Singing composition in the first day of junior high school

Singing composition in the first day of junior high school

When I was a child, you asked me what I was most afraid of, that is, singing. I was probably born with a bad voice, and I was afraid of singing badly and others laughing, so I hardly sang in my childhood in my memory.

As I grew older, I got to know the singer, and some students in my class hummed those pop songs every day. How envious I am. But I still couldn't open my mouth, and then this incident changed my inferiority complex. My mother insisted that I learn piano, and I insisted for several years. If you want to sing in the piano class, you have to throw caution to the wind. The teacher's teaching and correction have adjusted my tone-deaf voice fairly well. In short, I have all five tones, which makes me feel confident. Anyway, I dare to sing. Some students in my class actually think I am good-looking, which makes my new love ups and downs.

Since then, I like singing. Like my classmates, I sing a song every day, even sweeping the floor. When I take a shower, my singing will echo in the bathroom. I think that small room is a singing room. When I am doing my homework and in a good mood, my mouth will never leave. So our family is like a concert every day, but my parents have no complaints at all. Every time they say that I have the demeanor of a star, my mother sometimes learns to sing with me, and I can finally sing freely.

When I was a child, I longed to sing, even if it was just for myself. When I grow up, I am eager to sing, even if only a few people appreciate me. Now I am eager to sing, hoping to stand on my own stage and sing it out loud. I hope someone can appreciate my voice. I am eager to fly to the music hall that belongs to me only. I long to sing freely like a bird, and I long to keep my pure voice for people to listen to. Maybe I don't sing very well. As long as someone appreciates it, then I have the desire to sing. Singing is a kind of rest for me. Physical and mental fatigue every day, just sing a few words will be very comfortable. Singing is a relief for me. Every time I get angry, I just sing a few words and pass.

I am eager to sing to everyone and hear my voice and my songs.

Singing composition in the first day of junior high school

There is a classmate named Chen in our class. He is 1 1 years old this year. He is from Guangdong. Unstable academic performance, talkative. He especially likes singing. I heard that Chen was very fat when he was a child, but now he is very thin, just like a firewood stick in front of the door, more like a flexible monkey.

Chen is the representative of the music class in our class. He was born with musical talent and acquired musical skills. He especially likes singing modern pop songs.

Chen loves singing, and he will use various occasions to show off his voice. He sings during recess, sometimes in class and sometimes in the road team, just like a never-ending phonograph, more like a repetitive learning machine. Once, Zhang Youming said to me in the toilet, "Chen is a singing monkey. An ordinary monkey can sell 30 thousand yuan, and this singing monkey can sell 60 thousand yuan. " As a friend of Chen, I feel a little disgusted to hear this sentence. Everyone in the class said he was a monkey. At first he couldn't bear it, but now he doesn't care because he is used to it.

When Chen sings, she is often unreasonably stopped by girls who love to bully boys in our class. Some said, "It's shameless to sing so ugly!" Some people say, "Please stop singing." Some look uncomfortable, like a stomachache. Chen is a polite and virtuous person. When a girl shows this attitude, he will stop singing at once, and every time.

Although many students don't like Chen's singing, I like listening to him very much and always let him sing to me, but I don't know why he sings less and less now.

This is Chen. She likes singing. His songs will remain in my childhood memory forever!

Singing composition in the first day of junior high school

Honey, I want to sing a song. Can you listen to this song more quietly and confidently from this moment on? Please unplug the earplugs filled with pop music and listen to me sing softly; Please put down the hypocritical and promiscuous youth novels and listen to me to tell the truth; Please hold my hand and tell me patiently that you also want to hear me sing a song.

I want to sing a song for my dear.

Mom. Mother is not well, so I can only sing to her in a low voice. If I sing I love her the most forever, she will say she doesn't believe me. If I sing I thank you, my mother, she will laugh and scold, "You child, how can you say something stupid?" Oh, my mother, the person who loves me the most in the world. So is my favorite mother. What can I sing to you to express my warm and lasting feelings for you? Once upon a time, these feelings only rolled gently in my heart every unknown night, emitting acid bubbles. Before the collapse of almost losing, I humbly kept her in tears. Because no one knows and doesn't want others to know, even an understatement has been deliberately avoided until now. Every time I write one more word, my heart will shake again. The pain engraved in the story is like a breathing jellyfish swimming in my heart, so every memory will be stung. I hope that the pain will not dilute the good memories, and I hope that she can still hear this song.

I also want to sing a song for my father. Dad, dad, every time I call him, my heart is like a sky full of colorful fireworks, which explodes the night sky. He is working in other places now, and we seldom meet each other. But every time we meet, he always gives me a lot of money, takes me to eat different things and agrees to all my requirements. The more he indulges repeatedly, the more he misses and regrets. I'm the only one with photos and videos in his mobile phone. Every time I come back, I will take pictures and write new ones for me. He asked me to sing, but I always couldn't and didn't want to speak, for fear that the story would be out of tune as soon as I opened it. So, dad, don't listen to this song of mine. Let me play it back in my mind alone, that's enough.

The last song belongs to us and is for all of you. Thank you for reading the article here. Thank you for leaving every shell, every laugh and every tear in my life. In my memory, they shine like gold. People in the story will eventually break up, and even earth-shattering events will fade away one day. Then, please make them bright and grand now, and keep them at their best one second before pressing the shutter.

Now I really want to sing a song and make our ending song.