SPEACH CONTEST

My favorite music

Once a boy told me, listen to the nocturne like blue raindrops falling slowly.From then on began to fall in love with this song, I want to love is to love the man you love like everything.

Essay 3

Out of the window, the wind, how much the wind through the window screening, wrapped in light tobacco, permeates every corner of the room, I quietly listening to the wind rustled hair tip, the wind flow over a slice of the absolute, suddenly, a kind of indescribable lost.Met a no return, the wind blows, scattered, only leaving alone lonely figure and a pair of incomplete picture.I have been use adhere to insist, but every story rises under the sink, have only themselves to blame is always can't catch the warm moment, and every gaze, only ACTS to dye the eyeful of burnout.Wind continue to blowing, through time and space, all the dust, burying those messy footprints, the colours of the multicolored faded past time, when all is tender stay faded years, I don't know, the wind will blow me to where, hovering around the time of the ferry, I began to see the scenery around me, everything is very beautiful...
Loiter time frivolous and impulsive, a pot of drifting, and product and I do and always keep chasing the footsteps of time, constantly looking for can become eternal scene, along the way, but always can't find the end.With a period of the past, I silently the reciprocal of the pale and gorgeous past, don't know how much a romantic time, fisherman's song and sing for how many years later.I count the time, everything seemed to have gone far, all of the chapters, as the calendar yellowing gradually become incomplete, some stubborn, will eventually melt on time.When joyful dance, I can not afford time to carefully review, the fate of reincarnation, is urging me steps of the long march, however, the vast sky, but I don't know in which direction the, perhaps, really far away from a distance, as far as my eyes can't touch, and maybe, what also have no distance, only pale cloudy days.
Time is lost, light a warm season, lonely the passing of time.Years gorgeous coat, I'll miss turn head to look at, but found, the years of wind and frost, already erased all the smile is like a flower, I alone on a corner of the, looking back at the heavy floating past, never know the empty bags, only tired.Listen to the years in the long river flows slowly, how to run a wisp of ink, with gentle words and complained of a kind of mood, record every moving and warm, can be in the hands of the pen, how to also could not write a heart feeling.Walk on the changes in temperature of the time, I began to doubt, in this world, whether really exist forever.Time like a sword, time, so, please allow me to wipe a little smile into attitude to the old time, then look at the distant to the wind, far away the cloud, let disappear from years.

Essay 2

Different between people, not gender difference, is not of the age difference, more not differences of fate, but the differences of thought.
We are struggling to find a true love, only to find that love actually is on your side, just you I overlooked.
When love is approached step by step, may have missed the season of love, sometimes is also a beautiful accident, perhaps the stipulations of the previous generation?Perhaps is the fate of this life to start?Beautiful love aftertaste letting a person, let people recall, though some unsatisfactory ending, love itself is a circle, each of us is just circle of a semicircle, and the partner can you painted round edge?What on earth are the passage of love you, what will come out of?
We almost all have already 20, maybe some of the more than 20, perhaps also some less than 20, but love has nothing to do with age, may be in your cognitive feeling we never encounter true love, is because of you such idea, you will be in each relationship didn't mean to talk about.

Essay 1

Memory, a fine blue HuaBuShan, wear for years.Quietly elegant, simple and beautiful, graceful and restrained.It is that time, the best scenery, like QiaoEr, like liu sanjie, like the tractor driver...Is also a symbol of an era of change.Often think of that era, enthusiasm, sincerity, and that s innocence.People hope for the rich and powerful, beautiful, prosperous.That s pure as snow, no pollution, that s, barren land, eager to moist, to explore, to seek, in the wilderness to find the way.Is the s, although it was a blue HuaBuShan, but in the years of large and small, sweet and days.For many years, hang clothes cupboard, day rich expanded several times, light memory, the thin blue HuaBuShan, but still good, still beautiful;Still decorated with gone missing

You don't understand me, I don't blame you

Everyone has a line of tears,Drink cold water, brewing into tears.I put the sad humiliation there.You don't understand me, I don't blame you.Everyone has a period of confession,Uneasy and uncomfortable, but full of sincerity and courage.I put the most lyrical language used in there.You don't understand me, I don't blame you.You never see I love you,Because I only when see you, only love you.Also, you never see my most lonely time,Because I only when you can't see me, just the most lonely.Maybe, I too will hide his grief.Perhaps, I too will comfort their wounds.Maybe, I in your eyes, too will take care of yourself,So, you never consider my feelings.Do you think, I can very quickly recovered,Some selfish thought.From rain to the sun, I passed the muddy, pass by the wind.Along the way, you never understand me, I also didn't blame you.I'm not in order to show his generosity,Also, not to reflect her generosity.Just want you to let me know, not emotions, there is no blame

Pray for the horse boat peace

Recently heard the horse boat missing, feel very sad, hope that the horse can peace, could be found as early as possible, hope the families can not.Saw some pictures in the Luo Shida, feel very meaningful, this world is very united, every one have the same heart