The reason why I like a song

Sometimes, in the long night, in some sad and lonely time, when the music rings in the ear, the long-lost touch suddenly returns to the bottom of my heart, and the numb heartstrings are suddenly touched, I understand this feeling is like it. At such a moment, there are only lingering notes in my world. The feeling of happiness is like the first ray of light before dawn shining in my heart, warming my depressed heart and spreading. Inexplicable, pleasant. Do you need a reason to like it? Does life need standard teaching materials? I often think that growing up is an incredible thing, just like the first seed of a broken scholar turned into a grass under the sunshine of spring, changing the appearance of a new life and having a promising future. Zhou Bichang sang in “Notes” in such a unscrupulous and indulged young time: I see the sky is very blue like the warmth of you around me there are too many regrets in life the more people grow up, the more lonely they feel —- I really want to fly how far I will not be tired to understand that the deeper I love, the more painful my heart will be I want to fly in my sky ——- just like the grass that just grows buds, everything in life is just waking up. In that time, the sky is very blue, and your smile is the most beautiful. I just want to fly, fly in my sky, small we always feel that the end is too beautiful, the world is so big. Tears, laughter, sunshine, everything is fresh. Sometimes, we also need warm companionship and guidance to accompany us through those lonely and tearful days. The picture of memory the language recorded love is always the long line in your hand carrying my smiling face flying across the horizon your warm smiling face is still the same as before you said that you want us to learn to be brave occasionally crying red eyes you must I can understand that tears are another kind of perfection in my heart. Occasionally, I open the dusty notebook for a long time, after sorting out the past, looking at the crooked handwriting in the notebook and looking back at the young years, I found that your track in my life was so clear. In many days, I always miss your warm embrace in the cold night, recall your smile in the spring sunshine, and always like to look back at the silhouette of the sunset when the sun goes down. Yes, I have never forgotten that there was one of him or her who accompanied you and me to cry and laugh, going through the wind and rain of the world. But, however, dear you and me, there will always be shadows under the sun, and tears behind the laughter. Depressed, regretful, there are always ups and downs in the days of growing up, and there are still so many ups and downs on the winding road of life. Is your mood a little gray today? The sky gray written by S.H.E expresses our mind in this way: if you don’t appear in my world any more, what is precious? Unfortunately, there is not enough time for us to test what is “forever missing becomes missing heart becomes heartbreak, but we will still care about who you belong to in the end. My Sky is a little gray today. My heart is a season of fallen leaves. I don’t know how to spend the night. All the lights have already gone out in the quiet night, lonely you hide in the dark, S.H.E. The soft song tells the sad love. In the music that slowly penetrates into the bottom of your heart, you will unconsciously feel the pain that goes deep into the bone marrow. As flowers bloom and fall, there will always be someone who or she will come and go in your life and mine. In the trance of time, it seems that he has never stayed for you and me. Missing becomes missing and heart-breaking, the former Oath of love has already become a passing cloud, and the everlasting love has become one side of the world. No matter how good the dream is, it can’t match the time’s Pig knife. Time has turned the sea into a mulberry field ruthlessly, experience engraved cruelty on the cross of your and my fate, finally tired, dispersed, my sky is a little gray today, my heart is a season of fallen leaves, the flowery past became the desolation of today, and there was no more warmth in the back of the determined departure. I don’t know how to spend the night. All the lights have gone out long ago, It seems that I am remembering the past for you, the pain that I don’t want to mention but never forget. Maybe one day, in the crowded crowd, at the crossroad where fate Forks, in front of the traffic lights of success or failure in life, you suddenly find that you are mature with palpitation. You no longer believe in any truth, learn to admit failure, no longer laugh at worldly wisdom, but your hands full of calluses still cannot grasp the direction of life, in the sigh, chopsticks Brothers use “Old Boy” to express this helplessness and unwillingness for you. Dreams are always out of reach. Should we give up flowers bloom and fall in another spring? Where are you? If you don’t bloom, you will wither. I have dreams. It’s like running rivers. It’s too late to say goodbye. Only numb me is left. Looking up at the floating flowers in the sky with the warm blood of those years, did the dream come true in the beautiful moment? Now, have I to pay a memorial ceremony? When I was young, they told me that as long as you work hard, there will always be results. When I was frivolous, they taught me that as long as I paid, there must be a reward. When I was confused, they comforted me that as long as I forgot, there would be no pain. They said, they said. When I left, they said nothing. When I heard this song, there was always a picture in my mind: on the endless long road, a lonely figure was wandering alone, and only the bleak starlight shone on him. He may be you, he may be me, yes, not all dreams will come true, not all flowers will bloom. Have all the previous dreams come true? Now we have to pay a memorial ceremony. Maybe, this is the only way. If the way I love you is different from the beginning, why don’t we change our position to see its original appearance? If this life is like a journey, it will be complete only after passing through. Who has never doubted that it is worth more than waiting. Fortunately, you have accompanied me through every setback and tears. What about Chen Chusheng’s song, it is called “passing”. I often think, on this one-way journey of life, how many people pass by and how many people pass by in your life? How do you pass by those who pass by you and suffer from you? Tears are a little salty and sweet. Your chest kisses my side face. Looking back, the snow you stepped on slowly melts into grassland. I am just like you regret that love is so sticky, so soft. The fate setting teaches who to leave. The more people linger along the coastline, the more beautiful it is. We are so stubborn that even the sky can’t bear to oppose the affectionate look at the love for thousands of years the reincarnation of love never die love a love oath for thousands of years should be farther than ever if it weren’t there will be a ferry across the slanting wind, cold rain and warm spring in front of us as always, SHE’s “one eye for years” follows the sweet and beautiful style of their songs. The music style is fresh and the lyrics are poetic. Liao Liao counts the persistent and persistent love to be real, elegant and extraordinary. A deep glance at love for thousands of years, several rounds of reincarnation love is immortal, life is like a dream, love is rare, bosom friend is hard to find, love for thousands of years, how many people can do it? Rolling in the world of mortals, life, true love, believe it. Just like an inexplicable reason can make us fall in love with someone, I often think that although a good song should be the lyrics with profound artistic conception, the beautiful and harmonious soundtrack and the perfect performance of the singer, but even if one song and one word can touch you, attract your thoughts and make you happy, it is enough! Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. 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