Please help this person write his essay. I am too lazy to write anymore. This person only gave away all his wealth. The most important thing is to meet the requirements. Hundan.

Song for you

Tonight, when the prosperity ends, when the flashing neon lights will eventually disappear into the horizon, I will also leave. But I will always remember you, you, the eternal starlight in my life...

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The stage rose and fell, and I stood in a field of lights. Tonight is the last night of my acting career. I saw tens of thousands of fans and friends supporting me in the audience. Tears burst into my eyes...

I am a singer. From being unknown at the beginning to becoming a household name later, I have experienced too many ups and downs and too much bitterness. The innocent childhood dreams were gradually shattered by the intrigues in the entertainment industry and the decadence of the flashbulb. All the fame, money, and status I pursued turned into an insignificant grain of sand. I was tired of it and decided to retire.

But I will never forget those friends who supported me and cared for me, those who accompanied me through difficult years and through difficulties and obstacles. I decided to hold my farewell concert at the Hong Kong Coliseum, for the sake of my fans and friends, and to commemorate my acting career.

I opened my voice, but I seemed to have completely forgotten the familiar melody. I listened to the familiar screams and looked at the familiar and unfamiliar faces, and I started singing.

One song after another, one song after another, I don’t remember how long I sang, I just remember that there was laughter on and off the stage. Maybe we don't want to let parting become sad. Maybe it will continue tomorrow, and I will stand in the same familiar position with you all. However, parting will eventually come.

The last song is my famous song "Unforgettable". But I only sang two lines and couldn't sing any more. For a moment, in front of my eyes, the familiar scenes of the past replayed like a movie: releasing a new album, promoting, and being supported everywhere I went; walking on the street, being embraced by enthusiastic fans, signing autographs, even though I was tired It was unbearable, but everyone was still enthusiastic; every time the media attacked me and made all kinds of ridiculous rumors, they always helped me and supported me immediately; I don’t remember how many years we spent together, and I don’t remember the most beautiful moments in my life. How much strength they gave me when I needed help. I don’t remember how many unique paper cranes were piled up in my house... I just remember that they were always standing opposite me, with smiles as bright as flowers...

I finally couldn’t help crying. He stood up, and there was a sudden burst of sobbing on and off the stage. The fans waved their light sticks and displayed a row of slogans: No matter where you are, we will always be behind you and support you!

The stage descended, and the friends in my eyes gradually disappeared. It suddenly occurred to me that I hadn't said a word of goodbye. Perhaps, goodbye without goodbye is the most relieved thing.

Friends, we will never meet again. When the prosperity ends and the flashing neon lights disappear on the horizon, I will leave. But at least, we have spent time together; at least, I once sang for you...

It was a day when chrysanthemums were fragrant, and you walked into our classroom with a smile on your face. You told us the poems of Li Bai, Du Fu, Bai Juyi and other poets vividly and vividly. Your simple words ignited our literary dream.

In order to teach us how to write good compositions, you patiently guided us in writing diaries and making excerpts, which enabled us to grow faster in our composition careers.

Finally one day, the homework of your classmates falls on your desk like raindrops, and you are so happy that your heart is full of joy.

However, you did not revel in success. In order to teach us to write high-grade compositions, you began to teach us compositions in a planned way. You began to nourish our hearts with your heartfelt words like nectar.

You not only teach us how to write essays, but you also pay great attention to the health of our classmates.

Once, when you saw that I had a headache, you came over and asked me: "Tianxin, are you feeling uncomfortable?" I nodded. You took me to see a doctor without saying anything. On the way back to school, I found that your clothes were as thin as gauze. I really seemed to say to you: "Teacher, are you cold?"

Some people say that teachers are like candles, burning themselves and illuminating. It shines on others; some people say that teachers are like spring silkworms, spinning out the last thread for their students. But I said that teachers are parents who carefully cultivate their daughters.

Teacher! I will give you a song of praise.