The voice narrative composition 1 maternal love is a trickle after the spring rain, nourishing our hearts; Motherly love is a bright light before dawn, illuminating our way forward; Motherly love is the breeze after the storm, soothing our tired hearts.
Yes, having such a voice will shake our hearts and make us deeply moved. From birth, there will always be someone who will accompany you silently. When you encounter setbacks, the phrase "failure is the mother of success" will help you find yourself on the lost road. When you fail, an encouraging look and a gentle comfort will make you suddenly enlightened; When you succeed, cheer with you and share the joy of success ... This voice is transmitted by maternal love.
Yes, with such a voice, you can arouse your inner tenderness without unnecessary skills. Whenever we are sick, my mother will always sit by the bed day and night to take care of us and care for us. The feeling that permeates the ward is full of the most common human breath, simple, warm and fragrant, which makes people inexplicably moved. This kind of voice is transmitted by maternal love.
Yes, there is such a sound, which will make you feel that it is a gentle call in your ear, and the voice is very low. When you are young, you always take the stories of Cinderella, Little Red Riding Hood and Snow White to sleep. At this time, what is echoing in your ear is your mother's immature voice. Maybe she is not sweet or cute, but she has been accompanied by shallow snoring until we enter a sweet dream. This kind of voice is transmitted by maternal love.
Do you still remember that one crisp autumn afternoon, a pair of big hands walked hand in hand in a field full of fragrant rice? Do you still remember, on a starry moonlit night, snuggling in a warm embrace and smelling a faint fragrance? Do you still remember, in a white winter, lying in a warm bed, watching the smoke curling up ... after many years, there is always a voice echoing in your ear. Her name is maternal love.
"Voice" Narrative Composition 2 has such a voice, which gives me strength every time it haunts my ear.
I remember that time, our school held a sports meeting, and I signed up for the 800-meter long-distance race. At first, I was afraid that I would lose the top three in the long-distance race of this sports meeting and embarrass the whole class. At this point, I have no confidence at all, and I intend to give up this competition. At this time, a familiar voice came from my ear-"Come on! As long as you have confidence in this sports meeting and work hard to complete the game, I believe you will succeed. "
Hearing this voice, I suddenly felt full of confidence, thinking: I must have confidence, whether I am in the top three or not, I will finish this competition.
After a while, I boldly walked to the playground and stood at the starting line, ready to win the long-distance running champion of this sports meeting. The game has already started. Every athlete runs forward like an arrow that leaves the string, trying to surpass the person in front. I am also confident to finish this 800-meter long-distance race.
There's only one lap left, and I'm just a few steps away. I can't hold on. Seeing that my opponent is about to run to the finish line, I am exhausted and have difficulty breathing. I really want to lie down and have a rest. Just as I was about to stick to it, another voice came from my ear-"Don't give up, you must work hard to finish this game."
Hearing the sound, I sprinted with all my strength. Finally, I won the first place and won the competition.
Whenever this kind of voice haunts my ears, I will be full of confidence and can make me succeed. Because of this voice, I learned to be confident and strong.
"Voice" narrative composition 3 Outside the window, the spring rain is continuous. Calm down and listen and feel the artistic conception of beauty. The teacher's warm words are like spring rain lingering in my ears and echoing in my heart. There's this sound ...
The spring rain weaves a transparent net for the sky. Holding a thin book in hand, watching the figure of chalk jumping on the blackboard and absorbing endless knowledge, isn't this a unique enjoyment? !
Buried in the problem, suddenly there came a clear voice in my ear: "Have you understood all the lessons?" Have these knowledge points been digested and attracted? "The seemingly short words have warmed my whole body; That beautiful voice, like spring rain, is singing. I seem to feel that we are the grass, enjoying the moisture and caress of the spring rain. She not only teaches knowledge, but also tells us the philosophy of life. It is in this spring rain that we thrive.
Although it is an ordinary sentence, it is inspiring. I seem to have entered a new world, listening to this euphemistic voice, my thoughts are ups and downs: when I hesitated, it was this voice that gave me the confidence to go forward; When I was depressed, it was this voice that made me regain the happiness of studying and living; When I choose to give up, it is this voice that inspires me to move on. ...
I smiled back at my teacher, who stroked my little head and smiled back-so beautiful and moving.
That smile reminds me of that again. There is silence on the huge stage, and I will take part in the speech contest. I am very timid at this time, because I am not good at expressing myself on weekdays. It was my turn to go on stage, and the teacher's voice echoed in my ear: "Don't be afraid, you can do it!" " "Timidity and fear suddenly disappeared. I stepped onto the stage and started my speech. Suddenly, I got a pimple in the middle. When I was in a hurry, I saw your smile-silent language. I calmed down and continued my speech. At the end, the audience burst into an avalanche of applause.
With such a voice, I gained confidence and courage, and led the young people on the road of progress!
There is such a voice, which has been echoing in my ear, echoing. ...
The first time I heard this voice, it was four years ago that it overflowed from the smiling mouth of the class teacher: "A soldier who doesn't want to be a general is not a good soldier, you should make progress!" Since then, this kind of voice has often haunted my ears. I heard it again recently.
Ah, lost again. A feeling of chagrin occupied my whole heart. I was learning Weiqi, and I was good at chess, but I never beat her in the training class. It's good to draw lots, and I'm often at a disadvantage. An indomitable spirit roared in my heart. The voice said, "A soldier who doesn't want to be a general is not a good soldier. You should be a good soldier!" " "Is better than yourself. As long as you work harder, you can surpass it! I said to myself.
I began to work hard: I didn't know much about chess before, so I could read my tongue without tying a knot. At first glance, those difficult situations recorded in the past are hours; I don't understand the model, but I slowly learned to ask and check ... every time I am most tired and want to give up, that sound will ring again, like a wonderful bell, like roaring thunder, echoing in my ears over and over again.
After a while, it was my turn to play with classmate A again. She circled this and I circled that. Before long, my palms were beaded with sweat, while classmate A remained calm. The voice echoed in my ears again. I control my thoughts and try my best to act ... obviously, I'm not good at playing chess, and I've tried my best to draw.
This makes me feel bad. Why? Obviously, I tried, but I didn't get a winning ending. Or is classmate A an insurmountable goal? I'm going to give up. Anyway, it doesn't matter if this hard bone doesn't bite, but a different voice rang out: "A soldier who doesn't want to be a general is not a good soldier!" " "So, what's the harm of trying again?
There is a voice that always rings quietly when I cringe and my heart is unwilling.
Walking in the quiet Woods, listening to the sound of fallen leaves, at first it was eclipsed by the dense shade and green, but it constituted a golden picture that made people feel ups and downs and missed the beautiful scenery.
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Fallen leaves are like a sweet stream of fine water, which moistens Mother Earth with its endless enthusiasm.
A fallen leaf is like a short pencil. It uses a slender shaft to write the beauty of this life.
The fallen leaves are like a girl. Although life is over, she still dances a brilliant life with her beautiful posture.
Walking on a country road, the wind showed me the way. It is so soft, warm and comfortable. Listen to "sasha vujacic ... sasha vujacic ..." You can't go wrong. This is the sound of fallen leaves, which I have been longing for. There is always a trace of anxiety and joy in this voice. I think this is the most beautiful voice in the world ... sasha vujacic. ...
When I accompanied the stream again, accompanied by white clouds in the blue sky, I walked into the mysterious and sparkling forest. I am friends with fallen leaves everywhere, with big trees, and rely on them. While watching the fallen leaves, I listened to the song "Golden Autumn" like a goddess, because only this song can describe the special melody of this forest. ... sasha vujacic ...
Thinking about the fallen leaves in front of us, they must have their own life experiences. Watching thousands of stories dancing in front of me, I tried to catch them, but I couldn't catch them and I couldn't guess. For this story, I feel a little inexplicable sadness and sadness. ... sasha vujacic ...
Hiding this mood, wandering in the Woods full of fallen leaves, still falling, I don't know when it will end. In this way, it seems that I am also a fallen leaf, falling quietly with my best friend, providing nutrients for the tree and nourishing the green buds that bloom next time. ... sasha vujacic ...
If I am lucky enough to go back to that forest again, I will hold your hand and walk in the forest and say to you, "Listen, the sound of fallen leaves ... rustling ..."
There are many sounds in the world, some are comfortable, some are noisy, some are pleasant and some are harsh. Which one do you like? Everyone should like comfortable sound and pleasant sound, because noisy sound will make you feel uncomfortable, so everyone should not like noisy sound!
I like the sound of the teacher playing the piano very much, because I fell in love with music after listening to the sound and melody of the teacher playing the piano in the third grade music class, so I will listen to music to relax myself whenever I have time. This is a sound that will make people feel comfortable! What's that noisy noise? That is "noise".
Last year 1 1 month, the building in front of the school was demolished and rebuilt. So, from that day on, we will all live in a noisy place. I tried to protest several times, because the noise was too loud and I couldn't concentrate on listening to the teacher. However, I can't help it, because our headmaster also wants us to live in a better environment, so I can only bear it! As for the sweet voice? Personally, I think the singing of birds is a pleasant sound. The chirping of birds often attracts me. Different kinds of birds make different sounds. Those who chirp are tireless from morning till night every day. I think they are very good. Don't they feel that there is not enough saliva?
The world is full of many voices. In daily life, sound is everywhere. There are all kinds of voices. Perhaps, we didn't find them because we should not only listen with our ears, but also feel with our hearts. Only in this way can we truly discover their existence. As long as you listen attentively, you can discover their mysteries.
"Sound" narrative composition 7 Sound also has temperature.
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That year, life forced my mother to take me to borrow money.
In the cold winter, we took heavy steps, stepped on the thick snow and knocked on my aunt's door nervously.
"Oh, it's siblings! Come in, come in! " Aunt said happily. Our cold hearts seem to be warmed by my aunt's words.
After greeting at the door, menstruation asked, "Sister-in-law, what are you doing here today?"
"Oh ... we ... we're here ... to borrow some money." Mother's voice is very low. "When we have money, we must pay it back as soon as possible!"
Aunt paused, and the enthusiasm on her face suddenly seemed to be splashed with cold water: "Sister in law, it's not that we don't borrow it. You see, our family is not rich. After the Chinese New Year, I still have to buy new year's goods, and the children are still clamoring to buy toys ... There is really no extra money to lend you. "
Mother said apologetically, "Oh, I bothered you. Let's go to other houses and have a look ... "Mother turned to leave. Aunt quickly said, "not in the future? Go slowly, don't send it! " The tone is full of impatience.
Out of the door, I heard a bang, and the heavy and cold security door was tightly closed. My heart is completely cold, and the air around me is frozen.
Later, my mother said, in fact, my aunt's house is not rich, but the sound of opening the door after leaving makes people feel particularly uncomfortable.
Since then, every time I talk to someone, it is always drizzling: "Aunt, please go!" " ""little brother, be careful, pay attention to safety! "Every time the guests leave, I always close the door gently and slowly, and the last click becomes the most beautiful sound in the world.
Sound also has a temperature!
Autumn is a quiet season, and many flowers are dying. Autumn described by poets is sometimes bleak and sometimes cheerful. Quiet is the main theme of autumn, but autumn is lively.
On the campus in autumn, the ripe fruits fell from the unattainable trees with a bang, which added a harvest to autumn. In any corner of autumn, autumn leaves slowly fall from all kinds of trees, and they begin to fall. The gentle voice is so insignificant, but it is the main theme of autumn music, adding a sadness to the sad autumn. In late autumn, the sound of chrysanthemum in full bloom sounded in this vast world, and it began a duet with fallen leaves, bringing beauty to late autumn.
Fallen leaves are always disappointing. When I see fallen leaves, I always feel desolate. "Looking for it, it is cold and clear, and it is terrible." Although the poet Li Qingzhao described the scenery in early spring, it is not an exaggeration to put it in autumn.
I can never get enough of the sound of fallen leaves. I like the lightness of voice when leaves fall and the beauty of figure when flowers bloom.
Chrysanthemum, a kind of flower that sometimes gives people nobility and sometimes lofty. There is a saying among the people that "Mei Zhulan is the four gentlemen"
Such a sentence. Mei Zhu Lan has a tough personality, but chrysanthemums bloom in autumn, unlike plum blossoms in winter; Growing in flowerpots and gardens, unlike orchids that are unyielding among rocks; As long as it is in full bloom, it will break through layers of difficulties like bamboo. But chrysanthemum can show her elegance and beauty better.
The sound of chrysanthemum blossoms, shh! Listen, it's very light, very light, hey! Classmate, I want you to "listen" attentively. Listen attentively to the sounds you can't hear with your ears in this noisy world, just like fruits falling, autumn leaves dying, chrysanthemums blooming, and many more.
Come on! Students! In spring, let's listen to the sound of grass breaking ground; In summer, let's listen to the sound of lotus flowers opening; In winter, let's listen to the sound of snowflakes falling on you. Listen attentively, and you will hear more vivid sounds!
The sound of firecrackers in the New Year is so beautiful, so crisp, so festive and so warm that it touches my heart again and again.
The roar of firecrackers, the old year has passed; The warm spring breeze ushered in the New Year, and people happily drank the newly brewed Tu Su wine. The end of the old year and the arrival of the new year passed in the sound of firecrackers. We all grow up year after year in that deafening bright and happy picture. The sound of fireworks always touches my heart.
When I was a child, my neighbors and I couldn't sit at home in the twelfth lunar month. Whether our parents let us go out or not, we both try our best to find 10 thousand reasons to go out to play. My companion and I rode back and forth in the street. Those jumping around didn't stop at all, only the sound of guns attracted us to stop. We saw a group of little boys playing with guns on the table. We enjoyed it so much that we went to watch it for a while. Seeing that they had a good time wrestling, we strode forward to wrestle with them. We said, "Can you give us some cannons to play with?" They said, "We can play if we want, but we have conditions." We said, "What are the conditions?" A boy said, "You must call me brother." I thought about it, according to seniority and age, I can only call him brother, and it doesn't matter if I call him. We just call him brother. He gave us some cannons to play with because we called them brothers. Picked up the gun and fell to the ground, with a bang, loud and exciting. It's really interesting. Yes, so my partner and I went home to ask for money. At first, we didn't give it. We lied before giving it. A man bought two boxes of cannons and threw them at the little boys. Bang bang is the best music in the world. Lying for bangs is so funny. When fireworks are set off in the street on the night of the twelfth lunar month, it sounds beautiful and beautiful. Bundles of colorful flowers decorate our dreams and embellish our childhood.
The years are gone forever. I have grown up now, and there is no longer me as a child. But the sound of fireworks and firecrackers in my childhood has always touched my heart and made me unforgettable.