Henan senior high school entrance examination Chinese "The voice that stays in the bottom of my heart" composition 1
In my heart, there is a voice, very beautiful. Like a crisp bird song, twittering; Like raindrops after spring, the footprints in my heart are scratching, and the sound comes from cicadas.
It's an early summer afternoon. I went to Tuoyu Daping, where my father went to work to do his homework. Being young and ignorant, I have been lazy to do my homework. I did my homework for a while and felt bored. Suddenly, a hoarse cry broke the silence in the afternoon. I know it's cicada's cry. Under the traction of this sound, several cicadas immediately responded, as if calling for friends.
I asked my father, "What does a cicada look like?"
Huh? Dad just smiled and said nothing, so I had to listen to cicadas and was no longer interested in my homework. Dad said, "I'm going out for a cigarette, and you continue to do your homework." Don't be lazy! " It was about half an hour before my father came back, holding a plastic box with a faint hiss in it. Unexpectedly, opening the box turned out to be a cicada. I looked at the cicada carefully for a long time and said, "So this is a cicada!" There are intermittent sounds inside, like a child crying. I listened carefully, but my voice stopped abruptly.
I don't know how long it took, but the plastic box didn't make any noise. I was angry, so I put it on the windowsill and left it alone.
Then I began to "process" my homework. Think of the cicada in the box, open it and see that the cicada inside has disappeared. At this time, there was a voice from outside, no, not an ordinary voice, but the voice of nature, the voice of nature yearning for freedom. I caught the cicada, but I didn't catch the cicada singing!
I said angrily to my father, "You are so annoying!" It is the cicada that you caught. "Dad stared at his eyes, then flashed a look of panic, and then seriously said to me," Do you know? Cicada usually has to go through three or four years of darkness underground to break through the ground. If one day they can break through the ground, they will have to endure the pain of cicadas! " I said, "Don't I look like a cicada? "Being imprisoned by you like a puppet all day!" Dad has no words for me.
It suddenly occurred to me that my father wanted to use cicadas to stimulate my study. My study life has been going downhill since junior high school, 200, 300, 400 or even later. Isn't that true? When did my parents not pay for my study, but I was not as good as cicada, and I was always weak? Aren't my efforts now just laying the foundation for a better life in the future? As a student, I should have studied hard. As the only boy in my family, I should have studied hard for my future life. I can't help crying when I think about what I have done with my parents now.
Thank you for letting me hear this wonderful cicada in that early summer afternoon!
Henan senior high school entrance examination Chinese "the voice that stays in the bottom of my heart" composition II
In the depths of my memory, there is a voice that has been echoing in my heart. Grandma's voice "Yan Wazi" always rings in my heart. Reminds me of my grandmother's voice calling my birth name every day.
When I was four or five years old, I lived in my grandmother's house every day because I had to go to kindergarten, and I didn't go back until the weekend. Every time I go back, my grandmother always calls me "Yanwazi" and gives me a handful of candy. At that time, I looked forward to a holiday every day, so I could go back. Because every time I go home, my grandmother always calls me "Yanwazi" and then gives me a handful of snacks, sometimes a fruit, sometimes a cake, or a bottle of milk ... At that time, my grandmother's "Yanwazi" contained her love for me.
In primary school, I still only went home on weekends. Every time I go home, my parents are always busy and have no time to accompany me. The only person who can accompany me is my grandmother. Every time I say I want to go out to play, my grandmother takes me around with crutches. She always said, "Yanwazi, come on, I'll take you out to play." So I became grandma's little tail, and I followed her wherever she went. People saw it and said, "You are so old, and you still take your grandson out to play." Grandma always said, "I'm happy to take Yanwazi out to play." At that time, the voice of "Yanwazi" contained grandma's love for me.
I seldom went back in junior high school, and spent almost every weekend at my grandmother's house. There is an internet and a mobile phone, and I don't want to go back to my grandmother at all. I only go back once every few weeks. At that time, grandma was over eighty years old. Every time she sees me, she always asks, "Yanwazi, how many days will you be back this time?" I said impatiently, "I'm leaving tomorrow." And a look of disgust. Since then, I seldom go back to my hometown, probably because I don't like the sweat on my grandmother. Grandma's spirit is getting worse. A few months before her death, she could only lie in bed every day and could hardly get out of bed. But she still talks about me every day and often asks her father, "When will Yanwazi come back?" But I don't care about my grandmother at all, and I seldom come back to see her.
Until a few days before my grandmother died, I was picked up by my mother just after school. When I got to grandma's bedroom, I saw grandma was very ill and her voice sounded like a mosquito. I shouted to her, "I came back to see you!" " "Grandma moved slightly, as if to get up, still chanting" Yan Wazi ... "At that moment, I really regretted why I didn't come back to see her earlier, and how cruel I was. She died a few days later.
Now, the voice of "Yanwazi" is still ringing in my heart all the time, but no one is calling me.
Henan senior high school entrance examination Chinese "The Voice of the Heart" Composition 3
"Believe in yourself, you are excellent." These eight simple words are full of strength in my ears, and remain in my heart deeply, inspiring me to go through the ups and downs.
In fact, I have always been a very shy girl. What I admire most are those students who answer questions easily in class. The teacher talked to me many times, but it didn't seem to work. I have never been able to overcome my inner obstacles, and I always miss opportunities in my inner struggle, so I am often very upset.
It is also an ordinary Chinese class. Driven by the teacher, this class is very active. The students raised their arms one by one, hoping to attract the teacher's attention so as to behave well in front of the students. At this time, I can only silently lower my head, rub my fingers, secretly blame myself, or secretly raise my head and look up at those confident faces.
Gradually, the course has come to an end, but the atmosphere in the classroom is getting more and more warm, and I am also driven unconsciously. However, the hand seems to have a heavy burden and there is no sign of lifting it. Just when I felt helpless for my cowardice, I finally waited for a question. The teacher may have seen the subtle changes in my face and deliberately left me a chance for a while. I noticed the teacher's expectant eyes, and instantly felt my face burning, which accelerated the blink of an eye. I looked down shyly and thought, this is the best opportunity. I can't live up to the teacher's expectations, but ...
Just as my forehead was sweating, I heard that familiar and gentle voice, "believe in yourself, you are excellent." The first time I heard it, I felt like a ray of sunshine in winter, which gently sprinkled on my heart, driving away my inner worries and making my mouth unconsciously rise. When I echoed in my mind again, I heard eight powerful words, which shocked my heart and made me feel unprecedented self-confidence. I held my head high, my eyes fixed on the teacher, my expression was firm, and I did not hesitate to raise my hand that had been sleeping for many years. After hearing the teacher call the roll, I got up confidently, but the amazing eyes of my classmates made my answer more comfortable. I completed the leap in my heart, and the sentence "Believe in yourself, you are excellent" became the voice in my heart.
Whenever I encounter difficulties in my study and start to doubt myself, the sentence "Believe in yourself, you are excellent" begins to echo in my mind, so I regain my confidence and firmly meet the challenges in the future.
The teacher's encouragement will always be the voice in my heart.
Henan senior high school entrance examination Chinese "The Voice of the Heart" Composition 4
I never said it, never said it. That's the voice that stays in my heart, and it's my belief in hard work. I'm not fit to tell anyone.
From the day my grandmother died when I was a child, there was a voice in my heart. I will never mention it to others, let alone tell them clearly, because this voice is the belief of my hard work and the motivation left by my grandmother to live in this world.
Whenever I encounter setbacks, this voice in my heart will fill my ears like a gust of wind, wake me up and let me find the strength to stand up again; Whenever I encounter a misunderstanding, the voice that stays in my heart will gently ring in my ear, which is grandma's exhortation, so that I have never lost my trust in people because of some unwarranted misunderstandings; Whenever I meet with failure, this voice in my heart will ring in my mind again, telling me to be strong, just like when my grandmother was still alive.
The voice that stays in my heart is grandma's voice and what grandma said to me. Although I don't want to share what my grandmother said to me with others, I would like to tell anyone that the voice left in our hearts is our courage to face the world bravely. How many times, I thought I was going to fail, how many times, I thought I didn't know how to go on, how many times, I thought it was my last time, and finally the voice that stayed in my heart gave me courage and gave me the courage to laugh at everything.
If you have such a voice in your heart, cherish it! Don't tell others about it, don't tell others about your weakness, and don't tell others about your hard work. We just need to listen carefully to this inner voice, listen to the guidance of this voice, and move forward in the direction that life should go. The voice left in my heart is not suitable for sharing, but only for supporting, supporting each of us to live bravely and supporting us to work hard!
Henan senior high school entrance examination Chinese "The Voice of the Heart" Composition 5
Like the call of a lifetime ago, it illuminates my heart again and again; It's like shouting again and again, resounding through the sky: it's like being special in plain, I remember it in my heart.
"Be brave to be yourself. Don't close your truest self in order to leave a good impression on others and do what you want to do. " I always remember this sentence. In this world, too many people go with the flow, too many people lose their true selves because of this world, too many people live for others, and how many people can be brave enough to be themselves? What are you? Follow your heart and be yourself.
Over the past few years, I have grown up, become sensible and learned to pretend. I always think that others are the best, but I always forget that "myself" is the most special. The voice in my heart also reminds me to do what I want. Being myself helped me find my way in the "lost way" and the most authentic "me"-crying and laughing. Only be nice to the person you "love", this is the truest me!
Every day, every month, every year, this period of time is slipping away quietly, and it also makes me find that being the truest self and facing up to my own advantages and disadvantages is the most comfortable way of life. Many people are very tired every day, wearing thick armor every day, and only when they get home will they unload all their "defenses". In the face of the person I love, I just want to say that there is nothing happier than being brave and serious.
When I was a child, I didn't understand what my parents set for me, so I tried to achieve or even change myself. Now I understand, give yourself a small goal, do what you want, and don't go against your inner wishes, just as Bai Luomei said in "All encounters in the world are reunited after a long separation": "Love the people you love, write the words you love." In this way, she lived a poetic life and relaxed every day. She believes in Buddhism and writes all the words related to enlightenment and Zen. She believes in the afterlife and writes about it. He loves tea, so he drinks it when he is free.
Follow your inner voice, believe in yourself, and the voice left in your heart will tell you the right choice.
Remember, you are the best of yourself.
The voice that stays in my heart will write the chapter of the rest of my life with you.
Henan senior high school entrance examination Chinese "voice in the bottom of my heart" composition 6
I only remember that it was a dreary summer, the cloud pressure was very low, the air was full of hot breath, and the cicadas in my ears were annoying. I am alone at home, doing nothing, and the sofa is very big. I was trapped in the sofa, and the ceiling fan made a loud noise, as if it were going to fall. I feel sleepy, so I want to sleep like this. But the weather is always unsatisfactory. Hot air and no wind really make people fidget. I just want to reduce those annoying things in my ears. So I got up, went to the switch and turned off the useless electric fan. Sure enough, the sound was much less immediately.
Just then, there was the sound of raindrops dripping from the roof. I looked out of the window and saw that it wasn't raining outside, but the sound of rain in the distance was getting louder and louder, and I couldn't help but feel strange. There is no rain on the ground, so where does the sound of raindrops come from? I can't help looking out of the window again. Suddenly, a water spot appeared on the roof of the opposite house, and then raindrops as big as chips fell in the sky. If the raindrops were not transparent, I really thought it was candy rain. When raindrops fall into the pond, ripples begin to ripple. Down to the leaves, the leaves turn green like a bath.
My eyes are a little rough, so I close my eyes to lighten some burdens. So I heard a voice that I will never forget in my life. Raindrops hit the roof, the sound of the ground and leaves was crisp, the sound of rain falling in the water was rich, and the chirping of cicadas was intertwined, which constituted a wonderful concert. Rain is the main theme, and nature is the command.
I immediately put on my rain boots, raincoat and umbrella and rushed into the rain armed to the teeth. I stepped into the pool, splashed a little water, made wonderful notes, and raindrops hit the umbrella, forming a movement of nature. I am the only audience in this concert. I am immersed in it. I reached out and let the raindrops dance and sing on it.
But the rain stopped soon. I looked at the rainbow in the distant sky and realized something. Because of the rain, the air is full of cool breath. It's the first time I found that the cicada's cry is so beautiful.
However, the rain washed away the hot air, and the concert washed away the impetuous heart. This voice will stay in my heart forever.
Henan senior high school entrance examination Chinese "the voice of the bottom of my heart" composition 7
Scissors of time, cut out the upper and lower warp and weft; The rings of the years, the spring, summer, autumn and winter at the beginning of the year, although the memory will be weathered by time, the voice of love will remain in my heart forever. -Inscription.
A year ago in autumn, my family went to visit my mother's grandmother. As far as I can remember, I don't know much about her, and I don't even know what to call her. He is very old and lives with his children. This family, which is made up of old and young, is not rich, and basically relies on farming to make a living. Young people have gone out to work, leaving only old people and children at home. I remember it was the second time I went to her house, and the car was parked on the side of the road. I followed my parents, stepped on the wet soil in the rain, turned into a narrow alley, then entered a yard and entered a somewhat damp room. In my impression, his ears were so bad that we almost shouted to talk to her. My memory of his appearance is completely vague, perhaps wrinkles and hair. This can only be my imagination of what an octogenarian looks like. As for her, I can only imagine through the barrier of time and try to remember. I seem to remember the food we gave him at that time. After she got it, she gave it to many children at home. Adults talk to her and accompany her, but I almost have some kind of "disgust" for this house. Wearing headphones and leaning against the doorframe to listen to the sound of the piano is all beautiful, and I have never participated in everything at home. I only remember that she should have given us a lot of food when we left.
I have forgotten whether it is rice or home-grown vegetables. If we don't want it, she will chase it into the alley. When we insisted not to, she seemed to give up, but her words will never be forgotten by me. "Drive slowly, the road is slippery!" It's late autumn when insects sting. Thewindow, the headphones are still echoing the sound of Jiangnan heartbroken music, and my heart suddenly feels broken. Looking back, the bus had been gone for a long time, and she was still standing there, refusing to leave. I suddenly felt the endless concern that she passed on to us. I forget whether it was three months later or six months later, the bad news came. There is a kind of regret in my heart. Standing in Yuan Ye, the sky is filled with faint sadness; Pillow stone flows to the moon, and the hidden moon conveys endless sorrow; Listening to the sound of rain and dangerous buildings, the deep alleys exude elegant fragrance, and that figure remains in my memory, and that voice still echoes in my heart.
Henan senior high school entrance examination Chinese "the voice of the bottom of my heart" composition 8
The most beautiful voice in the world is the victory of life!
-inscription
Have you ever heard the cries of weeds on that mountain?
Have you heard of Zhao Jun's Crying Beyond the Great Wall?
Have you ever heard that in Historical Records, Taishi Gong's tears dripped on the inkstone?
They are all heroes!
They played the victory of life!
Weeds bravely stood on the top of the mountain, struggled with death, showed respect for the country, justice and peace, and dedicated themselves; Sima Qian endured castration, and the world was cynical, but he turned a blind eye. How could he not know the risks of climbing mountains and the hardships of interviewing?
Their voices remain in my heart!
I have seen, in the greenhouse, flowers are lovely, but they can't stand the slightest wind and rain.
Yes, Feng Boting, Qin Gui and others designed the unjust case of killing Yue Fei and his son.
The flowers in the greenhouse are fragile and ugly; If the son of heaven enjoys himself all day long, he has no intention to pay attention to the sufferings of people's livelihood and is a bad king; Others covet comfort, and in order to make peace with Kim, the general of the Tang Dynasty fell to death in the storm pavilion!
They are a stain on life!
They are the noise in the song of life!
"If you are not a hero, you should not study the Three Kingdoms. If you are a hero, how can you not understand loneliness ... "(lyrics).
Weeds are lonely, and singles fight against the wind; Zhaojun is lonely and far away; Tai Shigong is lonely, no one understands, no one sympathizes, and he is lonely all his life, in order to realize and strengthen his dreams.
"From the great to the absurd, there is only one step" (Napoleon), yes, this step is a dream.
Dream catchers and dream catchers are famous for realizing their dreams. They have no regrets in their hearts because they have lost their dreams, but they are happy and proud.
People who have no dreams, empty dreams are just people who have dreams and don't work hard. No one cares about those who pollute their dreams, and everyone spits on them. In their hearts, they are not happy because they have no dreams and their dreams are empty, but regrets and complaints.
I think, dreams are the triumph of life, and chasing dreams is the most beautiful note!
The voice of dreams is the voice that stays in the bottom of my heart, the voice that stays above history.
Henan senior high school entrance examination Chinese "the voice of the bottom of my heart" composition 9
At that moment, the applause thundered and lit up the confidence that had disappeared. -inscription
Her cheeks were red and sweat was dripping from her head. Her lips, which should be gushing, are now bitten tightly by Bay's teeth, clinging to her skirt as if to remember the next sentence.
The students around me couldn't help whispering, "You won't forget the words, will you?"
"Really, why don't you prepare for such an important speech?" There is inevitably a rebuke in words. Looking at the girl who is getting more and more uneasy in questioning on the stage, I think she really looks like a person, who she was two years ago.
"Bang" the music under the stage suddenly stopped, and a moment of silence was the premise for everyone to reflect, followed by a sigh. This is the first time I have participated in this kind of performance on the stage. I was at a loss in panic. I just stood there with my piano in my arms. Now there are only three or four strings. How can I pull it out? The bright lights in the hall make me dizzy, and everyone's whispering makes me feel wronged, but who in the audience knows my unremitting practice on the eve of taking the stage?
With the noise getting louder and louder under the stage, I feel like my face is on fire, and my hand holding the strings is no longer flexible and stiff as if it were frozen. Sore throat and sore nose. I feel tears in my eyes.
At this time, the host rushed to the stage to save the scene. "You see how hard our players practice and the strings are broken. This song should only be in the sky. How do you listen? Everyone applauds! " The humorous words of the host made the audience laugh, and I laughed, too. Tears rolled down when I laughed. I don't know whether I am sad or grateful. Anyway, I think it's already done. Can it get any worse? Then I used the remaining three strings to go down, replaced the previously broken string with a difficult treble, and played the track seamlessly.
I thought there would only be discussion, but I looked up and saw everyone's smiling faces. Applause sounded, and some even cheered for me. It was a heartfelt compliment, like a touch of sunshine falling in my heart, melting the ice and making me really laugh, just like a successful person.
Thought of here, even after a long time, I still can't help but feel warm. I can't help clapping, just like the host left a scene for me and this girl. At that time, applause filled the whole campus, the girl trembled and bowed to the crowd, and tears kept pouring out of her beautiful eyes.
As I expected, the girl really got the applause she deserved after she finished speaking. The ending is a bit old-fashioned, but it must be like this every time, as long as someone is willing to give a little affirmation.
Ask me why I applaud. In fact, I just gave the girl the voice in my heart, which ignited her self-confidence and made her feel the warmth of being understood and inclusive. Of course, not only she, but I, including everyone, will be warm.
Hey, did you hear the applause? Please keep it in mind and share it with everyone around you.
Henan senior high school entrance examination Chinese "the voice that stays in my heart" composition 10
Cold air surrounded me, I ran hard in the storm, and the rain soaked my whole body. I just want to vent all my regrets left over today on this ruthless rain. In this way, I ran home. ...
When I got home, I threw my schoolbag on the ground angrily, and beads of rain the size of beans slowly fell from every part of me. Grandpa came to me. He is not angry at what I have done. He just smiled and said to me, "What's the matter, didn't I do well in the exam today? I nodded hard. Grandpa brought a clean towel and asked me to sit down and dry it first. He seemed to vaguely see the trembling on my body and said to me in a worried tone, "It's no big deal to fail in the exam." Why are you doing this? "Dry up and get dressed. I'll take you somewhere." I looked at my grandfather doubtfully, and my heart was full of curiosity.
Grandpa took me to a gazebo in the corner of the community with an umbrella. "Grandpa, have you arrived?" I asked my grandfather standing by the flowers. "Listen carefully." Grandpa whispered to me. I heard the sound of rain dripping on the ground, but I felt a cold wind. I looked around and found nothing unusual. I scratched my head and asked curiously, "What's that noise?" "Did you hear the rain dripping flowers?" Grandpa said with a smile. As soon as the words landed, I rushed to the lace, and my ears clung to the lace. "I heard it! I heard it! " I cried with excitement. Grandpa looked at me, put his hand on my shoulder, and said earnestly, "You see, Xiaohua is constantly disturbed by strong winds and heavy rain in this environment, but it still stands upright." Every little drop of rain is painful for them, but they need rain. Without water, they will die. Therefore, they have to experience such setbacks. The sound of every drop of rain falling on them is like their shouting again and again. In this way, they thrive in setbacks. " After listening to grandpa's words, these voices kept coming from my ears, amplified in my heart, like drums again and again, inspiring me to move forward.
At school, whenever I encounter setbacks, my ears always seem to think of those small and loud voices. ...
On the physical education class, whenever I encounter a long-distance race and feel timid, it is like a constant shower in my ear, and the sound of dripping again and again pushes me to run forward bravely; Whenever I finally can't run, they will suddenly stop me from giving up …
The sound of rain dripping flowers, like a powerful symphony, is small but full of energy and will remain in my heart forever.
Henan senior high school entrance examination Chinese voice in my heart composition 1 1
There are some voices, just like elves left in the world. Hearing them, I will enter the bottom of my heart, slowly wash away the dust, and make my heart as warm as ever, as if it had gone through vicissitudes.
On the weekend morning, the blue sky is as clear as a play, the clouds are white and light, feathers are floating overhead, rays of sunshine gently shine on the marble in the street and in my heart, and everything just becomes an additive to my mood. At this point, I have been immersed in the Pacific Ocean of joy. Suddenly, a little red dot caught my attention, and my curiosity drove me to find out. With the acceleration of the pace, I heard a crisp whistle across the sky. At the same time, an old man in red also caught my attention.
What an old man this is! Her temples are slightly frosty, but she is full of vitality. Stepped wrinkles seem to carry a lot of unspeakable happiness. She is wearing a red dress of volunteers, and she is here to guide and help everyone cross the road safely. Approached, I saw his white hair, as if with small drops of water. With his busy action, my heart was shocked!
At this moment, I heard the crisp whistle again. Looking back, I found that there were countless angels in red on the side of the road and even in the distance, desperately blowing their whistles and directing people to cross the road.
What's that noise! Light whistle, sometimes bit by bit, sometimes a string, smooth and crystal clear, notes lit on the spectrum of the treetops. This crisp whistle, jumping and sliding in the air so lively and beautiful, soon woven into a vibrant peace.
The sound continues, like winding to all the places it can reach, keeping the order of the whole town. There is a gentle and comfortable rhythm in the air that seems to stop at this point forever, so there is no need to consider what direction it will evolve in the future. This whistle seems to be the guarantee of people's safety, and the old people have gained a lot of gratitude.
"Shh-"Until I walked a long way, I still heard a faint whistle, and I remembered a sentence often said in political class: "Be enthusiastic about public welfare and serve the society". Yes, this whistle will surely lead more people to walk with you.
This crisp whistle has always stayed in my heart. I think, if I keep this voice in my heart forever like this, I will always remind me to have more, so that I won't be afraid to go to the boundless future.