The composition of the Voice of Nature 1 fills our world, making us feel the least moved and embellishing our best time. Voice is a regular and powerful beating in the mother's body, a firm and sweet commitment between lovers, or perhaps it is just the crisp sound of turning the lock when going home; But these voices are the driving force of our life, which makes us feel at ease, calm us down and find the strength to start over.
In junior high school, because of the teacher's insistence, I joined the band. At first, my friends and I didn't have any sparks, but music allowed us to communicate; At that time, the deep and elegant movements and sometimes high-pitched marches were woven by us with a lot of sweat and tears. This is my nature. I always close my eyes and enjoy the tension and silence before the performance. Gradually, many colorful notes lingered around me, and I lost myself in the ever-changing melody.
Wind music is our voice, which shocks and encourages us, calms us and throbs us. I will never forget that mature song, that melodious melody. It seems to be engraved in my body, and with the rhythm of my heartbeat, it flows out of my body through my ever-changing fingering. This is what I interpret with my emotions, everything, my voice, my symphony of life and my nature.
Everyone has a voice that can touch him. That voice may come from parents, friends, lovers, or trivial things in life. This voice, let us find ourselves, find the throb in life, let us find a calm heart.
In life, those voices are indispensable, some of them are small but lovely, and some of them are exciting and make people cry. Those voices fill our world and make our life full of tiny touches.
The composition of the sound of nature 2 What is nature? The sweet comforting sounds of the students are the sounds of nature, the whispers between lovers, the loud cheers or the lullabies of mothers holding their children.
Song is power, the horn of battle and the spark of people's thoughts. Crisp and pleasant songs can capture people's hearts better. In the silent environment, soul music plays out, just like nature in the air. Students are carefree, put aside any troubles and enjoy the world without troubles. Music soothes my painful soul. Music restored my peace, firmness and happiness, my love and my wealth. Music, kissing the pure mouth, I buried my face in your honey-like hair, which is also a kind of nature.
When I was a child, I wandered in my father's arms. Every time I can't sleep, my father will sing, and my thoughts will be pulled away and I will fall asleep. One night, everyone fell asleep, and I was the only one who tried my best to make myself fall asleep. Suddenly, there came the sound of opening the door, and there was a deep and powerful loving voice: "Why don't you sleep so late?" Let me know that no matter how dark and quiet the night is, I will never be lonely, and there will always be someone with me. This passage belongs only to my voice of nature
Whatever it is, it can go to heaven. As long as you feel that nature is beautiful, it is a sound of nature. As long as you listen carefully to the voice of the world, you will find many beautiful things. Let's listen together!
"The Sound of Nature" Composer 3 In my dream, I was resting and a wonderful pastoral song sounded. I hurried through the beauty of freedom with my schoolbag on my back. That song is very nice. I only heard one sentence clearly, "Work hard before the angel comes."
I paused, nodded, and smiled with the customary 15 degree, feeling that an angel was coming.
Even if I deceive myself, I laugh.
Try hard before the angel comes.
In rebellion and indifference, our heart is still a sunflower.
I wonder if anyone has seen our loneliness.
If so, does anyone sympathize with us?
We are a group of ideal and happy children, and that strange and familiar song caresses our pale faces.
Sadness, like rain outside the window, can't stop. ...
Let me continue for you: work hard before the angel arrives, then thunder rumbles and raindrops fall, and the sunflower still looks up, only looking at the world and working hard for the dream. Some angels fly by, some angels whisper, and their songs are beautiful, like the sound of nature.
The sound world is so rich and charming!
"sasha vujacic, sasha vujacic." The spring rain girl came quietly with light steps. The grass stretched itself and stuck its head out of the hard soil. When the tree saw it, it hung a baby conceived in winter on a branch and danced happily to meet Miss Chunyu. Some flowers show graceful posture, and some bloom with the most beautiful smiling faces, which makes the spring rain fascinated. Birds spread the news in the air: "Spring is coming! Spring is coming! "
"Boom, boom." Father Ray, a famous tenor, came from afar. Uncle Lightning beat us to it. With a wave of his arm, a flash of lightning broke the peace of the world in an instant. Father Lei came to the orchard: the apple became big and red; Sydney turns yellow and brittle; Peaches become red and sweet. Father Lei came to the field: the tomato blushed with laughter; Rice bent with laughter; Sorghum stopped at the waist. When the farmer's uncle heard this, he said happily, "This year is really a bumper year!"
"Whoosh, whoosh." Xifeng sang and danced. Xifeng blew into Feng's heart and made Feng's baby red. Red is really cute. Xifeng came to the osmanthus tree and blew away the buds of the osmanthus tree. The smell is refreshing. Xifeng blew the dandelion away, and where the small parachute landed, it took root and sprouted.
"Ha ha ha, ha ha ha." The children's cheerful laughter echoed in the campus. A little girl is kicking a shuttlecock, and everyone else is exclaiming, "Oh, my God! It's almost 200. " On the runway, two children are racing. "Ha ha. I won! " "No, I won."
Wind, rain and thunder. The children's laughter flowed into my heart like a spring of spirit.
There are many kinds of sounds in nature, and if they are connected in series, they will become a wonderful piece of music. Listen to ... "sasha vujacic, sasha vujacic", so it's Miss Chunyu. Grandpa Dashu came out with his children and grandchildren. He said, "Miss Chun Yu, you can come. My children and grandchildren are finally getting thicker again. I am so happy! " The grass sticks its head out of the ground and says to Miss Chunyu, "Sister, I miss you. I often dream about you when I sleep at night! " "The flower girl slowly walked out of the land and said," Oh, I feel beautiful again after such a beauty sleep. "Spring rain, what do you say?" Miss Chun Yu smiled and continued to sing. The bird stood on Grandpa Dashu's shoulder, twittering and playing for Miss Chunyu.
"Boom, boom, boom" The famous tenor Master Lei came. How powerful his voice is. He's here for a field concert.
Sorghum blushed and wanted him to sing with Master Lei. The stream is accompanied by Master Lei; The waterfall sings with Master Lei; The spring is beating against Master Lei; Hold lanterns in the fluorescent fire to illuminate everyone. How harmonious all this is!
There are many sounds of nature. As long as you listen attentively, it will surely become a wonderful piece of music.
"The Voice of Nature" composed six melodious songs that floated across the vast grassland, warming the hearts of the audience like a ray of sunshine in winter. But the audience is not satisfied, and still stubbornly pursues the sound of nature that belongs to their own heart.
But what is the sound of nature? Where is it?
Some people trudge between famous mountains and rivers for the so-called most beautiful sound, and there seem to be travelers' footprints beside rivers and streams, but the hope is good and the result is often disappointing. They will never find the sound of nature in their minds.
In fact, I want to tell these pursuers not to look for it. It is already by your side, sowing the most beautiful seeds in your heart. Looking at your mother who works hard for you all day, will you have an epiphany?
Maybe you will shake your head!
Give you a pair of meticulous painting, and you will describe it in an orderly way, even more original and incisive than a master painter. However, if I give you a voice and a smile, will you realize its meaning?
Maybe you will shake your head! But at the moment you shook your head, did you remember anything?
Yes, this voice and smile is my mother's old face, and wrinkles have added one or two strokes to her vicissitudes. The loving eyes are absorbed in the children's hearts, and the emotions that arise spontaneously warm the children's souls. This is the most beautiful meticulous painting.
Travelers, stop! Mother's trembling voice is calling for your return. Stay and listen, your lonely heart will be comforted. Accompanying you is your mother's call!
Go home! Perhaps the road ahead is full of flowers, and there may be the sounds of nature that you expect, but no matter how attractive the flowers are, no matter how beautiful the music is, it is not as good as the mother's exhortation. We walk in the tenderness of our mother, and we grow up in her music.
Rain, which constitutes the sound of nature, gives people happiness: "Good rain knows the season, when spring comes." In spring, life is full of vigor and vitality. Rain is more perfect at this time. Look out through the screen window, look! How like cow hair! Oh, no, it looks silver again. Elves are weaving pictures obliquely in the air.
I walked down the street with an umbrella in my hand and listened carefully. The faint sound of rain fell on the ground, quite like classical music, but also like a tranquilizer to soothe the soul. Close your eyes and feel the sound, and you will find a kind of peace in your heart, and then all your desires are gone.
In this rain, you can read poems or words. Poetry is recited from your mouth, melted in the rain, melted in the world, and then infiltrated into your heart. This situation is also poetic.
The green leaves are bright and the green grass is pressing. In the evening, the street lamps on both sides of the road look so soft and hazy in the rain. A little yellow halo shone on the road through the rain curtain, and even the mud splashed on the ground softened a lot.
During the day, the city is bustling, the streets are bustling with people, the cries of vendors and rows of tall buildings. But now, it is gently patted by her mother's soft hand and slowly falls into a sweet dream. Only a few honking cars hurried by on the road.
What a quiet and peaceful night!
It's still raining and it's quiet all around. Cheerful raindrops are floating in the air, just like elves. "There is no confusion of ears, and there is no complicated work." Without worldly troubles, they laughed.
Walking in the rain, the beautiful raindrops are so cool; Walking in the rain, the world in the rain is so clear.
The Voice of Nature Composition 8 Do you know the Voice of Nature?
No singing, no poetry, just three simple words-thank you.
"Thank you", three words that can be said so easily, are so ups and downs in the hearts of listeners!
I've experienced it myself. On that occasion, I rode home with several companions. On the way, a classmate had a flat tire. Stopping at the roadside, she picked up her schoolbag and said, "Who can help me with it?" I was very happy and said, "I'll take it." She went to cheer up. After waiting for half a minute, she pushed the car to pick us up. I handed her my schoolbag. At this time, she accidentally popped out of her mouth: "Thank you, Mo Feifei!"
I was shocked. Do you need to thank me for such a trifle? We have been like this all our lives, but we have never seen another person say "thank you". Only she, only she, is so polite! I'm still surprised at why she is so polite. More than once, there are many similar things, and I simply can't count them.
Now, I finally understand, why? Because, because she has the voice of nature, she has a kind heart, she is innocent, there is no room for any sand in her heart, even if it is only three words, she can't owe others!
In fact, nature is not equal to these three words, it is equal to that beautiful heart, that kind and pure heart, so many times, the loudest, most beautiful and beautiful voice of nature is hidden around us.
I walked over and wiped the table. I dropped my eraser, picked it up and said "I'm sorry". This is the sound of nature. On the bus, there is only one seat left, saying "please sit down, grandma", which is the voice of nature; When a baby cries at birth, the doctor says "congratulations", which is also the sound of nature.
As long as you pay attention to those kind, lovely and compassionate people around you, you can find the sound of nature and the beautiful words that are simple but reveal the truth from them.
The sound of nature is the sound of nature, so charming and wonderful!
"sasha vujacic ...", "sasha vujacic ..." Miss Chun Yu came at a brisk pace. When the grass heard this, it had a big stretch and poked its head out of the soft soil. He took off his golden pajamas and put on a handsome green suit. When uncle heard this, he straightened up, shook his body and applauded Miss Chunyu. Xiaolei listened, held up the lovely flower bones, listened to Miss Chun's singing, appreciated her dance steps, and produced lovely and beautiful flowers.
"Boom ..." "Boom ..." My father-in-law Lei came to the orchard singing. He is really a famous tenor. You see, Lei Gonggong's powerful tenor has attracted many fans: Miss Mango holds her face and looks at her long-admired idol; Peach blushed and looked at her idol ... Lei Gonggong gave the order, "Hua! Hey! " It rained cats and dogs, giving the fruit trees a good bath.
"Huhuhu ..." "Huhuhu ..." Aunt Qiu Feng came to the vast field with a golden hat and a golden soft tulle skirt. She caressed the plant gently, just as a mother caressed a baby. Sorghum blushed and expressed its fiery passion; Cotton opens the "door" and shows its talents; Wheat bent down and invited Aunt Qiu Feng to dance. ...
"Ha ha ha ha ha ....." A silvery laugh came from the snow. Children are wrapped like zongzi, having snowball fights and making snowmen in the snow. Children shuttle in a white world, and everything in the world becomes so soft because of their laughter!
All kinds of voices in life, like a spiritual spring, slowly trickle into my heart!
The composition of the voice of nature 10 People have known how to love books since ancient times. "Read well, read well, read well" has always been a good training they have to listen to.
"A good memory is better than bad writing", which is really a good sentence. Even if a person has a good memory, he is human and will forget it, but the words you wrote will never be forgotten. It can help you keep it for tens of millions of years. It is for this reason that you have a good relationship with words and books. Maybe you don't love books, maybe you hate books, but you have to touch them.
Since books are indispensable, why not cherish them? Think about poor mountainous areas and disaster areas, where there is no shortage of books, but they got books by their own perseverance and efforts, entered schools or became talents themselves. Their books are hard to come by, while ours are a piece of cake. In contrast, why don't we cherish books and have the face to own such books?
This book is really great. "Reading a good book is like communicating with a noble person." The book is floating all over bookstores and campuses, so that everyone who smells it will be noble, smooth and beautiful. At first glance, he knows that he is different and his temperament can be vividly distributed. In that case, why don't we let its fragrance spread all over the world? In that case, everyone loves books and everyone is noble. That is the real civilized society!
A book is like a cup of coffee, which needs to be tasted slowly. Do you think it is sweet or bitter? It's called bitter because your sugar is not in place and your taste is not up to date. At this time, we should try our best to improve our appreciation and reading ability. Don't make yourself unbearable, but spit out a big swallow. Therefore, we should also learn from easy to difficult, bite by bite.
Gorky said that "books are the ladder of human progress". Our study is also like a part of the Long March. If we don't work harder, we will fall behind. I'm afraid it's too late to chase after you when you get there!
Although this book is good, there are some misunderstandings. Even if you change direction in front of the abyss, it will be beyond redemption and shattered.
I hate books that are used. I hope all of us will cherish the wonderful time, walk into this fragrant and scholarly country, taste sweet coffee and walk to the end of the Long March.