In the morning, breathing fresh air on the balcony, overlooking the distance and enjoying the unique peace have become my daily compulsory courses.
I remember that day, I was intoxicated with it, and an unexpected guest broke the peace. It's a sparrow, very small, with a brown coat. But it is this sparrow that makes me feel deeply.
The little sparrow flies back and forth on the balcony, constantly hitting the glass, as if unwilling to be imprisoned, looking for the door to the blue sky ... damn it! The good mood was destroyed by it. I grabbed the hanger and cut it, trying to explain my lost peace.
"You said you flew in even if, what blind bump glass! I don't think about my feelings. You are not bored, I am still bored! " The clothes rack in my hand is dancing, trying to photograph the sinner. I took the opportunity to cut it down. Just when I thought this quiet defense was coming to an end, it shrank its wings, turned over with its beautiful side and dodged. What a close call! I was so angry that I lifted the hanger and rushed over. Maybe it's my slow response, or maybe it's a virtue of heaven. The attack failed again. On the contrary, it not only escaped my attack, but also kept hitting the glass to find a way out, making a "bang … bang" sound.
"Peng ... Pan ... Bang", under its continuous pounding, I forgot to wave my weapon at that time. Maybe I was shocked by its fierce and fearless death, or maybe I was moved by its persistence. "Peng ... Pan ... Bang", a series of heavy blows resounded through my mind. Finally succeeded. I succeeded in finding the "door"
I stood on the balcony and watched it fade away until it disappeared into the sky. It's gone. It should be looking for its friends and its home. But the crash of "bang … bang … bang" still lingers in my ears. At that moment, I suddenly felt I had grown up a lot. I know that success and failure are often separated by a layer of glass.
"Bang ... bang ... bang", that voice, as if printed in my mind, always rings in my ear whenever I want to give up when I encounter difficulties. I know it is not the most beautiful sound in the world, but it must be the most unforgettable sound!
Listen to the voice outside the window. Listen, birds are singing, flowers are whispering, the wind is whispering ... friends, look up at the sky, look down at the ground and look around. Did you hear that? Everything in the world has a voice and is talking. Calm down and listen carefully. Did you hear that? "Ding-dong Ding-dong ..." At night, a knock at the door woke me up playing chess with the Duke of Zhou, rubbed my eyes, and I casually pulled a dress and put it on the balcony. Oh! The lights are still bright outside the balcony. I looked out of the window and listened. The sound of "Ding Ding Dong Dong ..." forms a rhythmic rhythm, which is in sharp contrast with everything that is silent outside the window, and it is particularly harsh in this silent night sky.
It turns out that everyone next to the school is working all night. Under the light, the sweat on the workers' heads shines like pearls, which is a testimony of hard work! They work hard, just like the ever-burning lamps in the night sky. Accompanied by knocking at the door, they sometimes sing, encourage their workers, and sometimes shout and cheer for them. A tinkling sound came into my ears.
Listen out of the window, I just got back to bed. I was sleepy just now and couldn't sleep. Hey! I sat up, in the dark room, listening to the voice of "Ding Dong" outside the window. Hey! I don't know whether to blame them for disturbing my dream or to praise their fighting spirit.
It was the sound that disturbed my lucid dream, and it was also the sound that disturbed us. The school has always been a quiet place in our impression, without noise and interference, and some are only the sound of reading at most.
Is it allowed by the Education Bureau to build a building next to the school all day and all night? Me. Listen, birds are singing, flowers are whispering, the wind is whispering ... friends, look up at the sky, look down at the ground and look around, do you hear? Everything in the world has a voice and is talking. Calm down and listen carefully. Did you hear that? "Ding-dong Ding-dong ..." At night, a knock at the door woke me up playing chess with the Duke of Zhou, rubbed my eyes, and I casually pulled a dress and put it on the balcony. Oh! The lights are still bright outside the balcony. I looked out of the window and listened. The sound of "Ding Ding Dong Dong ..." forms a rhythmic rhythm, which is in sharp contrast with everything that is silent outside the window, and it is particularly harsh in this silent night sky.
It turns out that everyone next to the school is working all night. Under the light, the sweat on the workers' heads shines like pearls, which is a testimony of hard work! They work hard, just like the ever-burning lamps in the night sky. Accompanied by knocking at the door, they sometimes sing, encourage their workers, and sometimes shout and cheer for them. A tinkling sound came into my ears.
Listen out of the window, I just got back to bed. I was sleepy just now and couldn't sleep. Hey! I sat up, in the dark room, listening to the voice of "Ding Dong" outside the window. Hey! I don't know whether to blame them for disturbing my dream or to praise their fighting spirit.
It was the sound that disturbed my lucid dream, and it was also the sound that disturbed us. The school has always been a quiet place in our impression, without noise and interference, and some are only the sound of reading at most.
Is it allowed by the Education Bureau to build a building next to the school all day and all night? I'm a little skeptical. In this noisy voice, can the voice of "Ding Dong" guarantee our study? Can you guarantee the quality of study? Although there is an admirable spirit of "reading in a mixed city", not all of us have such a great spirit. For this, shouldn't the school guarantee our learning environment? In the blueprint of the campus, there is a beautiful Ceng Shan with lush vegetation behind it, but now? Where is it? I think it has been replaced by noisy construction sites! National environmental protection policy and national development, is this the way to Gai Lou in Pingshan? I think, in this context, the hard-working spirit of workers on the construction site is valuable, but it is slightly inferior to destroying the environment! The state holds high the banner of "protecting the environment and planting trees". Is it just a slogan of our town? The night is getting deeper and deeper, and it is getting colder and colder. I went back to bed, and the sound of "Ding Dong" outside the window still came into my ears rhythmically. I think the responsibility of our generation is heavier, because the problems of the country are waiting for us to solve. With this in mind, I gradually fell asleep.
3. Write a composition on the topic of voice and listen to various voices in life, about 600 words.
In the morning, the sun woke up. In the morning, the rooster began to crow with the sunrise, the cheerful birds chirped at the window, the dogs barked, and the bees buzzed ... All the animals made different sounds at the sunrise, praising the beautiful morning.
A new day has begun.
The sound in the morning is lively. The sound of cars, horns, the noise of children and the shouts of adults feel that this is the real city symphony.
The sound at night is soft. In addition to the sound of several cars passing by on the road, adults and children all entered a sweet dream country. Many voices slowly disappeared in the middle of the night, and the whole city fell asleep.
The sound of spring is cheerful. The animals wake up, the grass turns green, the flowers are in bloom, the birds are chirping and making pleasant sounds. The spring rain is falling, and the rustling sound echoes in my ears. Countless raindrops hit the window, crackling, forming crystal beads, falling along the eaves, making a crackling sound, as if children were clapping their hands, and the branches and leaves on the trees also made a clattering sound.
The sound of summer is thunderstorm. When the thunder sounded, the rumbling sound startled me. I always feel that ray is going to split the building. The children cried and hid in their mother's arms.
After the thunder and lightning, there are fresh air, clean cities, flowers, trees and beautiful rainbows. Oh, how happy I am!
The sound of autumn is a symphony of harvest. Harvester sound, sickle cutting rice sound, children's shouts of joy, adults' laughter, all kinds of voices converge into one, which is very pleasant to listen to. In autumn, leaves rustle down, just like golden butterflies flying in the air. After flying for a while, they were tired and landed on our heads, bodies and feet, and covered the ground with a thick carpet.
The sound in winter is very cold. The wind whistling in my ear and the squeaking of stepping on snow at my feet. Face turned red, hands turned red. But the cold wind woke up the water, grass and trees ... the warm spring came.
What a beautiful voice!
sound
I like all kinds of sounds of nature, but in the noisy city, I can only hear the sound of cars whizzing by and the noise of construction machinery, which is so loud that people can't think of words like "beautiful and elegant".
My favorite bird song is almost unheard of, but fortunately, there are only a few sparrows that can bring me a little spiritual comfort. Cheerful cries with a little melancholy, lovely figure dancing on the branches, spreading its wings in the air, like a movie, attracted me to savor. However, all this came to an abrupt end. With the roar of joy brought by injury and plunder, several gray feathers fell lightly and it struggled. It struggled in the boy's hand. The cry of sadness stung me. I can't stand such a blow. Why even the last life given by nature was ruthlessly taken away?
I yearn for the sound of leaves colliding, just like the moonlight music played by the pianist, but it seems to be slowly swallowed up by the noise of the city. It is naive and unfair in the world, leaving us only accompaniment, which can only be heard sporadically on campus. I accidentally heard that an old man was looking after a large camphor tree forest and wanted to see it. However, within a few days, the news channel broadcast the unfortunate news that the forest was destroyed. Looking at the sawed-off trees on TV, I felt a pain in my heart and ruined a group of lives.
Every time I appreciate the sound, the beautiful sound comes to an abrupt end in the destruction of people. Where should I find the sound of nature that I hope?
God is really unfair. The song of the bird I love is so sad. The rustling of my favorite leaves was swallowed up by the roar of the chainsaw.
I like the sound of nature. I hope that ignorant people will wake up early and listen to the sounds of nature!
How to write an unforgettable phonetic composition in the early morning, breathe fresh air on the balcony, look far away and enjoy the unique tranquility has become my daily compulsory course.
I remember that day, when I was intoxicated, an unexpected guest broke the peace. This is a sparrow, very small, with brown fur.
But it is this sparrow that makes me feel deeply. The little sparrow flies back and forth on the balcony, constantly hitting the glass, as if unwilling to be imprisoned, looking for the door to the blue sky ... damn it! The good mood was destroyed by it.
I grabbed the hanger and cut it. I want to make an excuse for my lost peace. "You said you flew in even if, what blind bump glass! I don't think about my feelings. You are not bored, I am still bored! " The clothes rack in my hand jumped around, trying to photograph the sinner.
I saw the opportunity and took the lead and chopped it down. Just when I thought the war of peace was coming to an end, it shrank its wings, turned over with its beautiful side and dodged. What a close call! I was so angry that I lifted the hanger and rushed over.
Maybe it's my slow reaction, maybe it's the virtue of living well in heaven! The attack failed again. On the contrary, it not only escaped my offensive, but also kept hitting the glass to find a way out, making a "bang … bang" sound.
"Bang ... thump ... bang", under its continuous impact, I forgot to wave my weapon for a moment. Perhaps it was shocked by its fierce fear of death, or perhaps it was moved by its persistence.
"Bang ... thump ... bang", a series of thump sounds resounded through my mind. Finally succeeded.
Successfully found the "door". I don't know why, but I'm really happy for it.
I stood on the balcony and watched it fade away until it disappeared into the sky. It's gone, it should be looking for its friend, and its home is gone.
But the crash of "bang … bang … bang" still lingers in my ears. At that moment, I suddenly felt I had grown up a lot. I see, success and failure are often separated by a layer of "glass". Success depends on whether you can persist and keep "bang … bang … bang" to find the door to success.
"Bang ... thump ... bang", that voice, seems to be imprinted in my mind, always reminds me whenever I encounter difficulties and want to give up. I know, this is not the most beautiful voice in the world, but it must be my most unforgettable voice.
5. Write a 600-word composition entitled "There is such a voice"
There is such a voice that occupies my heart.
As a playful child, he always worried his parents. A happy weekend, I came home late because it was fun. The night is slowly plated with a dark background, and my fear creeps into my heart bit by bit. Should I be scolded when I get home? Sure enough, as I expected, my father saw me coming back and immediately put a straight face. I ran to the balcony for a while. The moonlight is hazy, my heart is surrounded by dark clouds, so hazy. A gust of wind blew, and I shivered with cold and began to regret coming here. At this moment, I suddenly felt a shadow slowly approaching me. I knew it was my dad! My heart was pounding, and just as I was trying to make up some reasons, a word came faintly from my ear: "I shouldn't have scolded you just now, it's cold outside, so go back to your room and sleep." I was about to say I was sorry when my father turned away, leaving me with only a vague figure. Only my father's voice still clearly echoes in my ears. That voice, bearing the love for me, that back propped up the whole family.
The past is like water, the source of memory is dribs and drabs, which merge into a river of love and ripple in my heart. I can't forget the comfort and love my father gave me when I was sad; I can't forget the encouragement and support my father gave me when I was decadent; I can't forget my father's fierce eyes and pure teaching when I made mistakes; I can't forget that when I was sick, my father waited in front of the bed and took care of me in every possible way.
Having such a voice makes me feel extremely guilty. Even in the days when I accomplished nothing, I was contained in his warm chest. There is such a sound, which fills my heart with emotion. Even on cloudy days, I can feel its light. There is such a voice that makes me feel shocked and encourages me to stand up straight even in the most difficult days; There is such a voice, like the wind blowing in my ear, telling me that my father loves me like a mountain.
There is such a voice that has been echoing in my mind.
6. The composition about sound is about 300 words. At noon today, I am enjoying a delicious TV dinner. Suddenly, a muffled thunder woke me up. Then, a flash of lightning pierced the sky. Followed by heavy rain. The heavy rain became more and more violent with the strong wind. Lightning flashed in the sky and around the house. Thunder from far and near, from near and far, as if to break the sky.
It rained harder and harder, from the initial heavy rain to the dripping heavy rain. The small trees in the distance are blurred. The window kept sweeping the rain.
During the downpour, I looked up, and the bean-sized raindrops hit the tiles on the opposite roof, splashing a thin layer of small water droplets.
Smoke hung over the roof and floated in the wind. The rain ran down the eaves, began to fall like a broken bead, and then became a line.
Straight line, straight line down.
The "target" of rain started from the roof of the opposite house and turned to the window glass of my balcony.
Raindrops violently hit the window glass of my balcony, accompanied by the sound of "splitting", leaving one water mark after another on the window. i stand in front of the window.
Looking around, the window is white, and the whole world is shrouded in mist and rain. Raindrops fell on the ground and became crystal-clear rain flowers. immediately
At that time, the yuhua district disappeared and the water droplets merged into the current. In a short time, small pools were built in front of every household.
As time went on, the rain gradually subsided, and I went back to enjoy a TV dinner.
What a beautiful rain!
7. Write a composition about noise and listen to it.
Melody has its beauty, and people will naturally listen; Teaching has its enlightenment, and people will naturally listen; Wind and rain have their own charm, and people will naturally listen. But, do you want to listen to the noise? How?
To tell the truth, I really have feelings for noise. And this mood is changing. I remember reading an explanatory article about the harm of noise. In addition, my family lives around Wujiaochang, and the sound of car horns on the road is annoying enough every day, and the sound of roadside machines "cutting stones and taking soil" is even more annoying. It can be said that I suffer from noise. I know that noise can affect people's hearing, and it can also lead to high blood pressure, heart disease and memory loss ... I am really tired of noise sometimes, so my family moved.
Gradually, I found that the noise around me was gone, but I felt something was missing. Because I found that the noise around my ears had a new meaning.
When I think about the source of noise carefully, I will find that it is related to construction. Isn't the origin of architecture all because of the construction of Shanghai? When I pay more attention to noise, I will find that it is closely related to the development of Shanghai's automobile industry and the improvement of people's living standards. Yes, the noise in our life marks the rapid changes in Shanghai.
Now I really like listening to noise.
Because of the noise, buildings have sprung up, and the Oriental Pearl and Jinmao Tower have stood tall. People move into buildings from humble and crowded low-rise bungalows and live in comfortable and beautiful high-rise buildings.
Because of the noise, bridges have been built in the air, and viaducts, subways, light rails, tunnels and advanced maglev trains have been opened to traffic. People have gone from walking on muddy roads to driving on wide roads, and have also entered the era of speeding on viaducts and bridges.
Because of the noise, various prosperous areas emerge one after another, and shopping worlds such as Xujiahui, Nanjing Road and Huaihai Road have been built one after another. People shop from stalls to shops and then to shopping streets.
It is the noise that enables Shanghai to hold such a grand F 1 event and APEC meeting. It is this noise that makes Shanghai popular with foreigners and become a tourist attraction. It is noise that has improved people's lives, Shanghai has developed rapidly and the motherland has spread its wings and taken off.
Now, whenever I hear noise, I have an impulse to listen to it, and I can't help but follow it with its beat. That kind of happiness and happiness surround me all the time. Today, I like to listen to this voice, because it will be accompanied by the pace of progress to meet a better future.
How to listen to the noise? I just want to say: listen attentively and you will feel the rapid development of the motherland;
8. A bunch of flowers on the balcony 600 words A bunch of flowers on the balcony.
Three-foot balcony, several flowerpots, rays of sunshine, ten o'clock green. . Made up my world.
Of course, my protagonist in this world is very green. And that's very green, of course, from those flowerpots. Of course, those flowerpots are placed in the center of the balcony, because more than ten green leaves growing in the red flowerpots can fully enjoy the sunshine. That ten o'clock green is nothing more than a cucumber seedling that I planted in a flowerpot and is already seven or eight centimeters high.
In the morning, when the sun shines through the glass window on the cucumber seedlings in the flowerpot, it is inevitable that it will shine on a teenager who watered it. Bathed in the warm sunshine, I seem to hear the sound of cucumber seedlings growing.
At dusk, when the afterglow of the sunset glow shines resplendent on the balcony, it will also sprinkle its brilliant brilliance on the teenagers who are squatting beside the flowerpot and watching the growth of cucumber seedlings intently. ..
The boy who watered cucumber seedlings and watched them grow is undoubtedly me.
Day after day, I am intoxicated in this world that belongs to me.
The balcony is the same, the flowerpot is the same, and the sun is the same. However, what changed was my beloved cucumber seedlings. Oh, no, the old cucumber seedlings have grown vines, which are more than a foot long. To be exact, it should be called cucumber seedlings. I carefully inserted two or three fingers in each flowerpot, more than one meter high, and then carefully guided the cucumber seedlings to the bamboo pole, for fear that they were not used to staying in the "new home", I tied them to the bamboo pole with cloth strips.
Every day before and after school, I will come to my world, bathed in the afterglow of sunshine and sunset glow, listening to the sound of cucumber seedlings growing.
Cucumber seedlings grow thin yellow tentacles, hold the bamboo pole tightly, and then meander up along the bamboo pole like a snake.
Cucumber seedlings have blossomed. At first, when I got up in the morning, the bud as big as a soybean grain was still sleepy and wanted to open and close. By dusk, the buds have bloomed brightly.
Finally, a cucumber cub grows among the branches of the green vine. The cucumber cub is covered with green fluff, just like the armor that protects it. Cucumber cubs grow up day by day. Finally, it grew into a beautiful cucumber half a foot long.
So, in my world, I witnessed the growth of life and harvested the fruits that belong to me!
9. The composition 600 about sound has such a sound.
There is such a voice that occupies my heart.
As a playful child, he always worried his parents. A happy weekend, I came home late because it was fun. The night slowly plated with a dark background, and my fear climbed up bit by bit.
Boss, you should get a scolding when you go home, right? Sure enough, as I expected, my father saw me coming back and immediately put a straight face. I ran to the balcony for a while. The moonlight is hazy, my heart is surrounded by dark clouds, so hazy.
Light. A gust of wind blew, and I shivered with cold and began to regret coming here. At this moment, I suddenly felt a shadow slowly approaching me. I knew it was my dad! I play drums in my heart, just as I am thinking hard.
When I made up some reasons, I heard a faint sentence: "I shouldn't have scolded you just now." It's cold outside. Go back to your room and sleep. " I was about to say I was sorry when my father turned away, leaving me with only a vague figure. only
My father's voice still echoes clearly in my ears. That voice, bearing the love for me, that back propped up the whole family. (Hainan Tianjiao Model Agency Performance-Tianjiao Literature)
The past is like water, the source of memory is dribs and drabs, which merge into a river of love and ripple in my heart. I can't forget the comfort and love my father gave me when I was sad; I can't forget the encouragement and support my father gave me when I was decadent; I can't forget my father's fierce eyes and pure teaching when I made mistakes; I can't forget that when I was sick, my father waited in front of the bed and took care of me in every possible way.
Having such a voice makes me feel extremely guilty. Even in the days when I accomplished nothing, I was contained in his warm chest. There is such a voice, which fills my heart with emotion, even on a cloudy day.
Can feel its light; There is such a voice that makes me feel shocked and encourages me to stand up straight even in the most difficult days; There is such a voice, like the wind blowing in my ear, telling me that my father loves me like a mountain.
I hope it will be helpful to you and I hope it will be adopted.
10 voice. () The composition is full of moonlight, and I hold the clearest one because it is beautiful. After sunset, I hold the warmest one because it is beautiful. Burning red leaves, I picked the brightest one, because it is beautiful. As everyone knows, the sound can be so beautiful. Mother's voice is the most beautiful in my heart.
"Son, did you get the pass? Have all the books been packed? Be careful on the road, okay? Wait for more cars, cross the road, come back early at night, and mom will make you something to eat. " "Oh, I know, I have said it several times." I pouted and hated my mother's ink. In fact, my heart is very warm. I like my mother's exhortation, even if there are countless, I am happy, because I know this is the embodiment of maternal love. I like this wonderful sound hovering in my ear.
Before going out every time, these words are essential compulsory courses for me, and now I can recite them backwards. When I was in primary school, my mother said I was too young to send me to school. Even so, he won't forget to say something similar to me. Well, come to think of it, my mother's memory is really beyond people's imagination. Finally, in the fourth and fifth grades, I can go to school by myself and go home by myself. Even though I have been gone for two years, my mother will still tell me with trepidation. Although sometimes I feel that my ears are full of cocoons, I am still willing to accept them. Even though I sometimes complain to him (that's because I want her to know that I have grown up), my heart is still warm.
In the second day of junior high school, I lived on campus, and this wonderful exhortation has never stopped. This warm feeling still hasn't stopped. I go home once every half a month. Although we don't meet every day, modern technology still gives my mother a chance to talk. I am lucky to get a call from my mother every time I go back to my dormitory. "Baby, is the dormitory cold? Be sure to cover the quilt at night, and don't forget to put on your hat and gloves when running ... "Look at this wonderful voice still hovering in my ear.
I like the sound. This is the most beautiful voice in my world.