Benliu Junior · Block Word 丨 Dan Qing ink, can't be youthful

Danqing ink, you can't be youthful

Lanzhou Foreign Language School Eighth Class 3 Class 3 Chen Siyi

Not all flowers bloom in spring, not all rivers rushing towards the sea.

--Inscription

I saw her raised her hand and a slap fan on her face. "What is the use of learning music, it is not a future!" I choked and ran back to the house, locking the door. The tears that are not fighting are like the pearls that break the line.

I like music. Whenever I am restless, my ears can always sound a leisurely melody. I seem to see the beating notes in the air. Suddenly, it seemed like walking in the mountains and rivers, walking on the banks of the river. This feeling of heart and refreshed me was intoxicated and couldn't extricate myself.

My mother's shout pulled me back to reality. "What is the good learning of that broken music? You still learn to throw your face to the adult! Don't do it all day long, don't write a good question to see your bad results! When I am willing to control you? "These words are like the slap, which makes me hurt and make me dumbly. The old tree in front of the window was quietly waiting, remembering the quarrel that had nothing to do with Fengyue.

I roared in my heart and talked about grievances, but I was always powerless. Then prove to see her. Prove that I can put my grades. A sound suddenly awakened me. I understand. The locked room door opened, my eyes were red and humid, and walked to my mother. "I will work hard, but ... don't let me give up the music business?" The tone was a little sincere with the crying cavity. "Just you?" It was this disdain and ridicule that stirred up my inner fighting spirit. I didn't say anything, just left a faint smile, and then returned to the room. What I didn't find was the corner of my mother's twitching and trembling hands.

Since that day, I have no longer bored to study, and it has become a bridge for me to chase my dreams. The unpredictable formula, complex and difficult grammar, obscure textbooks have become the key to bombing the bridge. At that moment, I admitted that I was confused. Tore away the annoying test papers, scattered in the sunset, you can only smell sigh. Wearing headphones and listening to the favorite song, I couldn't raise interest, and I felt only endless pressure. If this test is not good, it will probably not be so on. The breeze brushed across the cheeks and looked into the distance, just felt a haze ahead. "I want to look up at the warm spring grass, I want to step on the confusion, I want to run wild in your eyes ..." The lyrics woke me up, and the hope would be invincible. I ran towards the direction of my home, ran towards the light in front, and hugged the bright sun.

On another day, I opened the endless madness mode. When I was tired, I listened to music. It always gave me unparalleled power, letting me move towards the sun forever.

Soon, the end of the period came, and walked into the examination room with anxiety, but found that all the questions were extraordinary and simple. In the end, it was not upset, and more than 20 places were improved. Talking with my classmates, I talked about the progress of progress. Suddenly, I seemed to understand my mother's good intentions. What do he do not work hard with things he likes to motivate someone? Suddenly, the tear beads turned around again. It turned out that I misunderstood her ...

The old tree outside the window was still, and the birds were still standing on the branches. One hug, a smile, resolved all the misunderstandings, and the rest was only love. The flowers bloom in four seasons, and the river rushes to the eight directions. As long as you love, the mountains and the sea can be flat, and the scenery is everywhere.

Instructor: Song Jia

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