I heard the chirping of birds, the rustling of leaves and the running of running water. However, there is one sound that I can never get tired of listening to, and that is the jingle of my bike.
I'm in grade three. Dad bought me a cross-country bike with a small bell shining in front. I really like it.
Every noon, my mother and I go to school by bike. I can't help setting the bell, which will make a crisp and pleasant sound, as if to say, "Little master, ride slowly and pay attention to the pedestrians and vehicles ahead!" Sometimes I gently touch the bell with my finger, "Jingle Jingle", as if playing a brisk community, and as if singing to people walking forward: Excuse me, please make way!
Whenever the bicycle rings the sound of "jingle bells", I feel refreshed and full of energy. Bicycles shuttled freely on the sidewalk, arrived at school safely and returned home safely. Because its "Jingle Bells" reminds: "Don't worry, master, I will be your bodyguard!"
Ding Rinrin's voice, pedestrians are safe, I am safe, and my mother can rest assured. I like you.-Jingle bells.
2. Urgent ~ Our ears are listening to all kinds of sounds all the time every day; When we write a composition, we should always write sounds. The painting sound mentioned here is to describe the sound written in the composition realistically and vividly, and to receive vivid performance with the sound.
Painting sound can generally be divided into the following four levels. The first realm is to draw sound directly.
For example, Jun Qing's A Midsummer Night by the Sea: "There are so many people enjoying the cool on the beach. The sound of voices, laughter, singing and frolicking resounded throughout the beach. "
This is the most direct and basic method of drawing sound, which is plain, true and natural. Of course, onomatopoeia can also be used to make sentences more vivid. For example, Zhu Ziqing wrote in "Spring": "Under the flowers, a hundred bees are buzzing ..." The onomatopoeic word "buzz" vividly imitates the voices of bees, making readers seem to hear their voices and see the noisy scenes of swarms of bees.
The second realm is to use figurative rhetoric to draw sounds. For example, Jian Zhen wrote cicadas in Summer Sentences: "Suddenly, all the cicadas cried at the same time, which scared me."
The sudden outbreak of cicada singing is likened to "besieged on all sides, covered with golden bells, beating drums and shouting", which vividly describes the suddenness of cicada singing and the grandeur of its voice, giving people a profound feeling. Generally speaking, drawing sounds by analogy refers to unfamiliar sounds that are difficult to imitate with onomatopoeic words, and can describe the differences in detail.
For example, the sound is the same. Children are like silver bells, girls are like warblers, middle-aged men are like two bells, and some people are like stuffy casseroles, thus reproducing the sound image in detail. The third realm is synaesthesia painting sound.
Liu E described Song Like in Travel Notes of Lao Can: "After singing more than ten sentences, he gradually sang higher and higher, suddenly pulled out a gyro and threw it into the sky like a tightrope ... After singing to a very high level of three or four folds, he suddenly fell and tried his best to catch its indomitable spirit, like a flying snake hovering in the middle of the 36 peaks of Huangshan Mountain, and turned several times in an instant. From then on, the singing became lower and thinner, and the voice gradually disappeared.
..... about two or three minutes, as if there was a sound coming from underground. After that, it suddenly rose again, like fireworks in the east, a marble rose into the sky and turned into thousands of colorful flames, scattered vertically and horizontally. "
This song was audible but invisible. Here, the author uses "throwing into the sky like a tightrope" to describe the sudden high-pitched agitation of the song, uses "hovering in the middle of Huangshan like a flying snake" to describe the rotation of the song, and uses "thousands of colorful flames, scattered vertically and horizontally" to describe the dazzling variety of the song, which makes the invisible music tangible and shows the exquisite rap art of Bai Niu in a simple way. Of course, when we are writing a composition, any method we choose is thinner than adjustment.
Therefore, the fourth realm of painting sound is the comprehensive application of various methods, and sometimes it can be supplemented by the reaction of characters as a side contrast. As mentioned above, Liu E went on to write: "This sound flies, that is, there are infinite voices coming at the same time.
Black boy's omni-directional fingers, big and small, are in harmony with his voice, such as the spring dawn in the flower dock and the sound of a good bird. My ears are too busy. I don't know what to listen to, but when I was still stirring up, I suddenly heard Huo Ran, and everyone was silent.
At this time, the audience cheered and thundered. After the above synaesthesia painting, the author compares the melody to "Spring Dawn" and "Birds Singing" by means of metaphor, which vividly shows the rhythm and melody of Bai Niu's singing.
"My ears are too busy" I write about the feeling of sound from the listener's point of view. "Applause thunders" set off the beauty of Bai Niu's acting skills. In short, as long as we listen carefully to all kinds of voices, ponder their characteristics carefully, do more vocal painting exercises consciously and actively, pay attention to the proper use of onomatopoeia, use metaphors appropriately, use synaesthesia reasonably and use contrast naturally, we can draw realistic, vivid and vivid voices.
The description of the voice in the masterpiece only heard a woman's deep response. Qing Zhuweng said, "Look, auntie, this piano score is a bit odd."
The woman took another bite. Well, the piano began to ring, adjusted the strings, paused for a while, as if to change the broken strings, adjusted the strings again, and then played. At the beginning, it was the same as qingzhuweng. Later, it turned higher and higher, and the rhyme turned effortlessly.
Ling Huchong was pleasantly surprised, vaguely remembering the music played by Quyang that night. This song is sometimes impassioned and sometimes gentle. Although Ling Huchong doesn't understand music theory, she feels that the music played by her mother-in-law is the same as that played by Quyang, but her interests are quite different.
The melody played by this mother-in-law is peaceful and upright, which makes people feel only the beauty of music, but not the excitement of Quyang's performance. After playing for a long time, the rhyme of the piano gradually slows down. Music doesn't seem to live far away, but the pianist seems to have walked dozens of feet and miles, and the details can't be heard.
The sound of the piano seems endless, but there are one or two extremely low and thin flutes next to it. Gently swaying, the flute sounds louder, just like a flute player blowing slowly and approaching slowly. The flute is beautiful, high and low, light and loud, low to the extreme, and low after several turns. Although extremely low and thin, each syllable is still clearly audible.
Gradually, pearls and jadeites occasionally jump in the bass, crisp and short, and their voices are getting louder and louder. At first, it was like a splash of spring water, and then it was like a group of flowers blooming, blooming and birds whispering in the air. Gradually, the birds left, the spring flowers fell, but the rain rustled, like a desolate, intermittent, as if nothing had happened, and finally fell silent. Xiao pause for a long time, this just a rude awakening.
Although Wang Yuanba and Yue Buqun don't understand this piece of music, they can't help being ecstatic. Master Yi seems to have been driven away.
Mrs. Yue sighed and sincerely praised: "Admire, admire! Zhong Er, what music is this? " Ling Huchong said, "This is called the song of the legendary swordsman. This mother-in-law's skill is really amazing. It is rare that she is proficient in piano and flute. " Mrs. Yue said, "This is a wonderful piece of music, but it needs the skill of this mother-in-law.
I think this is the first time you have heard such wonderful music.
I have touched the green in spring, seen the fiery red in summer and enjoyed the white in winter, but my favorite color is autumn.
Autumn is red, you see, sorghum is red and strong, like bundles of torches. Ripe strawberries are more popular. Looking from a distance, sorghum fields are like a sea of fire, dotted with the earth and bringing hope to people.
Autumn is golden. You see, pieces of wheat ears grow tall and strong, like beautiful golden butterflies. A gust of autumn wind blew, and the golden "spray" turned up, putting on a handsome "suit" for the land father-in-law. The children enjoy playing in the golden ocean, adding a smile to autumn.
Autumn is green. You see, the pine tree stands up with its green armor to protect the animals and plants in the forest. All the other trees turned yellow, but the pine tree still stuck to its post. If you look closely, you can see little squirrels jumping between trees, and some of them are eating pine cones in trees! Children, we had a good time playing hide-and-seek there.
Autumn is white, you see, white cotton is full of the sweat of farmers, and the white on the earth is full of the hard work of farmers. White cotton is as white as snow, as light as a cloud, as soft as fog, and green branches and leaves set off the efforts of farmers.
Autumn is purple. You see, the grape trellis is covered with crystal clear purple gems, such as agate and pearls, which are particularly dazzling in the sun. Grape babies lie in the green "cradle" one by one, enjoying the sunshine bath, enjoying the coolness of autumn wind, and eating the "special care" of farmers is delicious.
Autumn is blue. You see, the sky is staring at the earth and mountains. Ah! Autumn is more striking than the blue sky, farther than anyone else. Look at the sea and the plains in autumn, and watch people enjoy a better life freely.
Autumn is colorful. It brings red to sorghum, gold to wheat ears, green to forests, white to cotton, purple to grapes and blue to the sky. With the colors of autumn, colorful autumn is coming. I love you, autumn color! I love you, Cho!
4. Ask for a composition. In our daily life, there are many moving examples. There are composition topics, a breeze and a drizzle in the morning, which make people moved by nature and create beautiful music; On the night when the moon and stars are few, a little fragrance and a ray of moonlight make people moved by the quiet and elegant atmosphere around them.
The joy flashing in tears is touching; The eternity of time is moving. Touching is a deep shock, which stems from our pious adherence to responsibility, persistent pursuit of ideals and the widest love for life.
Please write a composition with the theme of "moving", no less than 600 words. I have been touched by countless things, and sometimes even shed tears, but only one thing shocked my heart.
Olympic men's 1 10 meter hurdles final, in the early hours of the morning, my father was waiting on TV, and my mother went to bed early because of "discomfort". I hid in the quilt of the air-conditioned room, waiting for the exciting start.
Suddenly I heard the alarm clock in my mother's room go off, but only a few times. Almost at the same time, my mother and I rushed from our room to the living room, and everyone smiled at each other and got the message.
Actually, there are still 15 minutes before the game starts. I saw my father keep spitting smoke rings. I know he's nervous.
Mom looks carefree and eating melon seeds, but I can see that her hand has been holding the remote control tightly. She was nervous, too.
I seem to see through their skins and see an essence in their bones, a China soul that will only be revealed at critical moments. With the shot of the referee, the game began.
1 sec, dad took a sip of cigarettes; In 2 seconds, my mother stuffed a melon seed into her mouth; 3 seconds, Liu Xiang is in the leading position; 4 seconds dad stood up; 5 seconds, my mother came again; In a beautiful arc of 6 seconds, Liu Xiang crossed a span; In 7 seconds, dad took a step forward; In 8 seconds, Liu Xiang's opponent was half a body behind him; 9 seconds dad grabbed mom's hand; 10 second, mom grabs dad's hand; 1 1 sec Liu Xiang's opponent made a mistake and was almost knocked down; 12 seconds, someone stomps upstairs; 12second 9 1 Dad fell on his knees, and Mom spilled melon seeds all over the floor. Many people stepped on their feet upstairs. Someone is singing the national anthem in the building and looking out of the window. Every household is brightly lit, and my tears "wow" come down. I have never seen my father hug my mother like a child, and I am moved; I have never seen my mother dance to make melon seeds messy, and I am moved; I have never seen all the people in China burst into excitement at that moment, and I was moved ... That night, when I grew up, I was proud of being a China native, and my soul was baptized by emotion.
Comment on the emotion expressed in this article has a process of changing with the development of things, which not only writes the thickness of emotion, but also makes the text vivid. This writing is not only convenient, but also effective.
Zhu Ziqing's description of his father's "back" is like this, and so is Yang Shuo's exclamation of "bee" spirit. People (recommended by Marin)? Cars? (10) Chen Xin Dakar Rally is the hardest race in the world, attracting millions of people's attention every year.
Her charm comes from the strangeness of desert scenery, from the hardships and * * * in the competition, and from the tragic and uplifting touch! I was moved by the racer! I was moved by the racing car! Dakar, I am moved for you! In the desert, the relationship between people is the most sincere. No cheating, no treachery, giving people spiritual baptism and moving. Cars are flocking, and I'm out of gas. You come down with a spare tank. You fell, so I stopped to help you.
In the competition, people don't behave like opponents, but more like brothers, friends of life and death. Xu Lang, a driver from paladin, China, said in an interview that he met a foreign driver on the road. He told Xu Lang to stop the car, and then calmly told him that the sand in front is soft and pay attention to safety.
At this moment, Xu Lang found a foreign racing car trapped in the sand by the roadside. Xu Lang said, and there was a surge in his eyes.
I know, he must have been very moved at that time, because I was shocked in front of the TV: what a great man this is. The foreign driver's own car is still stuck in the sand, but he is considering the safety of other drivers. In front of nature, people are so small, but in front of United people, nature is not invincible. Isn't this worth moving? Perhaps cars are among the thousands of machines created by human beings in Qian Qian that deserve to be described as "beautiful". Fighters and tanks may be more "beautiful", but after all, they are killing tools and cannot be linked to beauty.
In the journey of Dakar, warriors and their racing cars are inseparable: the car and people are one, the car is there, the car is destroyed, and the car has long been a part of the racing driver. The yellow sand is boundless, and cars and people are flying between heaven and earth, which is a kind of beauty. How can you not let people feel inexplicably moved! At the end of the competition-Dakar rose lake, the fantastic name attracted many warriors to embark on the journey, which is the dream of human beings to overcome nature.
Since the birth of 1979 Dakar Rally, 48 people, including 30 drivers, left their lives on the way to Dakar in 27 years. Sabbini, the organizer of the rally, was buried in the desert in a helicopter crash, but the wheels of the Dakar rally will not stop. Tsuguko, Sabbini's father, let the dust of racing cars rise in the desert. In 2005, the game was even more tragic. Four drivers and two locals died in a car accident, including two-time motorcycle champion Meoni.
When his teammates heard the bad news of his death, they all knelt by the car. Everyone mourned for him that night. The next day, the drivers tied black ribbons to commemorate the warrior, and the race started again ... the sun would still rise and the sand in the desert would remain the same. The death of soldiers brings people courage and belief, and is a solemn and stirring and firm touch. "Before leaving, it will always be just a dream. Getting on the road is a challenge. "
This is the famous saying of Sabin, the initiator of the rally, and it is also the reason why everyone, including me, was moved by it! Everyone's heart is full of hidden emotions. We write articles to pluck the strings of that emotion and awaken everyone's heart. The author of this paper plucks the most powerful three strings: the sincere unity of people in the face of difficulties, the selfless realm of the unity of car and man, and the firm choice in the face of death and ideal.
Beautiful emotions are always touching. (recommended by Ma Lin).
Write a composition of more than 400 words about the shape, color, taste, sound and environment of plants. Last Saturday, my mother took me to a flower shop. When I arrived at the flower shop, there were colorful flowers everywhere, and there were bursts of flowers from time to time. Well done! At this time, my eyes moved to the little mimosa in the corner, which was so small among those tall and green plants. I have a strange feeling about it. When I left, I asked my mother to buy a little mimosa. When I get home, I can't wait to see how shy it is. The leaves of mimosa are green and consist of dozens of small leaves, just like a loom. String the small leaves together. Every branch of it has small thorns. If you accidentally touch it, it will bleed. Mimosa really looks like a shy little girl. When I gently touch its leaves, it will close along the petiole, the leaves will become very thin, and at the same time, the branches will lower their heads, as if afraid of seeing people. How interesting! I fiddle with it when I have time. But once, I fiddled with the mimosa again, only to find that its leaves moved much slower. I kept fiddling, and finally the mimosa stopped moving! Is it dead? I'm worried. I immediately read "100,000 Why" and finally found the information and understood the mystery: there was a bag of black bean capsules called leaf pillow under the petiole of mimosa, which contained enough water. When you touch the leaf with your hand, the water in the leaf pillow immediately flows to other places. The leaf pillow is flat, so the leaf hangs down. Always touch it continuously, and the water in the leaf pillow flows out.
6. urgent need ~ sound: a heart that doesn't want to be covered by dust will never be really quiet. As long as it is still jumping, it will draw blood and write the rhythm of life.
Either the waves of the Yellow River, the cirrus clouds, the birds singing in the forest, or the wind singing under the moon, intense, leisurely, cheerful, bleak, and more subtle, indescribable awareness, enchanted and unwilling hearts all have the desire to make a sound. The whole meaning of human existence is supported by this precious thing. Without it, there would be no Tang poetry and Song poetry, no Thunderstorm, no green willows in the south of the Yangtze River, and no cold trees in the north.
Because of this, people are not satisfied with Beethoven's ninth movement, which gathers the clear water of the Rhine River, irrigates thirsty hearts and makes great achievements called for by human fraternity. With the pace of the times, jazz rock was shaken. A Bing used a poem "Two Springs Reflecting the Moon" to describe the beauty of the world incisively and vividly, and he can be called a great master. However, his sit-in and blue dress failed to set up procedural obstacles for the 12 women's band.
They hung the Hu Qin around their waist, twisted their waist branches in pushing the bow with open arms, and showed off their charming navel from time to time. Although some people accuse dressing up is not in line with civil law, they spread the sound of nature and youth on the streets of new york; Spaceships travel in space with earth music, hoping to seek the same understanding of human rhythm on other planets; The pots and pans in the kitchen, even radish and cabbage, have a unique rhythm. In fact, it is a different kind of singing. Snowflakes are flying all over the sky, shining like a piece of silver.
Soft as cotton. The snow in my hometown flies freely, making everything so white and holy.
Snowflakes are flying all over the sky, which is amazing. Snowflakes flying all over the sky dance freely under the breeze, as if they were holy goddess messengers, and as if beautiful Snow White came to the world.
Snowflakes are so white, spotless, so delicate, so beautiful and so soft. Snowflakes are fluttering, drifting to the sacred world.
Snowflakes fall gently from the sky and keep spinning, so free, so loose, so romantic. Snowflakes are reluctant to leave the white stage in the sky and fall on the ground that has been covered with a layer of silver blanket.
There is also a piece of grass held by snowflakes, like a white and flawless painting. Snowflakes hang on willow branches, willow trees become jade leaves, snowflakes hang on poplars, and poplars are all white, like Santa Claus. Snowflakes fell on the stream under the tree, and the frozen stream was like a white silver practice.
Snowflakes are so white, whiter than clouds, brighter than silver, cleaner than jade, bright and dazzling, unspeakable, and just around the corner. Snowflakes are fluttering, bringing the agility of the soul.
Snowflakes are fluttering, scrambling to fall from the air. Snowflakes may be obsessed with dancing on the big stage in the air, flying out of their homes-clouds, and they are flying in the air. You look at me and I'll push you.
They flutter slowly in the air, shaking from side to side, like a little girl walking in the forest, careless and thoughtful, and the snow is getting heavier and heavier. It flies all over the sky like a cotton ball, floating in the wind, full of joy, jumping, laughing and free. In this leisurely dynamic, we feel an indescribable sense of quietness in the snowflake fluttering, which can be felt in people's hearts because she is completely white? Or is it because snow is silent? Or her unique charm? It is precisely because of this dynamic silence that we feel the warmth and beauty of snowflakes flying.
Maybe she is a portrayal of the ideal kingdom in people's minds, so we exclaim her beauty. Snowflakes are fluttering, drifting to the flawless world.
It snowed heavily, covering almost everything in my field of vision. Snow falls, spilling all of it, and becomes a white world.
In this world, everything is white for you, white for me and white for her, which makes you white. White was the real scene. The sky is white, the ground is white, the upstairs is white, the trees are white, the whole world is white, and the heart is white. Even our souls are made of jade. The falling snow is so lovely, so drizzling, and even her dance in the sky is so wonderful. She is a beautiful little swan. She found a spiritual temple in the sky-the Great Swan Lake.
Snowflakes are fluttering, beautiful, white, lovely and infinitely romantic; Snowflakes are fluttering, flawless, chic and active, which makes our hearts smart. Snowflakes are still floating, splashing beautiful hearts, washing away all dirt and floating sacred whiteness to every corner of the world.
7. Write about the appearance, color, smell and sound of the lotus pond. When you come to the lotus pond in the morning, the first thing you see is a green ocean, which is the lotus pond. Lotus leaves crowded together, like a group of brothers and sisters holding hands, heart to heart, intimate, swaying in the breeze.
You see, beautiful lotus flowers have grown on the green lotus leaves, some are in bud and shy: some are as white as snow, some are as pink as chardonnay, and they are dancing like a little girl in clean clothes, which makes people think; Only two or three petals are left, revealing the green lotus, and the small holes in the lotus are like small mouths to absorb sunlight and rain. A breeze blew gently, and the fragrance of lotus leaves in the air was intoxicating.
Lotus is not only beautiful, but also has ornamental, medicinal and edible values. Lotus leaf can not only be made into fragrant lotus leaf rice, but also clear away heat and detoxify. Lotus seeds can be made into lotus porridge in My Sweetie, which can also clear fire and soothe the nerves. Lotus root grows in the mud, washed and made into honey lotus root, but it is delicious.