Writing on Listening 1
Listen, the crying sound of the sea, Na Pianhai is like a song, it rings in your heart and mine.
Listen, the sound of the earth shaking, the green hills dripping, you and I will be in harmony with each other.
Listen, the choppy sound in the mountains. Listen to the natural harmony of mountains and rivers.
Listen to the sound of water, and listen to Du Fu's desolation that "there is Wu in the east and Chu in the south, and you can see the endless drifting of heaven and earth". Oh, what a wave of clear water it is, washing away the hearts of the relocated poets. I heard Zhang Ji's melancholy in the water, which is a fame he can't afford; I heard Yi An's thoughts of sowing seeds in the water, as if it were the pain of love; I heard Bai Juyi laughing and singing with the pipa girl in the water, and somehow I felt the sadness that "neither of us is happy-we meet each other forever." We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? ”。 I have never been such a scholar who felt sad at that time, but in their hearts, through this mottled Shui Ying, I heard a spark like a prairie fire.
Listen to the mountains, and listen to the majestic momentum that "all other mountains are short in the sky". Will reach its peak. " Oh, what a towering mountain it is. "Looking across the side of the ridge, the heights are different." There is a natural spirit in the confusion of fog-locked smoke cage. I heard the sound of playing chess with friends in the mountains, as if there were several unknown chirps in the silent mountains; I heard the sound of trees swaying in the wind in the mountains, so deep and quiet, as if an old man suddenly coughed; I even heard birds singing over and over again, which was especially bright and crisp in the empty mountains after the new rain. I have never been a good listener, but at the moment, I heard the long-lost silence coming from this mountain.
Shui Rou Hill; The mountain is static and the water is moving; The mountain is high and the water is long. Mountains and waters have their own characteristics. Listening to the mountain, what I hear is its proud head; Listening to the underwater sound, what I hear is its sentimental lingering; However, listening to the scenery, I hear a kind of sound, a kind of music from Boya and hippo chefs! Inadvertently flowing is the friendship that can't be erased, and inadvertently slipping is the unswerving idea that has gone through hardships. Even if it has been lost for many years, it can still be picked up. Listen to the sound of heartbeat, listen to the sound of breathing, and listen to the little feelings when the mountain is surrounded by water and flooded by water. "Phoenix once played here, so that this place is named after it, and the river flows naturally", "Three mountains and a half fall out of the sky, one Egret Island and one water", even a poet like Li Bai will miss his friend's departure!
Listen, listen to the towering mountains, listen to the flowing water, and listen to the unchanging friendship between mountains and rivers. In the sad water and the magnificent mountain, feel the true meaning of this life!
Listening topic writing II
Birds sing about life by crowing, while fish use their limbs to convey information. We use language to exchange ideas, express emotions, praise life and sigh nature. This is listening. Listening is a kind of communication, an intimate attitude, and a long way for us to understand each other's hearts and appreciate nature. We should learn to listen to the storms of nature and learn to listen to the joys and sorrows of others.
Life is a beautiful music, in which there are joyful notes and painful notes. To understand these notes, you should listen. Once you have this understanding, you will feel that listening is around you. Life is an endless sea, with sudden splashing and ups and downs. To feel the heart of the sea, you should listen. Once you have this feeling, you will feel that listening is around you.
Listening is the flower of the soul. Listening can reflect the light of pure enthusiasm. Listening is a breeze that can blow away the haze hanging over people's hearts; Listening is a meteor that breaks through the night and can bring people expectations; Listening is an unparalleled flower, which can bloom the core of life in exchange for people's appreciation and trust.
Listening to the teachings of elders is like reading a good book, which really benefits a lot. Listen to friends, share happiness and pain with friends, and make friends feel that they are not alone. Listen to others' complaints and make others feel comfortable, satisfied and simple. In my spare time, I walk alone in the mountains and listen to the sounds of nature: birds singing, insects crowing, Koizumi sobbing, the mountain wind whistling ... Let people find their own hot land and the most beautiful truth in their hearts.
On the trek, expect someone to support you when you fall; When you are upset, expect someone to share your worries; Expect someone to accompany you when you are lonely; When you fail, expect encouragement. This requires listening and companionship. People who are eager to listen are eager to listen, as urgent as "green flowers, leisurely in my heart". Listening is a young grass that has just sprouted in spring. It is full of vitality and expectation, and it also brings people new strength and expectation. Listening is like a cool breeze in a hot summer day, which sweeps away boredom and boredom and brings a pleasant and simple feeling.
When you are lost, a crisp bird song can comfort you; When you are sad, a breeze can let you go; When hesitating, a clear spring can help you ... Listening is calling, and we need to listen. Friend, shouldn't we hold hands and listen to create a more wonderful life?
Composition 3 on the theme of listening
Like to listen and enjoy the peace of mind; Close your eyes and draw beautiful wings with sound in the dark world; Meditation, isolating all secular voices with experience in a noisy world. ...
Listen-
The ancients said, "The benevolent enjoys Leshan, while the wise enjoys water. What is a cloud? Classical Chinese: benevolent people have different opinions, and wise people have different opinions. "
The stream gurgles, as if pregnant with life, neither slow nor slow. The stream should be "soft", close your eyes and listen, it is a ripple in your heart. The sound of the tide, such a magnificent sound, is the fierce sound of the collision between the sediment rolled up by the sea and the shore stone, which has brought us into the world of Jin Ge Tie Ma. When weapons collide, this is just. The sea diluted the blood, and it was a little more heroic!
Flowers bloom and fall.
Flowers fade, flowers fly all over the sky, and who will pity if the red disappears and the fragrance disappears? The spring pavilion floats softly, and the falling wool touches the embroidered curtain. 360 days a year, the wind and sword are threatening. You can be beautiful and fresh for how long, but once you drift away, you will never find it again. ...
Probably influenced by Daiyu's sighing flowers, she somehow became sentimental and worried about the sound of flowers falling. I remember reading such a passage "The Sound of Falling Flowers". At first, it was a tentative "bang", like a drop of rain hitting the table. Then, countless butterflies that were shot jumped down from a height. At that moment, the night was really quiet. Listening to your breath is like listening to the ebb and flow of the tide. The whole person was hung in mid-air by the sound of falling flowers, and his ears pricked up. I was shocked to hear that. Get up early and lie there with a table full of fallen flowers, safe and quiet. It is unbelievable that it has experienced such a thrilling night before. "This is extremely painful, how beautiful death is!
Bamboo pendulum, bamboo blowing.
Every time I appreciate the sound of bamboo, I admire the divine power of nature. The sound of bamboo flute is melodious, crisp and full of emotion, but when bamboo leaves rub, it is like an elf talking in the forest, which makes people feel relaxed and happy, as if the world is in hand but lost.
Rain, rain.
Sometimes the rain makes the sun docile, sometimes the rain drops on the eaves, slowly and rhythmically, and the "tick" makes the rock world quiet.
I like listening and enjoying inner peace: the sound of water is gurgling, the flowers are sad, the sound of bamboo is empty, the sound of rain is calm …
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Writing on the theme of listening 4
Have you ever heard the sound of the sun rising from the other side of the sky? It is a vigorous vitality; Have you ever heard the sound of water drops falling to the sky and the ground? That is a kind of selfless irrigation; Have you ever heard the subtle creak when you open a book? This is a rise of ink fragrance.
When I opened a book "Selected Poems of Su Shi", I heard a long, but sometimes majestic and powerful piano playing sound. The sound of playing the piano repeatedly came back to my mind, which made me vaguely see him dressed in white in a rainy lane in the south of the Yangtze River. I listened to a song "Water Tune", "I want to go home by the wind, but I'm afraid the building is beautiful, and it's too cold at the top …" This song rang alone, and the bright moon shone on the earth, and the sky was lonely and cold, and people were lovesick. However, "people have joys and sorrows, the moon has ups and downs, and it is difficult to achieve this in ancient times" is open-minded, and "I hope people will last for a long time, and thousands of miles are beautiful" is even more optimistic and sincere. Suddenly, the sound of Guqin became sharp, like a mountain flying spring falling on a bluestone board. I listened to a song "Red Cliff Slave", "river of no return, the waves are exhausted, the romantic figures of the ages ..." Although the melody is heavy, it reveals a sense of pride in a subtle way.
Listening to Su Shi, I heard a song called Optimism and Openness, which is full of "free and easy" melody.
Open the collection of Bacon's essays, only hear the deep and sharp clarinet sound, revealing a unique black humor. These notes were pieced together in front of me as Francis Bacon, Elizabeth's signer. In the never-ending clarinet, I heard his understanding of "truth": "Truth is the supreme blessing and beauty of human nature, the eternal creation and gift of God, and the only place for human beings to settle down." "People don't like the truth because:" It is very difficult to seek the truth, which fetters people's character. "I heard that, I can't help but sigh the profundity of his thoughts. At this time, the tone gradually rose, and I heard him criticize the ancient Roman emperor and say that "concealment is a sign of weakness, and concealment is often the natural result of secrecy, which is a real sin." A feeling of admiration arises spontaneously.
While listening to Bacon, I heard a chant called "Thought" and a sharp melody called "Truth".
Close the book quietly and go out to listen to the language of nature. On the way, I saw all the red and green, but I really couldn't see them. But the birds and insects in my ears are very clear. Yes, we live in a fast-paced world, which seems to enrich your life every day, but it is not. Only slow down and listen to the language in the book quietly; Listen to the sound of fish playing in the water; Listen to the sound of needle and thread colliding when mother sews clothes; Listening to the sound of the trail disappearing when the meteor cuts through the sky can really enrich your heart. Listen to learn knowledge and understand life. Make you discover the perfect qualities and profound thoughts of others, gain life experience, discover the perfection of life, and even fully realize it.
Let's slow down and listen to the world with our hearts.
Writing on the theme of listening 5
Students, have you ever heard crisp bamboo quietly jointing in the forest, or crystal dew quietly slipping on the water ... many voices have been ignored by us in the rush years. Only when we calm down and listen with a clear heart can we be moved by those voices.
Listen, birds are singing in the branches, crickets are chirping in the grass, the wind is whistling on the grassland, the waves are beating against the coast ... the sound is everywhere, all the time.
I like listening to the buzzing of bees. Whenever I hear this sound, my eyes seem to be busy with golden bees. These lovely little souls, whose lives are so short, have brewed sweet honey for people all their lives. I am deeply impressed by their dedication without regrets and obscurity.
I like to listen to the sound of glittering and translucent snowflakes flying and falling. Whenever I hear this sound, I seem to see snowflakes all over the sky, such as reed flowers and Bai Mei, catkins, such as duck feathers and down feathers, and dancing like beautiful silver butterflies.
I like to listen to the murmur of mountain streams. Whenever I hear this sound, I seem to see a clear and transparent stream flowing down the winding valley, sometimes urgent and sometimes slow. It runs and plays. Pat the colorful pebbles on the shore for a while, touch the grass sticking out of its head in the sand for a while, turn over the fluttering leaves for a while, and Doby chases its tadpoles for a while.
Besides listening to the sounds of nature, there is another voice in the world that moves us, and that is the voice of communication between teachers and students. We listened attentively to the teacher's tireless teachings and words. The teacher is leaning over to listen to our voices, active thinking and imaginative imagination ... This is not only the care for and respect for personality, but also the collision between hearts, the exchange of love and affection, and the integration of feelings. This kind of voice makes me feel the spring of love between teachers and students gurgling.
Students, don't turn off your ears. As long as you listen quietly, you will feel the richness and beauty of the sound. You will find that there is a world of sound around nature and human life.
Learn to listen to anyone and everything around you.
Learn to experience that happiness.
Composition on the theme of listening 6
The breeze is sitting idle, white clouds are lying high, flowers are in full bloom, and green waves are rolling like waves, all ears-that is the sound of spring.
The sun is like fire, lightning, thunder, storm and rainbow. Open your heart and listen-that's the footsteps of summer.
Autumn is crisp, there are no clouds in Wan Li, melons and fruits are fragrant, rice waves are rolling, you are whispering and listening-that is the voice of autumn.
Clouds roll and clouds are comfortable, the north wind rolls the ground, the frost and cold rivers are long, the trees bloom and the bells ring ... Listening is the passion of winter.
Close your eyes quietly and listen. ...
A long and beautiful piece of music slowly flows into the mood. It is quiet and peaceful here. Although it doesn't have a metallic knock and a hot beat, its charm is no less than any popular music in the world.
This appreciation of nature taught me how to calm down and "listen".
Listening is a kind of communication, a friendly attitude, and a long journey for us to understand each other's hearts and appreciate nature.
Listening is the flower of the soul. It can reflect my pure and enthusiastic light; Listening is a breeze that can blow away the haze hanging over people's hearts; Listening is a meteor that breaks through the night and brings people expectations; Listening is an unbeaten flower, which can bloom the core of life in exchange for people's appreciation and trust.
When I am depressed, as long as there is a crisp bird song, it can comfort me; When you are sad, as long as there is a breeze, you can resolve it; When I am hesitating, a "pointing" can help me a lot ... Listen, it is calling, we need to listen.
Walk into the world of music and listen-tranquility and warmth will attack my heart and penetrate into every corner of my heart.
Listening to music made me fall in love with listening to and playing the pipa.
From then on, every day, I always accompanied the sunset, and a deep voice flowed from the silk strings as thin as hair. Tadpole-like notes jump between my fingers like running water, and my heart is integrated with music.
Listening, putting aside the worldly noise and listening attentively has become my daily experience. I feel satisfied and happy from it, because I have more opportunities to listen than others, and I am listening to my heart.
I told myself, not for others, to be my own listener. Music is the most beautiful and harmonious. There are no impassioned words, but they are thought-provoking. It's good to listen and be a self-listener!
Yes, I am music that belongs to my heart, beautiful and far away. ...
Only those who love listening will have such spiritual friends, and they can understand the true meaning of life!
Writing on the theme of listening 7
Busy with the world, busy with fame and fortune, you might as well stop when you are tired, close your eyes and feel the breath of nature and listen to the wonderful sound of nature.
If it is spring, the peach blossom will blush overnight, and the pear blossom will continue its pure and innocent nature. Farmers like to mix peach trees with pear trees. So an orchard is as red and white as snow. Red and white set each other off, so beautiful that I don't even want to blink my eyes. But you still need to close your eyes, because only by closing your eyes will your hearing become extremely sharp. When you close your eyes, you will hear the wind kissing the petals, the bees flapping their wings and working, and the butterflies dancing a beautiful waltz. In an instant, you will feel that life is so beautiful that all your troubles have been forgotten.
If it is summer, the clear pond is full of lotus leaves and graceful lotus flowers. A gust of wind blew, and the fragrant lotus filled the nose. It is best at night, when everything is breathing slowly, and a sound is like a mountain stream singing softly. The evening breeze blew and the leaves rustled, as if telling a story of the day. At this time, you should find a clean stone, preferably by the pond. Sitting on the top of the stone, sorting out the chaotic thoughts and letting yourself blend in with this wonderful night scene. Sometimes, the wind will suddenly stop, and the bamboo leaves covered with dew will accidentally leak a drop of water, and when they hit the bluestone board, there will be a clear sound of water. You will be suddenly enlightened: your heart is full, you can pour out some troubles and leave more room for those happy things.
If it is autumn, the geese fly south and the vegetation withers. However, this is a harvest season. You can put down what you are doing for a while, stand in the cornfield, look at the golden corn cobs and listen to the farmers' shouts loudly. Listen carefully again, and you will hear that the corn cob is broken and the sweat of the farmers falls to the fertile land with a bang. This is also your harvest season. You should meditate, think about all the right and wrong things you have done, chew them over and over again and learn from them.
If it is winter, the north wind whistling, everything is covered with snow and ice. If you don't want to listen to the whispers of snowflakes outside, you can also hide by the fire and have a heart-to-heart talk with it. The fire "Yi Lie" expressed my feelings about life. At this time, you should get closer and let the fire shine on your face. Fire talks like an old man, but he can't be impatient. Grandpa Huo is talking about the philosophy of life. You should tell him your experience and let him analyze right and wrong for you. However, winter is a good season. It breeds spring and prepares everything for the future.
Give yourself a leisure day, listen to the sounds of the four seasons and feel the nature, so that life will not be gloomy.
Writing on the theme of listening
On this rainy summer night, I used to lie in bed leisurely and look at the wall lamp on the wall, as if I were in a fairy tale. My heart is tender, and so am I.
The fresh earthy fragrance wafted from the window, vaguely mixed with a hint of floral fragrance, which was beautiful, and there seemed to be such an inconspicuous sadness. Beautiful? I seem to see poor flowers dragging tired wet clothes outside the window, trying to stand more stably. The wet petals are dying, and the flower stems and petals are connected like that, struggling to support the weak body. I have no sympathy for her.
Such a helpless life, beautiful in appearance, can not stand the baptism of rain. The beauty of flowers is not perfect. She is not as beautiful and strong as Zhaojun.
The corners of my mouth rose slightly. The next morning, I wandered aimlessly and inadvertently caught a glimpse of the messy flower beds. Yesterday it was flowers and plants, but now it is pitiful. Small head pulling, listless, the life of flowers will not be too long.
I am helpless and sigh again.
It's still early in the morning, still aimless and unintentional, but I caught a glimpse of my raised face and straight back, giggling happily at the sun.
I looked at the pedestrians around me in a hurry because I was afraid they would see my surprised eyes.
I vaguely remember a sentence: the flower of success, people only admire her present brilliance! However, at the beginning, their buds were soaked with tears of struggle and filled with blood and rain of sacrifice.
Quietly relieved.
The sun rises and the breeze blows. ...
Writing on the theme of listening 9
Listening is a way to get close to autumn and an art to purify the soul. When the wind blows gently, the rain falls quietly, when the earth breathes slightly, when the birds float leisurely, do we open our hearts and listen to the autumn melody attentively?
Autumn, a sad and harvest season, with the acceleration of its pace, I gradually smell its flavor.
Look at that big tree. Leaves are slowly falling from the tree. As beautiful as a butterfly, but at the same time, people can't help but sigh that the falling leaves indicate the end of its life. Although I won't bury flowers like Lin Daiyu, I will still have the same sigh. Maybe this is the melody of spring and the color of autumn. Autumn is yellow in many people's eyes.
A breeze blows slowly and then blows over your face. I didn't stay on my face, I just played around. I know it's a naughty autumn to report for duty. That kind of coolness, while making people feel chilling, gives people a fresh and cool feeling like green land. Autumn is green in my eyes.
Look, chrysanthemums, like the red sun, come face to face with charming fragrance. I know that autumn has come to us. Chrysanthemums also came to meet her, blooming one after another and competing among the flowers. In the air, everyone's heart is filled with the unique fragrance of autumn. One, two, three, one, two, three ... They bloom in the sun and thrive in the autumn wind. I think they are also telling us the beauty of autumn! Autumn is red again.
Rapidly, the water rushed down and collided violently, which staged a legend of the vitality of the autumn river. A very unique breath, a very special strength, I don't know why, I always feel that autumn water is very thick, as if I suddenly woke up, as if cheering for the arrival of autumn, and as if I were rejoicing in the beauty of fallen leaves. In short, the breath of autumn accumulates in the river. Autumn is transparent again.
Autumn is colorful. The melody of autumn is beautiful. She falls everywhere, sings together and composes an autumn hymn. Although autumn is not as vibrant as spring, summer and white as winter, its breath is different. Today autumn is here, in this field, and tomorrow autumn is in everyone's heart. Let's feel autumn, feel its beauty and listen to its voice.
When the autumn melody rings, let's feel it together. You will find that the true meaning of autumn is happiness and beauty. Autumn is the season when fallen leaves are in full bloom.
In autumn, it is in the autumn wind.
Writing on the theme of listening 10
It is still raining. Different from the past, the information I heard has changed.
When I was a child, I was carefree, thinking about where to play and where to go crazy. At that time, when it rained, I was depressed. It's like playing every day Look, it's raining now. You can't go anywhere! The sound of rain I heard at that time was a schadenfreude!
Junior high school, facing the tension of further studies; Facing the first turning point in life; Facing the pressure of this senior high school entrance examination and physical education examination. Looking forward to rain every day, hurry up. The cruel run was cancelled today; The sultry and irritable mood will be relieved; Then the tense learning atmosphere will be alleviated. At that time, the rain I heard was kind, inclusive and beautiful!
Now, we have entered high school, and life is really full and tired. Facing the strong like a cloud, we feel out of breath. The mountain of homework and busy make-up classes seem to have become routine and normal. Now, the sound of rain I hear is fresh and pleasant. In this hurried life, the dripping rain has composed a magnificent movement with a beautiful and moving melody and a dull but powerful rhythm. It is exciting and powerful to hear it. Now, the rain I hear is powerful, hopeful and persistent!
Listening to the rain, it brings me the power of depression, joy, relaxation and progress. I like listening to the rain. Every time I listen to it, I have different gains and different feelings. Sometimes it seems like listening to a gorgeous performance; Sometimes I seem to appreciate a colorful picture. It's still raining, with no regularity and no warning. Listen, listen in the rain, listen to the magnificence, listen to the magnificence, listen to the sadness. Every time I listen to it, I feel different. Sometimes it's sunny, sometimes it's complicated, sometimes it's cloudy, but because of listening, I can feel all kinds of colorful life.
Look, it is still raining. Listen, what did you hear this time?
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