It was very late at night. The rain had just stopped. I was doing my homework at the desk when suddenly a piece of familiar melody came in. I stopped, closing my eyes. I listened carefully until the music was over. It was Yesterday Once More sung by Marie Carpenter, which is one of my favorite songs. It was in a CD shop that I heard it for the first time. Its story-telling tune attracted me immediately, so I bought it at once. It is used to express good times either when you are chatting with friends or staying alone at home. Every time I heard it, a wonderful scene would come to my mind: a pretty girl listening to the music on radio with smiles on her face. As time passed by, when she was no longer young she sat down again before this radio which had brought her happiness, recalling those happy times she once had.

　　I dropped my homework, put on the earphones and pressed the “start” button. The nice melody came again: “When I was young, I’d listen to the radio, waiting for my favourite songs …” Lingering sounds remaining, a sort of feeling came to my mind that I should cherish today’s happiness of being young.

　　We all know that yesterday can never come again. However, music often brings us the nicest memories in our hearts. I will always love this song, till I am old. I will sit by the radio, listen to this song, and recall the pleasant scene that a child listened to his favourite songs scores of years before. It will be just like yesterday coming back once more.

　　Recalling is a particular ability. Sometimes it is very nice, while sometimes it drives you into sadness. We all wish to relive those nice experiences, but it is impossible. What we can do is only to store them up carefully in the book of life, just as we store up beautiful bookmarks.