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In the long sky of history, after meditation, we found a smell floating in the air, which was the smell of "poets". Every poet has his own taste.

(1) Yellow Flower in Yi 'an

"send a boat in a month, only follow the trend, the family is ruined, and there is residual wine. How can wine be weakly resistant to night wind disease? " With the change of the world, Yi 'an is looking for his own happiness. However, it was suppressed by the dark breath, and it struggled in troubled times. Finally, I lost my way. The boat on Shuangxi is full of youth, but full of sadness.

As a result, Yi 'an faded his melancholy, gave up his perishable yellow flowers and saw through the changing world. When the wild goose came back, she studied Lu Jin diligently. On the cold rainy night of the phoenix tree, she wrote the word "to fish", leaving her taste-courage and wit.

(2) Reed by Guluo River

On the gurgling river, Qu Yuan, a courtier who sang songs, hid his face and wept, asking questions one after another. Treacherous court official is autocratic, the king of Chu is fatuous, and living in the temple can't solve problems for the people; Going to the countryside can't share your worries. The great loneliness of life stagnates in the heart, rushes to the chest and makes the poet jump into the river. Ripples are the tears of reeds, flowing in the wet night. The details of youth life, wrapped in the reverence and yearning of thousands of people in Qian Qian, Qian Qian, plunged into the long river of history and became the deepest yearning for the Dragon Boat Festival.

Qu Yuan left his taste-broad-minded, not afraid of life and death.

(3) Dongpo bright moon

Exile Huangzhou City, hold lanterns in the wind, lead the yellow warehouse to sigh heroes. In the past, it was very difficult to walk in the scenery of Bianhe River. Dongpo's life is extremely bumpy; The frustration of love, the depression of official career, the struggle of political vortex, and the difficulty of singing full of grievances.

So Dongpo turned fame and fortune into "bamboo sticks and straw sandals". He sang "The River of No Return" on the night when he was away. He felt that life was everywhere, just like the indifference of "Hong Fei stepping on snow mud". He is not moved by "petty profits and hollow reputation", but only wants to "send the rest of his life to the sea". Leave his taste-indifferent to fame and fortune.

Don't wander under the tree, don't meditate in the rain, and don't cry in the dark. Look ahead, don't look back, as long as you dare to face it and look up, you will find that all the haze is just a short rainy season. Just because there is a "poet's taste" in the air.

Walking on the way home, the autumn rain trickled down the river, adding a bit of chill to my depressed heart.

I remember it was a rainy day. When the teacher handed out the mid-term paper, I suddenly found that the teacher had corrected one of my questions wrong. After repeated inspections, I am full of confidence. When the teacher talked about this question, I stood up without thinking: "Teacher, your answer is wrong!" " The whole class suddenly focused on me, and the teacher looked at me sideways and said angrily, "Let's wait until we think it over, okay?" At this time, the whole class burst into laughter, and in a burst of embarrassment, I had to sit down helplessly.

In the afternoon self-study class, I stood up again and reiterated my views. I didn't expect the teacher to be more angry. He satirized me severely in reprimanding language, and then walked out of the classroom angrily. I stood quietly, feeling like a lonely poplar outside the window, facing the coming storm. When the bean-sized raindrops hit the glass, I was already standing in the office listening to the class teacher's lecture: "You study well, but you can't take it as a proud capital. How can you compare with the teacher? " Several teachers nearby also said earnestly, "You will trip if you go on like this. When you think about it, apologize to the teacher. " I trudged into the house. I don't know when the rain stopped. Only the moon passes through the smoke like a castle, and the faint moonlight sometimes shines obliquely in front of the window. Well, if I knew this, I would apologize to the teacher. However, on second thought, I can't help thinking of Bruno and Galileo ... they seem to tell me: "Truth will prevail".

The next day, I stood up politely and explained the answer to that question carefully. Perhaps my sincerity caught the teacher's attention. The teacher thought for a moment and said to me, "You are right." Looking at the teacher's apologetic smile, I burst into tears. Let it wash away my shame, I finally won! I think, at that moment, my inner happiness is beyond others' understanding.

Love my father, hello!

Dad used to be a soldier. In my opinion, he turned a blind eye to me, just like a military uniform that never leaves the body in a military camp. There will be no trouble between us. So, I haven't said' hello' to him since I can remember. Does he care about me? I don't know. But I care about him!

On Father's Day before the entrance examination, I think I should give my father a gift, which may bring us closer. In joy, as soon as the school bell rang, I rushed out of the school gate and came to a flower shop. The room is full of colorful flowers, the branches are upright, and the aunt who sells flowers politely introduces the symbolic meanings of different flowers. I chose a bunch of tulips that were about to open, wrapped them in a beautiful paper bag lined with stars, and ran home happily with them. Dad is reading a newspaper in the living room. I looked at him with the sweetest smile, said' Happy Holidays' and sent this bunch of flowers. Dad just leaned slightly and asked,' How much is it?' The smile on my face suddenly froze. I know he doesn't care about the Arabic numerals I speak, and lectures are the real content. I turned my head obstinately and said coldly,' I don't want to start today's conversation with this! I gave vent to my grievances and dissatisfaction in despair and threw the flowers on the ground one by one. I regret what a stupid decision I made. I have never felt so sad. That night, I insisted on going back to school. Angry at the school, I found that my schoolbag didn't come back, so I had to bite the bullet and step into the house the next day. Gee, what a familiar smell! The vases on the balcony are actually those tulips that I dropped on the floor.

You are really angry. Your father couldn't bear to throw tulips, and the branches were broken and the petals were scattered, but he persisted in living …' I entered the room, and my mother kept talking. I suddenly froze, my father was concerned about me!

Tulip is hurt, I am hurt, and my father is hurt. Only then did I understand how deep and subtle my father's love was, but it was the moment I picked up the tulip that he touched my life. Dear dad, don't complain about my rudeness. Here, please accept my sincere greetings' Hello, Dad!'

Full marks in the composition of the 2008 senior high school entrance examination

In 2008, Jiangxi province made a perfect score composition "Sometimes, I want to" semi-propositional composition.

Sometimes, I want to be willful once.

Smart I never thought of rebellion; Obedience I never remember resisting; But I am quiet. Sometimes, I want to be willful.

In childhood

Looking at Winnie the Pooh who has been in the center of the window, I have unspeakable joy in my heart. I believe I will have it soon. However, my mother has a thick dictionary in her hand. She said, "Only by reading good books can we grow up and play as we please." So, I bid farewell to the window, took the dictionary and reluctantly left. Something seems to have been lost in my heart. I know it is the innocence that a child should have, but now it is tightly grasped by an invisible hand.

In primary school

"I'm sorry." I looked apologetically at my deskmate who was moving. The air contains suffocating ingredients, and there is a strange silence. She left silently, and the gradually smaller figure was branded in my mind, which was very sad, but-"sitting with a poor student will affect your study." You'd better change a good student for you, and I'll find the teacher. " Mom's words are still ringing in my ears. My heart suddenly tightened. Can't I have a precious friendship? I am speechless.

in high school

The winter vacation is coming, and I hesitate between "music training class" and "math training class". I love music, but I know that learning is equally important. I am not a gifted child blessed by God. Excellent grades require twice as much diligence and sweat as others, so I shudder. Mom, I'm sorry, just let me be willful once! So, I entered the "music training class" as I wished. My mother just kept silent, and then came into the room in a muffled voice. The heavy door closing made me hesitate. Did I do something wrong?

at present

I have never found my voice so beautiful. I am very satisfied with the flowers and applause. I think my mother will understand. But the reality is so cruel. One morning, my mother whispered to my father, "If this child has signed up for a' math training class', he will certainly not fall behind in his studies." These words happened to be heard when I got up. My heart seemed to be pierced by an arrow, and my blood hurt. When I handed my mother the certificate of the "first prize in the music competition", my mother gave me a complicated look and left silently. A gust of wind blew away the award, dispersed the dripping tears and broke my heart. Ups and downs, nobody cares, what's the use?

In my sleep, Winnie the Pooh smiled and waved to me. My long-lost deskmate held my hand and whispered "long time no see"; On the stage, I confidently show my voice to the audience. ...

I know the road ahead is bumpy, but I still have to go on, in my own way, no longer a doll at the mercy of others, I have to face the ups and downs of life by myself.

The morning sun shone into the Woods, and the naughty dew blossomed a small flower on the ground. I open my arms and breathe the free air. How nice to be free! Sometimes, I really want to be willful once.

[Comment] ① Novel form and beautiful structure. Four scenes in the process of self-growth were montaged: I longed for Winnie the Pooh when I was a child, my primary school left my deskmate, and my middle school chose "music training class". Now my mother blames me for disdaining music performance, and these scenes are skillfully combined in the form of subtitles. Sincere feelings and profound thoughts. The little author reproduces his true inner thoughts and choices, and is rejected by his parents again and again, becoming a "doll" at the mercy of others, thus making the little author have the idea of "sometimes I want to be willful once" and be a free self, which truly reflects the present situation of parents' free bondage to children in today's society. ③ Beautiful language, flexible sentence patterns, fluency and naturalness. I believe that every reader who has read this article will arouse his inner feelings.

In 2008, Jiangxi province made a perfect score composition "Sometimes, I want to" semi-propositional composition.

Sometimes, I also want to cry.

Dawn thanks the sunshine for bringing people dawn, flowers thank the grass for its selfless foil, birds thank the branches for giving them a stage to sing, and I thank my mother for letting me learn to be strong. But sometimes I feel like crying.

The weather was bad last year. Last year, a merciless snow killed my father! I still remember that it snowed that afternoon, and my classmates had a good time at school, but I was always unhappy. Maybe my study is too heavy. I always think about my homework. When I got home at night, I saw my mother crying her eyes red. I asked my mother what was wrong. My mother said it snowed heavily and the highway was closed. Father wanted to go home to see his daughter, so he went home by a detour on the mountain road. The mountain road is slippery because of the ice. On the way from XX—— to Jiujiang, the car turned down the hill. I can't believe what my mother said. How is that possible? Dad called me yesterday and said that he bought me many gifts. I cried, but there was no sound. I'm afraid my mother will be even more sad when she hears it.

The next day, I didn't want to go to school. My mother found out, took my hand and said, "son, your father is gone, and you still have your mother." No matter how hard and tired you are, your mother will support you. You must study hard and you will succeed in the future. This is what your father expected. " Hearing this, tears swirled in my eyes, as if a flash flood was about to break out. I wiped my eyes with my hand and thought, I must be strong and hold on. Now it's just me and my mother at home. I can't lose heart. Under the escort of my mother's wet eyes, I began my intense study again. Sometimes, I want to cry, but I can't for my mother's sake.

There is nothing to do. Since my father died, I have become silent and my mother seldom laughs. Quiet air often permeates my home. In learning, without the guidance of my father, my grades plummeted and I was upset all day. Sometimes when I get home, I get angry with my mother. At the sight of the silver hair on my mother's head, I suddenly regretted it. Yeah, isn't mom sad, too? I am full of chagrin and feel sorry for my mother. If she knows that my grades have dropped, she will be more sad than me.

I failed an exam, went home and closed the door and sobbed for a long time until my mother opened the door for me. Mom hugged me as soon as she came in, and they both cried together! After a long time, my mother and I comforted each other. At that time, my mother said a lot to me. I only remember one sentence deeply: "A person's body can fall, but his will can't."

"deja vu, Yan returns." I understood what my mother meant and dried my tears. Since then, I have done my own project and studied hard. I usually don't go to bed until twelve o'clock. My mother also stays with me late into the night every night. Finally, everything comes to him who waits, and my grades rank second in the class. Thinking of my mother's efforts day and night, I really want to jump into her arms and cry. But I can't, I can't cry, I can't let my mother worry that I'm not strong enough. The joy of deja vu has returned to me. Now I am alone in the examination room with the hope of my dead father and the hope of my kind mother.

Mom, you know, I will hold back my tears in one breath in this article. Your hard-working figure, your accompanying smile, and your strong personality are vivid. Mom, you gave me warmth, confidence and strength.

Mom, I really want to cry, but I can't, because too many tears will affect the exam. Because today is only the first test of the senior high school entrance examination, the following subjects are still waiting for me to respond confidently! I cannot and will not let you down.

Really, sometimes, I want to cry, so just, for my mother's sake, I restrained myself.

In 2008, Jiangxi province made a perfect score composition "Sometimes, I want to" semi-propositional composition.

Sometimes, I can't figure it out.

"Blue sky, yellow leaves ... the mountain reflects the sunset and meets the water. The grass is ruthless, and the sunset is also outside. "

Looking at the prompt "Sometimes I want to" in the title of the composition, my mind flashed a picture and my mind was full of thoughts. It took me a long time to get back to the examination room. Somehow, with the growth of age, I feel my heart is getting heavier and heavier. I often tell myself not to be so positive, but I can't help it.

I once wanted to go down in history.

What have I shed in these fifteen years?

Going to Qiu Lai in spring, fifteen cycles, fifteen years of vicissitudes of life, made me weather-beaten, but I never really understood that "the blade comes from sharpening, and the plum blossom fragrance comes from bitter cold".

I wanted to be strong and brave.

Facing Paul? Kozakin, I really feel guilty. When you encounter difficulties, you will shrink back, you will be depressed if your test scores drop, and you will cry when you cut your hand ... I really want to be strong in the face of difficulties, not shrink back, bravely face difficulties and challenge myself; Sometimes, I also want to be strong under the impact of my achievements: learn lessons, sum up experience, catch up and go forward bravely; Sometimes, when my hand is dripping blood, I want to be strong: wipe away my tears, pick up scissors and gauze, and reluctantly dress the wound. But I can't seem to do it.

I once wanted to study hard and honor my parents.

Recalling the two enduring idiom stories of "picking a beam and stabbing a stock" and "sleeping on the ice and begging for carp", I can't help but hang my head and reflect on myself. Think about the hero of the story, how brave and hard they are, even hanging their heads and stabbing their legs in order to study hard! I, on the other hand, never make sacrifices for good grades. Think of the ancients, in order to satisfy their mother's wishes, even lying on the ice and melting the ice with their own body temperature to catch carp for their mother, but I have never paid anything for my mother, which is shameful.

I once thought about being serious.

Look at your classmates, your deskmate, listen attentively, take notes carefully, and answer questions with a loud voice. As for me, I am distracted from time to time in class, my handwriting is messy, and I always keep my head down when answering questions. Occasionally, I wonder if the strange poem "Four-headed Students" is talking about me: "The class activities are crowded, the teacher lowers his head when asking questions, and every time he takes an exam. Although I didn't "overdo it", I almost "achieved" other "three heads".

I have also thought: I have always been impetuous, and sometimes I want to go deeper; I have always been careless, and sometimes I want to be serious; Sometimes I want to be brave in difficulties; I want right and wrong of justice; The so-called "hardships, jade ru Yu Cheng", sometimes want to be tenacious in setbacks. ...

I really want to put aside selfish distractions and thoughts, but I just can't.

If I can think less or not, then my fifteen years may not be "grey" clouds and yellow leaves, but "blue sky and green leaves" Then, fifteen years of wind and rain, fifteen years left a brilliant page.

Really! Sometimes, I can't think.

In 2008, Jiangxi province made a perfect score composition "Sometimes, I want to" semi-propositional composition.

Sometimes, I also want to write a book.

Sometimes, I want to write a book ...

The starry sky on a summer night carries too many dreams for me. I meditated, hoping to write my next book with my youth.

Sometimes, I want to learn from Lu Xun and write a book like "Morning Flowers Pick Up in the Evening". Time flies, and we silently hide the past in the bottom of the memory box. Sometimes, I also want to write a book to record the moments when beautiful flowers once bloomed. I want to quietly recall the happiness of building blocks with my friends when I was a child on a bright morning, slowly recall the sublimation of friendship after the primary school and friends got into trouble, savor the ups and downs of junior high school life and my dreams now, and wait until a few years later, open my closed heart and wipe away the dust on my memory. Sometimes, I also want to write a book to wait for the good fortune of the past. At night, let the present warmth and the past sweetness sleep together.

Sometimes, I want to learn from Kawabata Yasunari and write a book like Izu's dancer. Maybe it's the pressure of study. I carry a heavy shell like a snail, and I can hardly breathe. I want to write a book and dance in my heart like Izu's innocent dancer. Bloom in a pure world like a flower, and release the most perfect life with a pure heart. Sometimes, I also want to write a book to record a heart without distractions, so as not to let the secular smoke blind my eyes and hinder my progress.

Sometimes, I also want to learn from Ostrovschi and write a book like How Steel was Tempered. Life has taught me that difficulties in life are inevitable, and we should tell ourselves to be strong. I want to be a soldier like Paul, face challenges with a smile, meet my dreams with youth, release the sunshine in my heart, and effectively write down my motto-this is how youth is tempered! This reminds me of the Wenchuan earthquake, an ordinary and tall figure. Didn't the survivors who survived by their own beliefs and courage also perform a perfect life like Paul? Sometimes, I also want to write a book, like a soldier, to build my own myth with strength and courage.

I meditated under the bright starry sky on a summer night. Isn't life just a book? We need to live every day carefully, put aside other thoughts and write with strong will. I silently made a wish to write the most brilliant chapter with the most beautiful brush.

Sometimes, I want to write a book. However, I haven't written it yet ...

In 2008, Jiangxi province made a perfect score composition "Sometimes, I want to" semi-propositional composition.

Sometimes, I want to take that bag of dirty things with me.

"I often go home to see if I have gone home ... the elderly don't want their children to make too much contribution to the family. Life is not easy, so they just want to be safe. " When I saw the composition questions, I thought of this song. For half a year, whenever I hear this song, I always feel nervous. Singing reminds me of my parents and a bag of dirt. Sometimes, I want to take that bag of dirty things with me.

My home is in the mountains, and I am a native of the mountains. I used to be with birds and flowers in spring and cicadas in summer. But I often associate with them because of the embarrassment of life and the lack of spirit. "Children in the mountains have bad lives", which is a popular saying among the people in the mountains. When I was a child, my mother often said to me, "You must study hard and walk out of the mountains in the future." I firmly remember this sentence, for my mother and for myself. When I was in primary school, I climbed Wuli Mountain Road to school every day, and my grades were always in the top three in my class. After graduating from primary school, I was admitted to the experimental class of key middle schools in the city.

On the day I came to school in the city, my mother sent me all the way to school. Before leaving, my mother took out a small cloth bag and said softly, "Take it, son." I looked at the bag in her hand, looked at her hand full of blue veins, and asked doubtfully, "What is this?" Mother said, "son, this is a bag of soil, which belongs to the vegetable field in our backyard." I don't understand: "Mom, why did you bring it to town?" Mom said: "Mom is afraid that you are proud of studying in the city and miss home!" " When you are proud, when you miss your parents, just look at this bag of soil, think about the villagers in the mountains, and think about their hard life. If you don't study hard, you will have to go back to the mountains to serve these lands in the future. ""I don't want it! " I was a little unhappy and said, "I won't be proud." Don't worry. " Looking at the students coming and going around, I said to my mother, "Throw it away quickly before others see it." Mother's face suddenly darkened, and I left a sentence "I'm leaving, please go home" and went to the dormitory without looking back.

In the past three years, that bag of dirt has occasionally slipped from my dreams, which has made my heart thump. Especially last semester, I was addicted to Internet cafes. I often don't go home on weekends, but I called my mother to tell her that she was very nervous at school and asked her to send money and clothes to school. ...

On the day of winter vacation last year, my mother was busy going in and out, and I was wrapped warmly. I have a book, but my mind is always distracted. Suddenly, "bring me the scissors in my bedside table. I just killed the chicken and chopped it up for you. " My mother bossed me around. I opened the bedside table and a familiar package suddenly appeared in front of me. After giving the scissors to my mother, I went back to my parents' room and carefully opened the layers of cloth. Yes, that's really a bag of dirty things! Turning over the soil filled with the smell of home and maternal love, my heart began to tremble. Inside the dry soil, there is also a note: "children, take your own road and really get out of the mountains!" " "The crooked words, every stroke and every painting are all dear interpretations of the mother, and every word has penetrated the child's heart of regret.

I can't imagine how my mother felt all the way back from school that day. This bag of soil was not thrown away. She actually took it back to her home in the mountains and hid it in the bedside table. A bag of dirt, how heavy it is for me to miss my mother.

The sunshine of the mountain may not be warm enough, and the oath of the mountain may not be loud enough, but the love of the mountain is always broad enough to embrace the whole mountain and melt all the cold hearts. At the beginning of the new year, I picked up the bag of dirt and prepared to put it in my luggage. I want to take it to school, put it under my pillow and always remember my mother's hopes and expectations. Mom found out, stared at me for a while, and took the cloth back without saying a word.

Really, sometimes, I really want to take that bag of soil away! I firmly believe that the earth is there and the dream is there!

In 2008, the composition of the senior high school entrance examination in Anhui Province got full marks: "I am happy at school" semi-propositional composition

I get pleasure from listening.

I like being alone. I love to find a good place to listen quietly and listen to the sound of flowers blooming in spring.

In the changeable world of mortals and secular shackles, only in this way can I find an eternal moment, get rid of all other thoughts, let the beauty of nature relieve my mental fatigue and get the happiness of that moment.

Epiphyllum is the representative of short life. Her glory is only fleeting, but it blooms at a critical moment. She told me that the glory of life, although only for a moment, is very real. After all, all life will eventually turn to dust and go with the wind. The short-lived truth is like a meteor passing by in a hurry, but it has carved a string of gentle traces on the journey and then buried in the torrent of time. Every life yearns for even a short attention. So I know that life doesn't care how long it is, but the significance and mediocrity of a century are not as good as a brilliant moment, because the happiness of this moment can affect a person's life.

Sunflowers bloom alone in the scorching sun. She burns like a fire, burning the passion in her heart. She never complains and will not be discouraged by this vicious environment, but the more she shines, the more she brings coolness to this difficult afternoon with the drops of petals. She doesn't care how many people stop for her, she is just realizing her life value alone-being happy for opening up.

Lotus, she "emerges from the mud without being stained", "straight through the outside, not crawling, graceful and pure, fragrant and clear". She used her pink and pure petals to tell people that she has a heart that doesn't go with the flow, and she has a noble and proud sentiment. She told people that a gentleman should be like this, keep beautiful in the distance and convey happiness in beauty.

Bloom is affectionate, and the flowers fall with affection. Listening to the sound of flowers blooming and falling is like listening to the eternity of life. Life is a beautiful flower, and the beauty in the rippling sight is also the beauty of listening. Sometimes you don't need too many words to decorate. Bloom, speechless; Flowers fall, speechless. That dazzling beauty has never been ignored by anyone, and that tragic happiness has never been forgotten.

The logic of silent and unchanging flowers, but the real beauty inside is little known. When we looked at the window of the street, we saw a numb, pale and cruel face. In the competition between money and power, we lose the beauty of standing and listening, and also give up our inner pure land in confusion, which is actually giving up the pursuit of happiness.

Learn to listen and be happy in the sound of flowers blooming and falling!

Comments by famous teachers

This paper focuses on listening to bloom's voice, with the voice of bloom and the voice of falling flowers, and successively writes three representative flower varieties: Epiphyllum, Sunflower and Lotus. Their dynamic voices were inaudible, but in the author's ears and heart, I heard their changing voices, which were so real and made me happy. There is love with flowers and a clear theme.

Prose is based on emotion, and the focus of emotion is flowers, which are used to express people, reason and emotion, so the language is full of spirituality and inspiration. At the end of each paragraph, there is a display with flowers as the main body, and the center of happiness is clearly visible. On the basis of writing flowers, I express my profound views on life and society, with vivid descriptions, profound feelings and interesting reasons.

In 2008, Changzhou took the senior high school entrance examination, and got full marks in the composition "You are in my heart".

You are in my heart

Red hope, green dream, just because you are in my heart-my language.

Is that you? China people. Beautiful, luxurious, soft ... I can't decorate you with any words. Li Bai's Yun Fan is dotted with the sea, Xin Qiji's eyes are blurred with the light of the sword, and Wen Tianxiang's passion echoes in the whole voice ... Because you are in my heart, China people, I know ambition, persistence and patriotism! Invite the moon to be full, raise your glass high, and I will wander in your poems, watching the red flowers turn into spring mud, sighing that the country has broken mountains and rivers, praising the east fence for picking chrysanthemums, and singing incomparable pride. Feel and experience you in the arms of junior high school.

Just because you are in my heart, you turn the sound of your heart into flapping wings and take me flying.

Is that you? China people. The separation of human feelings in the Grand View Garden, the implication of the three knots in Taoyuan, the dispute on Xijing Road, and the lofty aspirations of gathering. Because you are in my heart, I understand helplessness, unity, courage and loyalty! Let the scattered flowers go and be buried! Give it a complete home; Let it divide the world, fight! Give it a beautiful nirvana; Let the devil fight with him! Give it a painful interpretation; Ann, let him talk, go to hell! Give it a complete glory.

Because you are in my heart, you have turned famous works into paving stones, paving the way for my success.

Is that you? China people. The water in Miluo River is fiercer, the sunset along Yishui River is redder, and the water around the stream is brighter. Because you are in my heart, I understand Qu Yuan's thoughtlessness, admire Liu Bang's lofty aspirations, and feel sorry for Shi's departure. I am pregnant with you and measure my heart density, but I feel particularly heavy.

Just because you are in my heart, you have turned all the celebrities into a source of motivation and pushed me forward.

China people, because you are in my heart, my hope makes you red and my dream makes you green. Just because you are in my heart, my language, let me win 2008! Singing in the sky in 2008.