Xie Huan made an OK gesture and said, "That's it, today we master and apprentice are united and sing the same proposition." Yan Xi, you take control of the field first, and then find me an electronic keyboard and give me three minutes, OK?"

"Good!"

Yan Xi readily agreed, what can you do in three minutes, and you want to create a song on the spot? This is your own request, if we don't force you, even if you can help your disciple drag on the basis of a song for another three minutes, it will not help.

Yan Xi called five of the other top six people to the stage to prepare for the ceremony. The six-strong ceremony that lacks one person is going on here, and in the corner next to the stage on the other side, the mentor Xie Huan is racing against time to compose music and lyrics.

Xie Huan knew that being called to the stage at this time was equivalent to his master and apprentice in a race. If you sing too well, you will invisibly lower your apprentice's songs. But if you sing too badly, it will not benefit you, nor will it be an example or spur to your disciples. Whether to release the water or maintain the level, you can only balance the two, and then try to buy a few more minutes for Youzishi.

At this moment, those three minutes are worth a thousand dollars. The same three minutes begin to fly by for some, like in the blink of an eye, not knowing what has been experienced, but in the eyes of others, it is so precious and slow.

At the end of the three minutes, the top five stood aside. Mentor Xie Huan took the stage and sang.

"I especially remember when I was a child, my teacher always said to be a person with ideals

Just as she tied my red scarf, I was so excited that my face was full of seriousness

The hot ideal in my arms took me out of my hometown like wings

Such a lofty realm made me secretly determined to fight for this for the rest of my life

Young courage is never afraid of how big the outside world really is

In memory, every great ancestor can always let go of all the joys and sorrows

Words in the book, words from the teacher

Let me believe in the future and grow up stubbornly

I persistently flew and ran to the end of the world

I can't give up this tear of perseverance in the face of adversity

The dreams of youth are uninhibited

Stubbornly painted a colorful picture for the future

The lost youth is like a childhood photo, quietly dyed with gray dust

Suddenly, I found that I was surrounded by people who were busy with life

The lofty and ideal have already rushed to the four modernizations in the midst of embarrassment

Occasionally, in the long night, there is a slight redness on the cheeks, and the young seriousness is ashamed

The grandfather surnamed Lu said that a true warrior must dare to face a bleak life

Therefore, in the vast sea of people, although humble, he is still silently diligent

Where is the golden house, where is Yan Ruyu

The words of the inscription are blushing to the mask I admire

I persistently flew and ran to the end of the world

I can't give up this tear of perseverance in the face of adversity

Flowers blooming in the morning sun

Today, I found out that it was a scar that was tangled day and night

Only then did I realize that ideals are just another kind of humble concern

I persistently flew and ran to the end of the world

I can't give up this tear of perseverance in the face of adversity

Look at how many old people are crawling in the dust

So now I am still silently diligent on the road

Look at how many old people are still working hard in the dust......"

The name of this song is called "Ideal", and it is directly to the topic.

But the beginning of the question is from the time when I was a child when I was wearing a red scarf by the teacher, and I was taught to be a person with ideals, at such a time, in the faces of every young and simple primary school student looking up, everyone began to have hot ideals, eager to be like the teacher said, one day the ideal in the chest will fly with you like wings, and leave this small town like a frog at the bottom of a well.

Who isn't?

It's just as everyone was asked the same topic as a child, and from then on they started their own lives.

What is your ideal?

Essay for elementary school students?

However, even though it was an elementary school student's essay, at that time, every elementary school student would bite the pen and rack their brains and begin to imagine aimlessly, what is my ideal?

What I love, what I'm going to do, where I'm going, in the world of every childish child, they've thought about it at least so seriously.

And then start growing.

With that lofty realm, I began to want to fight for it all my life.

Although in the process of growing up, people's ideals will be modified and changed several times for self-positioning, whether it is active or forced, we still have ideals.

A noble ideal, a painful ideal.

Uninhibited madness and heart.

Because the young mind is never afraid of how big this world is, how deep this world is.

Just like the legends of the great men that I learned from various sources in my memory, the ancestors always seemed to be able to put aside all the joys and sorrows, and finally became great men, which were interpreted into various versions.

It is these things that make us stubbornly grow up and stubbornly want to paint our future as a colorful picture.

Then, in the process, before we know it, we begin to mature.

Thirty and stand, forty is not confused.

In this growth, we suddenly realized that all the people around us were busy with life, and we realized that ideals are just another kind of humble concern......

We realized that the so-called great man is just a legend in other people's stories, a kind of momentum, a kind of perspective, not the real life of each of our mortals.

Everyone can have poetry and distance, but distance does not have to be reached, or can be reached.

In other words, it doesn't have to be far away.

Where you are, you are. It doesn't matter about reality, it doesn't matter about romance.

Sometimes, it may be another kind of poetry and distance that you don't understand, which happens to have a unique romance and chic from someone else's perspective.

There are few great people, but there are many small people.

Most of us are worms, small people, mortals with joys, sorrows, sorrows, and sorrows, we can't kill and make decisions like great men, and we can't abandon our wives and children like heroes, we don't have too many ideals, but we have too many concerns, what we want is just family happiness, living and working in peace and contentment, health, eating, drinking and having fun, these real and trivial little things......

Forgive us for not having too many ambitions, not having terrible ambitions, some are just worldly and red dust, and some are just ordinary and looking up.

However, perhaps this kind of us is the real existence.

Therefore, just as the tutor Xie Huan sang in the improvised song "Ideal", "I am persistent in flying, running at the end of the world", "I understand that the ideal is just another kind of humble concern", and then I understood profoundly and realistically, "Look at how many old people, crawling in the dust, so now I am still silently diligent on the road"......

Therefore, in the vast sea of people, despite the humility, he is still silently diligent......

This song is like looking at the problem from the opposite of "ideal" "reality", to sing the voice of every real ordinary little person.

We may be small, but we are still "diligent" - this is the small to see the big.

"Ideal", Daolang's work. There are two versions sung by Daolang and Yunduo.

(End of chapter)