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Hello. My name is Long. I'm twelve years old. I'm a student at Le Dinh Chinh primary school. My school has a canteen where we can buy food and drink. In the central of the school, there is a flag hole. It is not very tall. It is surrounded by trees and green fence. Under the trees, there are many stone chairs where the students eat and talk at the break time . The air is fresh. The schoolyard and football yard are very large. In my school, there are about 25 rooms, 800 students, a gym and 20 teachers. The hall is very large, too. The teachers are very interested in students, friendly and very clever. The students are very sporty and friendly. In each classroom, there are 18 desks, 18 tables, a big board, a waste basket and a lot of pictures on the wall. Some of its is the picture of uncle Ho. It's very beautiful. Every Monday morning, we salute the flag in the school yard. In the school, I have a lot of friends. They all very kind and good. We are always best friend. I love my school very much because the teachers and the students are very good.
Hello. My name is Long. I'm twelve years old. I'm a student at Le Dinh Chinh primary school. My school has a canteen where we can buy food and drink. In the central of the school, there is a flag pole. It is not very tall. It is surrounded by trees and green fences. Under the trees, there are many stone chairs where the students eat and talk at the break time . The air is fresh. The schoolyard and football yard are very large. In my school, there are about 25 rooms, 800 students, a gym and 20 teachers. The hall is very large, too. The teachers are very interested in students, friendly and very clever. The students are very sporty and friendly. In each classroom, there are 18 desks, 18 tables, a big board, a waste basket and a lot of pictures on the wall. Some of them are the picture of uncle Ho. It's very beautiful. Every Monday morning, we salute the flag in the school yard. In the school, I have a lot of friends. They all very kind and good. We (are bỏ) always best friend. I love my school very much because the teachers and the students are very good.
Music, like the other fine arts, is what feeds the soul and touches the body, moving it. Anyone who has grown up with a musically talented parent knows the tremendous part that music plays in one's memory. And, anyone who has "been acquainted with the night" as Robert Frost put it, knows and can relate to the Blues.
Music can fit our moods, as well. I will always remember riding along with a friend years ago. This friend loved hard rock, but he had Johnny Cash's "Sunday Morning Coming Down" playing as I got into the car. "What is this?" I asked. "You don't ever listen to Country Western; in fact, you loathe it!"
"Yeah, it's the strangest thing: after breaking up with J____,it all seems to make sense now. Anyway, I think I feel like Johnny did in this song," he replied.
Yes, sometimes we are in harmony with what music says and it talks to us, and pulls at our hearts in most unusual ways, nurturing, comforting, commiserating, exhilirating, soothing, strengthening us against the dark. What would life be like without it? Terribly cold and silent, indeed.
