In study, work and life, everyone will inevitably come into contact with composition, which can be divided into primary school composition, middle school composition and college composition (paper). So, how to write a composition? The following is my carefully arranged composition on listening, hoping to help everyone.

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 hope to people; Listening is an unbeaten 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 relaxed. In my spare time, I walk alone in the mountains and listen to the sounds of nature: the singing of birds, the crying of insects, the whimpering of Koizumi and the whistling of the mountain wind, which make people find their own hot land and the most beautiful truth in their hearts.

On the trek, I hope someone will support me when I fall; I hope someone will share my worries when I am upset; I hope someone will accompany me when I am lonely; I hope someone will encourage me when I fail. This requires listening and companionship. People who are eager to listen are as eager to listen as "green children, leisurely in my heart". Listening is just budding grass in spring, full of vitality and hope, and it also brings people new strength and fire of hope. Listening is like a cool breeze in a hot summer day, which sweeps away boredom and boredom and brings a feeling of pleasure and relaxation.

When you are depressed, a crisp bird song can comfort you. When you are sad, a breeze can relax you. When you hesitate, a clear spring can help you. Listening is a call. We need to listen, listen to the beautiful voice and soothe your broken heart.

Listen, let's say goodbye to childishness and shallowness. Listening, let us gain a lot of rare experience and take a lot of detours. Listen and let us know the meaning of life. Listen, and turn all the wind, frost, rain and snow in the world and the vicissitudes of life into a charming landscape when looking back.

Listening is the topic of composition 2. Listening, the whispering of the wind, the singing of birds, the blooming of flowers, the sound of running water … Do you always have a tape recorder in your heart to record every beautiful sound?

How do you feel when the wind blows, when a shy flower blooms in your ear and birds sing happily in your ear? Beauty, drunkenness, worry and fear. Maybe not, but I believe that the tape recorder in your heart has already recorded the most beautiful language, so that they can bloom the most beautiful flowers in your heart.

When you fight by the waves, when you play in the sea, when you walk in the sky, when you sit in front of the window, there will be wonderful sounds. Did you hear that?

Soldiers hear loud bugles, don't they? Loud military songs are the sound of charging forward; What farmers hear is the sound of crops jointing; What the boys heard was the most beautiful folk songs of the beautiful village girls.

Listen, I seem to become a gust of wind, blowing gently to the earth, and also flying gently to the sky to listen to the sound of running water, the sound of white clouds, the sound of the sky and even the sound of the universe.

Thunder woke me up from my dream. It sounds as if countless knights are shouting, countless poets are drunk, and countless birds are singing in unison. I heard you. This is the voice of the intersection of heaven and earth. This voice, soft and heavy, soft and heavy, gentle and heavy, deeply shocked my heart, and my heart changed from calm to excitement, from quiet to jumble.

Whispering of the wind, singing of birds, blooming of flowers, ringing of water … There are beautiful voices everywhere in life, do you hear them?

What is the sound of life? It was not until I unconsciously wrote down this poetic topic that I began to think.

The first morning light of the day shines in, reflecting the mother and son in the hospital bed. The mother in bed looked at the orange world outside the window, then at the baby in her arms and smiled happily. As if feeling the warmth of the sun, the baby suddenly woke up and began to cry. "Wow ... wow ..." I was shocked when I walked in the street. Isn't this the sound of life?

It began to rain, and the drizzle enveloped the roof of the small house on the street, like a thin layer of light smoke, misty and unreal. This spring rain sprinkled on the bud tip that broke ground, moistened the vegetation, and reflected a trace of green in the gloomy world, which was a natural green and a green of life. The rain gradually stopped, and I listened attentively. Water drops pattered from the leaves to the ground, reflecting a unique aesthetic feeling. Isn't this gentle sound of the rain of life that washes everything, the fresh rain dripping to the ground, also the sound of life?

On a whim, I ran home and took out my stethoscope. I reached into my left chest and listened carefully. There is a rhythmic sound of "Tongte-Te-Te" in my ear, like a galloping horse on the grassland, like an industrious drummer beating the drums of this life endlessly. This is the voice of life, it is warm, it is bold and unrestrained, it is delicate, this is an unparalleled great voice!

I walk in every corner of the world, listening to the sound of life and feeling the sacredness and greatness of life. The sound of life is everywhere. As long as you listen, you will find it, feel it and blend in with it.

Listening to the rain makes me intoxicated.

If you stubbornly think that listening to rain in summer is too noisy and listening to rain in autumn is too bleak ... then listening to spring rain, the windows must be opened, the lights must be turned off, and listening to spring rain is impeccable.

"dive into the liquid with the wind, and moisten things silently." When nameless troubles come, when everything in the world falls silent, when a few barking dogs break the silence of a rainy night, listen and listen carefully. ...

Rain fell from the sky, fell on the branches of trees, fell on the roof, along the eaves, and finally fell into the soil, drop by drop ... Listen, listen carefully. ...

The lingering sound of rain is gently blown by the evening breeze, forming a harmonious movement, which is a very rhythmic and monotonous movement, sometimes slow and sometimes sharp. Listen, listen carefully. ...

You will feel that you are in harmony with nature. This rain, singing softly, hollows out your thoughts, expresses your melancholy, interprets your doubts, gives you endless imagination, and makes you feel as if you have become a drop of rain, a tree, a grass, a bunch of flowers and a pinch of soil. Rain makes time seem to have stopped. Only the clock on the wall tells you that life goes on.

Listen, listen, I seem to be in a winding alley, extending far away, and I also met a girl who bears a grudge against lilacs, a girl with dreams and clouds!

This rain has purified my soul and made me find a pure land and comfort in my own world. Will my mistakes in growing up become beautiful in this soft singing? ? Rain is pure, as pure as my tears, and I can't see myself clearly in tears.

Too much missing, too much nonsense, too much sadness, too much melancholy, too much nobody cares, can only be released one by one in this drizzly day.

Tear off the last calendar, so in the past, I searched carefully in becoming a memory, and I looked forward to it forever and ever; Looking forward to a brand-new self, leaving a new footprint on a rainy night. ......

Listening to the rain, this feeling, can not be expressed, can only be understood.

In the storm, I listened carefully and heard my inner voice gurgling.

The rain in the south is always so affectionate that even the wind is quiet and timid. A gust of wind, a gust of wind, when Jiangnan's breathing is soft and steady.

Rain, like a poetess in the Southern Song Dynasty, is full of worries and sings softly. The cherry is red, the banana is green and the window lattice is wet. At this time, the sound of clogs knocking on Qingshi Road home was urgent. A ringing bell flashed across the boundless silence of the field, and a large group of little boys laughed happily. Their hair was slightly raised and their clothes were beaten into an old ink painting by the rain. Therefore, the closed door of every family will open with its creak, and then there will be the sound of cooking and a soft voice of Wu Nong, showing the tranquility and beauty that will remain unchanged for thousands of years.

Please listen carefully in the storm. Have you ever heard a wandering heart sobbing?

Please listen to the wind and rain. I can't hear many voices, but I can hear far away. At this time, the heart and nature, and the strange fragrance of the book, holding a roll in hand, or meditating, or smiling, just a cup of tea and a bean lamp, can make the mind rich and quiet.

"Leave the residual lotus to listen to the rain." This is eternal sadness and desolation.

"Sleeping at night listening to the wind and rain, iron horse glacier dream." This is patriotism and loyalty.

"Young people listen to the rain songs upstairs, and the red candle is faint."

"Middle-aged people listen to the rain on the boat, and the broken geese are called the west wind."

"Now I'm listening to monk Yu, and the stars are already on my temples."

I suddenly thought of "listening to the cold rain". Although it was a vulgar dress, it did not cover up the national color after all!

I also think of a poem by Mr. Yu Guangzhong, "tiles fly over, fall on the rainy eaves and fly into my palm, like a pale butterfly, a rainy season without rain."

Please listen carefully in the storm. Have you ever heard your inner voice?

Every time I sit at the dinner table, I can't hear my father's voice. He just picked up the food mechanically, picked up the rice, chewed and swallowed, as if it were always like this. And I, on the other hand, kept talking. So, I don't know when, I feel inexplicably sad from the bottom of my heart: he has never been interested in my topic, and my father doesn't care about me at all.

Does father really care about me? I want to know. So I tried harder to describe the interesting things of the school, the gossip of the stars ... hoping to arouse his interest. Even though he taught and scolded, he was still expressionless and expressionless.

I talk less and less, and there are no more conversations and small talk at the dinner table. I have become like him. Every meal is just a mechanical picking, baking, chewing and swallowing. I looked at him out of the corner of my eye, but his movements remained the same, only slowed down. He frowned, his eyes were full of doubts and uneasiness, and his lips moved, but he didn't say a word. His throat moved again. I finally waited for his question: why don't you talk?

I continued to remain silent, stubbornly silent.

After paying the chopsticks, he asked me anxiously: Why don't you talk about what happened at school? The little girl who always kicks your stool, the classmate who blames you wrongly, and why don't you say you like MoMo Wu and Taylor? I looked at him doubtfully, telling all my complaints with my eyes.

He was embarrassed to explain: "Dad ... has a stupid mouth and won't chat with you ... but I've been listening carefully ... after listening to Dad's words, I froze. It turns out that the father has been caring for his son and has been silently paying attention to and supporting his son.

From then on, I had something to talk about at the dinner table, and occasionally my father would interrupt two clumsy comments.

It turns out that my father cares about me. My father's love for me is not nagging and caring, but a silence; Love listens in the depths.

Composition 7 on the topic of listening It was raining in Mao Mao that day, and Fuchun River was beautiful, revealing beautiful and proud sadness from the rain in Mao Mao. I have black hair and a pale face.

I saw him standing opposite. I don't know what makes me feel kind. I walked over and began to talk to myself without head or tail. I clearly saw the surprise in his eyes, but soon he stared at me with warm eyes, as if listening to his old friend.

I suddenly stopped in my speech. He paused and asked, "What's next?" It was my turn to be surprised. I looked at him as a stranger and listened to me wholeheartedly. I'm very touched. Go on. He gave me a tolerant smile after I said everything. I suddenly felt very warm, and my mood changed with that smile.

Out of curiosity, I couldn't help asking, "I don't know you. Don't you think I'm crazy to say these irrelevant words to you? " Aren't you bored? Why don't you walk away like everyone else? "I asked several questions in one breath and suddenly felt very rude.

He smiled charming and said to me, "Because you need a listener, and I am your listener, I don't want a girl to be ruined by me!" "

"Thank you!" I sincerely said, "How can I thank you?"

"I don't need anything, I just hope you can wake up every day like me." Sounds like sunshine.

I was feeling this sentence, but he left in the sun.

After a long time, I returned to that naive and cheerful me. It's another rainy day, still by Fuchun River. Before that, there was another scene, but this time, his position was changed to mine. And I no longer avoid as usual, but listen attentively. When another asked me, I just said to him, "Let's wake up our ears!" " "

At that moment, I understood this sentence. Like him, I will be a loyal listener to everyone in need. My ears are always awake!

Listen to the composition topic 8. Nature nourishes everything, nature nurtures mankind, and nature is our mother. The beauty of nature cannot be expressed in words. There are the beauty of winding lines and the beauty of thousands of feet Waterfall, and I am intoxicated by the sight of nature. "Tick-tock …" Look, how clear the rain and dew are! "Ding-Ding Dong-Dong ..." Listen to the sound of the stream flowing slowly. It all comes from nature.

Nature is the home where we live together, so we should listen to the voice of nature attentively.

Listen to the symphony of spring, "Hua Hua ..." Spring rain comes quietly. The sound of spring rain is green and slow. Spring rain seems to be a naughty doll, who often plays "face changing" with delicate flowers, and happens to meet Sister Rainbow, who is dyed colorful and the flowers become colorful. ...

"sasha vujacic …" I lay on the lawn and listened. I appreciate the wonders of nature carefully. After the rain, nature exudes an elegant fragrance, which is different from muddy soil. The sound of nature is different.

Quietly listening to the songs of summer, beside the treetops, beside the paths and in the grass, only cicadas and children's laughter can be heard. Cicada's family also sings summer songs from time to time, "cicada cicada cicada cicada cicada cicada cicada cicada cicada cicada cicada cicada cicada cicada cicada cicada cicada cicada cicada cicada cicada cicada cicada cicada cicada cicada cicada cicada cicada cicada cicada cicada cicada cicada cicada cicada cicada cicada cicada cicada cicada cicada cicada cicada cicada cicada cicada cicada cicada cicada cicada cicada cicada cicada cicada cicada cicada cicada cicada cicada cicada cicada cicada cicada cicada cicada cicada cicada cicada cicada cicada cicada cicada cicada cicada cicada cicada cicada cicada cicada

Leaves fall and everything is harvested, and the laughter of farmers is free and easy in the countryside. "Ding-dong, Ding-dong, rustling ..." I listened in the country and was immersed in it.

It snowed in winter, "Wow ……" began to fall in succession, and winter was filled with silence.

Listen to the beauty of nature, listen to the strangeness of nature, nature is a boundless song, and nature is my starting point forever.

The topic of composition 9 is listening. Fallen leaves are all over the road, telling a trip to Qiu Lai in summer. The cool autumn wind tells the joy of harvest. Sure enough, "there is no dream of spring grass in the pool, and the leaves in front of the steps have fallen in autumn." I remember the lotus was still in full bloom yesterday. Why is the osmanthus tree fragrant today? I didn't expect autumn to come quietly between laughter and laughter.

In this poetic season, did you choose a wooden chair in the park to sit down and listen quietly? Listen to the whispers of flowers and grass; The melodious melody of sunshine and rain; The beautiful songs of wind, rain and thunder. When you see the leaves fall on the tree, do you hear it saying goodbye to the tree? When birds are singing in the sky, do you hear them enjoying the beautiful autumn scenery? Do you hear the symphony orchestra playing when the drizzle continues to fall? You know, this is the call of life! Every time you recite "Harvest is said in the fragrance of rice flowers, frogs burst", do you also want to walk into golden rice fields, touch the heavy fruits of rice ears and talk about this year's harvest? Listening to the cheerful songs of frogs by the pond, you will think that they also know that they have a hard work and a harvest. This year's harvest was bought with hard sweat! Whenever you recite "moonlight in its pine forest, staying on the clear spring stone", will you also think of the bright moon in the sky at night when the wind is light and the clouds are light? The bright moonlight shone on the tall green pine branches. The clear stream gurgles, and the bluestones on both sides are moistened by this water. The spring water is flowing "Ding", and countless glittering and translucent water drops gradually emerge. Did you hear the sound like a silver bell? Listen, my friend! The voice of nature! The voice of nature! Do you hear this fantastic music? !

Listening is beautiful. She lets you know the colorful world. Listening is happy, it makes you no longer lonely. Listening again and again brings you gains again and again; Harvest again and again, let us further learn to listen and cherish everything around us. Listening is the beginning of enjoying life!

Listening is a kind of communication and an intimate attitude. It is a shortcut for us to understand each other's hearts and appreciate nature. Learning to listen to the joys and sorrows of others, listening to the storms, streams and tsunamis of nature can make you suddenly discover your unique interests.

Listening to the teachings of elders is like reading a good book, which really benefits a lot; Listen to friends and share with them, so that friends are no longer lonely; Listen to the voice of nature, let people find their own pure land and find the most beautiful truth in their hearts. Listen, let your ears see a unique world and hear a different life.

Once upon a time, there was a man who was lucky enough to meet the Buddha. When the Buddha saw his great anger, he was shocked and asked why, so the man told the story about the frustrations of starting a business, business failures, emotional setbacks and trivial fetters. Over time, this person's troubles have already slipped away quietly. After he told his troubles, the Buddha also listened. At this time, the man said: I have never been so popular in my life. The Buddha smiled, but his heart understood.

There is a famous academician at home and abroad, in order to realize her wish-to set up a free college. For decades, she has been diligent and thrifty at home. In order to provide education for as many students as possible after school starts, she often subsidizes her salary and even refuses the invitation of her children to go to the United States to enjoy family happiness. Where did her ideal come from? It's just a letter from a poor student who committed suicide because he couldn't learn-"I was gone when you read the letter, but I'm still your student, and I still want to say' I want to study' ..." The student poured out his wishes to the teacher with his life, but the teacher spent decades listening and answering.

We may be just an ordinary person, and we may not be able to understand profound, beautiful and philosophical music, but as long as we listen to every note and melody in our lives attentively, we will move you, make you think deeply, give you warmth and urge you to forge ahead. Listen to nature and feel the rhythm of life.

Listening is the topic of composition 1 1 Listen to those beautiful voices.

Have you ever heard the crisp sound of raindrops falling into the water? Have you ever heard the sound of the wind blowing leaves? Have you ever heard the powerful sound of birds flapping their wings when they take off?

Have you ever heard the voice of life?

When the first ray of sunshine passed through the darkness of dawn, the silent world became noisy.

When I wake up in the morning, all the sounds are clearly visible. The ticking of the second hand of the clock, the gurgling of boiling water in the kitchen, the swishing of tap water, and the tinkling of pots and pans. So the voice comes with countless information to let you know what your next step is.

However, what kind of sound did you remember? These meaningful and meaningless information impact our eardrums. However, what do you really feel inside? As it turns out, we may not remember much. We really can't hear some sounds, and this may just miss the most beautiful sound in the world. Maybe it's a compliment, maybe it's a concern, maybe it's a beautiful hint, maybe it's just a beautiful display. Our world is rich and colorful, why do we often ignore the sound?

If there is no sound in this world, life is a pantomime, and no matter how nice the sound is, it will be so sad.

Shut up and listen.

Listen to the sound of time passing, the sound of flowers blooming and falling, the voice of mother nagging, the voice of friends' joys and sorrows, and the voice of everything breathing.

These are the sounds of life.

Pay attention to the sounds around you, and you will find many interesting things in your life. Maybe it's the sizzling sound of old people frying oil cakes at the corner of an alley, maybe it's the crackling sound of children playing with balls in the park, or maybe it's a vibrant car bell.

Life is so sweet, as long as you pay attention to them, as long as you appreciate them, as long as you remember them, they are all music you harvest.

Listen, those invisible sounds that can bring wonderful feelings in memory, take them.