1. Composition about writing
If you are in a noisy place, you definitely want a quiet environment. However, this noisy environment is increasing in decibels, all the way up to one hundred decibels, but it cannot stop. Therefore, we should wear headphones to protect our ears. This way we won’t damage our ears.
This environment is the class I study in. It is extremely lively. Everyone is energetic, speaks loudly, and treats the teacher as a transparent thing. Look, my class is a good place to train deaf people. If you want to be unable to hear sounds from now on, you can transfer to my class and I guarantee you will graduate in less than one semester. But I like to listen to the melody of life every day, but I just want a quiet environment and headphones that can listen to the teacher's lectures, and that's enough.
Can you lend me a pair of headphones? Just one will do. As long as you can listen to the teacher's lectures, gain knowledge, and gain something from listening, that's enough. I don’t require it to be MP3 or Xpress. Can you lend me a headset? 2. Composition on headphones
From elementary school to high school, I went to school near my home.
Every morning, when I picked up my black schoolbag and went out, my father would always sit quietly at the dining table, holding a piece of golden bread in his right hand, holding a book of Pushkin's poems in his left hand, and hanging two White outdated headphones, playing unknown light music, staring at a place with great interest without moving. When I slammed the door, I never heard any noise in the house.
One day, I finally left my hometown and went to study at a university in another province. My mother and I packed all our luggage.
Before leaving, I picked up my black suitcase and looked back at my father at the dinner table. He still maintained his habitual movements for many years, grabbing the golden bread, holding on to Pushkin's collection of poems, hanging on the outdated headphones, and his eyes stopped on a page in the book, motionless.
I am extremely disappointed. At the last moment of separation, is he not even willing to give me a blessing? Am I just like air in his eyes? He, is he still my father? I closed the door gently, dragged my luggage, and took a taxi to the airport. My heart was filled with a sour feeling. The plane slowly ascended, and I suddenly remembered that when the little sister next door came to my house yesterday, she dropped the white earphones to the ground. My mother tried them on, and finally said helplessly: "It's broken, he should get angry!" In an instant, I burst into tears. 3. I am looking for an English composition about introducing earphones. A middle school student composition of about one or two hundred words
Nowadays many students listen to music and learn English with earphones. As for your trouble with ears and bad memory, I'm afraid you spend too much time listening with earphones. In fact, listening to music while doing your lessons may result in less concentration on your study. Besides, the overuse of earphones does harm to your hearing. There are many ways we can enjoy music and learn English. For instance, a recorder or a radio may be a good choice. However, if you do need to use an earphone, you should rest your ears for at least ten minutes every hour but do not use it more than 2 hours a day. I hope things will get better soon. 4. A composition describing rain
Rain It’s raining... it’s raining.
I sat by the window and watched the heavy rain. The rain was falling really hard. Looking into the distance, the water vapor was churning very hard.
Look, a group of dragons are racing with their claws and teeth! Slowly, the water vapor turned into a picture of thousands of horses galloping. After a while, it turned into a group of small fishes. It's so beautiful! Gradually, the rain became lighter, and the water drops dripping down from the tall buildings turned into water curtains, each one like a broken bead. The raindrops as thin as cow's hair were beating down diagonally drop by drop. I couldn't help but think of the poem "The slanting wind and drizzle don't need to return." I finally understand its meaning now.
I am intoxicated in the rain.
After a while, the rain cleared up, but the sun hadn't come out yet. It was overcast, which reminded me of the background of a horror movie, which made me a little creepy. Slowly, the sun came out and a rainbow appeared.
Open the window and bursts of fresh air come into your nose. Although it was only a few minutes, it was enough.
Being able to breathe such "green" air in the city has already made me feel refreshed. Rain, so beautiful! Listening to the Rain When I was a child, I lived under a tiled house. Whenever it rained, I could hear the sad and sad sound of rain.
When I grow up, I live in a reinforced concrete forest, unable to hear the sad sound of rain. It seems that life lacks a lot of aura, the softest and weakest things that can move people, and my heart Slowly deserting. So I missed the sound of rain in that tiled house.
Rain is weak, the lightest thing in the world, and cannot knock the heavy reinforced concrete building. The tiled house is different. Raindrops tinkling on it and immediately make a pleasant sound.
People in the hut have the blessing of being close to nature in the rain. When the rain falls rapidly, the sound becomes impassioned, like a hundred horses roaring in unison or ten thousand horses galloping.
The rain slows down and the sound weakens, gently penetrating your heart, like the breeze in your ears in the warm spring season. The tiles seem to be specially designed for the rain, and they perform their duties dutifully. People who listen to the rain feel filled with endless affection. People like to sit quietly and listen to the rain when their hearts are full of nostalgia and lamentation.
The old man with lofty ideals has the ambition of "lying down at night listening to the wind and rain, and the iron horse glaciers coming into his dream"; the late beauty has the resentment of "the yellow-leafed tree in the rain, the white-headed man under the lamp"; the lovesick lover has the "parasol tree" There is also the feeling of drizzle, and at dusk, bit by bit"; the sentimental poet has the reverie of "listening to the spring rain in a small building all night, and selling apricot blossoms in the deep alley in the Ming Dynasty". Rain has become a messenger for people to modify their feelings and express their wishes.
In my spare time, I was fortunate enough to return to the place where I once listened to the rain. It happened to be a light rain that day, and I heard the familiar yet unfamiliar sound of rain again.
In the mist, the sound of rain revealed a strange mood, the kind that we have not communicated with for a long time. It is thousands of miles away from me, showing me that it is unfamiliar to me, but I can feel the breath of its existence from the deepest part of my consciousness.
I feel the joy of waking up from a dream and the sense of vicissitudes after being confused. Oh, what I met in the sound of rain was actually my self that has been separated by time and space, and it was telling everything about my past.
I was hesitant and asked myself: Who am I? Am I still the same person I was before? There is a poem that goes: "The young man listens to the rain song upstairs, and the tent is dimly lit by red candles. The mature man listens to the rain in the boat, the river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese call in the west wind."
Different life circumstances lead to different feelings about listening to the rain. However, listening to the rain is all about listening to the conversation of souls, listening to the rush of true love, and listening to the gurgling flow of time.
What the sound of rain hits is not only the echo of the years, but also the regrets of the past and the melancholy that cannot be expressed. It seems that only in the gentle sound of rain on this tiled house can the soul breathe and life can continue.
The sound of rain is still ringing, like my real heartbeat... Rain The rain that comes tirelessly in the morning just falls, just falls; making everyone a little tired and bored. Everyone had nothing to do after class, and happened to go to the phone to chat with friends.
It would be more interesting if it were a woman! Calling here and there, the bells are tinkling all the time. The telephone was nailed to the wall, the operator's ears were used to being urged by all directions, and the bells were the most lively things; so they didn't even have any taste for it yet - so they were miserable. Ear room.
He had just found a young man with a beard in western clothes from No. 13 Sishe. He saw the young man’s mouth jabbering at the machine, opening and closing it for a while, and finally looked like he was angry. Huo Di I hung up my headphones and walked out. The rest could not last as long as ten breaths, and the bell on the wall was tinkling to notify him.
"Hey, where are you - this is the Agricultural University. ...Mr. Xian? What's your surname? Oh, oh, are you here again? Yes, yes." He hung up the earphone on another Nail it up.
It can be seen from the heavy sound that he was wronged for being unreasonably troublesome. Apart from hanging up the headphones hard, there was no way to vent this injustice.
"It's Mr. Xian again!" He also said something to himself that he could hear. You could have just lied and said you couldn't find it, and that would have been the end of it.
But he is new here not long ago. Although he sleeps and eats with Brother Cui, who comes to the office to send and receive letters every day, he has not learned these things that can be used for leisure. Moreover, when I thought about the situation a few months ago when I lived in Tonglechun and burned fire every day, my face became black with thorns and there was not much oil left on my belly, my sense of responsibility immediately increased.
I had to raise my left hand again (because I was wearing long clothes now, so my right hand lost space.) to block the big raindrops thrown from the eaves, and ran with small steps. Go to Sishe to find the young bearded guy.
In the middle of the table stood the square old clock. It swayed and swayed, as if hypnotized by the sound of rain, and it moved slower and lighter. The mail pad was lying flat next to the clock, as if he was dozing off.
There is a small teacup squeezed very close to Zhong, and there is more than half a cup of brown tea, which is not hot at all. ... His eyes saw the young man smiling and yelling into the earphones, but his ears were disturbed by the sound of rain outside the door, and he couldn't take the time to listen to what the young man was talking about in such a thick and overwhelming manner.
He felt that the young man laughing into his headphones was really boring. The young man went out again.
When the boy passed by him, his suit pants rubbed against his left hand that was hanging by his hip, and a strange but pleasant smell ran into him. nostrils. When he went to the consumer club yesterday, he saw a bottle the size of a finger hiding shyly on the corner of the glass cabinet. What kind of essence was stored in the bottle?
——The smell at this time was made of the yellow water in the bottle. He was confident that he had not guessed. 5. Composition after picking up headphones
"I picked up an earplug>>I picked up an earplug"Excellent composition" Every Monday morning, I am particularly excited because Monday is a school event The day of the solemn flag-raising ceremony.
Today is of course no exception. After breakfast, I happily walked on the way to school. The weather is nice today, with a few white clouds floating in the cloudless sky.
The streets are busy with traffic and the crowds are bustling. Looking at these tall buildings, I feel that our life is extremely beautiful. Suddenly, my feet seemed to be tripped by something. I looked down and saw, ah! Who dropped this Etymotic (Etymotic's moving iron monitoring in-ear earplugs Er4P) here, and also brought a very finely made extension cord.
I bent down to pick it up and held it in my hand I don't know what to do. Two villains seemed to appear in my mind. The one on the left said: "Haha, I'm so lucky today. I picked up a good thing. Take it to school." /p>
"The little man on the right immediately said: "No, the person who lost this thing must be very anxious. You should wait here to see if anyone comes to find it." The little man on the left said again: " That's silly. Aren't you still using Sennheiser MX500? You see, the students in school are all using ULTIMATE EARS 5Pro. It would be great if you could hold it in your hands!" the villain on the right replied. : "We have to return things to others when we find them. This is what the teacher taught us. If we don't do this, we are not a good child.
"That's what they do.