Listen: Hua, Hua. The stream is singing, and the crisp soprano is so elegant and unpretentious. The sound echoed in the valley and the birds were listening.
"Sand, sand, sand", this is the sound of branches swaying and rubbing, just like a girl from the south, swaying and colorful. . This sound is both intoxicating and refreshing; It is both nostalgic and refreshing.
Dew is playing: it slides down from the leaves, one by one, "Ding-Dong-Ding-Dong", just like naughty children playing on the slide and dancing on the stage like notes.
"Huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Although I can't see her, I can hear her voice with my ears: "Tribal tiger, Tribal tiger ..."
The sounds in nature are like symphonies, and musicians play them seriously. This is a concert without tickets and seats. There are many kinds of sounds, but the sounds in nature need to be listened to with your heart.
2. Composition about writing (beautiful voice) In the strange and unpredictable nature, various voices are intertwined to form a wonderful natural symphony. In this magnificent symphony, there is a sound that I like best. Sometimes it's like a melodious flute, and sometimes it's like stormy waves. This is rain.
When I was a child, I didn't like rain because it brought me tears. Rain seems to have affected people's mood. Whenever it rains, dreary weather, cloudy sky and muddy land make people particularly annoyed. Whenever it rains, I sleep at home to avoid the nasty weather. Now that I think about it, it's really interesting.
When I grew up, I fell in love with the rain. The sound of rain is always a kind of aesthetic feeling in hearing, whether it is neglecting to hit the phoenix tree or the lotus leaf in the shower, the rhythm is crisp and audible. But what I like best is the rain in summer.
At first, it didn't rain much, tinkling, like countless pearls falling on the tracts. In particular, the ancient music of knocking on roof tiles seems to be soft and sonorous, as far as near. Heavy and light, thick and thin, dribs and drabs, just like the ponder in Yu Boya's "Mountain Flowing Water". Gentle as rain, it seems to be telling a gentle voice.
The rain grew louder and louder, hitting the plane leaves. The water flowing from the eaves is noisy and crisp, which is really "like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade", which makes people feel relaxed and happy. Occasionally, there is a gust of wind, the branches twist, the leaves whir, and thousands of water drops are squeezed out, flying down and dripping under the eaves, creating a symphony of nature.
It's raining, the rain is getting smaller and smaller, and it's gradually restored to its original appearance. The hero's agitation seems to be gone forever, and it's raining again.
Looking at this unpredictable rain, I can't help thinking a lot.
3. The composition "Good Voice" In a noisy public place, you must want to throw away your ears. But in nature, those sounds are so beautiful that you need to listen carefully!
Spring came to the forest, and she gently blew through the delicate and smooth leaves, making a rustling sound. She moistened the calm and beautiful river with her gentle raindrops, and the raindrops fell on her face, "Hua!" " The river has become crystal clear! I played for quite a while in spring. Her voice is really beautiful, just like that, with softness, spring is gone.
Summer heard the news and rushed to the forest, shining the green leaves with dazzling sunlight, evaporating countless small drops of water, "ticking" and making music that the rough people could not hear. When taking care of the lotus in summer, the lotus swings its petals and sings a warm song.
Autumn wind drifted into the forest, stroking Miss Ju and playing the harp. The tone of Shu Shu surrounds the forest, and in autumn, it also protects osmanthus with raindrops "da, da, da!" The crisp and melodious singing filled with autumn, adding a little peace!
Winter ran into the forest, pure white snow covered the grass and flowers, making a rustling sound, and the cold wind blew the wintersweet, "rustling", echoing in my ears!
Spring, summer, autumn and winter dressed up this beautiful nature with their own voices.
4. A composition about writing (beautiful voice) In the strange and unpredictable nature, various voices are intertwined to form a wonderful natural symphony. In this magnificent symphony, there is a sound that I like best. It's rain, like melodious flute and stormy waves. When I was a child, I didn't like rain, because it brought me tears and seemed to affect people's mood. Cloudy skies and muddy land are particularly annoying. Whenever it rains, I sleep at home to avoid bad weather. Now that I think about it, it's really funny. When I grew up, I fell in love with the rain. The sound of rain is always a kind of aesthetic feeling in my hearing, whether it is neglecting to hit the phoenix tree or the lotus leaf in the shower, the rhythm is crisp and audible. But what I like best is the rain in summer. It wasn't heavy at first. It jingled. As if countless pearls fell on the jade plate, especially the ancient music that struck the roof tiles, it seemed soft and sonorous, and it seemed to approach in the distance. It is heavy and light, dense and detailed, bit by bit, much like the meditation in Yu Boya's Mountain Flowing Water. As tender as water, the sound of rain seems to be telling a euphemistic voice. The rain is getting louder and louder, hitting the plane blades, and the water flowing from the eaves is noisy and serious. It makes people feel relaxed and happy. Occasionally, there is a gust of wind, the branches twist their bodies, the leaves whir, and thousands of water drops are squeezed out and fly down, creating a symphony of nature with the water drops dripping under the eaves. With the rain, the rain gradually returned to its original appearance, and the heroic agitation seemed to be gone forever, and the rain resumed its intermittent appearance. Looking at this unpredictable rain, I can't help but think of it.
5. How to write an urgent and wonderful voice? Animals and people have ears, and they can all hear beautiful sounds. Voice can cultivate our sentiment and calm our fidgety mood. We can hear cheerful birds singing. Birds take pains to sing for us every day and help crops and trees to eliminate pests. Whenever we open the window, the first thing we hear is cheerful birds singing. It says that humans forbid bad people to hurt us. So we should give back to mankind. Once I went out to play and saw a child with a rope tied to a bird. Soon the bird died and contributed to us. How can we hurt them? We can hear the sound of reading. Every morning when students study by themselves, they will make a loud reading sound. They read neatly and carefully. They said that we must study hard, become the pillars of the motherland in the future, and make a contribution to cultivating our growing motherland. Yes! Our beautiful motherland was built by outstanding students when they grew up. We can hear the rain. The rain fell on the pond and hit the eaves, playing a beautiful symphony. Rain also raised the banker, blossomed and made the forest green. He said that nature made us, so it is right for us to make some contributions to nature. Rain's character is worth learning. We can still hear a lot of voices. Key words: bel canto (bel canto) Animals and people have ears and can hear bel canto. Voice can cultivate our sentiment and calm our fidgety mood. We can hear cheerful birds singing. Birds take pains to sing for us every day, helping crops and trees to eliminate pests. Whenever we open the window, the first thing we hear is cheerful birds singing. It says that humans forbid bad people to hurt us. So we should give back to mankind. Once I went out to play and saw a child with a rope tied to a bird. Soon the bird died and contributed to us. How can we hurt them? We can hear the sound of reading. Every morning when students study by themselves, they will make a loud reading sound. They read neatly and carefully. They said that we must study hard, become the pillars of the motherland in the future, and make a contribution to cultivating our growing motherland. Yes! Our beautiful motherland was built by outstanding students when they grew up. We can hear the rain. The rain fell into the pond and hit the eaves, playing a beautiful symphony. Rain also nurtures bankers, makes flowers bloom and makes forests green. He said that nature made us, so it is appropriate for us to make some contributions to nature. Rain as a grateful character is worth learning.
6. The best phonetic composition has a wonderful voice, which comes from the help when it is difficult.
-Inscription There are always several different voices in a person's life. Sometimes it's my mother's endless nagging, sometimes it's the teacher's severe criticism, and sometimes it's a few words of warm comfort from my friends ... With such a voice, we grow up gradually. "I'm going to be late, great!" I'm anxious like an ant on hot bricks-running around, jumping on the bus and running in the direction of the English training class.
Well-the journey is bumpy, but it will be faster. The plan is settled. I turned the car around and rushed into the path.
This road is really bumpy. I still rode hard, trying to avoid some pebbles, but I was unlucky-"click-bang" and the car overturned. I sat up awkwardly from the ground, rubbed my injured * * *, and then helped the car up, ready to move on.
I slammed on the gas pedal, the front wheel idling, and the rear wheel doing nothing-the chain fell off. God, why is there a garage in this godforsaken place? I paced back and forth anxiously beside the car, kicked off a small stone, and fidgeted with my hair.
Now, I have to try it myself. I squatted down helplessly and repaired the chain ring by ring.
Ten minutes later ... "Oh, I can't stand it!" As soon as I sat on the ground, I was already sweating. Birds are happily singing a ditty on the branches, but in my heart, this melodious ditty is full of ridicule and disdain for me.
I waved my fist: "Damn bird, go away!" " The bird flew away, and I kicked off another pebble: "What bad luck! "Just when I was desperate, a shadow fell on my side:" Why, do you need help? " This sentence echoes in my ears like the sound of nature.
I looked up, my heart was hot, and the fog had filled my eyes, but I couldn't speak, just pointing at my bike. Looking at the drooping chain of the bicycle, my brother seemed to understand something, walked quickly, squatted down and slowly repaired the chain.
"Cha, Kaka ....." The chain and the gear slowly rubbed together, like a sweet music, a little bit of smoke, slowly flowing into my heart, flowing into my heart, over and over again ... My brother frowned, opened his eyes and put a lock ring on the gear. His focused expression and frown seemed to say that it was not me who damaged the car, but himself.
"Kaka, Kaka ..." The sweet voice poured out like the spring water of the soul, and suddenly came to an abrupt end. I was still wanting more. My brother smiled brightly and said to me in the most relaxed and ordinary voice, "Little brother, it's done!" " "In my ear, that voice is really the most beautiful voice, and it still echoes in my ear for a long time.
7. composition; The most beautiful voice is that my son quarreled. The reason is ridiculous. Just because she lost a pen, she was the first to ask me if I had it. Being a good friend for so long, she suspects that I am a thief! Of course, I didn't take her pen. I felt very wronged and quarreled with my good sister Black Boy. I rushed home, but regretted it within two hours. This pen is a birthday present from her father. Black boy is so precious that she won't let anyone touch it. Now that she has lost her pen, it is understandable that she is anxious to ask me. After I figured it out, I decided to call Blackie, but I dialed him several times. The door is opened by Black Boy's sister Xiao Wei. Hearing our quarrel, Xiao Wei's tone suddenly became very frightened: "You didn't make your sister angry, did you?"? She has a bad heart. You must let her go. Go and persuade her not to have an accident! " For a moment, I felt my heart stop beating, as if I were the one who had a heart attack. Just as I was anxiously looking for it everywhere, Black Boy's phone came: "I shouldn't have doubted you at all. Don't be angry with me, okay? " I'm in the community library. Please come here. "At this moment, I suddenly feel that Heizi's words are the most beautiful voice I have ever heard, because of her forgiveness and because her voice doesn't sound serious. When I trotted to the library, I hugged Black Boy tightly in front of the bookshelf: "You didn't answer so many calls, and I was worried to death. I heard from Xiao Wei that you had a heart attack, so you can't get excited. Are you all right now? " Black boy paused, then laughed: "Don't listen to Xiao Wei's nonsense. She's just teasing you. You think I'm bad. The library is not allowed to open my mobile phone. I called as soon as I saw the missing record. Don't be angry. Let's make up. " "well. "In the warm light of the library, we all laughed. At first, I thought the most beautiful sound was music, really a kind of music.
8. Imagination composition describing sound The wonderful voice of nature is both beautiful and charming in color. This kind of sound cannot be played by human beings. The voice of nature is a very unique voice. Listen, what a wonderful sound Uncle Feng plays with his accordion! Wow-wow-the voice is sometimes slow, sometimes urgent, sometimes gentle, sometimes dignified, sometimes sad, sometimes cheerful; Hehe, Uncle Feng is really a versatile musician! Ding dong ding dong, hey, who played such a beautiful melody? Oh, it's Xiaoxi's sister. She is also an excellent musician! Look, her music is great. It was tinkling just now, and now it has gone to the sea. The sea also has its own songs, his songs, his songs are so heroic and give people a kind of courage. Everyone else has finished performing, so it's time for the little cuckoo to appear. Goo goo, it flew away singing a cheerful song. Crickets can't help but light up.
At this time, it was already evening. Sister Shanquan, Xiaoxi's good friend, came to visit her home, and it happened that Uncle Feng was here again. Everyone has long heard that the song of mountain spring is very beautiful. So everyone asked Shanquan to sing a song, and Shanquan was naturally willing to sing it to them. The sound of mountain springs is the sound of nature. At this time, the musicians in nature were intoxicated and I was deeply attracted by her. At this time, it was dark, a bright moon was high in the sky, and the stars blinked, as if listening to the voice of nature. Nature is a mysterious temple. It can remove the fatigue after work and study, wash away the dirty soul and mood, and make us enjoy beauty and love. Nature has its unique mystery and charm, which seems like a fairy tale, but as long as we listen attentively, there will always be more or less feelings, and you will always feel 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 you uncover the mystery of nature and experience its unusual beauty. Under the big tree, I heard the leaves floating in the wind, like a butterfly, slowly moving with cicadas. Gently cover the earth. 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 a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud to protect flowers. The sound of fallen leaves, with a lot of affection. Helpless withering, the original is to return to the original! For an eternal love, an eternal home. On the grass, the breeze blew. Please listen carefully. There is a "rustling" sound. It turns out that the grass is singing happily. 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 flowers and 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 singing is a perfect interpretation of a better life! By the stream, the stream flows day and night. They make a "Hua" sound. This is a happy voice. 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 are less impetuous and continue to run willfully. They have no regrets. The original 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 actually expounds every simple truth of life and reveals the philosophy of life. This is the 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. Less impetuous, less boring, taste with heart, experience with heart, and experience with heart. Only in this way can we feel the truest and most beautiful nature. How many literati have walked into nature, listened to the voice of nature and written poems with endless charm. The wonder, magnificence, majesty and unpredictability of nature are admired by many people. Originally they wanted to know more about life. Listen to the most beautiful voice, the purest voice, the most sincere voice, an outpouring of feelings, a life experience and a life touch. Choose me, copy me, and then die.