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"Bird Song"
Yang Xinrui
The sixth grade class of Democracy West Road Elementary School
I am the messenger of the forest, nature gives me life, and I will give it a piece of life.
I am a proud man in the sky. The cool wind, the drifting clouds, I hid quietly above the clouds. At this time, I cling to the heart of the sky, chanting gently, the flowing water accompanies me, and the breeze cheers for me.
I am the spirit of the mountains, always in groups of wild, noisy with excitement, flying everywhere like a whirlwind. Introduce sunlight into the shadows of the leaves, add color to the gray life, and immerse everything in the unrestrained joy.
In the first rays of the morning sun, I like to string seven different notes into a beautiful song, entangled, overlapping, transparent, like a feather sliding down the fountain of song. At noon, when the sun was shining, I called on friends and friends to come to a brisk musical rain, scattered, suddenly, sprinkled in the sky, drenching everything wet, immersed in a piece of life, as if it were a sonata.
In the middle of the afternoon, the autumn sun is hazy and gentle, and it wears a mysterious veil for the earth. Go up the hill and close your eyes. I sang in a hundred tones, reverberating between the peaks and streams in the valley. Have you heard the message of nature from this wonderful music? So what else can people do but open their hearts?
Composition submission time: 2021/9/17 22:27:25