My favorite voice
There was once a beautiful poem that said, "A kind of spring sound is unforgettable, and the most important thing is to return to Chang 'an class. "In a simple sentence, the scene of a group of blue teenagers walking and playing on their way home from school is presented to us. We can even hear the sound of selling in the picture, and we can also see the wine banners fluttering in the wind in the distance.
This is the most beautiful voice in the author's heart, and this is the author's memory of that lush time.
So, what's my favorite voice?
Maybe it's because of the rain. I remember when I was very young, I liked to listen to the sound of heavy rain hitting the window. It was crisp and powerful, and I couldn't wait. At that time, I liked to stay alone in the house and do my homework. The noisy sound outside was drowned by the strong rain, and even the dazzling light seemed a little soft after passing through the rain curtain.
The rain falls on the gilded eaves, on the crimson bricks, on the lush lawn and on the blue pool water, like playing a love waltz on the piano, and the white and slender fingertips gently and forcefully tap the black and white keys.
Maybe the wind. I remember reading an article when I was young, saying that children are children of the wind. As a result, after reading it, I rushed out without a coat in the cold wind of December, and finally had a high fever of 39 degrees. However, when the breeze passes by your window, it won't make a sound. It sneaked into the children's dreams, and then slipped out quietly, quietly greening the banks of the south of the Yangtze River.
The breeze walks quietly through the hall, holding an oil-paper umbrella and slowly coming to you. Her head was half lowered, her eyes were like autumn water, hidden under fine eyelashes. She's close to you, close to you. If you smell it quietly, you may be able to smell a little fragrance and news from a distance. She is close at hand, close at hand, only a finger away from you. She walked past you and smiled back inadvertently. If you listen quietly, you may hear her breathing softly. Accompanied by drizzle, she walked away with an oil-paper umbrella in the alley of Jiangnan, stepping on Qingshiban Street. If you look carefully, you may see the young grass growing in the green slate, waving reluctantly in the direction where she is going.
Maybe it's the rustling of fallen leaves. I remember when I was a child, someone told me that the most beautiful sound was that you walked alone on the campus road and heard the rustling of leaves under your feet. Since then, I have always wanted to have a chance to listen to the songs of fallen leaves. Unfortunately, every time I have the opportunity to walk on the fallen leaves, it is noisy all around, and I can't hear the children's chorus hidden under the noise.
Fallen leaves fall silently, covering the rugged stone road in the mountain and covering the lazy ash with a fiery red layer. The whole mountain was silent, and the fallen leaves fell into a deep sleep. And on an autumn evening, you inadvertently walked here and woke up the whole mountain forest. Listen, fallen leaves are whispering at your feet, saying the most romantic words. The setting sun is like fire, which has dyed the whole mountain forest red. You approach step by step and listen to the whispers of fallen leaves.
What's my favorite voice?
Rain, wind, leaves?
2. How to write your favorite phonetic composition?
"Get up, baby, you're going to be late." I vaguely heard my mother's voice coming from outside the house in my dream. I rubbed my eyes, grabbed the alarm clock and looked intently. It is only six o'clock. My mother made me get up so early, and I can't let people live yet. I pulled the quilt, covered my head and fell asleep again.
"Come on, get up early for breakfast. What can I do without breakfast? " Over and over again, my mother's voice exploded in my ear. All right, I give up.
"Put on more clothes, it's cold outside." "No, it's too hot." I shouted impatiently. "Yesterday the weather forecast said it would cool down today. Put it on quickly. What if I have a cold? " "* * * *" I will not do it. "My son is lovely, and my mother will make you your favorite food. "My mother performed her magic. All right, I give up.
"Go to sleep, don't lie down and play games, it's not good for your eyes." "Go to sleep if you know." "I get angry if you don't sleep." I lost to you, mom.
Every day, I hear my mother's nagging voice, complaining voice, blaming voice and caring voice countless times. But how can you refuse this loving voice? Love you, mom.
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3. How to write your favorite voice for reference?
There are many voices in the world, such as the sound of the wind blowing the leaves, the sound of our market reciting the text, the sound of everyone singing together ... Among them, my favorite is the sound of the small alarm clock.
Early in the morning, the small alarm clock tinkled. I opened my tired eyes and was about to fall asleep. The small alarm clock tinkled again, as if to say, "Little master, get up and pack up quickly, or you will be late for school!" " I packed my bags and went to school. When I got to school, I picked up a pen for a while and a ruler for a while, which was slow. At this time, the small alarm clock rang again, as if to say, "Little master, write quickly, or you will study by yourself early." I'm going to finish my morning study.
When I went home to watch TV at noon, the small alarm clock rang again, as if to say, "Little master, eat quickly!" " Watching TV will make you nearsighted. "I slept for a while after dinner. Just like sleeping, the little alarm clock rang again, as if to say, "Little master, go to school quickly!" " "Yawning, while going to school, staring at the lack of painting.
When I got home in the afternoon, the small alarm clock rang again, as if to say, "Little master, do your homework quickly, or you will be punished tomorrow." I finished my homework. It's already eight o'clock. Just about to watch Super Soaked Eggs, the small alarm clock rang again, as if to say, "Little Master, go to sleep quickly, cheer up, and you can go to school tomorrow." So, I went to bed.
The small alarm clock can remind me that it is my best partner!
4. My favorite voice There are many voices I like, including the sound of a large group of small ants running and the sound of flowers blooming. Although these sounds are almost inaudible, as long as you listen attentively, you will certainly hear them.
Spring has come and birds are chirping in the branches. The puppy barks and the kitten meows.
Butterflies are flying in the air, and bees are buzzing on flowers to collect honey. How wonderful the sound of spring is! Summer is coming, it's raining cats and dogs, and father-in-law Lei is banging on the big drum. After the rain, the little frog croaked, and the cicada called "cicada, cicada" on the branch, as if to say, "The next rain is really cold."
In autumn, the leaves turn yellow and slowly fall down, and the feet trample on them and make a rustling sound. It's really good. The fruit is ripe, too. There are red persimmons like lanterns, delicious pomegranates and apples, all laughing in the branches.
In winter, snowflakes rustle. Children have snowball fights and make snowmen. How happy they are! My feet crunched when I stepped on the snow.
I like all kinds of sounds in the world, how rich and wonderful. Comments: Very well written! The full text is full of witty remarks and rich associations, which turns the world of sound into an interesting picture to show to readers and is thought-provoking.
The language is clean and pure, fresh and meaningful, like dew and grass leaves in the morning, emitting a faint fragrance that people can't put it down.
5. My favorite voice, my favorite voice.
Write scenery in 400 words in Grade Three.
Throughout the year, nature has different sounds, and my favorite is the sound of spring. Because spring is colorful and beautiful. In spring, all kinds of sounds are intertwined, like a happy symphony.
"Huhuhu, Huhuhu", Feng Chun's elder sister came up with light steps. She blew the peach blossoms red and the grass green. She gently blows the willow branches, as if playing with the strings.
"Boom, boom", Brother Chun Lei sounded his beloved drum set, and the drums burst, and even the little frog in the hole was awakened. He leaned out his little head and croaked the songs of spring.
"sasha vujacic, sasha vujacic", Sister Chunyu also joined in the fun. She jumped into the arms of Mother Earth happily and gave her a bath carefully. Grass has sprouted, trees have turned green, and all kinds of flowers are blooming with smiling faces.
"Hua, Hua", the river thawed, singing cheerful songs, all the way forward. The small fish in the river spits bubbles naughtily, and each bubble turns into a string of happy notes, accompanying the river and heading for the sea.
"Twitter", the swallow flew over the field, over the hillside, through the Woods and back again. They stood on the branches, singing happily, and some even danced.
"La la la la", the children are playing games happily in the park. They sang and danced, like happy elves, and spread the information of spring all over the earth.
How beautiful the symphony in spring is! Did you hear that?
6. My Favorite Voice "Composition for Grade Three" 30 My Favorite Voice I like the sound of the clear wind, because when the breeze blows over the treetops, I hear the small trees being blown loudly, as if singing a beautiful song.
I like the sound of the spring wind, because the spring wind blows away the flowers, and they are smiling and smiling sweetly. The spring breeze turned the grass green, and the grass grew lively.
My parents and I went to fly kites, and the wind blew them high. I like the sound of the summer wind, because the summer wind blows the willow branches green, like a little girl combing her long hair.
Xia Feng brought butterflies, which danced among the flowers. I went swimming with my mother. I think the summer wind also heats the sea.
I like the sound of autumn wind, because it ripens crops, leaves are golden and the sky is blue. I went to climb the mountain and saw gold everywhere. I think it's cool.
I like the sound of the winter wind, because the winter wind blows up snowflakes and the world becomes ice and snow. I had a snowball fight with my friends and made a snowman. I think winter is very cold, but it is very interesting. This is my favorite voice, the favorite voice of the four seasons.
7. How to write your favorite voice in the third grade composition of Chinese?
I like the sound of birds chirping and singing, and I like the sound of a group of birds gathering around to discuss.
I also like the chirping sound of birds when they are happy.
Because their voices are crisp and beautiful, just like our announcer, they sing beautiful and moving songs to us.
Every day when I enter school humming a tune, I hear birds chirping for me in the treetops. I also saw a bird singing solo, several birds performing poetry readings, and a group of birds talking about a very, very mysterious thing. They seem to like me very much and guide me into the elegant and chic campus. At that time, my mood was as relaxed as a bud coming out in the sun.
Whenever I come home from school, I can also hear the wonderful song of this bird. Sometimes it will fly to our windowsill and chirp as if to say, "study hard!" " "I think the crisp sound of birds is beautiful. In fact, the most pleasing thing is its melodious singing, which sounds like a singer singing a beautiful and moving song and a performer playing a melodious flute.
8. I like 355-word phonetic composition. I like the famous sentence of Du Fu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty: "Good rain knows the season, and spring happens. Sneak into the night with the wind and moisten things silently. " Because I like listening to the rain.
I like the sound of rain, because it is the spirit of nature. Whenever you come to this world, you are sure to hear a cheerful piece of music.
I like the sound of spring rain. When the spring rain "rustling sand" is sprinkled on the fields and in the hearts of the seeds, the seeds wake up, smile sweetly, stretch out and drill out of the ground. For a time, the earth was a new green. Sometimes when I go to school, it rains unconsciously in Mao Mao outside the window, and the air suddenly becomes humid; Sometimes, I walk on the path with an umbrella, and the light rain drops on my small umbrella, as if whispering to me.
I like the sound of rain in summer. Like a naughty child, it makes everything rattle. Sometimes, for fun, it invites thunder and lightning to play together. At this time, if you listen attentively, you will hear earth-shattering rock music, so the whole summer is full of vitality.
I like the sound of autumn rain. Autumn rains drift, orchards harvest, and golden fields bring people the joy of harvest.
I like the sound of rain, because it brings vitality and vigor to the earth.
9. My favorite voice composition (300 words) My favorite voice
I heard the chirping of birds, the rustling of leaves and the running of running water. . However, there is a voice that I never tire of hearing. It's 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 sound of "jingle bells" rings on my bike, I feel refreshed and full of energy. My bike shuttled freely on the sidewalk, arrived at school safely and returned home safely. Because it reminds: "Master, don't worry, I will be your bodyguard!" "
With the sound of "jingle bells", pedestrians are safe, I am safe, and my mother is at ease. I like you.-Jingle bells.
10. My favorite voice of composition in grade three. I don't know much about the situation of composition teaching in primary schools at present, but judging from the baton of composition in the college entrance examination, there should not be too many obstacles on the composition topic, giving students room for divergent thinking. My favorite sounds can come from nature, such as the singing of insects and birds, the flow of breeze, or the sound of raindrops hitting the glass; My favorite voice can come from someone, a fresh tune, an old nursery rhyme hummed by my grandmother, or my mother whispering softly in our ears before going to bed. Remember, students' compositions are not off topic, only off topic. In the explanation of the composition, what we have to do is to throw a brick to attract jade and give them some divergent inspiration.
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