In an unremarkable box, surrounded by my primary school classmates. The strong smell of soda fills everyone's nose, and the joy of reunion after a long separation is spreading.
But my mood at this time is overcast: before going out, my mother insisted that I have breakfast regardless of whether I had an appetite or not. Really annoying! How pungent the smell of soda is. The students chattered, which made me feel like I was in a flower and bird market.
"Let's each sing a song for ourselves." I wonder who suggested it. "Cut, childish!" I thought to myself. I saw the students in front take turns to order songs and sing. I feel as if I have been forgotten by dust, and how inconsistent I am with my classmates.
"It's your turn." I was slapped hard on the shoulder. Looking up, a smiling face of Zhang greatly came into view. However, Decline can only stand up listlessly and order songs.
The wonderful notes in the stereo lined up and popped out one by one, and Jay's small eyes were reflected on the screen. The ear is surrounded by: "Listen to your mother, don't let her get hurt, and want to grow up quickly ..."
Listen to mom? Listen to your mother!
As if the sun had pried open Bud's heart, I got an electric shock. I sang along like I was possessed. The song is melodious and the rhyme is so clear.
The song is over. I quietly returned to my original position and recalled that morning. Is mom bad to me? She's afraid I'm hungry. Mom, impulsiveness is my fault. I will be obedient in the future!
In an instant, the sky was vast. Soda exudes an indescribable fragrance, and students' voices are like nature, wrapped in deep warmth. It was that song that drove away the haze in my heart. The uncertain sky is like a handy day, and I clearly see the changing scenery.
Later, whenever I had an argument with my mother, I would always sing a song to myself: listen to my mother. Tell yourself: "Listen to your mother!"
Sing yourself a happy song.
I am not a romantic. But I often sing for myself, and when I am happy, I am also very sad.
Life is like this, inadvertently, let us lose a lot, even if we are still young. Lose innocence, lose happiness, lose success, and even lose opportunities for progress. Sometimes when thinking alone at night, the helplessness of life will come like the wind, blowing away the tears we shed because of sadness and fear.
A friend said to me on the phone: Our greatest pain is the loss of life. I smiled and said, no, I said that our greatest pain is to lose ourselves.
Each of us has lost ourselves, distrusted our teachers, misunderstood our friends, failed in exams, failed in our work, and even suffered from lovelorn blows. Let us become silent, decadent, intoxicated and not enterprising. Life at this time is bleak and sad.
However, this kind of gloom and sadness is an emotion set by ourselves, a kind of lost emotion. The sun lost blood and instantly turned into a pale disk, floating in the rolling sea of clouds. Bitter and fragile. However, it soon became popular again, remembering bright and brilliant, full of vigor and vitality. Just like our bumpy and colorful life.
Why don't we raise our heads and sing a song for ourselves? Sing a passion for life and a happy smile.
A writer said: "our life is roughly like this-we want something, but we can't get it, and if we get it, we don't take it as anything." I think this is a very cruel sorrow. Cherish our youth, our health, our lessons and our pain. We should remember to sing a song for ourselves.
I like the quiet life. Calm is not that "Sparrow's Ambition" is not dull, but that there are joys and sorrows, successes and failures accompanied by songs.
I can't get rid of a sentence in the autobiography of ocean liner Taylor. She said: "I kept crying, I kept crying until I had no shoes to wear until I met someone who didn't even have feet." I can't help but die without thinking.
Everyone has deep bitterness and pain, and everyone has his own strength and hope. Whether happy or sad, success or failure, face it, sing a song, sing as much as possible, and burst into tears.
When singing with accompaniment, it is a time of confidence and courage.