The Creation of "Little Apple Dance"

A few days ago, a song "Little Apple" by Chopsticks Brothers was popular all over the country. The rhythm is light and emotional, and it is favored by the square dance aunt. "You are my little apple, just like the most beautiful cloud on the horizon ..." A simple lyrics, wrote the sincere feelings for "Little Apple". The most beautiful cloud on the horizon may not be as bright as the sunset glow, nor as magical as the flaming cloud written by Xiao Hong, but it brings you endless warmth.

/kloc-One day 0 0 years ago, she was born. Looking at her crying in menstruation's arms, I have a sense of sacredness as a sister. Because we live far away, we haven't seen each other for a long time, so she calls my sister in Mandarin, and I regard her as a little doll. Tie her funny pigtails, dress her up as a fairy with adult scarves, and let her ask adults for snacks and toys. She always said loyally, "Sister, here you are." I am secretly happy. It turns out that being a sister is so magical.

Later, we lived near each other and she grew up. Instead of being pointed at by me like ants on hot bricks, she learned to snitch. So I bribed her with snacks and threatened her with bugs. Finally, she had to give up to me, and then she followed me to beat puppies and catch kittens, and did everything bad.

Until I entered junior high school, I will live on campus and come back once every half month. Before going to school, she dug out some class schedules with cartoon characters printed on them somewhere and mysteriously said to me, "I'll put one in your schoolbag, but you have to go to school to read it again." Looking at her sly eyes, I nodded. I really don't know what medicine this smelly girl sells in the gourd. When I came to a strange school with a naive heart, I found that I was out of place with it. Just as I was licking the wound in my heart in an unattended corner, I accidentally dropped a card from the interlayer of my schoolbag, which was the curriculum given to me by my sister. I picked it up, and it was printed with exquisite patterns on the front and pure white on the back, which read: Sister, I miss you. I smiled happily, and it became my only warmth in this strange campus.

Sister, you are my little apple.