2. Listen to the sounds of nature about the writing materials of the voice composition. Maybe you've heard the sound of the waves beating against the bank, maybe you've heard the sound of the mountain wind passing through the treetops in the forest, maybe you've heard the harsh whisper, maybe you've heard the sound of the rain beating against the banana ... Listening to the sounds of nature often leads to our infinite reverie.
I often go to that forest because the trees there left a deep impression on me. The leaves there bring me infinite reverie; The roots there let me know a lot ... One morning, I was walking in the Woods and the dead branches on the ground were "squeaked" by me. A gust of wind blew and the leaves rustled, as if welcoming me.
The bird stopped among the branches and flew to the top of the tree as soon as it saw me. I have no choice but to move on.
After a short walk, I leaned against a big tree and looked at everything in front of me. I close my eyes and fantasize about this wonderful thing. Suddenly, a "cheep-cheep" pulled me back from my fantasy to reality.
I'm surprised there are others. I stood up, my heart pounding, for fear that … after a while, another "squeak" would reach my ears.
I was so scared that I even seemed to feel that it was suddenly dark around me, and the rustling of branches and leaves added a horrible color to it. However, strong curiosity drove me to find out.
I found the sound coming from the front, so I stepped forward carefully for fear of making any noise. I slowly moved behind a tree and leaned against it to look carefully.
Suddenly, I was stunned by the meow. "Shit, it turned out to be a kitten. I'm so nervous."
I said to myself, but I scared the kitten away. I watched it run farther and farther and laughed: "Who told you to scare me just now? It's called ... ""Ouch. "
Before I finished, I was thrown on my back ... I adjusted my mind and strode forward again. Suddenly, a tree fell across the middle.
I was forced to stop and found that the trees in front were dense and difficult to cross. I know, I can't walk.
At this time, the surrounding suddenly brightened a lot. I looked up, and rays of sunlight came in through the gaps between the leaves.
"ah! The sun came out. It must be getting late, and I should go home ... "Soon, I went home just visible.
A few weeks later, I came here again, but I was frightened by what I saw. This place is beyond recognition: several trees are scattered on the ground and stumps stand beside it.
Several birds are chirping there. I looked at those lonely stumps as if they were crying to me about the "good things" we humans had done.
I seem to see some lumberjacks holding chainsaws and looking at the trees around them. Then, with the roar of the chainsaw, several trees fell down reluctantly ... I hate those loggers, because they made the bird lose several playmates, because they made the bird lose several big umbrellas, because they made me lose several places to play and rest ... At that moment, I walked away without looking back, because I didn't want to see them again. I haven't been there since. Because I don't want to see that embarrassing scene.
I really can't stand this boring game today, so I'm standing here again. I thought it was still a mess, but what I saw made me happy. Here, the vibrant scene of the past has been restored, not lifeless.
I plunged into it and enjoyed everything happily. I don't want to lose it, because it brings me endless happiness ... listening to the sounds of nature is sometimes a pleasure.
3. Anxiety is silence, the cry of rain and the smile of rain.
Autumn rain has a graceful charm, as if listening to your tenderness and watching the emerald-like crystal drops rolling among the leaves. The scene is poetic as a dream.
Listening to the sound of rain, whether it is drizzle or rainstorm, the tender sound of petals moistens a winter thirst. Everything wakes up quietly in the silent spring rain, a flower in bud. You will see a barefoot boy coming from a distant mountain road in the drizzle. You are so familiar with the seemingly looming scene that you have an overwhelming storm and a man's heart. It rains quickly in summer, crackling like drums, like a dream. Looking around, the world is soft and the rain is like a curtain. . Tick-tock, like a bell in the middle of the night, like lingering love; Winter rain is dull; It's also intoxicating.
Listening to the tenderness of spring rain, the boldness of summer rain and the elegance of autumn rain is so intoxicating. Beautiful and crisp rain accompanied by youthful songs. There will be sunny rain in Mao Mao, often accompanied by deep sighs, and the green leaves are charming and lively, graceful and polymorphic; Listening to the sound of rain flowing together ... listening to the rain is romantic; Whether it's rain, painting or mood, it's vague, looming and lonely, but it lights a pile of sacred fire in my heart. This kind of pain will surge with my thoughts, and the carefree feeling in my heart will smooth the wrinkled mood caused by the collision in the world, and pure raindrops will smooth my mood. There are traces in the dream of rain falling, and there is a sound on the rain landing, which is hazy and moving.
Entering the four seasons, listening to the sounds of nature, accompanied by the incisive downpour. In the beautiful artistic conception of the rain, the ticking of the rain is slow and beautiful. The disturbing reality seems to be covered by the sound of rain, and time quietly disappears and melts in the sound of rain, just like wild and blazing love; Autumn rain is cold and cheerless, quiet and comfortable, with a touch of misty rain and fog. The rain is soft and drizzling, just like people's sadness. The intermittent autumn rain seems to be a sweet whisper between her and the bud, and it seems that she kisses the green leaves. . This natural sound of nature can make people feel sad or intoxicated.
Listen to the sound of rain dripping on the eaves; Listen to the sound of rain on bananas. Listen to the roar of rain, gentle spring rain. Sometimes calm and affectionate, sometimes angry and thundering, the rain is crisp and sweet, just like the sound of nature, walking gracefully on the smooth bluestone road. . The whimper of the rain, the hum of the rain. Autumn rain is a constant and chaotic sadness and talk.
Winter rain let me see that winter is drifting away, spring is getting stronger, and the beautiful expectation of life is coming slowly in the waiting of winter.
Listening to rain is like listening to a melodious song and the depth of winter rain, not that spring rain is better than spring rain. How many daughters' feelings have been wet by autumn rain, and I feel as relaxed as rain. When you feel it wholeheartedly, you are full of lingering sadness. The lights go out in autumn night! Crisp spring rain, like a serenade, is a yearning.
Spring rain!
I am quietly looking forward to the coming of rain and fog. When I am on the hillside, I will quietly look up at the green wet by rain, like the whispering of flowers.
Summer rain, uninhibited, a ray of warmth. In the snowy and rainy winter. Therefore, listening to the rain has become a way to blend in with nature and purify the soul.
Every time it rains in Mao Mao, I walk barefoot in the rhythm of rain and fog, saturated with endless lament and loneliness, a blessing and a comfort. People suddenly realize that life is so colorful and magnificent. Listening to the rain is an unparalleled enjoyment in spirit-pleasure. . It always makes me feel relaxed, fine and ethereal, its softness, "autumn rain and sorrow", mixed with rich earthy flowers, cleanses the soul, like the cheerful connotation of songs, and smoothes the restless mood. I like to listen to the sound of rain in the mountain stream, the sound of dense raindrops rushing down and colliding with everything, and there is "every family rains in Huangmei season" Spring rain is a sentimental spirit, which will remind you of the past. Rain is alive, you can hear her singing, you can hear her laughter, you can hear her crying, this is real rain, or intermittent heavy rain; Whether the rain hits the leaves or the roof, it evokes your inner recovery. Rain and fog moisten and refresh, and dissolve the fidgety and humid air and your turbid heart. Rain can turn your thoughts into a trickle and wash away all the pain in your heart. In the intermittent autumn rain, the rain is whispering and pouring, listening to the dripping rain in the forest, feeling the long-lost freshness. Walking barefoot on the dirt road covered with leaves, the creaking footsteps and the falling rain constitute a cheerful and harmonious symphony. The pattering rain falls on the leaves, pattering, like a hoarse cry, shouting red cherry blossoms and peach blossoms all over the mountain. When it is raining in Mao Mao, the sound of rain is so leisurely.
I like listening to the rain alone, which is also a state of mind in autumn. Autumn rain. Listening to the rain, I pursue nostalgia. Spring rain is a poem, as if to see a young girl holding a colorful cloud.
4. "There is such a voice" composition material urgently needs such a voice.
There is such a sound, it comes from the heroic running of the river, it comes from the shock of Gobi wind, it comes from the magnificence of volcanic eruption, but it comes from singers singing in the mountains and rivers. The phrase "Laughing at the sky and going out, are we Artemisia?" awakened many people's fighting spirit; It comes from pedestrians who are breaking the waves. "One day, I will ride the wind and waves, and set my cloudy sail straight and bridge the deep, deep sea" has told many people to summon up confidence and go forward bravely; Yes, Li Bai is so wild and confident. He once told Gao Lishi to take off his boots, let the imperial concubine pour wine, and let uncle Prince learn ink. His poems are so bold and unconstrained, and every sentence is so powerful. His voice taught me to be confident and strong.
There is such a sound, which is the ambiguous first chapter from a hungry baby. It's the warmest language a teenager has ever uttered. It is the most frequently read concern in the hearts of wanderers who go out. It gives the warmest vibration to the eardrum and makes a woman perfect from now on. It fills the world with warmth and sunshine. Its name is mom, yes, mom, the person we trusted most when we were studying. It is a kindness that we can't repay all our lives. All we can do is call her mother one by one, and she will do everything for me willingly, even life, mother, mother. This weak but strong voice taught me gratitude.
There is this voice, which may come from strangers and partners from childhood. It tells me that we are transparent with each other. It tells me that we know ourselves in the sea and that heaven is still our neighborhood. Yes, this voice comes from our most trusted friends. In this world, parents will leave us first one day, children will fly away one day, and they will accompany us for life, or friends, friends. When we are confused, cheer for us. When we are proud, remind us that, yes, friends are lifelong peers. In a series of deep and shallow footprints we have walked, there are friends who echo in good faith. This kind of voice has taught me to always keep my direction on the road of life and given me encouragement and support all my life.
On the road of my life, there are grass and birds flying, flowers and birds singing, and all kinds of beautiful scenery. However, they will leave me one day, and it is these voices that accompany me all my life. They are always ringing in my ears, telling me how to go in life.
5. There is such a sound to form the material. In September, that night in late summer and early autumn, there was such a voice that stayed in my heart for a long time.
Such a voice that shakes the soul and makes life tremble seems to have not dispersed ...-Inscription September, late summer and early autumn, the beginning of another year. The cold weather, the yellowing leaves and the decreasing temperature were so clear on that summer night.
I walked on a quiet path, and the moonlight fell through the gap where the leaves were still thick. I fell in love with this land lightly and carefully. A breeze, mottled shadows.
I spent the whole summer in the sound of cicadas, almost ignoring the noisy sound. However, at this moment, I really feel the song of this cicada.
For the first time, I found that the sound was not so noisy. Is it because summer is over and their lives are coming to an end? I don't know.
But at that moment, I couldn't help but stop, close my eyes and feel the sounds of nature and life with my heart. These little creatures seem to be more and more excited and louder.
At first, only a few cicadas had clear voices. Later, more and more partners joined in.
One, two, three ... too many, it seems that hundreds of cicadas have merged into this music stream! That voice is getting louder and louder, more and more passionate! Among the trees, crickets are accompanied; In the breeze, green leaves dance for them! These little creatures seem to vent their accumulated strength all summer without reservation to play the last hymn of their lives! At that moment, my heart was shocked. Nearby is a solo like a torrent, and in the distance is a cautious and quiet like a dragonfly.
I can feel all the power of nature at this moment. The gestation, germination, growth and withering of life ... In this cycle, life is a cycle with no end and no beginning.
At this moment, everything in the world seems to have lost its color, only nature and life are eternal! Listen, this is the voice of nature! Listen, this is the voice of life! The night is still as quiet as ever, and the heat of summer has gradually faded away, but the sound of the intersection of life remains in my heart for a long time, lingering for a long time ... There is such a sound that I will never forget; There is such a voice that shocks the soul; There is such a voice that composes the eternal hymn of life. This is the voice of nature.
6. "There is such a voice," Junior High School Example Composition "has a firm voice and an ordinary tone, but it has always touched the depths of people." -inscription
In the morning, at first light, there are already many people in the street. As time goes on, there are more and more people in the street and it becomes more and more noisy. Because I was going to cram school, I also participated in the noise.
I walked in the street and walked through the crowd. At this time, there was a more noisy sound from the roadside. In line with China people's unique "onlookers" mentality, I also surrounded the past. I craned my neck, opened my mouth and opened my eyes, said "excuse me, excuse me" and pushed to the front.
There is an old man lying in the middle of the crowd. On the opposite side of the old man's voice is a bicycle, and the wheels are still turning. The old man closed his eyes and made a * * * sound from time to time. I looked around, everyone was watching, and some people even took out their mobile phones to take pictures. "These people are so cold-blooded," I thought. "Why didn't anyone help me?" There was a voice in the crowd. Everyone looks left and right. you look at me in the face I'm watching you. Some people put away their mobile phones. Start to spread out, "Go to work, go to work, hurry up and make room", "My wife is waiting for me to buy her steamed bread to eat" and "attend class".
These voices rang in my ears when I was ready to leave with the crowd. Suddenly I found a young man with glasses running towards the old man's voice. It was a very simple-looking young man in white short sleeves and blue jeans. He crouched down, worried about the safety of the old man. Then he took out his mobile phone and said, "Hello, is this 120?" There are injured people here, at the intersection of xx Road "and then hang up the phone, slowly pick up the old man and lean him against the telephone pole on the side of the road. I kept stroking the old man's back and said to him, "Grandpa, wake up. The ambulance will be here soon." Seeing all this, I picked up the bike in the middle of the road and put it on the side of the road. The young man smiled at me. After a while, the ambulance came towards the sound. Seeing the old man in the car, the young man got off. At this time, a man in the crowd came forward and asked the young man, "How dare you help? What if he misinforms you? " ? The young man took off his eyes with a smile, wiped his sweat and said, "It's important to save people. Saving lives is very important. I didn't think so much. " Yes, there are so many people around us, but we don't know how to help the old man get up.
Action is often more vivid than sound, but now sound is used to tell us how to do it. From then on, I knew that there was such an unknown and ordinary voice that would accompany me. He inspired my conscience and sense of responsibility. I can't forget the sound.
7. What material can be written in a composition with voice as the topic? Listen to the voice of nature. Nature is a mysterious temple.
It can clear away the fatigue after work and study, wash away the dirty soul and state of mind, and make us enjoy beauty and love. Nature has its unique mystery and charm. It seems like a fairy tale, but as long as we listen carefully, there will always be more or less feelings, and we will always appreciate the beauty of nature.
Listening carefully to sounds is a good way to understand and feel things. Listening to nature is the same. Only by being close to nature and listening to its voice can we uncover the mystery of nature and experience its extraordinary beauty.
Under the big tree, I heard the leaves fluttering in the wind, like a butterfly, slowly covering the earth with cicada leaves. A tiny "tap" sound shook the earth of the soul, and the dusty dirt in the soul was gently raised.
"Falling in love is not heartless, but turning into spring mud is more protective. The sound of fallen leaves, with how much affection.
Helpless fall, it turned out to be for the root! For an eternal love, an eternal destination. On the grass, the breeze blew.
Please listen carefully, there is a sound of "rustling sand", which turned out to be the cheerful praise of the grass. Why do they sing so happily? What are they singing? Praise their ordinary but happy, comfortable and carefree life.
How good it is to be indifferent! They sang the hymn of life written by a willing heart in life, "Without the fragrance of flowers and the height of trees, I am an unknown grass". They are not narcissistic like flowers, but they are not sad or complaining ... Oh! It turns out that their praise is the perfect interpretation of a better life! By the stream, the stream is flowing, running day and night, and they make a "rushing" sound.
This is the sound of happiness. Because they are looking for a better tomorrow, the vast world they dream of, and the unpredictable future.
With ideals and pursuits, life is no longer monotonous for them. They have lost a lot of impatience and continue their wayward operation. They have no regrets for their future and ideals.
It turns out that the pursuit is also a kind of happiness. Dreams are the driving force of life.
Pursuing dreams and looking forward to the future support our ordinary life. The voice of nature, in fact, is to explain every simple life truth and reveal the philosophy of life, which is a big classroom of life.
But not everyone can hear the sound of nature. Listen to the truest and most beautiful voice of nature, and calm down, be more calm, more focused, less impatient and less bored, savor, experience and feel carefully. Only in this way can we feel the truest and most beautiful nature.
How many literati walked into nature, listened to the voice of nature, and wrote poems full of charm. Wonderful, magnificent, majestic and unpredictable nature is admired by many people in the world.
Originally, if we want to know more about life, we need to listen to the sounds of nature, the most beautiful sound, the purest sound, the most sincere sound, the outpouring of feelings, the experience of life and the wonderful life.
8. A model essay with such a voice touched my heart for a long time. I miss the people in my hometown, the trees in my hometown, and the gurgling sound of the river in my hometown.
The car is running fast, and my light heart is like a wisp of smoke, floating out of the window and flying to the shady river. Looking at my dull appearance, my mother gave me a gentle push before she took me back from the river. I said, "When I saw this river, I thought of the river in my hometown."
Mom said, "Forget it, go home and see for yourself!" " "Put down the bag, put down the fatigue, I ran to the river. Xiaohe, I'm back.
The first thing you see is rows of tall Metasequoia glyptostroboides, which seem to be the guardians of the river and protect it from the noise of the world. Closer, I heard the gurgling sound of running water, clear and beautiful, like a master musician playing a moving tune, and everything in the world was infected by this sound, so listen to the sound of nature quietly; Like a newborn baby babbling, this kind of voice is the most primitive and pure, and it can move people's hearts most.
When you get closer, you will see that the river is crystal clear, the water plants are rich and the fish are playing. Pick up a piece of gravel, throw it out, jump happily on the water, once or twice ... simply take off your coat and jump into the water. I don't know if the water temperature is right, but I feel refreshed at once. I swam back and forth in the water for three or four times, washing away the dust, fatigue and everything in school.
Go out of the river and lie on the grass on the shore. Let the wind mixed with the smell of seaweed blow your chest and blow away all the water. Taking the earth as the seat and the white clouds as the quilt, working at sunrise and returning at sunset, how can the noisy world on weekdays be compared with such a quiet life? Now people are used to the shouts in the street, the sounds of various advertisements on TV and the sounds of various pop music. A few people are willing to travel across mountains and rivers to listen to the deep and hoarse sound of running water and taste the original natural sound.
Under the impact of modern civilization, people have to make all kinds of efforts for their own survival, even at the expense of their whole youth to seek knowledge and earn money, and social competition is becoming more and more fierce. How many people leave their hearts here as a haven for souls? May every beating soul have its own safe haven. I love the sound of running water in my hometown alone, which leads me to the seclusion of my soul.
9. There are many pleasant sounds in life, such as the barking of dogs, the meowing of kittens and the whistling of the wind ... Among them, my favorite sound is the whistling of the breeze. When the breeze blows through the treetops, the branches will sway with the wind and make a rustling sound.
I like the sound of the spring wind, which blows green the grass leaves on the grassland, melts the ice on the river and blows up the colorful kites flying by children.
I like the sound of the summer wind, which means we should wear short sleeves. We can eat cool ice cream and drink delicious iced coke. My brother and I can go swimming, where the water is heated by the summer wind.
I like the wind in winter. The wind in winter is very cold. It brings us snowflakes. Let's have snowball fights, make snowmen, have snowball fights and build snow castles. ...
I love the wind of the four seasons, which brings us endless joy!
Sparkling chatterboxes: We can hear many voices in our lives. But there are some unique voices that we need to listen to with our hearts and even understand through imagination. The little author combined his own unique feelings and wrote a distinctive voice-the voice of the wind. The sound of the wind all the year round brings us endless joy. The wind of the four seasons is like a symphony, playing a wonderful vocal music for us!