Sing a composition by heart.

I want to sing a song, not necessarily euphemistically, but full of affection; I want to sing a song, not necessarily loud and passionate, but full of my infinite gratitude. That's a hymn. It praises you, the teacher. I remember not long ago, I was depressed because of the mock exam, because I entered the second round of my class-"poor students". This is a big blow to me. Walking on the way home, my heart doesn't match this noisy city. Silence is dull, lonely and scared, like an abandoned puppy, pitiful and pitiful. My heart has been stung by that score countless times, immersed in this kind of distress. "Hello, little C" I only heard a loud cry from behind me. Who could it be? I look back. I was very surprised. It's the teacher. "How do you walk so slowly? It's so hot, why don't you go home! " "I ..." Can't say, how can you tell the teacher such an embarrassing thing! An idea quickly occurred to me. "Nothing, just hanging out." "I know you have something, it's all written on your face." The eager eyes that the teacher looked at me made me say it. After waiting for a while, I couldn't help it. I am full of grievances and want to find someone to vent. I said softly, "teacher, I ... I did badly in the exam and ranked very low." "So, the teacher understood. Go and sit over there. " So I went to the small garden with my teacher. "What is the reason, is it not good or not?" I didn't answer. "If it is not good, it is good to pay attention next time. If you don't understand, you should try to understand it. Don't be afraid, if you have any difficulties, ask the teacher, and the teacher will teach you. Oh, yes, you should also pay attention to learning methods and learn to find the key points. " She patted me on the shoulder and continued: "Have confidence in yourself. This setback won't bother you. You should dare to accept this fact. We can't let it overwhelm you Work hard, the last struggle, you will succeed, you know? Don't come to me if you can't get into a key school then. Hurry back, it's nothing serious, but it's a small matter. Why are you crying? Wipe it with a napkin. Go back! " The teacher's words, like a key, opened the lock in my heart. The teacher is right. Only by accepting the facts and working harder can we achieve real success. Instead of crying here, go home and review. Teacher, believe me, I will not live up to your expectations. Under your guidance, I will regain my confidence. I am full of hope for the future. My future is not a dream. I will definitely get good grades and be admitted to an ideal school to repay your earnest teaching. One minute passed, and I sat in the examination room in the blink of an eye, feeling very nervous, but I was suddenly enlightened when I thought of you, the teacher, because I had an agreement with you. I praise you, teacher, and want to sing a song to express my heart. Everyone knows your beauty; Your heart is as pure as clear water; You gave me endless confidence and courage. I praise you, teacher. I want to sing a song. I sincerely wish you well. Comments: For the students in Grade Three, the biggest pressure is the failure in study. This article truly reproduces this experience. The ancients said, "Those who touch people's hearts are not in front of them." The author expressed his gratitude to the teacher in plain language. Although there is no rhetoric, I see the truth in the ordinary. I want to sing a song. I accidentally dug out a dusty photo album from my desk. In the second row, I found you, my deskmate, and suddenly a song echoed in my ear, the song "You at the same desk". "Do you remember to borrow half an eraser from me?" I remember you as a forgetful person. You often take exams without an eraser, and you always borrow it from me. After an exam, the teacher talked to me and said that you and I used erasers to copy cheat sheets. Poor me, I was punished by the teacher for a class. It's a good thing you're not the kind of person who is ungrateful. After class, you will hand me a piece of chewing gum, so that I can find sweetness in bitterness. "Will you still think of you who can't guess the problem?" I remember your excellent grades, but you are absolutely geography-blind. You are energetic in Chinese class, but you are chicken in geography class. You are curled up and don't even have the courage to raise your hand, but the teacher likes to ask you to speak. Ah, the students' ears are really uncomfortable-you said Britain and the United States are neighbors, and China and the Sea of Japan are separated by the Indian Ocean. You even said that there are only two continents in the world, Asia and Africa ... Because of your "nonsense", my favorite class at ordinary times, besides physical education class, is geography. Oh, yes. Speaking of physical education class, you are really great. From the outside, such a beautiful girl is actually a sports fan. She finished the 100 meter sprint in 8 seconds, and the standing long jump surpassed all the male students, so there are so many male students who are willing to play football with you. Then, you and I became two arrows on the field, making the opposing goalkeeper always in a hurry. Remember? Last time we played a 6-0 game in Class (2), you were still upset! "Who put your long hair up ..." You have long black hair and beautiful hair, but you don't tidy it. Maybe it has something to do with your personality, but you won't let a man like me comb your hair. Fortunately, no one saw it earlier, otherwise they would have to report to the office again. On graduation day, you cried. Because you are going to study in Japan. We sat together for the last time. After all, it has been five years. I can't help crying. The atmosphere was really strange. I held back my disappointment and finally said something to ease the atmosphere: "Now you finally know what the sea is between China and Japan?" You smiled, what a bright smile! Deskmate, what's wrong with you now? I wonder, are you still so good at sports? Have you made any progress in geography? Now I really want to sing the song "You at the same table" to you and relive that unforgettable primary school time. Comment on "I want to sing a song" is a major topic in composition faced by more than 0,000 senior high school students in July 20031/kloc-0. I wonder if the candidates have thought about it when reviewing their compositions: What is a "song"? When do you want to sing most? Singers have existed since ancient times. The Book of Rites (Volume 39) says: "Songs are words, and long words are also spoken, so words have substance. It is not enough to talk, so it is very long. " This sentence clearly says that "Song" is a "long story"; "Long talk" means speaking freely. "Speak freely", compared with ordinary words, there is no obstacle to expression, and it is more pleasant to talk and more unrestrained. Thus, I want to sing a song focuses on telling the truth and speaking freely. The real prescription is touching. I only want to sing a song when I feel deeply. In the process of marking papers, we found many good compositions that fit the meaning of the questions. When facing the questions, D candidates think of the figure of the deskmate in primary school, but the small things appear in memory. The author uses "I write my heart by hand" to express his true feelings. I feel deeply and feel "endless", so I really want to sing the song "You at the same table" to you. Together with your deskmate and your readers, * * * will "recall that unforgettable time". I want to sing a song, my heart is full of passion and happiness, and I want to sing it out loud. I want to sing a song of friendship, singing the pure friendship between friends. The 800-meter test will begin soon. Looking at the long runway, my legs are weak and my heart is pounding. "Don't be nervous, this is just a test, come on. Show your strength. " Cousin's familiar smiling face appears in front of you. "Remember, when you run to the third lap, you should speed up your progress." He is like a coach. I can't help but relax a lot. As soon as the whistle sounded, I rushed forward. There seems to be a powerful energy in my body. On the way, all I could hear was my cousin's cheering. Finally, I didn't live up to my cousin's hope. I won the first place in the small group. My cousin and I have a deep friendship, and it is this power that pushes me to the other side of victory. I want to sing a song about the feelings between parents. In this summer vacation, my mother had an operation. Before the operation, it was not that I was comforting my mother, but that my mother was comforting me: "Don't worry, Shan, it's not a major operation. I'll be there in a minute. " It doesn't matter. "I nodded tearfully. During the operation, my father and I struggled to wait outside the operating room. "Dad, you haven't rested for several days. I want to wait for my mother. ""Never mind, you go to sleep. I'm fine. I am in good spirits! "The two of us couldn't beat each other and finally waited outside the operating room. After an hour or two, my mother pushed it out from the inside. My words were also vague, and I cried when I looked at my mother. Then, my father and I took turns taking care of my mother, washing clothes, delivering meals and staying up late. Under the careful care of my father and I, my mother recovered in a few days. What kept her alive? It's affection, affection with water, and the power to make mom embark on a healthy road. I want to sing a song about friendship between teachers and students. The best and most responsible teacher for us is Mr. Chen, the head teacher. He goes out early and comes back late every day and goes to school with us. But once, the morning self-study bell rang and Mr. Chen didn't appear in the classroom. Mr. Chen's hair was a little messy and hurried into the classroom. His first sentence was, "I'm sorry I'm late." Then he took us into the ocean of knowledge. I thought to myself: Did Teacher Chen oversleep? But why? Maybe it's because it's too late to prepare the lesson plan! Maybe it's because of looking up information. Learn something in class! It may be correcting homework! Hey, whatever it is, it's for us! Maybe Mr. Chen doesn't remember, but it is in my heart. What power is it? It is this school that ranks first in my class. Thank you, Mr. Chen. These three songs express my feelings, my happiness and my gratitude. However, I hope this wonderful trilogy will make me sing forever. I want to sing a song. Everyone has his favorite song, and I am no exception. Since childhood, I have heard countless songs, gentle, naive, beautiful and passionate ... There are too many beautiful things to praise and too many surprises to sing in life. I want to sing because I have discovered beauty. So what exactly is the song I want to sing? I want to sing a song "Ode to Freedom", I want to sing the feelings that my classmates and I yearn for freedom and the reappearance of childhood. In junior high school, there is no time to do boring things. We can only close the door and the door to the outside world. Buried in the sea of books outside the words, everything becomes so dark. There are no hobbies and happiness in the two-point and one-line life. Darkness covers our hearts and eats away at our sunshine all the time. I want to sing a "Graduation Song", I want to sing our nostalgia for our former classmates and gratitude to our former teachers. A poet said that graduation is a broken glass window. When we walk past it, it hurts to look back at the crystal in that place. I have gone through graduation and those spring and autumn years. I sit here and sing an elegy for the lost years. I want to sing Auld Lang Syne, for the publicity and freedom of the boys who sweat heartily in the basketball game, for letting go of the screams and cheers of the reserved girls, for the seriousness of the collective rehearsal in the school chorus competition, for the "refueling" and sincere wishes before the exam ... I want to sing Long live understanding. The teacher's reprimand and the parents' distrust make students become silent and do everything carefully. It seems that everything has become a bad thing in the eyes of parents. Everything we do is wrong and will be scolded. And what parents do is right and wrong. It's really hard for no one to understand, so we need to understand. The joy after success, the feeling after failure; Being cared for or cared for by others; Understand or be understood by others; Accidentally knocked down a row of bicycles in an unknown carport and lifted them one by one; I was praised by the teacher in public for the first time, and I flew in the blue sky for the first time. These are worth all of us to sing and sing these feelings! Students, what do you want to sing? Let's sing all the songs we want to sing together! Let's dress up our motherland and homeland with songs. I want to sing a song. Is life full of beauty? Yes, it's spring in your eyes and autumn leaves in your hands ... Song is a kind of beauty and a kind of catharsis. In the early morning, a small parabola stands in the blue sky. This line is bright red, shining with golden light, passing through the clouds. This is the rising sun. The dazzling brilliance suddenly spilled on the Oriental Pearl, which revived the transparent sphere and reappeared its original face. It shone like a crystal, attracting people's eyes and reflecting the surrounding sunshine ... The Oriental Pearl does have a unique "magnetic force" and unique charm. She makes people move and sigh! Gradually, the giant building with perfect integration of red and white occupied my sight. Between her and me, it seems that there is a broken and shining Pujiang road, which makes people run away to calm their beating hearts. I want to sing: Ah, this dazzling pearl is a bright spot in China. It will always stand in the east of the world and sing a beautiful life. Serenade-The flying rainbow of Lupu Bridge spans the Pujiang River. The bright moon splashes a little flashing silver light on the water, and a magical landscape is painted on the Pujiang River. Looking up, how magnificent it is against the light! Fairy tale "rainbow" is displayed in front of the world, dazzling. Curves are more charming than straight lines, guiding the eyes to pursue endlessly. Lupu is like a beautiful sculpture: the arched colored marble stone tablet, the three silver steel structure arcs of flying stones, and the meaningful golden inscription on the Weibei stone tablet quietly tell another miracle that happened in this country. I want to sing: Ah, Lupu is China's unique curve, and she embodies "beauty is life". March-The Three Gorges Project goes upstream and strolls along the upper reaches of the Yangtze River. Approaching the dam, what you see is the dynamic and static contrast between the two sides. The water on the dam is quiet and flat as a mirror; Surging waves spewed out from the diversion bottom hole on the downstream side, like countless rushing dragons, splashing several meters of silver-white flying beads and jade in the air and crashing down. In the vast land, which river has accumulated such a thick culture? Which water area has ever gathered so many supernatural shows? When the rivers carrying this heavy culture and gas field gather in the Three Gorges Dam, how can we not generate huge energy from Generate? From this, we touched the weight of ancestors, the weight of history and the weight of mountains and rivers. I want to sing: Ah, how beautiful the water of the Three Gorges is, it will swim to the end, because it is our eternal spiritual home. The endless beauty of the motherland outlines a song that surges in my heart and makes me want to sing it. I will praise them with songs: the bright pearl, the majestic Three Gorges and the unique Lupu. This is the beauty created by people with their hands, which is a portrayal of the rapid development of China's reform and opening up! One day, China will surely become the focus of world attention and stand among the nations of the world. Motherland, I am song for you. (Luwan District Class A Volume) Comments respond to lyrical questions with poetic articles. This is an examination composition praising the grandeur of the great motherland. It is said that the composition should be "I wrote my heart in my own handwriting". The author's unique selection of materials, broad vision and lofty ideas, coupled with his ingenious ideas and fluent writing, make the article more attractive. It is not easy for a junior high school student to write like this. I want to sing a song. If I have to sing a song now, I really want to sing a graduation song A poet said that graduation is a broken glass window. When we walk past it, it hurts to look back at the crystal in that place. I have gone through graduation and those spring and autumn years. I sit here and sing an elegy for the lost years. I thought I would always remember the days when I tried to do exercises at night, and the days when I recited ancient Chinese endlessly for two hours now ... But now, what I can firmly capture is the thick iron gate of the school, the graffiti on the desk, the creaking old electric fan hanging overhead in the classroom, and the sweaty playground-all these constitute my junior high school career. It said goodbye to me when I graduated, and then. Let me sing a graduation song for these beautiful pictures. I remember every day after school, I would go to the snack bar next to school with Xiao B to chew chicken wings and drink black tea, but I couldn't shake it. When we are about to graduate, we will start counting down when we go there every day, watching the sun set a little below the horizon outside the window, and then the twilight will be four. Little B shook his long hair sadly at this time: "One day has passed, and the sun keeps turning and rising and falling every day. What can we change? " I looked at her soft face and bright pupils, and my heart was empty and sad ... Finally, the weather was fine on graduation day, and I wandered around the campus with B and Xiao Ai, hiding in a corner where no one talked. We leaned against a big French phoenix tree, watched the sun shine on our shoulders like silver, and said some casual but slightly stinging words. I said that we are bamboos, which keep growing and jointing. We hear the sound of bones growing wildly, which means the end of another period of time. Then Xiao Ai took my hand and said, "Everyone has graduated, so relax …" I'm sitting here now. In retrospect, I thought it was only one day. However, four years later, I silently sang the graduation song with my pen as the end of a period of time. Of course, this is my time. I want to sing a song (composition outline). If only angels can break free from the fetters of life, then turn your heart into an angel. -Inscription fragment 1: When the tired birds return to their nests, the sunset and lonely Qi Fei. Two old men with silver hair stumbled around, laughing at their children and grandchildren, chasing and playing, and their golden lives and clenched hands reflected in the afterglow of the sunset. As the sun sets, although the night left for us is the most bleak, the beauty of the last ray of light does not touch us? I sang "Hand in Hand" with a smile. Oh, let a man with spirit take risks where he wants to go, and never point his golden cup at the moon empty! . Standing on the podium, facing the dazzling spotlight, feeling the rosy world and heavy trophies around you, I am proud beyond words. I enjoyed it and sang Wonderful. Segment 3: Graduation is just around the corner, and classmates and teachers who have been classmates for four years are facing parting. Cherish and listen to every class, solve every problem seriously, collect every happy smiling face and every moved tear, and shed youthful passion in the struggle! Isn't parting a kind of beauty? I sang "The Graduate" with a smile. Fragments ... dear friend, when you board the first tram in the morning and drive to the factory; When you go to the field with a plow and rake; When you drink a cup of soybean milk and walk to school with your schoolbag on your back; When you put an apple in a child's mouth; Do you realize that you are happy when you walk with your relatives … friends? I closed my eyes, let the tears flow and sang Cherish.