Lyrics of "Wen"

Singing: Chan Sarah

Lyrics: Jonathan Lee

Composer: Jonathan Lee

Who makes your heart beat?

Who makes your heart ache?

Who makes you want to hold him in your arms once in a while?

Who cares about your dreams?

Who said what you thought? He will understand.

Who moved you?

If women always wait until late at night

Give your youth without regrets, and he will be sincere to you.

Whether a woman should never ask more.

She'd better be naive to the people she loves forever.

Who makes your heart beat?

Who makes your heart ache?

Who makes you want to hold him in your arms once in a while?

Who cares about your dreams?

Who said what you thought? He will understand.

Who moved you?

It's just that women are obsessed.

Always trapped by love, and finally get deeper and deeper.

But a woman's love is her soul.

She can devote her life.

For the people she loves.

If women always wait until late at night

Give your youth without regrets, and he will be sincere to you.

It's just that women are obsessed.

Always trapped by love, and finally get deeper and deeper.

But a woman's love is her soul.

She can devote her life.

For the people she loves.

Extended data

The Question is a song written by Jonathan Lee and originally sung by Chan Sarah. 1992, at the Rolling Stone concert in Chinese mainland, Chan Sarah sang this song "The Problem" for the first time, which was included in the concert live album "Happy Everyone" released on June 5438+0992. 1993 This song was adapted into the theme song of Yang Ziqiong and Donnie Yen's film Wing Chun. 1994, after rearranging, this song "Question" was included in Chan Sarah's solo album "Progressive Love".

"Question" is a temporary song composed by Jonathan Lee for the concert of 1992 Rolling Stones and Stars in Chinese mainland. Chan Sarah learned this song that night, and Chan Sarah sang it for the first time at the beginning of the concert the next day.

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It is normal for all teachers to say hello when they pass by. There are usually two ways to greet you.

The first attitude is: you greet the teacher, and the teacher treats you like air and has no attitude.

I was sweeping the floor when a teacher passed me. I said "hello, teacher". Covering her nose and frowning, she walked past without responding to my greetings.

I don't think she responded at all because she hates dust and dirt.

But she is too dirty, so are we! Even so, we cannot avoid sweeping the floor.

The second attitude is: you say hello to the teacher, and the teacher is happy to say hello to us.

Such teachers and students prefer it.

I'll be happy to say hello to them in the future.

My biology teacher has a second attitude, so I prefer to say hello to him.

I think he is a good teacher. He is very careful in class. It's a pity that the students in our class are too thin. He is always noisy in class and always bullies him.

As long as someone gets 80 points, there will be a reward, but few people in our class can get 80 points.

Some students even said, "Teacher, I have made progress. Give it to dove.

"However, that's definitely impossible, and there will be a reward only if you get 80 points.

If you greet the teachers, what attitude will they take? ...

Thanks to the teacher's composition, you are an eternal fire, igniting the ideals and hopes in the students' hearts.

A single spark can start a prairie fire, which gives students optimism in life, enthusiasm for learning and motivation for work.

The existence of kindling is infinite. Teacher, you are a clear spring that flows through the dense forests and deep ditches and shoals of Shan Ye and never dries up.

Mountains can't stop your stream, and heavy rain will only strengthen your trunk.

Every time I read a book at night, I am trying to enrich my sources; Every time Dai Xing visited, it was to irrigate the fields of the ignorant.

The crystal clear mountain spring represents a healthy breath and will always draw a line with the dirty stream.

You are running endlessly, fulfilling your lofty mission: to moisten every inch of water-deficient land.

Your comfort gives people unlimited motivation.

Every inheritance and innovation of students is ignited by it.

Without it, we will grope in the dark, advance in ignorance, and we will struggle.

You are the pilot Haiyan, leading us to our destination.

You are always on high alert to prevent our course from deviating, correct our indulgence like strict father, and take care of every fall like a loving mother.

Please tell us clearly where there are edible foods, which are inedible poisons, where there are strong winds to avoid, and where there are places where heavy rains must pass.

Because of your guidance, we swim fearlessly in the boundless ocean and fly over the mountains in the clouds.

As a result, we have grown up and become qualified people in all walks of life, even leaders.

Some people become another group of pilot petrels.

You are an excellent craftsman, carving all the statues eclectically.

What you carved is not only our rich knowledge, but also the character of our founder.

You are the most diligent craftsman in the world: a word, a formula, a truth, tireless, meticulous and obscure.

He is more careful and clever than Rodin in his work.

Every truth and phenomenon in the world, everyone's character and personality, are initially through your hardworking hands.

So it is no exaggeration to say that you have shaped the world.

You are the rooster who announces the dawn and always inspires us to get up early.

Time is short and the road is long. Only those who smell chickens dancing can achieve something.

Your voice lets us know that we are determined to work hard and we will not be lazy.

A new day begins with the cock crowing, which gives us endless motivation, a sense of time and the efficiency of our life.

You are a first-class actor, and the three-foot platform is where you play.

Even without neon lights and lifelike props, you are still full of * * *, talking about the past and the present, and skillfully fiddling with an inch of chalk.

Your affectionate voice spreads the warmth of love and pours the showers of wisdom; You write on the blackboard like a horse, showing the idea of turning the stone into gold everywhere.

"Those who drink its flow, have its source, and learn it." The teacher will always be the object of our reverence and the benefactor we need to thank.

On the topic of teachers' composition, from ancient times to the present, many scholars have praised teachers.

I can't help shaking my head whenever I read that "silkworms will weave until they die in spring, and candles will dry the wick every night". Do I think teachers are better than red candles? It is true that the red candle is like a teacher, dedicating his life without asking for anything in return, but it burns to the end, leaving only a wisp of smoke. Even if the teacher dies, they will uphold the spirit of the teacher and make more great achievements to serve the motherland when the peaches and plums are harvested, so the spirit of the teacher will last forever and will always be remembered in people's hearts.

I don't think teachers are like gardeners. Although gardeners work in the yard all day, regardless of cold and heat, if they are the most difficult, then "it takes ten years to plant trees and a hundred years to educate people", not to mention that teachers cultivate people with aura. If the teacher's name is Sun, I don't agree. It is true that the sunshine from the sun is the foundation of all things in the world, and all living things can't live without the sun. At present, there are many "heatstroke, temporary shock" or more serious events caused by sun exposure, so it can be said that the sun has given us the ability to survive, but it also poses a certain threat to our health.

Occasionally, the teacher's strictness will only make us better and better. As the saying goes, "Nothing will hurt us."

From babbling babies to beginners, from eager teenagers to teenagers spreading their wings, from backward and decadent China to stilts standing in the east of the world, these growth footprints and great historical traces are inseparable from the care of teachers.

Maybe at this time, you have to ask the teacher what it is like. The teacher is actually an ordinary great man who holds a pointer, works diligently for Taoli, stands on a three-foot platform and works diligently from ancient times to the present.

Maybe a teacher is like a mountain, because the mountain is lofty and revered.

Perhaps the teacher's kindness is like the sea, because the sea is boundless and infinite in connotation.

Maybe a teacher's kindness is like water, because everything is like water, which can cleanse dirt. Water leads a clean and honest life, which makes people admire ... I think a teacher is unique and irreplaceable, and can't compare with others. Dare to ask who in the world can give silently and ask for nothing in return? Who can drag the tired body to stay up late to prepare lessons? Who can see the fruits of peaches and plums, but keep silent behind them and continue to cultivate the next generation? I think there is only one answer-teacher! Teacher, this is a unique name; This is a loud and common name; This is a sacred and solemn name; Time flies, with the arrival of golden autumn, it is September again. Let us sincerely greet you with a unique voice: Teacher, you have worked hard!

Thanks to the teacher's composition of more than 500 words, flowers thank the rain and dew, because the rain and dew moisten its growth; The eagle is grateful to the sky, because the sky makes it fly; The mountain is grateful to the earth, because the earth makes it lofty; I am grateful to many people, but I am most grateful to my teacher.

From babbling children to beginners, from eager teenagers to adults flying high, from laymen to professionals, from human knotting to today's information age, the role of teachers runs through it all the time.

The development of society depends on education, and the development of education depends on teachers.

The teacher's silent efforts have brought the vitality of human civilization.

The teacher's love reveals the ordinary in selflessness: like a warm current, it permeates our hearts; Like a phone call, help our lonely hearts find their way home; Like the spring breeze, it gives us warmth and warmth.

Our teachers, without gorgeous stage and flowers, are just plowshares with chalk. The three-foot platform is the battlefield for their dedication.

Teacher's love is called teacher-student affection, which is the most serious family affection in the world: it is the teacher who teaches us when we make mistakes; The first thing that comes to mind when encountering difficulties is the teacher.

An approving look makes me very happy; A warm greeting makes me feel the second kind of affection.

One of my teachers once said: I don't need too much honor and praise, I just like the word "teacher" ... This simple word is undoubtedly the voice of teachers and the most authentic emotional expression of their inner world.

We thank the teachers for their hard work and teaching. However, no amount of praise and admiration can compare with our gratitude to our teachers with love and action.

When I stepped into the school with fear, teacher, it was your sunny smile that comforted me.

You took me into the school, into the colorful campus and into the learning hall.

When I faced a difficult problem with doubts, teacher, it was you who patiently and meticulously explained the problem-solving ideas to me.

You brought my confused and blocked heart into the problem, into the idea of solving problems by analogy, and into the interesting world of mathematics.

When I was ashamed to face my mistakes, teacher, you taught me the truth of being a man in a meaningful way.

You made my young and ignorant mind realize the correct truth, and made me believe that I will face my mistakes correctly in the future, and let my life move from wrong to right.

When I faced failure with a lost heart, teacher, you came to me like an angel and gave me courage and hope.

You brought my hurt and discouraged heart into the sky of confidence, into the vast ocean and into the door of future success.

When I treat success with joy, teacher, it is your kind reminder that gives me humility.

You brought my proud and impetuous heart to the lofty mountains, to the running water, and to the world of self-improvement.

Grateful teacher, give me the motivation to move forward; Thanksgiving teacher, give me wings to fly; Grateful teacher, show me the direction of life; Thank you, teacher, for showing me the world ... no matter what I meet, you will face it with me.

Teacher, in my eyes, you are magical.

I sincerely thank you, my teacher, for everything you have done for me! What is gratitude? Gratitude is a person's innate nature, an indelible conscience and a manifestation of a person's healthy psychology. A person who doesn't even know how to be grateful must have a ruthless heart and will never become a person who contributes to society. "Gratitude" is an expression of gratitude for kindness, and it is an emotion that haunts everyone who does not forget the kindness of others.

Learning to be grateful is to polish the dusty mind without being numb; Learn to be grateful, so that you will never forget everything you have paid.

Grateful teachers don't need us to do anything earth-shattering, which is manifested in daily dribs and drabs: in class, a firm look, a gentle nod, and you are listening attentively, which is gratitude; After class, I saw the teacher in the corridor, with a faint smile and a polite "hello teacher", which is also gratitude! Tell the teacher "Teacher, I can do it" with excellent grades, proud success and your little progress, which is even more grateful to the teacher.

Flowers can wither and the sea can become fields.

But our grateful heart cannot be changed. Let's start from bit by bit, thanks to the teacher!

If you just want to repay the teacher's kindness to the teacher, I personally don't think it is necessary to find someone to write it for you. It is only by writing down your true feelings that the teacher is most moved. Think about it. If you hand in an article or field that you didn't write, your teacher may think that you didn't write with your heart, or that you are just perfunctory. There is no need to impress the teacher with gorgeous words.

Say hello to the teacher in the morning and introduce the teacher to a short passage that students know. My favorite teacher once said, "The teacher is chalk. He sacrificed himself and educated us."

"Some people say," Teachers are candles, burning themselves and illuminating us.

Others said: "Teachers are hardworking gardeners, cultivating the flowers of the motherland with hardworking sweat.

"The teacher is the compass of our life. Without them, we will lose our way and go astray.

Every night, when we enter the sweet dream country, only the teacher still sits at the window and corrects our homework for the day until late at night, but the teacher can't rest. He has to prepare lessons until everything is finished.

In class the next day, it hurts to look at the teacher's deep dark circles.

I really want to say, "Teacher, you have worked hard!" I remember it was a winter.

Outside the window, I am standing in my seat shivering with cold, because I am wearing a thin sweater (I am a resident and can only go home once a week). At this time, a teacher next door, my former head teacher Du Laishi, walked by the classroom window and gently asked me, "Did you bring clothes?" Why is it frozen like this? "I said trembling," yes, but in the dormitory. "

""you go to wear, I'll give you the teacher in charge.

"The teacher said kindly.

I ran into the dormitory and put on my clothes.

At this time, there was a trace of warmth in my heart.

A greeting, but how deep the teacher loves the students! Another day, the weather was not very good, and suddenly it rained heavily and it was very cold. A classmate in the class shivered with cold without a coat.

Our head teacher, Mr. Zhang, was afraid that the students would catch a cold, so he quickly took off his coat to keep the students warm.

Later, the teacher caught a bad cold and had a high fever. He has been in bed for several days.

My favorite teacher, how great and amiable you are. You are our teacher, educating us all the time and caring for us all the time, just like our mother.

Ah! I love you, teacher, and I will never forget this teacher-student relationship.

Describe the teacher's composition in 400 words! Urgent! ! ! ! ! ! ! Encouragement, a familiar word, is not a hot topic.

My parents' encouragement made me see the love between my family; The encouragement of passers-by made me see the warmth of the world, and the encouragement ball of the teacher made me understand a truth: failure is the mother of success! The teacher helped me to encourage me and made me who I am today! I was not good at Chinese since I was a child, and I was "the first" in every exam. Although I worked hard, I failed in Sun Shan.

After the new Chinese teacher came, he saw my problems with his years of experience and often asked me to make up lessons. My mother wanted to give him money, but he didn't answer, saying,' I should help poor students, it's the teacher's duty!' Now, my Chinese scores have improved obviously.

He said that my foundation is a little unstable now, so I should read more books.

Once, the school organized an essay contest, one in each class, and the teacher sent me. At that time, the mouth was almost O-shaped, and the teacher advanced the ball.

Only then did I realize the taste of failure. I failed. I dare not look at my classmates' contemptuous eyes or face the teacher.

One day, the teacher called me to the office, and I walked into the office with my head down. The teacher made me a cup of chrysanthemum tea and asked me how I felt. Dried chrysanthemum floats on the water. It tastes as bitter as medicine. I can't drink it, but I can convey a feeling of My Sweetie through my throat.

I told her this feeling, and she said, "This kind of study is like this kind of chrysanthemum tea. Bitter first, then sweet. Only after suffering can you be a master. Failure for a while does not mean failure for life. Besides, failure is the mother of success. Believe in yourself, ok? " After listening to the teacher, I nodded and decided to make a comeback.

Teacher's encouragement is like the sunshine in spring; Like a spring rain, I thrive under your illumination and nourishment! ...

Write a composition on the topic of writing a teacher's composition. The topic is my teacher. Everyone says that you are cultivating the pillars of the motherland. I want to say that you are the pillars of the motherland.

You have propped up the backbone of our generation! You are like a red candle, giving all the heat and light to the younger generation! Your character and spirit can be summed up in two words-burning! Keep burning! Your lecture is rich and colorful. Every chapter seems to open a window in front of me and let me see a beautiful new world ... Ah, with you, the garden is so gorgeous and the earth is full of spring! Teacher, please open the window and have a look. All this love and this garden full of peaches and plums are paying tribute to you! Without the nourishment of your thoughts, how can so many beautiful flowers of the soul bloom? Ah, teacher, engineer of human soul, who is not praising you! Spreading knowledge is sowing hope and happiness.

Teacher, you are the sower of this hope and happiness! Teacher, you are a cultivator and a sower of beauty.

It is you who shine the beautiful sunshine, moisten the beautiful rain and dew, make our hearts green and full of flowers! You are busy with the blooming of flowers and the ripening of fruits, silently hanging the shade of leaves! Ah, teacher, your spirit, always remember my heart! You are more like a nameless root, let the young trees grow sturdily, let the branches bear rich fruits, but ask for nothing in return.

You gave us a ruler of life, let us measure it every day; You gave us a mirror of exemplary behavior, and let us learn everywhere.

You are a bridge, connecting the cut mountains for us and leading us to the peak of harvest; You are a green vine, tough and slender, which guides us to collect Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng at the top of the cliff.

When Miao Er needs a glass of water, never send a bucket of water. And when you need a bucket of water, never give a glass of water.

Giving in due time is a skill of a good gardener.

My teacher, this is your art of education.

Regardless of the cold inkstone in Qin Xin, peaches are ripe and dripping, but plums are ripe and incompetent. It is easy to grow flowers, but difficult to educate people.

The valley is very fragrant, poems are full of people, paintings are full of people, and talented people smile.

Teacher, you use the noblest feelings of human beings-love, sowing spring, sowing ideals, sowing strength ... sowing with words, cultivating with colored pens, watering with sweat and nourishing with painstaking efforts. This is the noble work of our beloved teacher.

You work in the present, but you are building the future of the motherland; You teach in class, but your achievements are in all directions of the motherland.

Teacher, if you are compared to a clam, then students are the sand in the clam; You lick it, grind it, soak it, and wash it with love ... Over the years, the sand turns into pearls and shines.

There are countless proud and happy memories in your teaching career, but you keep them in your heart, just staring at a garden to be explored.

If I were a poet, I would write poems with enthusiasm and praise the vastness and profundity of the sea.

And dedicated to you-my broad-minded and knowledgeable teacher.

Teachers are kindling, igniting the fire in students' hearts; Teachers are stone steps, carrying students to climb steadily step by step.

You are like a candle, thin as it is, but with a little heat and light, it illuminates others and exhausts yourself.

This selfless dedication is unforgettable.

The language of your lectures is as sweet as a tinkling mountain spring, as cordial as a gurgling stream, and as turbulent as a rushing river ... Spring silkworm has never said anything to brag in her life, and the silver silk spit out is a ruler to measure the value of life.

Dear teacher, you have never shown off in front of others, but the blooming peaches and plums are the highest evaluation for you.

Your love is as warm as the sun, as warm as the spring breeze and as sweet as a clear spring.

Your love is more severe than father's love, more delicate than maternal love, and purer than friendship.

Your teacher's love is the greatest and cleanest in the world.

The value of fireflies is to shine on others with lights hanging from the back end; Your respect lies in always providing convenience for others.

Who scattered the rain and dew all over the earth? Who feeds the seedlings hard? It's you, teacher, you are a great gardener! Look at the flowers blooming everywhere, which one is not as hard as you, and which one is not as smiling as you!

Thank you, my teacher has many firsts in his life, from crying at birth to wrestling when he was a toddler. From calling the first "mom" to knowing the first word, every time, it is full of our infinite efforts and a step towards our life.

If parents taught us to take the first step in life, then teachers taught us to take the first step in life.

You took me from ignorance to maturity, and you let me learn from ignorance. It's also you who let me see how high the sky is, how deep the sea is, and how big the dream can be! I can't forget that when I first wrote 123, your hand held mine; I can't forget it. I counted 1+ 1 for the first time. You taught me to snap my fingers. I can't forget it. I learned A, B and C for the first time, and you corrected my pronunciation again and again.

Teacher, I want to compare you to a gardener.

Because of your hard work, I can thrive; Because of your careful care, I was not destroyed by the storm; Because no matter spring, summer, autumn and winter, you bring me nutrients and let me dispel my fear of ignorance.

Teacher, I want to compare you to an engineer of the soul.

Because of you, I learned to be tolerant and kind to others; Because it is you, let me understand that failure is the mother of success; Because it is you, let me understand that life needs courage, patience and perseverance; Because you taught me how to drive away greed, ignorance, fear and violence; Also because of you, let me know love! Teacher, I want to compare you to a burning candle.

Because it is you who bring us into the ocean of knowledge, no matter astronomy, geography, history, literature, mathematics, physics, you illuminate the stepping point and grasping point in front of me; Because it is you, you should give us all your knowledge without reservation, burn yourself and illuminate others; Because it is you, who has been guiding our way forward with your light, so that we will never lose our way.

Teacher, I want to compare you to a kind mother.

Because it is you, treat every student as your own child and dedicate your selfless love; Because you encouraged me when I was frustrated and cheered and excited with me when I won the honor; Because of you, you have been caring and attentive to me again and again, taking care of me in every possible way.

Teacher, I want to thank you for giving me knowledge so that I won't get lost in the dark; Thank you for teaching me to create with my own brain and hands, so that I can realize my self-worth in my life; Thank you for your teaching, knowledge and imagination, and for teaching me how to build a life! Teacher, today is your festival, and I want to say to you: Thank you for your hard work! Happy Teachers' Day!

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