The composition of voice 1 entered the school, and I had a warm hug with Lang Lang's reading voice. There were flowers on campus and vegetables in the countryside. It is beautiful in the morning.
The school in the morning is the most beautiful. In the morning, you can hear not only Lang Lang's reading, but also the music teacher playing the piano. That wonderful voice let me enter another space. There are many small notes in it, so cute. They make different sounds. I play games, sing and dance, and run with them. ...
In the morning, you can not only hear wonderful sounds, but also see them dancing and singing together-dew, flowers, grass and trees. Flowers, dew and wind dance together, dancing a lovely swan dance. The wind sings with the trees and grass, singing the lovely swan song.
When I entered the class, I heard the teacher writing rustle. It's like playing the violin. That's great.
After class, I walked around the campus, smelled the vegetables and listened to them. Radish said: "The farmer's uncle planted us hard and gave us water, insects and weeds every day." "But some people don't cherish us and leave us behind." Cabbage said. Having said that, I gradually feel that vegetables must not be wasted.
Soon in the afternoon, we are going to run. I heard that the sound of running is so neat and beautiful, like the sound of musicians playing drums.
The voice of the school is beautiful, like a slim girl!
How wonderful the music of nature is. If you listen attentively, you are sure to find something new.
The quiet early summer is coming. In the pond, the frog found many of his own kind and sang loudly together in beautiful places, but the lotus provided it with a beautiful venue. The little fish in the water swam happily, jumping out of the water from time to time to cheer the frogs up. I don't know whose naughty child picked up the stone and threw it into the water playfully. Suddenly, the sound of playing came to an abrupt end.
In a vibrant forest in full of green, thrush and magpie are happily shuttling through the forest. In the green forest, thrush and magpie are very clear. Two birds stopped in a tree and sang together. Crisp and euphemistic calls have a unique rhythm. Listening to the beautiful voice of nature, I can't help but feel the beautiful body of nature, smell the fragrant fragrance and unforgettable voice. The earth applauds them, white clouds set them off, trees provide them with a place, and the natural sounds of thrush and magpie make everyone happy. Music never stops, and happiness never stops. That voice is refreshing and has a unique and unusual fragrance; This is the sound of nature.
Listen attentively, nature is really beautiful, the sound of nature leads my every vein, and the unique rhyme leads my soul.
Believe in it, and listen to the voice of nature attentively, which makes people feel refreshed!
Phonetic composition 3 "Tick-tock, Tick-tock" began to rain lightly, and the raindrops could not wait to fall. One of the raindrops fell on the field and saw Mai Miaoer bending weakly and crying! Xiaoyu quickly comforted Mai Miao: "Mai Miao! Mai Miao! Don't cry, I'll ask my partner to help you become stronger, more beautiful and healthier! " At some point, Xiaoyu called a partner to feed the wheat seedlings. As before, the wheat seedlings stand upright like trees.
"Tick-tock, tick-tock" Another raindrop falls on the pond. Seeing the fish depressed, he asked, "What's the matter, depressed?" "alas!" The fish sighed and said, "Now everyone doesn't play with me." Xiaoyudian listened and said, "Then I'll call my friend to play with you!" " ""really? " "Keep your word!" Xiao Yudian said. Then Xiaoyu called several partners to come over and play with Xiaoyu. Xiaoyu's heart is happier than anything else!
The beauty of nature is not only the beauty of appearance but also the beauty of music. Listen carefully. Beautiful and lovely music is like a lullaby.
Come to the garden, a place full of natural green. Whenever, the "performers" in the garden always keep playing. I often think: Aren't "performers" tired? Or is one of them tired of singing and let the other sing?
Sometimes, at night, I will hear frogs singing, crickets accompanying, fireflies dancing, and many small animals attending the concert. All the audience were fascinated.
During the day, I sometimes listen to Symphony of Rain. This symphony is different every time, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes heavy, sometimes light. When it rains, every leaf, every little flower, dirt roads and stones become music, including trumpets, pianos, violins, horns … almost all musical instruments. This symphony is not inferior to other symphonies, and it is unique and cannot be imitated.
The rain stopped, but before the song was finished, the beads of rain on the leaves slipped down and dripped into the puddle, making a crisp sound.
I went home to take the bus today and heard the good voice on the bus. Who sent it? I'll talk about this slowly.
The children were very happy when they got on the bus this afternoon. Everyone says so, so do I. Suddenly, Doudou's mother suggested that Lu Li sing for everyone, so I pricked up my ears. It turns out that Doudou's mother suggested Coco's mother sing nice songs for the children. Everyone is looking forward to seeing aunt. Aunt's face was a little red, but she still walked generously to the center of the bus and used her mobile phone as a microphone. At this time, everyone can't wait, can't wait to shout, "Aunt Lu, one, one". Aunt waited for us to stop shouting and said, "Well, I'll sing a song, which was kissed by my mother." Everybody clap your hands together, and my aunt sings. It's really nice. It's the most beautiful song I've ever heard. After singing, everyone felt that they had not heard enough, so they all said "one more, one more".
Everyone is very enthusiastic, and Aunt Lulu is also very encouraged. She sang song after song, and soon the bus came. I think the time on the road passed quickly today. Aunt's singing not only enriched my ears, but also inspired me to sing a song. Unfortunately, I have a bad voice now. I run away as soon as I sing, and sometimes I scream. I want to learn from my aunt and let her teach me to sing. I also want to sing the best voice.
The composition of sound 6 Lang Lang's reading sound, I like it. Because it can make us progress and gain rich knowledge;
I hate the sound of catching mahjong. Because it will make me addicted and not enterprising.
Elegant and emotional music, I like it. Because it can make us relax and improve people's quality;
I hate vulgar music. Because it will make people lose their quality and spirit.
I like the crisp and pleasant school bell. Because it will prompt us to attend classes and create a peaceful learning environment for us;
I hate the bleak and harsh alarm in the street. Because it will make us afraid of the disharmonious social environment.
I like the quiet sound at night. Because it will make us have a comfortable study and rest environment;
I hate artificial noise. Because it will interrupt my thoughts and dreams untimely.
I like breeze and drizzle. Because it will make people feel very calm and comfortable;
It sounds like Hong Zhong's voice, and I hate it. Because it can make people feel depressed and uneasy.
The voice of nature is riding the breeze, the warm sunshine overhead, and stepping on the mossy stone road, moving forward firmly. Perhaps it is the singing of birds that gives me the strength to keep going. Listen, the euphemistic songs of birds flow out like the spring water of the soul, which is beautiful. With a faint valley, it seems that the mountain is more quiet and refreshing! Finally stepped on the green flag halfway up the mountain. I took a long breath and set foot on a quiet path, accompanied by birds singing rhythmically. Under the cover of trees, the road is quieter. Walking, my heart has flown to a haunted place. Finally, the murmur of the stream and the faint birdsong echoed in my ears. Here we are! This is really a good place, where streams are gurgling and birds are singing gently. This is a paradise, where a big tree overhead can provide shade and a stone bench at the foot can enjoy the cool. Listening to the sound of the stream is so beautiful, as if it were a child's innocent laughter, which makes people feel prosperous; How tactfully the birds sing, just like a singer singing a beautiful song with his beautiful voice. Look, the insects got together and started a concert. I really want to be one of them. In a short time, it began to rain in Mao Mao, and the sound of the rain in spring was nice: Ding-winter-Ding-East, it was really wonderful. At this moment, it looks like a concert of rain. Everything is listening to this wonderful music with your heart and experiencing it with your heart. After the rain, the birds sang euphemistic songs again, as if to put an end to the sound of nature. ...
Voice Composition 8 "People's voices are different because of different timbres, and people's voices are different because of different tones." The physics teacher said solemnly.
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My heart, though far away, always haunts my ears. "baby"
One year old. Timid
In the spring garden, grandma coaxed the "baby"-I was there, with flowers, green grass, shade and everything, so peaceful. At that time, I was not strong enough and didn't work hard enough, so I would never learn to walk. This is a particularly easy thing to talk about, which makes me feel at a loss. I won't be as strong as other children, because I have lived in my grandmother's house since I was a child. "Good boy, good baby, come, don't be afraid, it doesn't matter, you are the best, come and give me a hug." Young me, I finally took a difficult step. I walked towards my grandmother, stumbling all the way, and I chose to be strong.
Seven years old. glad
In the kitchen of love, "honey, come back and eat quickly. What do you want to eat?" Grandma will help you do it. "I don't talk, because I want to surprise my grandmother." Grandma! Look! I got the certificate, haha, I didn't embarrass you, did I? "I ...
I like listening to the sound of the wind, and I like its sound whenever.
I am a little girl in spring, very gentle. Her hand touched the grass gently, and the grass showed its green head curiously and inexplicably. Like a pupil standing in class, he bowed his head. In spring, I help Miss Liu to braid her green hair. Miss Liu is thanking the spring breeze. Feng Chun embraced Mr. Spring with her warm chest. Ding-Ding Dong-Dong, Mr. Quanshui thanked Miss Feng Chun with his beautiful piano sound.
In summer, Feng is a teenager in his twenties, and his passionate personality is a bit unbearable. Her slender hands hold the willow tree, and the cicada is frightened by her unrestrained personality and keeps calling the cicada. She held the beauties of the lotus, and all the beauties in the pool nodded-Hua seemed to be thanking them for bringing them coolness.
In autumn, Feng is a middle-aged woman. She is diligent. She drifted across the "golden ocean" and urged people to harvest quickly. Look at people's sweaty faces. She quickly wiped the sweat with her own wind. Seeing that people's efforts for a year have not been in vain, autumn wind is also happy for people!
In winter, Feng is an old man who laments how time flies. She kept scratching, and "Bang Bang" seemed to make people open the window to listen to her recall her youth.
I like the wind, let it float my thoughts to that distant place.
The composition of sound 10 Autumn sounds like a cheerful symphony. Listen, "Huhuhu", this is Xifeng playing the accordion! It sounds good to play! The tree is dancing! "Bye bye bye bye", it turned out that the little animal was playing the piano! Their piano sound is first-class! The river is singing!
"Bang bang", hey, whose voice is that?
It turned out that the fruit brothers played drums. They are all experts in drums, and together they form an active drum team.
Walking into the venue, there was a "click" sound in the distance. The big brother of the harvester is already working. He is practicing playing the erhu! Rice in the field, get up early every day to watch the big brother harvester show! Look! They all bent down one by one.
"poof!" That's fallen leaves practicing playing the flute! If you don't believe me, listen carefully to the fallen leaves. She is practicing seriously like a shy little sister, because she can't play the flute yet!
Phonetic composition 1 1 In my life, I am familiar with many voices. For example: the teacher's lecture, the alarm clock that wakes me up in the morning, the car horn, and the children playing downstairs. However, what warms me most is my mother's nagging every day.
Every morning at 6: 50, my mother will wake me up on time: "Baby, get up," my mother said. When going out to school, my mother would say, "Take your schoolbag, take your midget and put on the right shoes." At noon, my mother will ask me if I am sleepy. If I am sleepy, I will sleep for a while. When I do my homework at night, my mother always sits next to me, constantly reminding me to hold my head high, sit up straight, hold a pen, and urge me to finish my homework quickly and well. Before going to bed, my mother took pains to let me wash my feet, brush my teeth and wash my face. Every night in bed, my mother and I always talk for a while, and she will ask me, "What do you want to eat tomorrow? I will prepare it for you. " In this way, we chatted, and I fell into a sweet dream.
My mother nagged me year after year, day after day. Although sometimes I say, "You are so annoying!" However, I know in my heart that mother's nagging is a great maternal love, a selfless dedication, and the embodiment of all mothers' endless expectations and endless love for their children. I like my mother's nagging!
Phonetic composition 12 "If my husband is raining, even the moon can't open", watching the light rain outside the window, this sentence suddenly came to my mind, but my mood was the opposite.
Like rain. Whether it is a gauze-like drizzle or a heavy rain full of pride. Rain is romantic, and listening to it is more romantic.
Walking barefoot in the rain, I am as naughty as the rain at this time. In a short time, the voice of "Xi" has disappeared in the ear. Looking at the sky, I can't see the rain, but I obviously feel a cool kiss on my face. The rain is quiet, like a playful child, and it is drunk. Stunning flowers, slightly contaminated by rain, idle red powder is elegant and more rhythmic, accompanied by a slight floral fragrance, so poetic. The lush trees washed away by the rain are brighter and greener.
This is a beautiful sound of "moistening things quietly" but "like pouring pearls of all sizes into a plate of jade" Like pouring out a poem of the earth. Like a young girl, picking the guzheng lightly and plucking the heartstrings, a piece of classical music haunts my ears. Sometimes high, sometimes low, sometimes urgent, sometimes soothing.
It is raining! You are the spirit of the earth! Play freely in the world, nourish everything in the world, write the song of human life, and fly freely with your dreams!
You are the soul of the sea, rising from the sea and falling from the sky to find your own soul.
Black swallows fly across the sky. Swallow, do you also miss her beauty? Are you excited, too?
The composition of pronunciation 13 is in class, and I am reading in a daze.
"Wang Wang! Woof! " The students turned their eyes to the window.
"concentrate in class!" The teacher patted the table and said. The students continued to concentrate on the class, only I was still staring out the window.
After class, I went straight to the playground. It turned out that a stray dog broke into the school. I got bored and went back.
"Ah-!" Soon after, screams came from the playground. I rushed over and found several girls running and screaming. It is the dog that is chasing those girls. I immediately hid in the grass on one side.
"Hee hee!" I overheard a burst of laughter in the grass. I think those naughty boys must have lured dogs to bully girls!
Suddenly, I heard a sob. When I saw it, a junior was bitten by a dog. And then "good! Stop crying! " "The ambulance will be here soon!" His comfort sounds. It is his classmates and teachers who are comforting him.
"Beep-beep-!" The sound of the ambulance hurts my ears. I really want to ask out. But for the sake of the injured classmates, I still have to endure!
It's almost class time. I walked into the classroom, and there was a barking of dogs and the chase of security guards outside the window. Needless to say, it must be the sound of security guards driving dogs out of the school gate!
Voice 14 Autumn always brings a beautiful song. Listen, click, click, click. But where did those voices come from and where did they go? So, we searched and searched carefully, searched and searched … Finally, we found it in the autumn rain!
Autumn rain, with colorful pigments and sweet notes, came to the world.
"Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock", she smiled and gave the red to the maple tree. A naughty little raindrop found a fiery maple leaf, and then "beep" fell on the fiery maple leaf, and the maple leaf suddenly played music. That music is really nice, making other raindrops jump into the arms of maple leaves! Listen quickly! "Bang, bang", "di, di", what a beautiful voice!
Yellow was given to buttonwood by a girl from Yu Qiu. Light rain dripped on the plane leaves, as golden as honey. They thought it was honey! With a loud noise, they fell and shattered. ...
Suddenly, a cool autumn wind, "rustling sand", dispersed the clouds and blew away small raindrops. The rain stopped, the sun smiled pink and the rainbow hung in the sky. The wonderful singing stopped abruptly, but the colorful rainbow was like a staff. Isn't it because she makes autumn music so soft?
The composition of sound 15 There are so many sounds in summer, don't believe it, listen!
The sun shines on the earth like a hot fireball, and the cicada in the tree cries "cicada, cicada", as if cheering for the sun. The fruit in the grass also shouted "fruit, fruit", as if it were too hot. Nini, the dog, was also hiding in the air-conditioned room, sticking out her tongue and panting. After a while, Grandfather Sun seems to have met something sad and hid it secretly. Father-in-law Lei came, growling loudly and making a "rumbling" sound. Rain drops as big as beans fell, and the wind rolled the rain, pattering on the window like countless whips. All the children playing outside ran home, holding umbrellas and stepping on the water outside, dancing. After a while, the rain stopped and it cleared up. Birds flew out happily and sang songs on the branches, as if to say, "Father Sun is in a good mood again!" " "In the evening, the firefly sister flew to the grass to dance. Brother Frog couldn't help singing "Quack" as if he were accompanying her.
Ah! The sound of summer is really sweet!