1. What is the song “hero” about?

He met the wind that blew from the south, then looked closely at the coffee plantation – owned by one of the Duri residents – which carried a village-like fragrance. Then he closed his eyes to enjoy the village air which is very cool, fresh and cold. She spontaneously imagined that if the coffee garden were in bloom, she would be able to recall old memories that had almost been forgotten. Memories of cutting banana leaves – with his little friend – to protect his white and red uniform and ninja turtle bag from the rain after school broke up when he didn’t bring an umbrella from home.

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1. What is the song "hero" about?2.	According to the song "hero", what makes a hero?3.	Who is your hero? Why?

And when the direction of his vision fell to the north, he swept over the crowd. Along the concrete road, there are occasional meatball shops and stalls. Along the concrete road – proof of the prosperity of its citizens – many residents pass by by lifting umbrellas close to their heads to protect them from the rain. There are also those who walk wearing coats. There are also some who do not protect their bodies with umbrellas or coats, they are children who run around playing ball in one of the small house yards on the side of the road. The most interesting thing is that among the people who passed by, even though they were busy, they had time to greet each other. People are very friendly, throwing familiar smiles, sometimes just unnecessary pleasantries – of course, if friends see letting go of awkwardness doesn’t count as a necessity. A cool atmosphere but not crowded will make anyone feel at home in this village.

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1. What is the song “hero” about? This song is about the importance of the confidence, bravery and spirit in facing anything in our live. We’re a hero for ourselves. So don’t be afraid and just believe in yourself.            

2. According to the song “hero”, what makes a hero? The confidence and bravery can make everyone becomes a hero for himself or other.

3. Who is your hero? Why? My Hero is the Prophet Muhammad S.A.W. He had brought us out of the dark ages to the era of bright light today, namely Islam. He is my role model. Because of him we know Allah S.W.T.    

4. How does this song makes you feel? The song makes me feel optimistic, confident and brave as long as we are in the right path.

 

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Now the young man took the umbrella hanging on the side of the wall of his house and rushed off to welcome the joy of the people who had spilled there earlier. As he walked, he made plans, first joining in and making small talk with the crowd at the meatball stall, then taking a further walk, visiting those he missed. Now he must be wondering, what kind of people he missed now, must have changed a lot like his present village which is completely different from when he carved the story in this village many years ago.

“Excuse me, Mr. Im? One meatball, yes. ” He said to the figure of a 40-year-old man who is now busy preparing his stall

“Yes, just a moment …” he replied without turning to the young man. “HEY, YOU…!!!” he shouted then suddenly when he saw who it was. And the young man just smiled grinning while shaking Pak Im’s helping hand.

“I guess who … when are you coming home?” asked Mr Im with a very big smile and sparkling eyes.

“Early today… before dawn, just arrived. The meatball is selling well, sir? ” the young man tried to change the topic, it seemed he was not pleased to be the object of the conversation.

“Ah yes like this, Sis. It’s been a long time since you saw you, how many years, huh, since you left for Australia? “

 

“About four years, sir.”

That morning, it was drizzling with rain, soft specks like needles spilling all over the village. At first it was just the leaves in the yard gleaming like molten silver in the sun. The golden light shot through the sluggish drizzle; Beautiful morning, smooth lines flickering.

But before long, the gutter began to be inundated by rippling water, making a sad song. On the sides, the cement-lined roadblocks looked shiny, shiny and very clean without dust. Along the road divider, the trees that grow lush cool because of the heavy rain and give off a fresh scent, like the combination of the smell of the first rain and the smell of yellow rice in the wind a week before the harvest season arrives – if it must be described simply as a distinctive fragrance. spring air. Meanwhile above the horizon, the light that had been able to penetrate the fog gradually faded before it became completely dark.

 

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The sky was so dark, black clouds rolled in impenetrable the eye could see. From above, the rain poured down more and more heavily down the earth, wetting the yard of the house and the pale concrete roads — a very sturdy road that was the result of development progress and the spirit of the Duri community’s self-help. Even though the rain was getting heavier and harder, only a little water had stagnated in the streets and courtyards of the houses. Because the concrete-paved roads have trenches, which are always kept clean. So that the rainwater is so smooth, flowing to Kedung Biru which is located in the northeast next to the village.

 

For a young man who was standing on the veranda of his house, that morning was not only beautiful, but also special. After so many years had passed leaving footprints there, that morning was the beginning for him – a young man who was in his 30s – to return to devouring all the coolness, and following the old footprints he had written in his hometown. The manly young man, with his eyes sharp and sparkling like a wild candle flame, was now gazing at a landscape that had lived only in memory for years.

 

He met the wind that blew from the south, then looked closely at the coffee plantation – owned by one of the Duri residents – which carried a village-like fragrance. Then he closed his eyes to enjoy the village air which is very cool, fresh and cold. She spontaneously imagined that if the coffee garden were in bloom, she would be able to recall old memories that had almost been forgotten. Memories of cutting banana leaves – with his little friend – to protect his white and red uniform and ninja turtle bag from the rain after school broke up when he didn’t bring an umbrella from home.

 

And when the direction of his vision fell to the north, he swept over the crowd. Along the concrete road, there are occasional meatball shops and stalls. Along the concrete road – proof of the prosperity of its citizens – many residents pass by by lifting umbrellas close to their heads to protect them from the rain. There are also those who walk wearing coats. There are also some who do not protect their bodies with umbrellas or coats, they are children who run around playing ball in one of the small house yards on the side of the road. The most interesting thing is that among the people who passed by, even though they were busy, they had time to greet each other. People are very friendly, throwing familiar smiles, sometimes just unnecessary pleasantries – of course, if friends see letting go of awkwardness doesn’t count as a necessity. A cool atmosphere but not crowded will make anyone feel at home in this village.

 

Mountain-and-river-nature-scenery-images

 

Now the young man took the umbrella hanging on the side of the wall of his house and rushed off to welcome the joy of the people who had spilled there earlier. As he walked, he made plans, first joining in and making small talk with the crowd at the meatball stall, then taking a further walk, visiting those he missed. Now he must be wondering, what kind of people he missed now, must have changed a lot like his present village which is completely different from when he carved the story in this village many years ago.

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