Mayday (19 selected articles)

Mayday (1)

I suddenly want to say that it's nice to meet you, Mayday.

I know you because of the Post Adolescent Poems. "Once in a lifetime, it is a poem of courage.". When I was younger than 13 years old, I could not understand too much profound truth. I just think the music of Mayday is really beautiful. Thank you for that encounter that almost passed by, thank you for your music power, let me meet you, Mayday, the first one in life can not be stopped.

In the five years I have known you, everything has been like a dream, from post adolescent poetry to step by step, from creating DNA to Noah's Ark. Time is like an hourglass, always passing by without knowing it. In retrospect, the snowflake flying sky and five stubborn figures appeared in my mind, which was too unreal. Until now, I don't know why I fell in love with a rock band.

I always feel stupid when I recall the little things I loved you at first. Recalling the craziness along the way, I am proud of you and myself.

In 2009, I like the year of Mayday. I want to get a reply from A Xin's blog, a signature from Mayday, and hope that Mayday knows its existence. In Sheng Xia, 13 years old, I said that when I was 18 years old, I must go to see a Mayday concert. But that year, I missed your Changsha DNA.

10 years, the first year of communication with five fans. I have connected to your concert and farted and chatted with five fans. Never understand "living above and living below" to start thinking about your own life. That year you ended your tour and were ready to retire.

Eleven years, a year when the mind gradually matures. Because of you, I also want to change the world by myself. Good night day after day, writing inspiring logs and lyrics. Because I believe, as you do, that sincerity can change to sincerity, and warmth can change people's hearts. That year, I went to see Dream Chasing 3DNA, and I caught up with the dream.

In 12 years, the last year, I worked so hard and pursued my dreams for the first time, went to your concert for the first time, liked myself so much for the first time, felt so close to May Day for the first time, and felt that I was the five fans that could make you proud for the first time.

In 13 years, I had many unhappy memories. Also in this year, I took you from an inspiring force to an inseparable companion. Thank you for your understanding and company this year. For the first time, I went to see your movie without an adult.

Even after watching the concert for almost 30 times in the first day, you will still cry. Even if you cycle your voice every day, you will get different feelings. Even after hearing countless times of fried chicken memories and the experience of casting demo, you still want to give you countless praises. Even if everyone thinks you are not handsome, I still think you are shining with male gods, Even though many people call you hypocritical, I think this is the real rock that can change the world.

Every time I see the other five fans telling their stories about Mayday, I think they have a good understanding of Mayday. But I can't remember all your lyrics, haven't seen many videos of your concerts, and even your stories, I don't know a lot. So, am I really the Five Mysteries? But I try to become the person I like for you. I think this is what you want to see most.

I don't understand the difference between May Day before and after 2003. In my impression, over the years, you haven't become bad, just grow up.

The rebellion in the rolling car turned into the memories in the laughter and forgetting songs, and the dullness I knew turned into the sigh of suddenly missing you, and the contentment in an apple turned into the helplessness in the life above and below. Compared with post adolescent poems, Second Life has more heartache and helplessness.

From 17 year old first love to post adolescent helplessness, it still brings us a kind of power called youth dream.

In our young years, we will spare no effort to find a so-called peer who thinks he is a bosom friend, to find a support point and excuse for our young frivolity, to promote our decadence and depression. In the brilliant youth like midsummer, we will gradually hate that our youth is buried in the same day, and hate to see some of our own light and edges and corners are smoothed by many helpless trivia inch by inch. You have entered my life in this way, with the perfect combination of guitar and drum, the bass's low voice alternating with the lead singer's voice, or the combination of rock or lyric arrangements and the most touching lyrics. The restlessness of youth, the jumping of blood and the feeling of sadness are exactly the same as my frequency. Thank you, thank you young and mature, accompany me to grow up and teach me to live.

When everyone treats dreams as affectations, stubbornness as childishness, hard work as groans without illness, and cowardice as truth, you choose another path that only simple people will choose. You regard dreams as beliefs, stubbornness as persistence, hard work as truth, and cowardice as air. You bravely guard your dreams, use your talents to prop up ambition, talk big, and speak hard, and then force yourself to do what you want. This is also the life I want. Thank you for walking in front of me and telling me what is called "life is possible only with dreams".

A Xin said that he once slept for only one hour for five days. I was too sad to speak after hearing that. I really want to ask you, are you really happy now?

Once you would feel empty and unforgettable for the end of the concert, but now you are exhausted and just want to rest. Once you could freely go shopping and eat roadside stalls in flip flops, but now you have to wear thick masks and hats. Once you wrote songs just because you liked them, but now you have to face countless comments and criticisms.

A Xin said: If this dream makes you happy, you must stick to it.

After more than 10 years of gritting your teeth, I think you will still feel happy playing music and warm for the tacit cooperation of your peers. Thank you, I remember your songs, and also remember the five of you, thank you for your music really through my heart.

More and more people believe in animals, more and more people comment on content that has nothing to do with your microblog, and more and more people fight with other fans. In fact, I feel a little uncomfortable. As you said, we are your sweet burden. Perhaps this burden is greater than sweetness. Will there be a moment when you really think we are bored? Every time I see Liu Jiaxin and Lin Youjia, I will be moved. I hope that in the future, we mobs will become dreamers who can make you proud.

Now I have a lot of negative energy, and I want to say sorry to you. In the new year, which is also the last semester of senior three, I will try my best to become a better person, become the five fans that make you proud, and become the person I like.

Maybe my self-improvement tunnel is very long. Until now, I haven't really had the courage to face everything. Thank you for accompanying me through so much loss and loneliness before. Can you continue to accompany me through this dark self-improvement tunnel until the light from the exit shines? Thank you for your music. Let me sing my heart, tell my mood and give me the encouragement I need on the basis of understanding me every day when I am not understood, every time I am left in the crowd, and every time I fail. Thank you for accompanying me with your music, when no one can see me.

Some people say that Ah Xin, Monster, Martha, Stone, Guan You are different from Chen Xinhong, Wen Shangyi, Cai Shengyan, Shi Jinhang and Liu Yanming. The former is Mayday, and the latter is a freer ordinary person.

What I want to say is that I like Ah Xin, Monster, Martha, Stone and Guan You's persistence in music, courage in life, and stubbornness in the face of countless turbulent times. I also like the friendship between Chen Xinhong, Wen Shangyi, Cai Shengyan, Shi Jinhang and Liu Yanming. I like their truth and kindness.

"Why do you like Mayday?"

"Because they are not others, they are Mayday"

You have already passed your youth, and now you are still trying to grasp the tail of youth. You have become adults, but you are still doing your initial dream. You are cynical, but you write warm songs against the world. You sell cruelty, but bring many people back to the city of courage from the edge of despair. You are gentle and stubborn singers, singing out the feelings of orphans living in this crazy world. You use your own actions to resonate with us with your unique rock and roll, accompanying this group of homeless children who have no sense of security in the troubled world.

It's too light to say thank you. May Day, we will surely catch up with our dreams and become the people we want to be like you. If you are tired, take a rest. We will give you a holiday. Three years later, I swear that I will take my dream to see you.

Some people say that I hear Mayday is a world of fantasy. What's wrong with that? At least in this fantasy world, I found my bosom friend, found resonance, and found my own stubbornness.

Thank you for your company along the way, for your persistence in music, and for your efforts to change the world. I never regard you as my dream, and never feel that you are the whole of my life, but you are always the most important part of my life, the most indispensable part. Maybe in the future I will compromise with life and bow to reality, but I will certainly get the power of rebirth from your music. Falling in love with Mayday is my proudest insistence in this life.

so what? Let's go together.

Hi, Ah Xin, monster, Martha, Stone, Guanyou, and everyone who loves Mayday. Nice to meet you. I'm Nancy the Five Fans, always.

Mayday (2)

5 p.m., May 5, 2015. In 365 days of May, there are nine ordinary days and one subtle special day. With a little surprise, and more of it, of course. Looking aside, Mayday has accompanied me for nearly six years. One is neither too long nor too short, and never leaves.

In those hurried time, people often ask, what is youth? What is Mayday again? Every time I hear these words, I always smile and squint, with a firm belief in my eyes and a glimmer of light, or it is called happiness. So what is Mayday like——

Mayday is the unique sweetness of people who don't like sugar. Five big clean boys have never grown old in the besieged city for the rest of my life - their music may appear in buses, bookstores, shopping malls, supermarkets, or even in the old canteen at the school gate. In short, they exist in a corner of our life, neither big nor small nor impartial. Whether it's a sunny day when we are in a good mood, a cloudy day when we do nothing and sometimes get dazed, or a rainy day when we hold our heads together and cry bitterly until we die, Mayday will charm us with their unique voice, bring us the sweetness that warms our hearts, accompany us all the way and never leave.

Mayday is the firm belief of those who have lost their dreams. For those of us who are in adolescence, dreams always feel so distant and nihilistic, dispensable. But when we recognize the cruelty of reality and the indifference of worldly wisdom, we will begin to miss those days with dreams or dreams. The burden of life and social pressure once made us unable to breathe. So we just want to survive in such a stressful day, and begin to drift away from our original dream... Mayday is above survival, and the time below life brings us a ray of light, as if the only temperature left in that dark day. They are not the gods in the sky, but rely on the absolutely warm music to become the gods we believe in. They sing and walk all the way and never leave.

Rubbed his temples, but he didn't feel tired at all. Suddenly, I felt that Mayday and their music were always the attitude of our life and our day. They carry our ideals, give us strength and encourage us to move forward. Looking back on the past, we just want to smile in our life. Life is not as bad as we thought. The suffering that has passed is no longer qualified to shout with us. The stubborn Mayday has brought us strength, taught us the attitude of life, accompanied us every day, and never left.

What did youth take away? What did Mayday leave behind? We hang out with all kinds of people every day, but really say some nonsense, smile in the face of some misunderstandings, and sing some dreams with Mayday stubbornly. Everyone has a dream, everyone has youth, and the ups and downs in life have made us bloom and fall several times. To our relief, 365 days, every day is May. Mayday spent every day with us in that small walkman and never left.

Mayday (3)

May is a sunny day, with grass growing and warblers flying, birds singing and flowers fragrant. It is a good time for spring outing. My sister and my mother came to my grandfather's house in the countryside to experience the happy life of the original ecology.

Just getting off the bus, I saw the boundless green fields. The golden rape flowers were gone, replaced by a large area of bent rapeseed. The unique fragrance of rape lingers on the tip of the nose. The rape straw is covered with full fruits, like an arrow ready to be launched, or a boat about to sail. They press me, I squeeze you, one after another, one after another, what a bustle! My mother peeled off a fruit and patiently said to me, "Look, the seeds here are still green now, but by June and July, the seeds will become dark brown, which is the raw material for pressing rapeseed oil!" After listening to my mother's explanation, I suddenly realized that rapeseed oil comes from this way!

Then we went to the place where we planted broad beans with our grandparents. The broad beans here have just matured. They are green and "honest" and fall down on the branches, just like full green insects lying in the sun among the leaves to sleep! Grandpa said that when picking broad beans, we should pick the big and hard ones, because the small and soft ones are not yet fully mature. Don't trample the root when picking, or broad beans will not grow in the future. After listening to grandpa's reminding, we began to go deep into the dense broad bean cluster carefully. I opened my eyes wide and searched for the target. Those big and thick beans were quietly hiding around the root of beans. I was quick with my eyes and hands. I just needed to pull them down, and I could collect them without falling. At this time, my sister was also very excited and cried out: "Brother, come here quickly, the beans here are much bigger!..." In the fragrance of beans and leaves, I bent over, sweating and happy. Soon, I found that the basket was almost full, so we returned with a full load of laughter.

Start peeling broad beans! Peel along a line on the back of the bean pod, and you can see the broad bean babies are lying on the soft and white beds. They are like emeralds, nestled neatly in the oval "bed". At one end of the bean, there is a goose yellow stem, like a wide open mouth and curved eyebrows. It's very interesting!

After peeling broad beans, just when I wanted to have a rest, Grandma took my sister and me to the river bank mysteriously, and fished out a long fish cage from the water. The bottom of the cage was full of small fish, shrimp, and even small crabs. Then Grandma pulled out two fish cages from the water like a juggling act. There were also many lively fish and shrimp in the cages. My sister and I screamed, brought the basin, and played with the fish and shrimp. The little fish and shrimp shook their tails and pouted their bottoms vigorously, causing the basin of water to splash. My sister and I were hard to escape.

Sitting by the river, the cool wind is fine and the trees are green. On the other side of the river, there is an egret resting on a reed pole not far away. It stands leisurely, as if meditating, as if overlooking. I shouted softly, and it flew away with its white wings stretched out. I think, just like this, it's a good day to be free and free without noise and trouble!

My favorite is May Day in the countryside. For a child living in the city, it is indeed a luxury.

Mayday (4)

I don't know that time is too thin.

Or is the finger seam too wide?

We haven't had time to count the time of April.

In a twinkling of an eye, the hurried May has arrived!

In this extraordinary year 2020.

Every month or even every day.

It's scary!

No matter what yesterday brought us.

Or leave us something.

Please click Happy Delete.

Go boldly to greet May Day.

Believe, so many years of suffering.

We've all survived.

The bright future beckons to us!

May we say goodbye to April.

Welcome the arrival of May with a new posture.

As long as there is spring in my heart.

Spring has never left us.

May the road ahead be bright.

We all have the old style.

The spirit of being invincible in every battle.

Stand on every post for life!

Every part of life.

It is a kind of understanding!

Just a lot of times.

We all have to go through the past.

Will understand deeply.

Therefore, life is alive.

There is no need for us to complain.

Yesterday's gains and losses.

There is no need to linger.

Yesterday's beautiful roll like flowers.

If life is destined to experience these.

We might as well carve it into a picture.

A painting scroll with thick ink and heavy color.

Treasured in the depths of memory.

Let it accompany us through.

Every day of life!

In fact, people's life.

Too many things to experience.

Different joys and sorrows!

As long as we understand.

The road of life is secluded.

Wind and rain ride the boat!

Don't be too demanding.

Give yourself to hard work!

Not bound by the success or failure of life.

Manage every section of life well.

Play a good role in every part of life.

It's not hard for you to find out.

Life is just like this!

No one can hold it forever.

Understand the world's rapid changes.

Believe, every part of your way.

It's all different in spring!

May we all see through the fog of life as soon as possible.

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Spring blossoms facing the sea!

Every powerful person.

I have been biting my teeth for a while.

No one helped.

No one supports it.

No one asked for warmth.

Life is like a sea.

Tides rise and fall.

Many people are not defeated by fate and others.

But myself.

Look at those who are getting stronger and stronger.

It's all about paying.

Unknown hardships and efforts.

So, while youth is still around.

Go and make an effort.

When we recall our life in the future.

We can speak to ourselves loudly.

I have lived up to my life.

Every inch of time.

I have no regrets in this life!

Mayday (5)

In high-rise Beijing, three girls walk freely in the street.

Long Xiaoxue: "Xiaoxiao, where is our next destination?"

"Next stop, go to the Bird's Nest! What do you say, Piggy?"

Holly: "I listen to you."

Long Xiaoxue: "Let's..."

Three people said together, "Go?"

Long Xiaoxue, Zhao Xiao and He Li are walking on the road. In the evening, Zhao Xiao said, "NANA, pig, let's compete. Whoever gets to the stairs first will get married first!"

NANA: "Wow, Xiaoxiao, you hate to marry, don't you? Piglet? "

He Li nods.

"I don't care, you should play with me!" Zhao Xiao said with childishness.

NANA: "All right, all right, play with you."

Xiaoxiao ran up the stairs, but Piggy and NANA stood where they were. Zhao Xiao responded and said, "Why don't you run?"

Long Xiaoxue: "We want you to marry first!"

"Well, when I get married, you two will be my bridesmaids!"

He Li: "Xiaoxiao, the bridesmaid can only have one person?"

"I don't care, you will do it anyway," Zhao Xiao said.

Long Xiaoxue said, "Well, well, we all do it."

Then came a burst of hearty laughter.

Love ends on May Day (1). Please look forward to the next film.

Mayday (6)

"Well, do you know Mayday?"

"Oh, is that the band? Why, you like it?"

……

"No, you! Their songs are the favorite of most old people!"

"You nonsense!" I firmly believe, because I know. I know, because my youth is accompanied by them.

"You are like an angel, giving me dependence, giving me strength" - Angel May Day

The lead singer A Xin's deep and soft voice floated into his ears from the MP3 player and whispered what I wanted to say to him most. I couldn't help humming along. I thought I had a good voice, so I practiced every song carefully. Somehow, I was so knowledgeable and had participated in many large-scale competitions that I was in a room without people. I was nervous and sweated because of learning the songs of my idols! listen. Listen attentively. Draw notes one by one and describe words one by one. Half a month later, I ran to my mother's room, proud and nervous to show the results. At the end of the song, my mother was still calm, and her evaluation was the same as that of every song before: "Ouch, good, keep going." Then she continued to stare at the host on TV - staring. I am not reconciled! I firmly believe that Mayday is different from others! Everyone should think like me! What's the problem? It will not be an idol, so it must be my problem! So I practiced harder, learning Ashin to compose music, write lyrics and sing songs. In order to perform better, I even "touch" the instrument industry that has never dared to pry into for 13 years - a few picks, a tuner, a sandhi clip, a guitar.

Every night the sound of the piano is continuous.

"I will never let myself be wronged for a second" - Leave the Earth's Surface May Day

No one can stand such crazy practice. The first person who "stormed" was my mother: "It's so noisy! Can you sleep?" She glared at me, grabbed my guitar and put it into the guitar box. I didn't dare to squeak, for fear that she would smash my guitar in a moment of excitement! "What are you looking at? Go to sleep!" The door was knocked.

There was nothing to say overnight. This may be the most dangerous quarrel between my mother and me, but it is also the quietest quarrel. From that day on, I still went my own way and my mother beat me every day to let me give up. But I had to practice every day once every two days, once every three days, once every week, once every month... At last, there was only one thought left in my mind: "I can't stand it anymore!"

"I'm not afraid of thousands of people to stop me, but I'm afraid of my own surrender" - "Stubbornness" May Day

After the break, my mother gradually compromised and no longer objected. The cocoon at the fingertip of the left hand has changed for several generations, and the enthusiasm has been gradually extinguished day by day. Finger gently swept the string, and was surprised to find that the sound reverberated in the house was surprisingly loud. Thinking about my mother's daily hard work, I felt how selfish I was, and my love for Mayday did not seem so warm. Suddenly I felt that my efforts were somewhat funny. It was too early to see the Mayday concert, and how could they find me to join? Dream disillusionment, but still warm.

"Looking at the starry sky alone at this moment, the past has never changed" - Starry Sky, May Day

A week later, when I came home from school, I saw my mother carefully wiping the guitar: "Hey, girl likes you so much, what can I do?" She was still gentle, as if all her anger before was just a disguise. She turned her head and hit me with her eyes. Smile at each other, everything is in silence.

Since then, I am no longer obsessed with the sky in May, but like a small bridge and flowing water.

Mayday (7)

The spring breeze is blowing, and the warm sunshine is spreading all over the sky. The gentle wind is wanton, but it brings "snow".

Will it snow in May? Impossible, not to mention the sunny weather? I'm a little curious. He stretched out his hands and waited for the snowflakes to fall. When I fell into my hands, I felt a little soft, like cotton candy, white and soft. "Snow" is chasing the wind and dancing in the sky. Some danced a beautiful waltz; Some are gliding on the wind slide; Some are like snow-white fairies, clustered together and playing; yes , we have.

I was attracted by the beautiful scenery in front of me, walked among the poplar trees, looked at the "snowflakes" flying in the air, smelled the fragrance of nature, and listened to the music of spring. Let me think of the charm of nature. I can only use: "snowflakes" to describe the beautiful scenery at that time, only in May, when lotus flowers are romantic, grass grows all over the country, and the wind blows willows and willows to touch my heart, just like being in a fairyland.

We can still see the "snow" in May, the magic "snow", without the biting cold wind and the ice formed by water drops.

Mayday (8)

In May, the warm spring has gradually gone away from us, and sweat appears on the workers' forehead under the bright sun. Although the heat is still waiting for us, we are full of expectations for summer, because without the tempering of Lieri, how can there be the joy of autumn harvest?

This is like the battle without gunsmoke a month later - college entrance examination. Although this battle is cruel, it is a booster for us to surpass ourselves and realize our dreams and life values.

After 12 years of hard study, it's almost harvest time. Looking back on the innocence of primary school and the rebellion of junior high school, I can face this life test so calmly today. Maybe it's too much wind and rain, maybe it's full of confidence.

A month is not long, close your eyes, and it will be fleeting; One month is not short. I can also do countless questions, understand a lot of knowledge, and then grow a little taller, so that I can easily cross the threshold of college entrance examination.

The evening in May is beautiful, standing alone at the bridge, listening to the beat of running water. After all, like my classmates, the fear and fear that lurked in my heart came out unconsciously: What if I failed in the college entrance examination? Indeed, there is a saying that "when God closes a door for you, he also opens a window for you." But I am also afraid of the hard work of "turning over the window" after the university door is closed, and more afraid of "turning up the window" and then falling down.

Standing for a long time, suddenly, the scene in front of me made me think: if the river does not meet the stones blocking the way, how can it play a cheerful flowing song, how can it stir up snowy waves? How to write heroic poems of life if you don't experience frustrations and hardships. I think that a magnificent life must experience countless severe tests and painful baptisms to show the most brilliant glory of life.

Youth without tears is incomplete, and life without frustrations is too ordinary. If the college entrance examination is successful, I will continue to struggle after entering the university, ride the wind and waves, and never give up; If I fail in the college entrance examination, I will get up with a smile. If I can't walk, I will run; If I can't run, I'll jump; If I can't jump, I'll make a big leap!

Friend, don't worry at this moment. Since we are destined to encounter difficulties and obstacles, we can only improve ourselves and prepare for all hardships at this moment.

In one month, bid farewell to the wonderful NBA arena, let all the "Premier League" and "La Liga" "suspend" and "drive the F1 car into the garage"

In a month, the youthful and sour initiation will not end, but at least it has marked a powerful ellipsis;

In one month, let all the troubles and distractions go to hell, and let the daily life be dull but full;

In one month, let our words become more gorgeous and meaningful, use mathematical, physical and chemical formulas to perfection, and recite English words fluently.

A month later, it's not terrible.

The sky in May is very beautiful.

Mayday (9)

I suddenly want to say that it's nice to meet you, Mayday.

I always feel stupid when I recall the little things I loved you at first. Recalling the craziness along the way, I am proud of you and myself.

I don't understand the difference between May Day before and after 2003. In my impression, over the years, you haven't become bad, just grow up.

From 17 year old first love to post adolescent helplessness, it still brings us a kind of power called youth dream.

A Xin said that he once slept for only one hour for five days. I was too sad to speak after hearing that. I really want to ask you, are you really happy now?

A Xin said: If this dream makes you happy, you must stick to it.

"Why do you like Mayday?"

"Because they are not others, they are Mayday"

Some people say that I hear Mayday is a world of fantasy. What's wrong with that? At least in this fantasy world, I found my bosom friend, found resonance, and found my own stubbornness.

so what? Let's go together.

Hi, Ah Xin, monster, Martha, Stone, Guanyou, and everyone who loves Mayday. Nice to meet you. I'm Nancy the Five Fans, always.

Mayday (10)

What a warm name.

In my mother's time, it seems that only the Little Tigers and Mayday were popular. However, the disintegrated Little Tigers are almost out of people's sight, and that May Day, until now, is my warm name. So that this is the only connection between my mother and me that we appreciate.

When it comes to the struggle of Mayday, it is obvious to all. As long as people like Chinese idols, no one will know Mayday. At a certain moment, this name has been embedded in the second hand of the era, running at a high speed, and at a certain moment, it was knocked, making the sound of another era. They may be sharp or deep, but only those who understand them can understand them.

It can be said that the song of Mayday is a symbolic representative of an era, which can baptize people's hearts. Compared with Soda Green, the voice of the home court is different, but the power to attack the hearts is equal. The words that have been cleared by both groups are famous in some aspects. Soda Green will not mention it here. Mayday has written songs for many colleagues. When she occasionally glimpsed a magazine interview on Zhang Yunjing's wishes in 2011, she was very excited and said: I hope to find Pai Daxing and A Xin in life to write a song for her. According to her memories, She used to wait all night at the ticket office for a ticket of Mayday's concert, but when she got it, she almost fainted. She was so happy. Last year, a song "shero" made its debut for s.h.e again, and the concert was even more grand.

But unfortunately, to exaggerate, Mayday is almost 50 years old. Sometimes I want to be selfish, hoping that they will stay in adolescence and break into love. At the end of the year, the sales of the last album, "Poems after Adolescence", was second only to "Through the Trilogy" in the record industry I know. However, Mr. Zhang's album was sold at an absolute super low price because of a period of change of clothes.

As a saying goes, those who have not seen Mayday's concert do not know what madness is, and the title of returning king should be Mayday. Almost every concert has to pay overtime fees. I still remember their first concert at the Taipei Arena, and I don't know how many tears they earned. Like many others, Mayday has gone through many hardships and made great efforts. Sit in front of the computer and laugh with them, cry with them, watch the concert live inexplicably scream, and then scream together. used to it. The first time I searched for their mv on the Internet, I watched the first scene of "Stubbornness". Although I had seen it before, I was still very excited when I saw the album of God's children dancing. Especially when I listened to a song, the background wall was replaced by people, and many ordinary people of all kinds supported each other with their own strength, fans everywhere cried.

The once short departure has brought about more wonderful people. Although there is a gap in age, they are still as energetic as young people, like new things and are funny.

The concert is called the City of the Sky, and the song is also called the City of the Sky, which is the memory of that era.

And you are the rainbow that will never disappear

Mayday (11)

"My dear sister, please tell me! Otherwise, I will die because of my conjecture. You don't have the heart to look at a living life, so it's gone?" Long Xiaoxue asked anxiously.

The lady smiled and said, "Come with me!" She dropped the sentence and left.

Long Xiaoxue hurriedly follows.

Into the elevator

Press the 25th floor on the top floor

"Sister," Long Xiaoxue asked in a low voice.

"What's the matter?"

"As a matter of fact, aren't all the top level bosses?"

Laugh without speaking.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Long Xiaoxue didn't ask any more questions.

Here comes the elevator

"Follow me!"

Long Xiaoxue thought to himself: Where are you taking me?

Go to an office and go to the front.

The lady knocked at the door first and said, "Boss, I've brought you!"

Long Xiaoxue thought: Is this the rhythm of kidnapping me? Or do you want to kill people? What's in it? Boss， It's the boss! Why did you bring me here? But is the boss handsome? Is it male or female? (N words are omitted here) "You go down and let her in!" has a magnetic male voice

"Miss, please come in!"

The administrator made a "please" gesture to her!

"Sister..." Long Xiaoxue said with a tearful voice.

"It's OK, not to kidnap you, not to kill you!" Talk about it

"How do you know what I'm thinking?" Long Xiaoxue regretted after saying that!

"Miss, please come in!"

Long Xiaoxue took small steps, bit her lip, and slowly walked into the office step by step.

Long Xiaoxue looks up. It's really good to match He Haokun's eyes.

Long Xiaoxue opened her eyes wide and asked in surprise, "It's you!"

He Haokun smiled faintly. "Why did you bring me here?"

"Nobody told you that your job is my exclusive assistant?" "Exclusive assistant?"

One day ago, "Lin Hao!" He Haokun called, leaning against the swivel chair.

"Boss, what is it?"

"Last time I asked you to help me choose one of the interviewees to be my assistant..." I haven't finished.

"Boss, this Sun Kewei has met all her requirements. She is the one we selected."

"I mean, my assistant, I've chosen Long Xiaoxue!"

"Long Xiaoxue? Oh, I remember, but her requirements are not as good as Sun Kewei!"

"Lin Hao, after so many years with me, don't you understand that I never take back what I said?"

"Well, Boss, your words are the imperial edict. I will leave first!"

"Wait a minute, tell the management candidate of the day not to say his name first, and then bring her to me!"

"Yes, emperor, can I leave now?"

"Go down! Go down!"

Grade 5: Sun Xiaoxue

Mayday (12)

"NANA, I've also found a job! I'll apply for it on the first day!" He Li said.

"Really? Great!" Long Xiaoxue sincerely wishes her.

Long Xiaoxue said after a while, "Cough, now, there is a man who eats idle! Are you right? Xiaoxiao?" Long Xiaoxue said to the baby paper who crept toward the door.

Zhao Xiao was found. He pretended to be innocent and went back to bed. He sat down and said, "I didn't want to find it because I didn't want to! Who doesn't want a smart baby paper like me?"

"Are you smart?" Long Xiaoxue asked.

"What a lot! I'll give you the number! You are proficient in addition and subtraction within ten, playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting, but you can't do anything! You have learned notes for 10 years! Are you great? And..."

"Stop! Great genius, do you know what happens when people don't sleep?" Long Xiaoxue said.

"Well... well, if you don't sleep, you will get wrinkles!" Zhao Xiao nodded.

"Honey, I won't sleep again. Listen to your nagging here. I will be late to get the interview results tomorrow!" Long Xiaoxue said with gnashing teeth.

“SO？”

"If you speak, I can't go to bed early, move out of here, rent a big house, and then we will be expelled from the dormitory by the school. As a result, we will show up on the street!"

"Wow! Is it so serious?"

"So serious."

"Is it really so serious?"

"It's really so serious!"

"Is it really so serious?"

"Piggy, is there any transparent glue left?"

"Why?"

"I will shut her mouth!"

"That's a good idea. I'll get it!"

"No, no, I'm not talking! Go to sleep!"

"Turn off the lights!" Zhao Xiao shouted. Then... I really turned off the light.

the second day!

Zhao Xiao is still sleeping under the covers, while He Li is reading at the desk beside him.

"Piggy, I'm leaving!"

"Bye! Remember to treat when you choose!"

"OK, no problem!"

In front of He Group

Long Xiaoxue takes a deep breath and enters the door!

Long Xiaoxue and other applicants entered the waiting area.

Long Xiaoxue's nervous palm sweats a lot.

Start roll call

"Beauty Jing, Zhao Xinran, Zhang Jiaxin, Xu Yingkun, Xie Wei, Chen Zhihao, Sun Kewei... Long Xiaoxue, Cao Yang, Bei Shuang, all right, come with me if you have a name!"

"Yes!" said Long Xiaoxue excitedly.

Entering the room, everyone was waiting eagerly!

"Now let's call the names of Jing Jiaren, the Finance Department; Zhao Xinran, the Miscellaneous Department; Zhang Jiaxin, the Finance Department; Xie Wei, the assistant director of the Finance Department; Chen Zhihao, the Miscellaneous Department; Sun Kewei, the Planning Department;... Cao Yang, the R&D Department; Bei Shuang, the assistant director of the R&D Department. All right, go back and have a rest, and report to work at 7:30 the day after tomorrow!"

All the people left one after another.

Long Xiaoxue was puzzled. Because there was no her in the roll call, he asked the roll call person, "Sister, why is there no me?"

"What's your name?"

"Long Xiaoxue!"

"Oh."

Long Xiaoxue doesn't know what is waiting for him

(For relatives, the Lun family will not write an application. Make do! Star Eye)

Grade 5: Sun Xiaoxue

Mayday (13)

Female pig feet: Long Xiaoxue is lively and active, innocent and fond of laughing. Yu He Haokun is a happy enemy and looks like a Barbie doll. Pisces 1, a fantasy child.

Male pig foot: He Haokun, the big boss of He's Group, is indifferent and changed by Long Xiaoxue after meeting him.

Capricornus. Hostess 2: He Li, very jealous. Later, she fell in love with He Haokun and broke with Long Xiaoxue. She is really a little better than Long Xiaoxue.

scorpio. The second female number two: Lin Mansheng, likes He Haokun. He Haokun only treats her as his sister. She hates Long Xiaoxue. libra.

Man 2: Lin Hao is a subordinate of He Haokun. He Haokun always treats him as a brother. I like Long Xiaoxue.

Hostess 3: Zhao Xiao, the carefree daughter of a rich family, whose identity was revealed at the end. Long Xiaoxue is a loyal friend. Aries.

Man 3: I haven't appeared yet. I like He Li. I have followed him silently and helped him do bad things. Finally, I went to prison with He Li.

libra. Long Tao: Take Long Xiaoxue to the assistant of Boss, Sun Kewei, Cao Yang, Bei Shuang, Chen Zhihao, Jing Jiaren, Zhao Xinran, Zhang Jiaxin... Thank you for supporting my love in May, and I will try my best to finish it as soon as possible! Love you, Momoda!

Grade 5: Sun Xiaoxue

Mayday (14)

In May, I was caressing my back with my gentle hands. A gentle wind blew over willows and the eyebrows of spring buds. The mountains and fields in the morning became more beautiful and colorful. Seeing that the rapeseed in the field turns yellow from green, I know that the rape planted by my mother should also be ripe. It's time to go home and help my mother harvest the rapeseed.

Good weather is needed to harvest rapeseed. Seeing the weather forecast of rain for several days, I planned to go home a few days later. But I heard my mother's anxious tone on the phone, and knew that my mother was worried. So I decided to leave at once in May, dressed in sunset, bathed in early summer sunshine, accompanied by melodious music, and gently stepped on the happy beat. I always feel excited when I go home. Looking at the scenery outside the car, I think of my hometown: at this time, my hometown should be full of rosy clouds, gently blowing with the gentle wind, and all kinds of leaves dance happily with the wind... Thinking about the beauty of my hometown, I felt a little bored recently, just like walking into the quiet jungle, suddenly I felt relaxed and happy!

The weather forecast was quite accurate. It was sunny when we set out from Chengdu, but I don't know when the sky began to darken and rain began to fall. At the beginning, it was big and small, and soon it turned into a rainstorm, and there was no intention to stop on the way. Gradually, it became very difficult for vehicles to move forward in the rain. The thought that my mother's vegetables might get wet and could not be harvested tomorrow also made me feel cold from the relentless rain. The brothers talked and talked, all regretting that they should have gone home earlier. But it's no use now, and I can only face the reality. Since I have returned, I have to collect my mother's rapeseed in any case before returning.

In this way, while carefully driving the vehicle, I blew the Dragon's Gate Array from all over the world. After more than 3 hours' drive, I finally arrived at my hometown town (Guanyin Town). It was still raining suddenly. Thinking that it was too late and the way home had not been completed, I decided to stay in the town. The next morning, the brothers got up early, and the first thing they cared about was the weather. I don't know when the rain stopped. Today should be a good overcast day. The light sunshine shows a charming smile in early summer. So he hurried to his hometown. About 20 minutes later, the car stopped a few kilometers away from the old house and abandoned the car.

Walking under the sky of my hometown makes me feel more intimate. In the morning after the rain, the air is fresh, the light is bright, but it is full of tenderness. It seems to welcome the returning tourists, and it seems to show enthusiasm, making people feel more cordial. In this way, I enjoy the touch of the sun, the air and the familiar smell of soil, as well as the fresh fragrance. When a rural wind blows, it feels like drinking a jar of mellow old wine, which is the most dazzling and irresistible.

May in my hometown is not only cordial, but also the harvest season, and also the starting point for the villagers to place their hopes. Most of the rape seeds have been harvested. Even if they haven't been harvested, the villagers cut the rape branches and put them in small piles. They are pale and golden, which is the color of harvest. The green seedling fields, corn fields and peanut fields are sowing more hope and more future. Yellow and green interlaced into layers of irregular terraces. This is the masterpiece of the earth magic pen, which naturally forms a most simple rural landscape.

Looking at the familiar landscape, stepping on the gentle, tangled land, the mood is comfortable to the extreme. I walked on this country road for many times without any distractions, and the most sacred scenery in my heart was sublimated into a unique beauty in the world at that moment, as if I saw the shadow of children playing on the road in my childhood! All of a sudden, a cuckoo's clear and sweet chirp disturbed my nightmare. It was a long lost local accent. A light wind blew, and in the fresh and slightly earthy air, a seemingly familiar light fragrance drifted from somewhere. It was a refreshing fragrance. She was luring my breath and disturbing my mood. Close your eyes happily, breathe deeply happily, and enjoy yourself! I opened my eyes quietly, penetrated the sunshine, looked up and saw the fragrant locust flowers in the mountains not far away, and my thoughts were led back to the distant past by the intoxicating fragrance of flowers

While still intoxicated with the scenery of hometown, the old house arrived. Hearing our voice, my mother's stool greeted us with a smile in front of the railing of the old house. After a simple conversation, we enjoyed the rich breakfast prepared by our mother. Thinking of the heavy rain last night, we may not be able to harvest the rapeseed today, and our brothers have no intention of working after dinner. But the purpose of this trip was to harvest the ripe rape, so my mother kept urging us to go out, so she took the tools that had been prepared for a long time, and went to my mother's crops. It was hopeless at first. I didn't expect that the heavy rain last night would not affect the harvest of rapeseed, and because the weather was cool after the rain, the harvest was better.

Mother is really an honest farmer. The land is her lifeblood. I can't see how much land is free. She will plant as many crops as there are. At ordinary times, I only know that she has planted a lot of rape, but I really don't know that she can plant so much. She not only has planted all the crops of her brothers, but also has asked a lot of abandoned land of other families in the production team to plant vegetable rape. She doesn't regard herself as an old man in his 70s. Although the brothers all complained, after all, the old man was well intentioned, and we didn't blame him too much. Fortunately, my mother knew that we would come back for harvesting. She cut the rape branches a week ago and put them in piles. Now they are completely dry, so it is more convenient to collect the rape seeds.

I haven't done farm work for many years. Fortunately, the process of picking rapeseed is simple, and I soon found the feeling of the past. I haven't worked with my brothers with my mother for many years. Although the work was very tiring, I was tired and happy. Everyone cooperated, talked and laughed with each other, and more importantly, I felt the joy of family integration and labor. I don't know who mentioned the topic of working together with relatives in the past, the familiar place of responsibility and the familiar scene. I can't help recalling the past of working here with grandma, grandma and father. It's just that things are different from people. When talking and laughing, the brothers always show inexplicable sadness. Only my mother is so optimistic and indifferent to the past sadness, but she always likes to hear that she has done a good job in crops and is very satisfied with her harvest this year.

As the saying goes, many people are good at farming. After a day and a half, mother's rapeseed will be returned to the warehouse. It's really a bumper harvest. My mother has harvested nearly 1500 jin of rapeseed this year. Looking at my mother's happy smile, we couldn't smile. An old man in his 70s, when he thought about it, was an astronomical figure, full of guilt and remorse, and insisted that my mother should not do crops any more! Seeing our firm attitude, my mother loosened her attitude and said, "Next year you will plant saplings in the soil, and I will show you saplings at home, so we won't plant any more.". In fact, we also know that this is the mother's plan to slow down, but also too much blame, just afraid of hurting the old man's heart.

When I returned to the old house after harvest, it was almost dusk. For those of us who have been out of work for a long time, continuous labor is really unbearable, and we feel very tired and tired. After dinner, he lay in bed early and just wanted to relax. When everything quieted down, outside the window, the sound of frogs and insects in the wind continued to be transmitted, and the thoughts were swayed by waves. They seemed to wake up from a long dream. When dusk came, the insects sleeping in the daytime played a serenade together in the fields and dams. Their songs roll up and down in the fields one after another. They are sparse and dense, fast and slow. When the wave valley is quiet, it stops suddenly, but when the climax is high, it sounds like a resounding volley, playing like the sound of nature. The insects here sing and I sing, and the insects there sing and I sing. It's like a piece of extremely harmonious music, and it's like a grand concert in the singing world. But I don't know who is conducting this huge chorus, and I don't know who will conduct this large chorus so perfectly. Perhaps, the boundless countryside is the huge music of frogs and insects, which is the most harmonious note in nature.

Listening to the sound of frogs and insects, smelling the smell of home, I gradually became confused. I heard that my mother was still busy with the farming of tomorrow

Mayday (15)

It is also the beautiful May day in the world. When Mother's Day comes, there is no impulse to write about mothers. Write about the years when my mother lost her happiness for her family, and remember the white hair falling off her pillow.

Mother is a great and firm name full of the love of the world. For this reason, some people often say that maternal love is like water, but I would say that maternal love is also as stable as a mountain, but it is often hidden in the cracks of life. Let's ignore it.

I remember that when I was a child, I fell down while playing in the summer, and my knees were full of blood. I cried bitterly. My mother looked at my appearance at this time, and her originally kind face turned to be without any emotion fluctuation. She calmly said to me sitting on the ground: "Get up and apply the potion." I never thought that my mother would do this to me, I wanted my mother to buy me a toy to calm down this crying. Get up and walk towards the home with stiff legs. At that time, I had a great resentment towards my mother, but now I think of it, my mother is cultivating my unyielding integrity, just like the mother eagle pecking off the young eagle's wings, and then throwing it down the cliff, in order that the child can grow up independently and break into his own sky. I don't know how many times my mother's hand, which was supposed to help me but retracted its sleeves, shook when I fell down. The nails of her clenched hands were embedded in the flesh again.

Recalling all the good things my mother had done to me, I asked myself in the bottom of my heart, what have I done? It is to wipe the table, wash the dishes, sweep the floor, or beat the shoulders and make tea. I've probably done several things! So far, I have forgotten that there is nothing to say about such trivial matters. Compared with the filial piety and respect for mother in ancient times, I can't help feeling ashamed. At this time, just like Mr. Zhu Ziqing, I looked at my parents' aging back and wanted to say something, but my emotion was to choke in my throat and sit for a long time, only with a low sigh, I sigh for my parents' old age, the confused future, and the relentless passage of time. All kinds of aftertaste and regret are only mixed in one sigh, which has made the world warm and cold.

Deep down, I recalled the words in Long Yingtai's "Watching Off" that ran through the whole article, "The so-called father daughter mother son scene only means that the fate between you and him is that you are constantly watching off his back in this life. You stand at this end of the path, watching his disappearing back, and he silently told you with his back: Don't chase." A few words, However, she spoke out the feelings of countless mothers and children. While your back is not far away, get to know your mother and love her. When the mother is cold, put on a sweater for her. When her heart is hurt, comfort her heart, just as the mother treats us.

Mother, it's so nice to have you. With you, I appreciate the warmth of the world. Let me know that there is still sincerity in the world, and the struggle is endless. This is just the right time.

Mayday (16)

Whether you are in school or in society, you have more or less come into contact with composition. Composition is a way for people to express the relevant knowledge, experience and ideas stored in their memory in written form. In order to make your composition more simple and convenient, the following is a 650 word composition on Thanksgiving Mother's Day organized by us. Welcome to read it. I hope you can enjoy it.

Another Mother's Day. On this day, honor and praise belong to every mother in the world. With this wonderful festival, let's give thanks and bless together, and pray that the children of the world will be closer to their mothers and hold hands more tightly.

We are grateful to our mother for giving us the experience of life; We are grateful to our mother for making us thrive; We are grateful for the education and enlightenment that our mother gave us, which enabled us to acquire knowledge and strength; In our life, there will always be difficulties and setbacks. We should be more grateful to our mother for her care and help.

The advertisement once wrote about a touching episode of a little boy washing his mother's feet, but in real life, can every child do it? "A drop of water should be repaid by a gush of water." We may sometimes miss a little care for an unknown person, but turn a blind eye to our mother's great love, and dislike her nagging, or getting angry because of some small things... However, our mother always supports us silently, patiently enlightens and educates us, and gives us support and encouragement.

Mother is as pure as jade and as exquisite as ivory carving. The life watered by mother love is brewing pure beauty and fragrance. We should listen to mother's nagging with a grateful heart, face mother's sternness sincerely, and feel mother's sunny spiritual world

On this warm day, I wish all mothers in the world a happy Mother's Day! A bunch of carnations and a sentence of "Mom, you have worked hard" can make your mother's cheeks bloom again! Let's give our mother more consideration and care, and let our mother and our home be filled with happiness and harmony, then we will usher in a real growth!

Here, I quote a poem: The 'growth' of a child is the mother's hope for rebirth; A child's failure is a mother's bitter tears; A child's success is a mother's happy smile. Children's shoes, for the sake of mother's smile, for the sake of tomorrow's harvest, let us be ambitious and not worried!

Let's start from today, from filial piety to mother, and learn to be grateful! Let's remember the common birthday of mothers all over the world, wash our feet for our mother, beat her hard back, give her a warm hug, a warm blessing, and a grateful smile!

Mayday (17)

I believe everyone will inevitably come into contact with the composition, especially the narrative which occupies an important position. Narrative is a style that reflects life and expresses the author's thoughts and feelings through vivid and vivid events. How should I write this type of composition? The following is a small compilation of hometown Mayday - Grade 6 - Narrative, welcome to read and collect.

During the May Day holiday, our family decided to go to the countryside. We came to the countryside, where the scenery is beautiful.

In the morning, the misty mist was floating in the sky. The big roosters in the farmers' yard were singing one after another, as if to say, "It's dawn! Children go to school, adults go to work in the fields!" When farmers heard the chicken crow, they got up, ate breakfast and fed the chicken, and then sent the little children to school. Send the children and go back to do farm work.

Farmers came to the fields, pulled up their pants and went into the fields to plant seedlings. While inserting, he sang the song "In the Field of Hope", which was very beautiful and beautiful.

In the morning, the sun slowly showed a smiling face, showing us a simple and gorgeous, natural and harmonious picture. The most beautiful thing is the green seedlings in the field.

Walking on the trail, the surrounding hillsides are verdant with lush vegetation. The cuckoo is singing in the big trees around, and the cattle are pulling the plow in the field, very attentive. There are many vegetables in the farmers' fields: cabbage, laver, dog's sprouts, ear twigs

There are many pebbles on the path, and you will fall down if you are not careful. There are several mulberry trees on both sides. The trees are full of purple mulberry fruits. Pick one, wash it, and taste it. Hmm! Sweet and delicious!

In the evening, you can go to the farmer's house as a guest. As soon as you enter the house, you can smell a fragrant smell, including violets and roses

As soon as you arrive at the house, you will see a melon rack, which is full of golden pumpkin flowers. Donggua flowers are unique. There are several orange trees in the field behind the house. The orange flowers withered and produced small dark green oranges, like small emeralds.

After watching the scenery of the farmhouse, I remembered a poem: green mountains, white rivers, and rain like smoke in the sound of Zigui. In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, so when sericulture came, they planted fields.

In the evening, I reluctantly left. I will come again because of the beautiful farm scenery.

Mayday (18)

April is like a young woman with amorous feelings. She has been teasing our senses and skin all the time, which makes our mouths hot and dry. When we lose our clothes and devote ourselves to it, she runs away with a smile again. Only the dejected one adjusts her clothes, shoes and socks, and returns to the original position. Then, the old trick repeats itself. When our patience and interest are tortured bit by bit, May comes.

Our skin breaks away from the shackles of clothes, and changes into light and elegant clothes, which shows the light beauty in summer. Women can change their clothes according to their mood, such as light green, light purple, goose yellow, bright red, or cream white, or floral dresses, blouses, and wantonly publicize the fashion and romance.

Whether you are a man of twenty-five or forty-six, wearing blue, or light pink, or white short sleeves in summer with dark blue or gray trousers is enough to make this May elegant and handsome; Jeans, t-shirts, casual wear, sports shoes, if you want to have a sunny youth, fashion cool is so simple.

The jade colored long knot lotus like arms, spring onion like fingers, and bamboo shoots like feet that just faded out of the jacket make your mind waver. You can boldly appreciate and observe them without worrying about the white eyes and reproaches. However, in June and July, these snow lotus roots, these onions, and these bamboo shoots have long been beaten by the poisonous sun.

In May, when you inadvertently look back, there is a beautiful figure quietly passing by, taking away a faint fragrance. When you come back to God, the figure comes, and another woman who is smiling like spring breeze comes with a train of skirts. Oh, the sky in May is bright. The wind in May is slightly drunk.

Mayday (19)

Senior Three: Xiao Xiyao