Lyric prose works about singing

Singing often brings out pictures in your mind, and your emotions will be emotional because of lyrics or songs. Every note and sound of the song will make your mind relaxed and active, your body beat and stop, and your mood will laugh and cry. The following are lyric prose works about singing that I brought to you for appreciation.

Lyric prose works about singing: singing is still in my ears

In the twelfth lunar month, there are always fish-scale snowflakes floating in the sky. One day at noon, I curled up by the fire and took a nap. Suddenly, a crisp and pleasant ringtone woke me up from a trance. Look carefully,? Yo! ? Isn't this Xiao fen, who was transferred to our city six months ago? Hey! ? There was a buzz, and there was a buzz like a bee in the microphone. I opened my mouth and said, Hello, Miss Pink! She choked up and cried sadly. From her intermittent sobs, I learned that she was suffering from an acute infectious disease (typhoid fever) and was being treated in the hospital.

Before I could comfort her, she suddenly threw me a sentence: I'm dying! ? He hung up at once. Looking at the heavy mobile phone in my hand, I watched it carefully in wait for a while, and my thoughts were brought into that summer vacation two years ago.

That summer vacation, I stayed in school nursing school. One day, I was about to go out when suddenly a fashionable girl came to our school, wearing an elegant and fashionable lace dress and carrying a black backpack. Before I could say hello to her, she came to me in high spirits. A few commonplaces, I already know that she is a Chinese teacher who will be transferred to our school from a remote mountain school. She said that she was visiting the school. Her elegance and gentleness made me unconsciously introduce her to the long history of the school and the surrounding human landscape. When talking with her about the teaching staff and the internal management of the school, a happy smile appeared on her face. When she left, she looked at the school affectionately and then at me. From her tearful eyes, we can guess that the girl must have some unknown story. I was disappointed to see her leaving in a hurry.

At the beginning of the new semester, she took the initiative to undertake the Chinese teaching and class teacher work for the graduating class. Busy education and teaching work makes her breathless, and sometimes she is too lazy to go home on weekends.

I am a student with nowhere to run. Countless bloody nights, she invited me to sit in the shade of the campus, watch the afterglow of the sunset and the purples of the sunset, and talk about the story of the soul. Every time, she always has a kind of sympathy and resentment that is hard to let go. When I learned that she was deeply in love, I felt sorry for those reckless men who didn't know how to cherish their passion. Facing a girl who has no self-confidence and is on the verge of collapse, I sincerely encourage her to face the reality, get out of the shadows and accept various challenges. Under my influence, slowly, she finally reconsidered her life, became cheerful and finally had the confidence to be a man.

She is a very kind girl, which is not found in the walking dictionary of her life? Jealous? If you can't find resentment in other people's words, curse others. She mingles with the students, and many students call her sister teacher. She likes laughing, singing and dancing. She often sings the charm of spring, the richness of summer, the decline of autumn and the warmth of winter to the clouds in the sky.

I think, is it easy for such a young female teacher with emotional appeal, love, connotation and vigor to be overwhelmed by illness? My soul suddenly rises a kind of pity for jade. I put on cotton-padded clothes, called a colleague around me and went to the county hospital far from the school in the snowstorm.

When I entered the hospital, I saw her lying in a hospital bed with an infusion tube in her left hand. The white bedding tightly wrapped her weak body and set off her sallow face. The liquid medicine in the infusion tube dripped into her blood, defeated the stubborn devil who challenged her and awakened her trance-like mind.

We stood in front of her, and she was not surprised, and her expression was wooden. I called her name softly, and her throat choked and tears streamed down her face. Seeing us smiling at her, she pursed her lips and trembled like a bee. Her late gaze and melancholy eyes made me at a loss how to comfort her.

Instead of comforting her with my usual words and deeds, I stood in the middle of the ward with my head down, silently praying that God would bless the good people to live a long life. I don't know whether my piety moved God or the God who dominated her fate moved compassion. Her eyebrows suddenly spread out and she tried to move her weak body. Seeing her struggling, I stopped her movements, comforted her, and made her establish the belief of fighting the disease. She listened to my words, looked at me like a child and nodded silently. Seeing her confident eyes, my hanging heart finally fell down.

I moved my feet like a root, gently approached the windowsill and pushed open the closed window lattice. The snow outside is getting heavier and heavier, and the white snow sets off the ward. Her sallow face is more gaunt and pale, but her deep eyes reveal the brilliance of perseverance and even self-improvement, and her cheeks show a sweet smile. Seeing her mood suddenly enlightened, my hanging heart finally fell to the ground and waved her out of the threshold. Suddenly, there were soft songs in the ward, and I stopped to listen. It is Wei Wei's "Dedication of Love", which sings softly, expressing her infinite gratitude to all those who care about her life, interpreting her extraordinary compassion and condensing her beautiful pursuit and infinite yearning for the world.

This is the call of the soul, this is the dedication of love, this is the spring breeze of the world, and this is the source of life. As long as everyone gives a little love, the world will become a beautiful world.

Gradually drifting away, the intermittent singing still lingers in my ears.

Lyric prose works about singing: the singing of mom and dad

When my hometown was harvesting wheat this year, because my third brother was far away in Shenzhen, I specially took a few days off to go back to my hometown to help. It's past ten o'clock in the evening. In my hometown in the countryside, the noise peculiar to the busy farming season gradually quieted down. My parents and I have been busy all day. I am very tired. I just opened the book and prepared to read it. Suddenly, a song started.

? Mai Miaoxiang, Cai Huang, Chairman Mao came to our farm?

I listened carefully. This is a song from my parents' room. A son can tell his parents' voices correctly. Yes, it must be their voices! When I heard this song, I felt particularly shocked and strange! Because this is the first time I have heard my parents sing since I was a child.

It has been more than 30 years since I can remember. I really didn't know mom and dad could sing! When I was a child, I often heard my parents constantly quarreling about family chores; I have lived in junior high school since 16 years old. Maybe I have been too busy at work and seldom go back to my hometown. It's been 24 years, more than 8600 days! But the cumulative number of days I went back to my hometown with my parents adds up, and I estimate that it may not exceed one hundred days. As a son, I am really ashamed!

Mom and dad are the same age as the Republic of China, and they are sixty years old this year. They have worked hard all their lives, and their white hair has long since crawled out. My father is taller and thinner, but he is still strong. Now he is thinner. In the early years, my mother was tall and slightly fat. I came back from Guangdong last year and found that she had lost a lot of weight. What worried me most during my stay in Guangdong was that my mother's blood pressure was always on the high side and she was prone to faint. Every time I call my hometown, the first thing I want to do is ask my parents about their physical condition, so I always tell my brother: Be sure to take good care of my parents and let me know if there is anything at home.

Mom and dad are old farmers. They have no culture and can't recognize a few words. Because my family is poor, I hardly read for a few days.

A few years ago, during the summer vacation, my daughter MengMeng, who was in primary school, and I went back to my hometown together. I asked my mother a very simple word when I was doing my homework. My mother said no, so MengMeng said naughty to her mother. Grandma doesn't even know the word 9. Who told you not to study hard when you were a child? Mother smiled and said to MengMeng. At that time, our family was poor, and we only studied for three years. Now we almost forgot. ? Later, I remember my mother once said to me: When I was studying, your grandfather said reluctantly? What do girls study? . Your father is a little better than me. If he studies for another year, he will come back to herd sheep after four years. ?

Alas! In that poor era, the children of poor families were hungry, and even the minimum survival was not guaranteed. What other schools can they go to? Probably learning and making revolution are all things for the rich!

There is a public service advertisement in CCTV that says it well: parents are children's first teachers. ?

Although mom and dad are ordinary old farmers, they have the noble qualities of being friendly and good-neighborly, honest and selfless, simple and kind, hardworking and kind, and persevering. It was their virtue that had a profound influence on me, and they silently infiltrated our young hearts. Yes, when we came to this world and opened our eyes for the first time and looked at the world curiously, the first people we saw were mom and dad. Lying in my mother's arms, sucking her mother's milk, being nurtured by my parents, listening to my parents' breathing, bearing the care and edification of my parents. The brilliance of mom and dad makes them the cornerstones and designers of children's psychology, personality and thoughts.

I am proud, I am glad, I am the son of an old farmer! It is this noble character of the old farmers in Guanzhong, such as fraternity, good neighborliness, integrity, selflessness, simplicity, kindness, diligence and perseverance, that influences me subtly, shapes me and perfects me. Only in this way can I stand up again and again in the trough of my life, rush out of one adversity after another and go on tenaciously. These excellent qualities will accompany me all my life and benefit me for life, forever and ever.

In fact, there is a kind of voice that is the most beautiful in the world, and that is the voice of mom and dad!

Although the songs sung by my parents are not up to standard and not very nice, I know they are singing from the heart. They quarreled for nearly forty years, just like Wen Li and Tong Zhi in the TV series "Golden Marriage". Perhaps this is a kind of harmony after decades of running-in between husband and wife. Isn't this harmony between mom and dad exactly what we expect as children?

Then in recent years, with the implementation of the national policy of benefiting farmers, coupled with the efforts of our brothers, the family situation has gradually improved and the family has become much more harmonious. Mom and dad are naturally in a good mood and want to sing.

Mom and dad! The reality is very helpless! I really want to come back to you often and listen to your heartfelt songs again.

Lyric prose works about singing: singing

The touching singing left a long memory. No matter which exciting song, the place where you first heard it, the scene there will remain deeply in your memory. Environment, weather, people, colors, and even the feeling of listening to songs will be imprinted in the depths of memory, just like a movie with sound recorded in it. This film is purely drawn by sound, which draws colors, images and feelings. Every time you hear that song again, movies with that sound will be released one after another. ? Clouds as light as brocade, peaches, plums and apricots? A Song Like's "Spring Flower" is not brilliant, but it brings a whole life of the Enlightenment after the Revolution of 1911. ? We're pioneers? , reflecting a stormy era. ? My home is on the Songhua River in the northeast of China? , depicts the turbulent scene in the early days of War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression.

Think of Yan 'an's songs and miss them infinitely.

Yan 'an's songs are songs of revolution, fighting, labor and the masses. Lenin is commemorating Eugene, the author of The Internationale? Pottier's article says:? An enlightened worker, no matter which country he comes to, no matter where fate throws him, no matter how he feels that he is a foreigner, unable to speak, unaccompanied and far away from the motherland, he can find comrades and friends for himself with the familiar tune of The Internationale. ? We can understand it this way: the internationale is the same voice and language of the proletariat all over the world. We can also look at Yan 'an songs in this way. In Yan 'an, The Internationale was sung most solemnly and universally.

Think back to the chorus conducted by Comrade Xi Xinghai. It was a night in the early summer of 1939, on the flat dam at the foot of Xishan outside the north gate of Yan' an city. The gas lamp gives off bright light. Thousands of people gathered around the gas lamp. The impression seems to be all young people. A small number of people above middle age are also young people's mood, young people's mind and young people's spirit. I remember that I had just returned to Yan 'an from the front. Although I have only been away for four or five months, I am as warm-hearted as going home after a long separation, and I feel warm and intimate when I see everyone. Say hello to everyone, whether you know them or not. All the men and women attending the meeting were dressed in gray uniforms, simple and neat, and all dressed so beautifully. Everyone is talking and laughing, bustling, as if celebrating a happy festival. Yes, this is a happy festival, the first May 4th Youth Day. That night, we listened to the famous report of the great leader Comrade Mao Zedong: the direction of the youth movement.

At this time, it is time for everyone to be very excited and applaud and cheer warmly after the report. Really? High spirits, high morale? ; It's just that in everyone's happiness, there is still no such appropriate description. Everyone chewed and relished the profound significance and warning sentences in the report: The final boundary between revolutionary and non-revolutionary or counter-revolutionary intellectuals depends on whether they are willing to combine with workers and peasants. Most people present at the meeting today come from thousands of miles away, whether they are surnamed Zhang or Li, male or female, they all work in the agricultural sector, and we are all of one mind. ? Chew and memorize these sentences while waiting for the chorus to start.

Open field. In the west is a dark mountain, in the east is the Yanhe River with water and soup flowing, and across the river is Liang Qingshan. To the south are the faint ancient city and the female wall on the city. There is a road in the north, along the Yanhe River, winding through Lanjiaping and Di Qing Prison, leading to the Trilateral Yangguan Avenue. The chorus began, about eleven o'clock in the evening.

At that extraordinary moment, in that memorable place, I heard singing for the first time:

Come in February, good scenery,

Every household is busy farming.

Comrade Xi Xinghai is well-directed, graceful and generous; The movements are full of rhythm and emotion. With the movement of the baton, hundreds of people, no, thousands of people, not yet, seem to be present, tens of thousands of people, singing together. The song is melodious and simple, like a kind of inculcation and a kind of talk, which has been sung to people's hearts and then from their hearts, filling the whole square. Sound waves hit the mountains and the mountains echoed; The sound crosses the Yanhe River, and the river performs accompaniment; After several twists and turns, it echoed back and forth and spread to the distance. Behind the front line in War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression, who hasn't heard or sung that kind of song in Yan 'an?

Singing in Yan 'an has become a trend. Singing in the army, singing in school, singing in factories, villages and institutions. At every meeting, all the teams sang songs back and forth. Often sing before the meeting or during the break. There are almost no gatherings without singing. Lenin wrote about the German Workers' Choir in the 1970s, saying that they were? In the dark, smoky back room of a Frankfurt bar, candles made of fatty oil are used for lighting? . How hard it is to sing in the dark. In Yan 'an, everyone is in a liberated and free land. Why not sing loudly in groups anytime and anywhere? Every time I sing, I sing together, encouraging each other and competing with each other. Sometimes it simply forms a river of songs, a sea of songs, and the songs are uneven, rising again and again, and then singing, singing together, and taking turns, so that you can't tell the beginning and the end, and you can't touch the edge. That's just singing heartily!

When singing, a team has a conductor, and the conductor is mostly versatile, which can make his team sing neatly and forcefully, and can inspire other teams to sing again and enjoy it. At a meeting that likes thousands of people, a conductor stretched out his right hand and pointed forward to sing the first syllable of a song, so that the audience could sing with the same voice. After a song, the conductor closed his arm hard and the song came to an abrupt end. This just turns singing into an idea, a language, and even a command. Thousands of people can unite and organize themselves by singing, marching at a unified pace and listening to a unified command to fight.

Yan 'an songs also have traditions, that is, folk songs in northern Shaanxi.

? Xintianyou? Sing high and long. Blue flower? The song is touching and sad. Most of them praise love, talk about separation and accuse the exploitation and oppression in the old society. In the past, northern Shaanxi was sparsely populated, and it took a long way to meet a village. Only a few families were scattered along the ravine. Working in the fields, or urging animals to lift their feet, two or three people walked hand in hand with dumb animals, so they were lonely enough to tell their worries, so they sang folk songs. This song drags on for a long time, so it can be heard far away. People have heard this song before they saw it; Or people have gone over the hill and disappeared, and the song is still lingering.

Times have changed, and new tunes and new contents have been added to Yan 'an songs. At that time 20 years ago, it was mainly about revolution, leaders, the war of resistance and production. The songs sung by Yan 'an soon spread to the anti-Japanese base areas, and later spread to the liberated areas one after another. After Japan surrendered, wherever it heard the songs of Yan 'an, it would be liberated. Yan' an's singing method directly became the forerunner of liberation. For example, the song "Three Disciplines and Eight Notices" was sung in the Soviet area and has always been the vanguard of the Red Army, the Eighth Route Army, the New Fourth Army and the People's Liberation Army. This song is sung to the most miserable place of the people and the hardest place to fight on the battlefield. Hearing this song, even children know that the savior of the people has come and Chairman Mao's team has come. It is a torch in the dark, coal in snowy days, and rain in drought. People listen to this song with smiles and tears of love. I even got into the habit of listening to others sing this song as if I were singing it myself. I heard the sound, as if I saw the team at the same time, and I saw the people crowded on both sides of the team to welcome the team. In the crowd, the old people are all uncles and aunts, and the eldest brother, eldest sister-in-law, brothers and sisters in the same year are all relatives. It seems that the team is the masses at the same time, and the masses are also teams, so they can't distinguish. I like this song. I sang it a thousand times and listened to it ten thousand times.

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