The melody that touches my heart

Chapter 1: Melody composition that touches the heart.

"I always ask you for it, but I never say thank you. It is not easy to understand you when you grow up. " I will never forget that day, that rainy day. I was shocked and cried.

At that time, when I was in grade five, my classmates went downstairs and liked to "bounce" when there were still four or five grades from the flat. I learned to "sou" jump, landed heavily, and the earth trembled, as if clamoring for the injustice of fate. Until one day, an accident happened. Due to careless or naughty punishment when I went downstairs, I didn't stand firm when I jumped down and had a close contact with Mother Earth. With the sound of "ah", it hurts-I sprained my foot. When I got home, my mother showed meticulous care and gently rubbed safflower oil for me. But when I turned my eyes to my father and hoped to get the same care, I was reprimanded: "You deserve it, you didn't take the right path, which led to this situation. You deserve it." Those eyes are cold, and my heart is cold.

The next day after school, it was drizzling, and I saw a vague but familiar figure. "I'll pick you up today. Sorry I'm late. " "It's getting dark." I complained discontentedly. "Come on, I'll carry you." "I don't want you to recite. How old am I? Do I still need your back? " Say that finish, hopping, out of the classroom.

But this clumsy walking made me breathless after a while, and when I got to the stairs, I couldn't hold on any longer. Dad squatted in front of me with a schoolbag in his hand. "Come on up, I'll carry you, be careful." I want to refuse, but many students' parents are waiting at the stairs and looking at me orthogonally. I don't know if they are talking about me. I blushed and quickly fell on my father's back and put my arms around his neck. Father said, "Hold tight" and then carried me downstairs. Step by step, he swayed from side to side, telling me not to move, while hugging me tightly, with a schoolbag hanging on his wrist, and it was very difficult to go downstairs. He didn't complain, but insisted silently. Thinking of this scene, I felt a little sorry for him: "Dad, I'll carry my schoolbag on my back, so it's more convenient for you." "Yes, I can." Looking at the way he gnashed his teeth, I suddenly felt that he was a little old, and a sense of guilt came to my mind. I buried my head deeply in his broad shoulders, and I couldn't tell whether it was rain or tears on my face. Looking at his bitter forbearance, gratitude, regret and guilt poured out like a spring. I couldn't help it anymore and cried loudly. "What's the matter, my baby girl?" I'm sorry, dad. ""why are you crying? " Dad said softly, "Don't resent me. "At that moment, I felt that my father's back was so powerful and generous, and the warmth flowed into my heart.

That day, my father's love deeply touched me. Want to say: "Dad, thank you!"

Chapter 2: Melody composition that touches the heart.

In everyone's heart, there will be unforgettable melody. Perhaps it is magnificent, elegant, soft and ingenious, but perhaps the most unforgettable thing in my heart is the sound made by the collision between a shovel and a hammer, and the sound soaked by hard sweat. Perhaps in the eyes of many people, it is not a "melody" at all, but I think it is a "melody that touches my heart".

As the bell rang, the classroom gradually boiled. I walked through the crowds coming and going, lying on the windowsill as usual, enjoying the breeze blowing head on.

"thud, thud", with the sound, my eyes can't help looking into the distance, it's the workers again. In order to help us rebuild a tall and brand-new teaching building, they have worked here for more than half a year. It can be said that it is still winter, and the north wind blowing head-on is no worse than a few months ago. We students, all dressed warmly and thickly, "hide" in this warm classroom, while they are fighting against the cold north wind. I just watch them, watch their every move. Bags of cement powder kept coming. They often grab the four corners of the bag and carry the cement powder into the car rhythmically. One of them bent down, held the handle of the cart tightly with both hands, and leaned forward slightly with that upward force. The whole person was dragged by the car and walked slowly forward. In this way, they are doing this simple and hard work again and again. Whether they feel tired or bored, the answer is yes. But their work has never failed. They are still persevering, working hard and making contributions to us.

Their fatigue, hard work and dedication are sometimes little known. Some vulgar people who worship the rich and powerful even belittle them, but I want to say that they are "the greatest people". Compared with those who do nothing all day and make no contribution to this society, they still have high salaries and enjoy material life. These workers are much greater, more selfless and more valuable than them. If a society does not have migrant workers like Qian Qian, then it is a failed society and a society without "strength". Therefore, we should not ignore them, let alone forget them. They are admirable. I want to praise these great workers loudly. Without their hard work, we wouldn't have a comfortable life. They supported the foundation of the whole society with solid arms. We should always remember their dedication.

I can't stay by the window for long, and the bell pulls me back to my seat. During class, the classroom is very quiet, and I can hear the sound coming from the window more clearly. For me, it is no longer annoying noise, but "a melody that touches my heart." It is a "melody" that makes me know how to work hard, be selfless and contribute, and it is a "melody" that reminds me to study hard and live up to the hard work of others. Let's remember this touching melody! This will make your life more real.

Chapter 3: Melody composition that touches the heart.

I am just an ordinary junior high school student, just an ordinary, unknown girl. If you throw me into the sea, I'll never get it back. However, my mother said, "Who said you were such a person? In my opinion, there are many bright spots in you, and what makes me most proud is your stubbornness. "

When I first heard this sentence, I had no idea what it really meant. Is stubbornness also good? I don't think so. Until then.

The most sad hurdle for me in junior high school may not be too much homework or adolescent rebellion, but the heartbreaking "800-meter physical education exam." My good friend is an athlete, and the "Excellence" of 800 meters is as easy for her as stepping on an ant, just a piece of cake. Every time I see her running 800 meters without breathing, I suddenly feel a pressure that can't be expressed in words. Every time I embark on this arduous long journey, she is always cheering for me, but the result is always beyond doubt. "Pass" is deeply imprinted in my heart. I have no doubt that I will "pass" 800 meters forever.

Another 800-meter exam that made me frown. When I started at the starting point, I seemed to see the final "passing" result again. At the command of the PE teacher, I began to stride forward, thinking that I would never give up this time. Just after a lap, my legs began to feel weak, like cotton candy, and I felt like I was going to stick together and didn't want to be intimate. The feeling of trance also came to my mind, and there was a circle of Venus on my head. The determination at the beginning of running has long since collapsed. My good friend on the side, seeing that my situation is wrong, immediately shouted: "Are you going to give up again? How many times have you given up? Have you ever felt ashamed? Why are you so weak? " Yes! With what? Why can I only pass? Why don't I fight for a good one myself? Suddenly, an impulse to admit defeat struck. I clenched my fist, closed my eyes, and ran desperately and crustily skin of head, regardless of the willy-nilly. No matter how tired my legs tell me, no matter how dizzy my head tells me, I just keep running. At that time, I had forgotten how far it was and whether it was another passing grade, so I gave it a try. Finally, I suddenly felt light. Did I break the restrictions like I did on TV? In an instant, my confidence doubled and I ran faster! Finally, unexpectedly, my grades rose from "passing" to "good". I laughed so happily, my good friend laughed so happily, and we laughed so happily together. It is after this time that I believe I can do it. Finally, after exercise, I also rose from "good" to "excellent". I have no doubt that this was inconceivable to me before.

I told my mother afterwards, and her mother said, "You finally understand." Ah! I see. I suddenly realized.

"Stubbornness" is not willful or unreasonable, but an indomitable spirit in the face of obstacles ahead. Difficulties are not terrible, what is terrible is the fear of difficulties. Sometimes, in fact, you are only one step away from success, but you often stop before this step and try to give up. In the future, you will regret your failure, but you never think that taking this step is heaven. The angel is waiting for you at the door, but you refuse the angel at the door. Stick to it and you will see the long-awaited pleasant scenery. Is this "stubbornness" not good?

"I am proud and stubborn, and I will never let go of my hands. The next stop is heaven. Even if you are disappointed, you can't despair. " Since then, this song "Stubbornness" of Mayday has become the motto of my life.

Chapter four: Melody composition that touches the heart.

A very common road, perhaps this mentality, but I have never looked at it with my heart. It is so ordinary, not as wide as the road, and not as magnificent as the railway. Walking through this ordinary and ordinary path every day has bred some boredom in my heart.

It was a cold winter, and I walked this path again, very casually. It was very quiet around, only the wind roared, like a runaway wild horse, rampaging recklessly. There is nothing green in front of me, lifeless. Another boring winter. At the moment when this idea flashed through my mind, I saw green, yes, it was green. Before I could calm down, my legs couldn't help flying to the green. This ... this is ... I'm shocked. It's already winter, how can there be flowers? This is an unknown flower. Maybe it's wild flowers. Although there is only one bunch of flowers, the number is pitiful, but it is already valuable, you know, it is winter now. Although the flowers are small, they are in full bloom, and all the places that can be opened are full, leaving no gaps. Its leaves are all upright, which makes people full of vitality at first sight. The feeling of boredom has long since vanished, and I don't know where I went. A closer look shows that none of the petals of this flower are curly, and each one is fluttering in the wind, not afraid of the cold winter. Wild flowers stand proudly and are deeply rooted in the ground. No matter how the wind blows or how the rain hits, they are always ready to fight and never retreat. Perhaps it is this spirit, this will, that can make them show their talents in the cold wind and show their gorgeous posture in this ruthless winter. I was stunned by this little wild flower, and something inexplicable surged in my heart. I looked up at the blue sky and found it was still this day; Looking down at the earth, I found it was still this land. Originally, nothing has changed, but I understand and learn to be strong. ...

A melody has quietly bred in my heart: strength is a strong branch that can keep the tree from the wind; Toughness is a standing sail, which can make the ship break through the waves; Sturdy is a solid foundation, which can make the building last for a hundred years ... This melody has been rippling in my heart, and it is a melody that touches my heart and is strong!

Chapter 5: Melody composition that touches the heart.

The campus in autumn is full of poetry and painting. The leaves turned yellow and became naughty. Dancing in the wind, falling on classmates' hair and talking to them, lying quietly on the treetops enjoying the beautiful scenery in autumn, while I walked aimlessly on the road.

Today, the sun is shining, and all the students come to the playground to play. "Hey, I stepped on you! Haha! " In the laughter, students are playing with each other. "pa!" My good friend Yi stepped on my shoes, and my face turned black in an instant. She said to her, "Why did you step on me?" "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." Yi Yi looked sorry, but at this time I didn't care a bit about what she said. I just felt humiliated and angry when she stepped on me. I blushed and shouted at her, "You stepped on me on purpose and said you were sorry. I won't be with you anymore. " Said, and left her.

Along the way, my classmates were laughing and laughing in groups, but I was just one person. "Really, don't apologize to me, or I won't be lonely." My heart is full of complaints about my friends, and the more I think about it, the more angry I get. Suddenly, my classmate came up to me: "Pingping, you misunderstood Yiyi. She didn't mean to step on you. She was just trying to stop you. If she is in a hurry, she accidentally stepped on it. " Hearing this, my heart suddenly tightened. Am I wrong about her? ...

Suddenly, a song floated in the distance with a beautiful melody. I was deeply attracted by this deep song. I listened carefully, and the lyrics hit my heart: "There are few real friends in the crowd. Please don't care about this feeling. " This lyric is like a spring breeze blowing in my heart, sweeping away the dust in my heart; Like a spring rain, watering my already dried-up heart, my eyes gradually blurred, recalling every road they walked over the years, every warm moment they had-when I was in trouble, she was always the first person to move the stone under my feet; When I leave tears, she is always the first to wipe the tears from my eyes; When I succeed, she is always the first person to share my happiness with me ... At this moment, the regret in my heart is gnawing at my heart like a bug, and I turned and ran to the classroom.

The classroom is dark. "She's definitely gone, and she'll never talk to me again." Thought of here, my heart began to ache, but just as I turned around, a familiar figure caught my eye. "It's her. It's really her. She hasn't left." I quickly came to her side and looked at me with surprised but felt eyes.

"That's ... right ... sorry, I was wrong about you." I hung my head for fear that I would not be forgiven.

"It doesn't matter, in fact, I have already forgiven you." My good friend took my hand and cried. I smiled and walked out of the classroom hand in hand.

At dusk, we walked on the way home together. Autumn wind falls slowly and autumn leaves fly. They cheered for our reconciliation. The wind is with us, and Ye Er dances for us. We sang the familiar melody "There are few real friends in the crowd. Please don't care ... "

Article 6:

"Melody" refers not only to beautiful music, but also to the sounds of nature. Wind, birds, rain, butterflies, bees ... that wonderful melody not only makes people feel comfortable, but also gives people a lot of inspiration!

That time, I was in a particularly bad mood because I quarreled with my sister, so I ran out for fun. Walking in the garden, I only heard the buzz of bees. I followed the sound and found a little bee picking honey! I was annoyed by the buzz. I immediately approached it. It is very sensitive and flies away, which is exactly what I want! Ha ha laugh ... when I was secretly proud, I listened carefully and finally found that it didn't fly far, but reached another flower. I walked into the flower and scared it away again. I stared at it carefully and saw it fly to another flower. I thought, "even your little bee is against me, really!" " I am not satisfied! "I went over again, and it flew to another flower ... in this way, I kept repeating this action, and so on. I thought to myself: In normal times, I would admire your indomitable spirit, but now … I have no patience. I took a net and prepared to catch it completely. It didn't seem to notice me when I walked in. I'll pull the net at once and get ready to fall. Suddenly found it sucking pollen. It is so lovely and beautiful. It is like a child, sucking its mother's milk! I can't bear to do it. I sat next to it, looked at it carefully, and listened to its wonderful voice "Buzz, buzz, buzz … I listened carefully, as if I heard its heart:" I am hardworking, I can do it, suck pollen to make honey, and honey is for kind people … "! How selfless they are. They suck pollen, brew honey, and silently offer it to human beings. This is their wish and ambition. ...

However, there are still some people who deliberately disturb their originally peaceful life. When people want to attack them, they will gather together and bite people desperately. This bite is not a big deal for people, but for them, it is their own life. They sacrificed themselves only to defend their homeland. Please take care of small animals! They also have a life, they will be sad, and they also have parents. ...

Through this incident, I got an inspiration: be diligent, struggle, progress, perseverance and perseverance! Only for others, not for yourself, selfless dedication and contribution to society.

Listen carefully to the voice of nature and you will feel a lot!

Chapter 7: Melody composition that touches the heart.

When the maple leaves in autumn take away the pay, I look forward to welcoming the arrival of the next spring. Yes, spring, summer, autumn and winter can alternate, but what about life? What about those who have worked quietly for us? What about those things or people who have touched our hearts? Maybe it's gone! But no matter how many years have passed, that figure has always made me unforgettable.

Recalling a winter when I was a child, I was still asleep when I was awakened from my dream by a scratching sound from the kitchen. Through the crack of the door, I can vaguely tell that the busy figure is my beloved mother, who is busy making breakfast for me! I was playing alone after getting up, but I was still busy for me. Because of the cold weather, I have been breathing into my cold hands and my expression is ugly. As soon as my mother saw it, she quickly put down her work and ran over to cover my frozen hand. Her hands were so warm that my face suddenly filled with a happy smile. My mother smiled with relief when she saw that I was happy. Although I was very young at that time, such a scene really touched my heart and is still fresh in my memory.

The cold wind outside the window and the warm current in the room blow against my face, but I still can't get rid of the bad habit of staying in bed as soon as I enter the primary school gate. Just as I was lying comfortably in bed, the bells of pots and pans rang like wind chimes, and I saw the familiar figure through the crack of the door, still so lively. Mom is cooking breakfast for me again. Maybe every morning, my mother gets up early to make breakfast for me, and I am still in a sweet dream and don't know all this.

When I was a teenager, that figure appeared in front of my eyes again. It was that petite body that raised me with hardships and always cared for me. Suddenly found that figure is so high. Now that I'm grown up, I'm not as ignorant as before. Let you get a satisfactory answer to everything I have done! I immediately went to find my mother, helped her sit on the sofa, reminded her to sit still and told her that I would cook this breakfast today. Then I turned and went into the kitchen to make breakfast. This is the first time I have cooked breakfast for my mother. This breakfast is full of my love for my mother. This breakfast is of great significance and hard to buy. After finishing, my father took out the breakfast and put it in front of my mother. At this moment, I found a smile on my mother's mouth, and tears kept spinning in her eyes. She said to me affectionately, "Daughter, you are grown up and sensible, and your mother doesn't have to worry about you anymore." I smiled and hugged my mother. This hug is really warm, warm to my heart.

"Please don't be sad, don't be sad. Daughters always have to grow up. You taught me to be strong and gave me wings. I fly and fly. " This beautiful melody rings in my ears again, and the familiar figure comes back to my mind. In the next life, I am your daughter!

Chapter 8: Melody composition that touches the heart.

Is there always a melody in your heart, lingering in your mind, lingering in the softest place in your heart, accompanying you through the spring, summer, autumn and winter, and accompanying you over the thorns?

In the modern world, songs seem to be widely circulated, household names, pop songs, dance music, folk songs and so on. But the nursery rhyme symbolizing innocence seems to have been gradually forgotten by people.

Love is a sincere feeling, which can be described in words. If love is like rain, giving nectar to all things in the world, then mother is the cloud that creates this grace, so pure and selfless.

Last month, my stomach trouble recurred, my father was on a business trip, and I took care of my mother. After several hours of tossing, I finally took my mother to the hospital. Mom fell asleep, looking at her locked brow, my heart was on fire. The salt water beside the bed dripped slowly, and time became very slow. It was getting dark, and I stared at my mother's pale face in the light. A few silver wires emerged from her sideburns, which stood out in her shiny black hair. Several wrinkles climbed up the corner of her eye, and the glory of the past had quietly dissipated. Maybe the light was too bright, and my mother woke up: "Girl, why don't you sleep?" "I'm not sleepy now. I can't sleep. Let's go to bed later. " "That won't do, it's so late." My mother was more realistic and said, "OK, I'll sing for you. When you were young, you would fall asleep when you listened to my lullaby. " Then he hummed softly, "Twinkle, twinkle, little baby, go to sleep quickly. Don't be awkward. You will wake up refreshed tomorrow, eat well and sleep well ..."

What a familiar melody! Mixed with it is pure love like an angel. A mist rose slowly from the fundus and moistened my eyes.

I finally understood this nursery rhyme, which witnessed my growth and was also called unknown. It explains the true meaning of love with the sound of nature.

Chapter 9: Melody Creation Touching the Heart

"As long as everyone gives a little love, the world will become a beautiful world ..." This emotional and popular song of the richest man has a beautiful melody and touched many people's hearts.

One winter, I just came back from a cram school. On the way back, I happened to see a little boy curled up in a remote and quiet alley. I saw the little boy in rags and unkempt appearance; Holding a broken bowl in his hand, there is only a dime in the bowl. Only then did I know that he turned out to be a beggar who stayed in an alley. When he woke up, he found me standing in front of him and looking at him. He was startled and shrank in the corner in fear. After a while, he got up slowly and was about to run out of this alley. I grabbed him gently and asked with concern, "Since you are a beggar, why don't you beg from me?" He blushed and lowered his head and said, "I dare not try this job again because I can't get the money." At this point, I was a little sad and continued to ask, "why do you beg for a living?" What about your family? Do they care about you? " "I don't want to ask. I also want to go to school carefree all day, like those happy children, with meticulous care and love from my family. Unfortunately, my parents have divorced. They didn't want me and entrusted me to my elderly grandmother. Unfortunately, my grandmother passed away not long ago ... so I have to beg for a living ... "I saw tears in his eyes. The boy in front of me deeply touched my heart and had many unspeakable feelings. Countless sympathy, countless shame.

Although China has basically achieved a well-off life, there are still many children like this begging in the streets. They have no money, no family and no education. However, as we can go to school and receive education every day, with the kind care of our parents, we have plenty of food and clothing, but we do not cherish this hard-won right. These children deserve the concern of the whole society and the care of people in the whole society. However, why are there so many children begging for a living on the street? My nose hurts when I think about it. I gave all the money in my pocket to the poor child without thinking.

In today's society, every province and every district has implemented nine-year compulsory education. As a student, we should cherish the opportunity of learning. Without this, we should also help others selflessly and strive to achieve "everyone for me and I for everyone". Pay more attention to these people who need care. As long as everyone gives a little love, won't the world become a better place? However, these heartfelt words were formally influenced by that little boy. This incident deeply touched my heart and made me more aware of the importance of helping others.