetables."
Mom walked into the kitchen and shouted. I was silent, "feet on the ground - slip!" Then drilled into their own little room, the door to unlock ...... Thinking about this childhood anecdote, I can not help but laugh.
Childhood me is how innocent ah! With the growth of age, I also gradually understand: different things, to use different practices in order to achieve good results; otherwise, the consequences will often be counterproductive and even unmanageable. Childhood, is a charming painting, outlined how many of my moving and interesting stories; childhood, is a melodious piccolo, played how many of my pure and beautiful fantasies; childhood, is a bouquet of gorgeous jasmine, childhood laughter like jasmine exudes the intoxicating aroma, dozens of white petals as if it were a piece of memory.
Childhood anecdotes, is the most unforgettable to me. Today I'll talk about one of my deepest impressions.
I remember when I was six years old, I lived in my grandmother's house in the countryside. The large court.
2. Write an essay about the song "Childhood"My childhood Childhood is golden, happy and happy, and often childish and ridiculous. Those things are like the glittering shells on the beach, and now when I think back on it, it is still unforgettable, and I can't help it. I remember when I was at my grandmother's house, I couldn't sleep at night, my grandmother told me "Famous Stories". When she talked about Newton was smashed by the apple only after the discovery of gravity, become a world-famous scientist, I thought tomorrow I also want to go to the apple orchard, let the apple smashed a little, when a scientist. I went to the apple orchard the next day and let the apples hit me. The next day, I went to the apple orchard and waited under an apple tree for an apple to fall on my head. After waiting for a long time, no apples fell, so I got impatient and shook the apple tree, but my strength was too small, and no apples fell. I was so angry that I picked an apple and threw it into the sky. Coincidentally, the apple hit me right on the head. I didn't have time to cry out in pain, so I yelled, "I'm a big scientist now!" I ran home. Later, when I thought of this incident, I couldn't help laughing out loud. Another time, one morning, I saw my grandmother scattering cucumber seeds in the pit, so I asked her, "Why did you scatter it?" Grandma smiled and said, "Silly child, you reap what you sow, you reap what you sow, sow the seeds now, and in the near future you will produce many cucumbers, and then we will have many melons to eat." After listening to my grandmother's words, I suddenly had a bright idea and thought: since planting cucumber seeds can produce cucumbers, then planting pencils should also produce many beautiful pencils. Then I wouldn't have to travel so far to buy pencils and I would have an endless supply of pencils! When I got home, I took out my shovel, dug two small holes in my garden, took out my pencils from my pencil box, and put them in the hole. From then on, I followed my grandmother's example, watered and fertilized my pencils every day, and took good care of them. After a few days, I couldn't help but peel back the soil to see if it was growing buds, but the pencils didn't grow at all, I was so disappointed that I had to fill in the soil again, hoping that they would grow quickly. Mom seemed to notice something, she asked me: "What did you plant in the garden?" "Oh, no, I didn't plant anything." I stammered. When mom saw me like this, she laughed and nodded my head, "Ghost girl, you're up to something secret again, aren't you." After a while, I thought: the pencil should have sprouted, I took advantage of no one, quietly went to the garden and dug up the soil to see, I was shocked, the lower part of the pencil turned black, and can not write, how, the test failed, I was very sad and upset for several days Later, I asked my grandmother: "Grandma, why does my pencil not grow?" Grandma couldn't figure it out. I told her what happened, and she laughed and said, "Seeds are living things, and when they are planted and nourished by the soil, they can germinate, blossom, and bear fruits. Pencils, on the other hand, are made by workers, not planted!" At that moment, I realized. In elementary school, the teacher told us that Newton discovered gravity from the phenomenon of an apple falling to the ground, and that Watt discovered the steam engine from the steam rushing off the lid of a kettle. I planted pencils this thing is ridiculous, but maybe in the future my innovative spirit can make me become an inventor! Oh! Childhood is short, but childhood ignorance, childhood aspirations are endless. Ignorance is not funny, it is a kind of naivety, is a kind of innocence and goodness. It makes me in the failure, get enlightenment. As the old saying goes: "In the beginning, nature is good." Yes, no one's heart is cleaner than a child's. When a person grows up and thinks back to the stories of childhood, he will understand the preciousness of childhood. Childhood is gone forever. Those who are still in their childhood should cherish the present, and those who have grown up should look to the future. Because, is spending every minute and every second is the world's most precious .
3. A song of childhood essay four hundred wordsChildhood is a song, euphonious, sometimes like leaves rustling, full of joy; sometimes like a stream gurgling, as if tears, this colorful song, is life.
"Happy Main Theme" When I was little, I seemed like an omnipotent princess, like a silly stupid child. Now let you hear those embarrassing things about me! At that time I was only four years old, on the middle class, once, the teacher said: "You are the flowers of the motherland, only 'watering', 'fertilizer' to grow up."
I did not understand the teacher's words have meaning, but I'm this "obedient good child" but action: I first moved a large flower pot balcony, the plants inside ***, with a small flower spatula to the soil dug a large pit, take off his shoes, stood in, and watering, fertilizer, but stood frozen for the morning, until my mom! came home, only to cry and laugh to save me" down. "Troublesome vignettes" "Little teenager, much trouble, early morning and late at night, how hard ......" I put my own "Troublesome Song" whispered on the way home.
Can no longer play as carefree as in childhood. Now that I'm in fifth grade, I know exactly what I should and shouldn't be doing.
On the day of the midterm exams, I finished my homework and was about to watch TV and relax, when my mom apparitionally "drifted" over and turned off the TV ....... The rest of the story is predictable. Childhood is a song, colorful, varied, I want to use colorful colors, give the most beautiful blueprint.
4. Sing a song to childhood essay 600 wordsSing a song to childhood Want to be free, I don't want to wander in the expectations of parents and teachers, don't be bound by parents.
I still clearly remember that afternoon when I was a child, I was bathed in the sun, accepting the sunshine. It was as if I was draped in a shining veil, and the crystal beads of sweat slid across my cheeks into the vibrant world.
At that time, how y I realized that the flame of life was burning, and the vitality of youth was coalescing in dribs and drabs. I and my partner in the mountains and fields picking sour fruit, in the mountain streams play water play fish, is so free, so happy, but now is a caged bird, how I want to be free ah! "I am a little tiny bird, want to fly ah fly but always fly not high ......" Whenever I hear this song, the heart feels particularly heavy.
Not for anything else, just for me is also a small little bird, and is a loss of freedom of the "bird in the cage" ah! Whenever I finish my homework, my father will appear beside me in time, pretending not to ask: "I set up the extracurricular reading book? Have you finished it?" "Finished it a long time ago!" I replied, waiting for his "What about the fifty math problems Mom assigned?" "Go do them!" "Just go." I muttered reluctantly.
And so the evening was all consumed. One weekend, I worked up the courage to say, "Mom, let's go play this weekend.
It's been a long time since we've hung out together ......" "Play play play, you just know play. In addition to play, what else do you know? Not allowed to go, good review, do your homework!" Mom split her head and yelled over.
I had to gray into the room. And just like that, a weekend was hitched.
Look, do I have freedom? How I longed for freedom, longed for like a bird to fly free wings, soaring; longed for can step on a bicycle on Sunday blindly around, without mom nagging will fall; longed for can lie on the couch to eat snacks, watching TV, without the teacher dictated that the homework to be done .......
5. Childhood is a song Essay 600 words or soMy childhood, what is it? Is it a piece of laughter? Is it a colorful palette? Or is it a varied kaleidoscope? Neither, it is a beautiful song.
In that childish era, I have done a lot of childish and interesting things, they are like the notes on the score, jumping happily, and still think about it, or so memorable.
There are so many interesting things in childhood. If they are a string of wind chimes, then the wind blows, they will issue a burst of crisp, cheerful ringing. I remember when I was five or six years old, a hot summer, the flames rose, sweat beaded. Mom and Dad were out. People stayed at home to watch cartoons, when I could not help but laugh when I was watching. Suddenly, I remembered a mosquito buzzing in my ear. I frowned, glared, heart a little angry, then as a matter of fact, and continue to watch cartoons. Mosquitoes seem to see me ignore it, more wanton, flew to my eyes, around and around. As if intentionally make me angry. I ignored it again, but the mosquito still kept flying around. I finally couldn't help it, "hahaha!" I couldn't help but laugh out loud, the mosquito was flattened by me. My thoughts were as active as the waves splashing in the running water, and I continued to watch my favorite cartoons.
When I watched TV to watch with great interest, there are two or three "trouble-making ghosts" flying around me, as if they want to be killed by me to avenge the mosquitoes. "Come on, come on, the more the merrier!" I was so proud of myself. I was so proud of myself. I didn't realize that a few mosquitoes had flown in when I was just talking about it. I was getting nervous that there would be more mosquitoes. But I got up the courage to kill these "troublemakers." Many ideas exploded in my head like sparks, and then went out one by one. But the "troublemakers" couldn't stop pouncing on me, and I scratched and itched, and one by one the "little bags" kept crawling out. I was getting more and more angry, anger in the chest, like too much pressure, soon to explode the boiler. Suddenly, my eyes lit up and I rushed into my mom's room to get a can of insecticide aerosol. But I didn't know which can it was, so I took one at random and immediately sprayed it into the place where there were mosquitoes. "Ah! It smells so good! Hey! Mom buys insecticidal aerosols that smell good too! This must be very expensive and effective! Spray a few more times. Hmph! You 'troublemakers' will be defeated at my feet! Hahaha!" I sprayed like that, somehow ineffective, and yawned a few times. "Ha ...... owe ......"
That's when mom came home, she entered the house and yawned. "Oi! Why does it smell so good. Ha ...... owe ...... Could it be that my son has cooked something delicious?" "No ...... no ah." I told the whole process in detail to my mom. Mom bent over in laughter when she heard it and said that the can I sprayed was perfume. I also cracked a smile.
Through this incident, I understand - no matter what you do, you must ask for an understanding, seriously, carefully, meticulously do a good job, and never have a trace of sloppiness, in order to do what should be done more perfect.
My childhood is a song, a happy and interesting song, in the song of childhood, I slowly grew up ...
6. A song of childhood essay four hundred wordsChildhood is a song, euphonious, sometimes like the leaves rustle, full of joy; sometimes like a stream gurgling, as if the tears, this colorful song, is life.
"Happy Main Theme"
When I was a child, I seemed like an omnipotent princess, like a silly stupid child. I'll let you hear those embarrassing stories about me now! At that time I was only four years old, on the middle class, once, the teacher said: "You are the flowers of the motherland, only 'watering', 'fertilizer' to grow up." I did not understand the teacher's words have meaning, but I'm this "obedient good child" but acted: I first moved a large pot balcony, the plants inside ***, with a small flower shovel to the soil dug a large pit, take off his shoes, stood in, and watering, fertilizer, but stood frozen for a morning, until my mother came home, only to cry and laugh! I'm not going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it.
Troublesome tidbits"
"Little teenager, much trouble, early morning and late at night, how hard ......" I put my own "Troublesome Song" whispered on the way home. Can no longer play as carefree as in childhood. When I was in the fifth grade, I knew very well what I should and shouldn't do now. On the day of the midterm exam, I finished my homework, I was about to look at the TV, relax, mom phantom-like "floating" over, turn off the TV ...... later, we can imagine.
Childhood is a song, colorful, varied, I want to use colorful, give the most beautiful blueprint
7. Sing a song to childhood essay 600 wordsSing a song to childhood
Want to be free, I don't want to hover in the expectations of parents and teachers, don't be bound by parents. I still clearly remember that afternoon when I was a child, I was bathed in the sunshine, accepting the sunshine baptism. It was as if I was draped in a shimmering gossamer veil, with beads of crystalline sweat sliding across my cheeks into the vibrant world. At that time, how y I realized that the flame of life was burning, and the vitality of youth was gathering in dribs and drabs. My partner and I picked sour fruits in the mountains and fields, and played with water and fish in the mountain streams, so free and so happy, but now it is a bird in a cage, how I wish to be free!
"I am a little tiny bird, want to fly ah fly but always fly not high ......" Whenever I hear this song, the heart feels particularly heavy. Not for anything else, just because I am also a small little bird, and is a loss of freedom of the "bird in the cage" ah!
Whenever I finish my homework, my father will appear beside me in time, pretending not to ask, "Where is my extracurricular reading book? Have you finished writing it?" "Finished it a long time ago!" I replied, waiting for his "What about the fifty math problems Mom assigned?" "Go do them!" "Just go." I muttered reluctantly. And just like that, the evening was all consumed.
One weekend, I worked up the courage to say, "Mom, let's go out this weekend. We haven't hung out together for a long time ......" "Play play play, you just know play. Besides playing, what else do you know? Not allowed to go, study hard and do your homework!" Mom split her head and yelled over. I had to sneak into the room. In this way, a weekend also hitched.
You see, I have freedom? How I longed for freedom, longed for like a bird to fly free wings, soaring; longed to be able to step on a bicycle on Sundays to wander around without mom nagging will fall; longed to be able to lie on the couch to eat snacks, watching TV, without the teacher dictated that the homework to be done ......
8. Write about the song "ChildhoodMy childhood
Childhood is golden, happy, and happy, and often childish and ridiculous. Those things are like the glittering shells on the beach, now looking back on it is still unforgettable, can not help but laugh.
I remember when I was at my grandmother's house, I couldn't sleep at night, my grandmother told me "Famous Stories". When she spoke of Newton was smashed by the apple only after the discovery of gravity, became a world-famous scientist, I thought tomorrow I also want to go to the apple orchard, let the apple smashed a little bit, when a scientist. I thought I would go to the apple orchard tomorrow and let the apples hit me and become a scientist.
The next day, I went to the apple orchard, do in an apple tree, waiting for the apple fall, hit my head. Waiting for a long time, no apples fell, I was a little impatient, so I held the apple tree shook up, but my strength is too small, or no apples fell. I was so angry that I picked an apple and threw it into the sky. Coincidentally, the apple hit me right on the head. I didn't have time to cry out in pain, so I yelled, "I'm a big scientist now!" I ran home. Later, when I thought of this incident, I couldn't help laughing out loud.
Another time, one morning, only to see the grandmother of the cucumber seeds scattered in the pit, so I was busy asking my grandmother: "Why do you want to scatter it ah?" Grandma smiled and said: "Silly child, planting melon get melon, planting beans get beans, now the melon seeds scattered, in the near future will produce many cucumbers, then, we will have a lot of melon to eat."
I listened to my grandmother's words, and then suddenly had an idea, I thought: since cucumber seeds can grow cucumbers, so the pencil seeds should be able to produce a lot of beautiful pencils. Then I won't have to go so far to buy pencils and I'll have an endless supply of pencils!
When I got home, I took out my shovel and dug two small holes in my garden, and put my pencils in them. From then on, I followed my grandmother's example and watered and fertilized my pencils every day, and took good care of them.
After a few days, I couldn't help but peel back the soil to see if it was growing buds, but the pencils didn't grow at all, and I was so disappointed that I had to fill in the soil again, hoping that they would grow quickly. Mom seemed to notice something, she asked me: "What did you plant in the garden?" "Oh, no, I didn't plant anything." I stammered. Mom saw me like this, laughed and nodded my head: "ghost girl, you're up to something secret again."
Another period of time, I thought: the pencil should be sprouted, I took advantage of no one, quietly to the garden to dig open the soil to see, I was shocked, the lower part of the pencil turned black, and can not write, how, the test failed, I was very sad and sad for a few days
Later, I asked my grandmother: "Grandma, why my pencil does not grow? Grandma could not understand, I told her once, Grandma said with a smile: "Seeds are living things, planted through the soil can germinate; blossom, fruit. Pencils, on the other hand, are made by workers, not planted!" At this point, I realized.
After elementary school, the teacher told us that Newton discovered gravity from the phenomenon of apples falling to the ground, and Watt studied the steam engine from the steam to open the lid of the kettle. I planted a pencil this thing is ridiculous, although ridiculous, maybe in the future my spirit of innovation can make me become an inventor! Oh!
Childhood is short, but childhood ignorance, childhood aspirations are endless. Ignorance is not funny, it is a kind of naivety, is a kind of innocence and goodness. It makes me in the failure, get enlightenment. As the old saying goes: "In the beginning, nature is good." Yes, no one's heart is cleaner than a child's. When a person grows up and thinks back to the stories of childhood, he will understand the preciousness of childhood. Childhood is gone forever. Those who are still in their childhood should cherish the present, and those who have grown up should look to the future. Because every minute and every second is the most precious thing in the world.
9. Essay: My favorite childhood this song"Every time, are wandering alone in the strong, every time, even if it is hurt also do not flash tears, I know, I have always had a pair of invisible wings, take me to fly, fly through the despair -"
Whenever the melody of this song rings in the ear, I can not help but think of some past events as if scattered fragments, I try to put them together into a complete picture.
Outside the rain pattered down, the rain hit my body, face, and at the moment I strolled in the street. The ear again and again resounded before the test teacher's instructions, parents' hopes, and friends' encouragement. However, the moment the results were issued, I was stumped, tears quietly slipped down my cheeks, I immediately rushed out of the crowd, ran into the street, I can not accept, can not accept that I used their own efforts in exchange for a failing paper, can not accept the teacher's stern gaze, can not accept my parents' disappointment in me. The whole world seemed to crumble as if it had collapsed. I continued to run forward, when I ran to the door of the audio-visual society, my footsteps gradually slowed down, a familiar song reached my ears, a few lines of lyrics let me wake up like a dream. Yes, one failure does not mean eternal failure! "I want to learn to be strong when I'm alone; I don't want to cry when I'm hurt; I believe that "the sun always shines after the wind and rain", and that hope, like invisible wings, will carry me through despair. I am no longer running away, because I have walked on the road of hope --"
The countdown to the primary school exams is still 100 days, 100 days, how long and how short, my lovely students, we only have 100 days to get along with time, although reluctant, but also to part. Still remember your valiant posture in the sports meeting, still remember you a lovely smiling face. Thinking of this, my eyes moist, there is nothing to leave behind, just want to give you this song "invisible wings", I hope that in the future you can go smoothly in life, I believe that you will one day ride the wind to break the waves of ten thousand miles.
A familiar melody sounded in my ears again: "Do not think about them, they have a beautiful sun, I see, every day, the sunset will also change, I know, I have a pair of shadowy wings, to take me to fly, to give me hope --"
If success is a joyful song, what about failure, how to describe it? Yes, failure is also a song, it is not as beautiful as success, but it is also a song, a higher, more exciting song!
Failure is a song, not that we like to fail, but that we should face it squarely, not to be beaten by the cruelty, but to treat it as a living textbook, a song of upward mobility, recognize their own song. We have to think of it this way, only by constantly clumping failures to learn lessons, we can step by step to glory. This is a song that we are bound to sing, and in embracing our failures, we do not shrivel up, we can comfort ourselves and tell ourselves that the time for progress has come again, and the sunshine is going to appear again - it is very beautiful to think of it this way.
Let's not give any examples of what Edison, Chen Jingrun, those are too far away, we need to face is, how to read the song, it is green olive general, the first chewing pungent, taste sweet, we just know this, life will be much brighter.
Life's journey, thorny, everywhere bumpy grooves, we do our best to go, even if we can not go to the ideal kingdom of heaven, but also comfort, because along the way, we also have songs. Success or failure, are a song, the same song to promote upward, as long as we have enough fighting spirit, we can sing all the way to go. In this way, we have a lot of courage, vigor, even if the way to pick not "golden apples", but also can win the respect of the crowd, because the meaning of life does not only lie in the "golden apples" on the process of constantly picking, is the world's most heroic song.
Remember a classic: God closed your door, but also opened a window for you. In this way, the failure is also a "classic" window - through the window to see the world, perhaps more beautiful.
Speaking of wonderful, here's an example of a not-so-wonderful but super-wonderful: on the gymnastics field, Li Xiaoshuang's sure gold medal due to the judge's own opinion, fell into the bag of players less skilled than himself. In a sense, the small double failed, but this failure is a tragic "Symphony of Fate", which beats the melody of the call for fair competition, and can inspire the strong to work hard for tomorrow!
The door is closed, the window is still good - the song continues to fail as enterprising - the road is really like iron, and now step from the beginning. Let us sing all the way to life, pioneering success or failure 。。。。...