Song

Quiet night, the moon hangs out of the window, click on a blue light, hold a cup of champagne, sit in front of the window full of clear, listen quietly...

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I am listening to the songs of youth, I am in the youth, I want to be independent. rebellious. Sorrowful... Every one of this growth has changed a wonderful song of my youth. Now let me sing and share it with you...

"Want to sing and sing"

"Pushing the window of the night / Saying the wish to the meteor / Giving me a pair of wings / I want to sing and sing beautifully / Even if this stage is more versatile / I can see the waving fire sticks one day... "Want to sing "Singing" is accompanied by "Super Girl" in the north and south of the Yangtze River. It is popular because of the natural media factors, but it can not deny the theme song of "Super Girl", which sings the voice of young boys and girls eager to grow up: "I Learn to grow up alone"

Sitting by the window, my thoughts are full of enthusiasm. I ordered a "dream" from Haizi and thought for a long time.

"dream"

"Tibet, a lonely stone sitting in the sky / no night can make me sleep / no dawn can wake me up..." The rebellion between the lines is deeply compatible with the deep my heart, but I know that this is just an illusory dream that I yearn for perfection and not perfect. I am just wandering in the direction of my dream desert.

How far is the distance? No one told me. So, I am alone in my dreams...

Looking out from the window, the veil is like, blurry, through the window, I seem to see...

That year, because I didn’t do anything well, I opened the youth songs. I ordered the songs of Jay Chou. So the season of tension because of 'SARS', I used to let myself soak in Jay’s faint and sad spin. In the law, let the fine tears turn into a pear-like rain. I still remember that I said that it is best to listen to "Back to the Past" and remember that I smiled and said friends, just happy. But now, it sounds like I think of a song...

"simple"

I just loved it, I am still me, simply thought about it, it is not white, simply mad, and taken away by dreams. When the story is over, the heart also likes a person's loneliness...

After enjoying this late night, it is difficult to get calm in my thoughts. Suddenly, I will lift the pen and write this article, "Song". This article will certainly be chaotic, but I can't hold my heart's excited emotions and write it down...

After the tea is finished, the song is still listening to the heart but still can't stop moving. Looking out the window, the moon has been sprinkled for a long time, peaceful and quiet, listening to the voice of the song and the song is so beautiful...

Instructor: Xu Tingting

The second day of Guifeng Middle School, Shunde City, Foshan, Guangdong, China