The world we live in is a mixture of all kinds of sounds, including the cycle of all natural things, the color, fragrance and bitterness of life, and the deep human feelings in the traditional secular alleys.
The voice of nature-the smell of rain.
Rain is my favorite. Listen to the sound of rain-hissing, it's raining in Mao Mao, my favorite kind. Another is to "rush" the heavy rain. When I was a child, I often rode my bike alone and enjoyed the touch of drizzle. The weather is cool and a little slippery. There is always some rain that slips into my mouth and flows into my heart. Well, it is sweet. Or walk slowly on the bumpy dirt road, or wander on the straight road. Rain is not short of spectators, but not many people are good at listening to the sound of rain. Listening to the Rain is Jie Jiang's youthful pride from the balcony listening to the rain in his youth to boating listening to the rain in his prime in his middle age. Listening to the sound of rain is like hearing the overture of life, always flowing in the rain.
The voice of life-the taste of the tip of the tongue
The potato beef soup was stewed to a dull glug sound. The sizzling sound of barbecue sauce on fried meat. The crackle of fried dough sticks in the oil pan. The rustle of fried rice, shrimp and eggs in the pot. The sound of sweet wine pouring into a cup. These sounds have been heard for a long time, and people can't help but turn over. The sound has a taste. Anyone who has fried things knows that when hot oil meets water, there will be a loud and lively "salad". For example, when you stand up and listen to the kitchen frying pork, the sound of the knife hitting the chopping block is always not enough; There must be a "sand" sound, that is, the meat slices are fried in the pot, and after frying, the world will be fragrant with bean paste! You are about to smell the fragrance through the house and the door-in short, the sound of "salad" is the most exciting. The kitchen symphony, day after day, is the smell recorded in the rings of my life, the smell of food, the smell of mother and the smell of warmth. Whenever I travel far away from home, I will think of this sound and suddenly realize that it is the smell of home!
The voice of old Beijing-the taste of human feelings
When I was a child, I never stopped in the alley from morning till night, regardless of the wind and rain all year round.
Breakfast sellers in the early morning: rice porridge, fried fruit. Then there are vegetable sellers and flower sellers. They pay attention to singing all the goods on the pickaxe and attract customers with good voices. It's even more lively during the day, just like taking apart the department store and the repair industry and showing it in front of your house. Beijing at that time was much colder than it is now. Nose and tears always freeze into ice at school. As long as you have change in your pocket, you must buy a piece when you hear "baked sweet potato is really spicy" You can put hot sweet potatoes in your sleeves to keep warm along the way, and you can take them out to chew at school. Now there are fewer and fewer quadrangles in Beijing, and people who move into high-rise old streets always feel that there are fewer voices in their lives. From time to time, I will think of my childhood crying, and find three or five good friends in the crying to share those snacks that look rough now, which is the best sweetness in my past memory.
The sounds of nature, life and memories are constantly converging and merging, forming the most touching notes, the most beautiful symphony of life and the most complicated and wonderful sound sea in the long river of life.
Please give me an 800-word senior high school composition entitled "The Taste of Sound". Thank you for being sad about the setbacks and setbacks these days, but showing a happy sense of self-confidence and talking to an old man. It's just that although the little girl's eyes lost their luster, two lines of warm tears quietly rolled down and the wonderful piano sound rang again. I was just about to hold my breath and play, when the piano suddenly stopped. A childish voice came into my ear: "Grandpa, I'm tired. Playing the piano is really fun, although I can't see it. That wonderful piano sound seems far away, smiles send us light, you play beautifully. I see how flexible your fingers are, just like dancing on those keys, but like a clear spring washing away the dirt of the soul for everyone passing by: "Yes. My steps forward have become firm.
The sound of the piano is still hovering on the path in the pale twilight. Everything in the world seems to be intoxicated in this frozen but very short-lived Miri, Malaysia, and all voices are stopped.
I dragged a long shadow and walked on the quiet ancient road, and the smell of thousands of thoughts and sounds rolled in my heart.
A red sun sets in the west. My thoughts gradually merged with this clever and wonderful piano sound, and I felt detached from the world of mortals, "concentrating on relaxation and blending with everything"!
The sunset released the last ray of afterglow and painted the lonely orange all over the sky. Under the setting sun, the amorous feelings of the ancient road in Cang Sang are blurred, which once again moved me inexplicably. "My heart suddenly like an electric shock. She is blind! The old man sitting there is deaf! My heart was deeply moved again. The ancient road echoed with the laughter and touching piano sounds of the grandparents and grandchildren. It was very quiet, wasn't it? "
An ancient voice. These tears are sweet.
I followed the trace of sound. Suddenly, a melodious piano sound mixed with a gentle breeze gently reached my ear and washed away the tired dust. This melodious piano sound is coming from the inside, and many question marks have been raised in my mind. Really ... Really ... I quietly saw a seven-or eight-year-old girl gesticulating with her hand through the dusty glass window, which was out of reach and seemed close, because on this dark night, before I came to a shabby hut, the moving piano sound was a beacon for me to move forward and filled my ears. I stopped and let this string of smart jumping notes slip through my heart and dance happily, but I can also feel it with my heart. At the moment I turned away.
3. Writing: I heard the sound of the title. Eight hundred words have such a sound. It comes from the heroic running of the river, the shock of the Gobi wind, the magnificence of volcanic eruption, but from the singers singing in the mountains and rivers. The phrase "Going out with a smile is a wormwood in my generation" has awakened many people's fighting spirit; It comes from pedestrians who are breaking the waves. "One day, I will ride the wind and waves, and set my cloudy sail straight and bridge the deep, deep sea" has told many people to summon up confidence and go forward bravely; Yes, Li Bai is so wild and confident. He once told Gao Lishi to take off his boots, let the imperial concubine pour wine, and let my uncle learn ink. His poems are so bold and every sentence is so powerful. His voice taught me to be confident and strong. There is such a voice, which is the ambiguous first chapter from a hungry baby. It is the warmest language from a teenager. This is a run away from home. It gives the human eardrum the warmest vibration. It makes a woman perfect from now on. It fills the world with warmth and sunshine. Its name is mom, yes, mom, the person we trusted most when we were studying. She gave us not only life, but also kindness that we can't repay all our lives. All we can do is call her mother one by one, and she will do everything for me willingly, even her life. This weak but powerful voice taught me to be grateful. There is this voice, which may come from strangers and partners from childhood. It tells me that we are transparent to each other. It tells me that we know ourselves in the sea and that heaven is still our neighborhood. Yes, this voice comes from our most trusted friends. In this world, parents will leave us one day and children will fly away one day. Friends give us encouragement when we are confused, cheer us up when we are confused, and remind us when we are proud. Yes, friends walk together all their lives, and in a series of deep and shallow footprints we have walked through, there are friendly echoes from friends. This kind of voice has taught me to always keep my direction on the road of life and given me encouragement and support all my life. On the road of my life, there are long grass warblers flying. There have been all kinds of beautiful scenery, but they will leave me one day, and it is these voices that accompany me all my life. They always surround my ears and tell me how to go in life. A breeze blew, and I gradually lost consciousness. When I woke up, I was in a secret room full of cutting-edge technology and equipment. I was wondering when suddenly there came a voice that seemed a little dull behind me: "Dear 2 1 century human!" Welcome to 3 1 century. "I turned around in horror and a man in a silver coat stood in front of me. I feel dizzy and nervous as never before. At this time, the strange voice sounded again: "Don't be afraid, we invited you here to learn about the environmental protection in the 2 1 century, and it won't hurt you. "I'm even more confused:" the man shook his silvery white "big head" and said sadly, "You will understand after watching today's auction." I followed him through a dark tunnel and came to a magnificent hall. I saw an auctioneer hosting an auction called "The Last Nature". He carefully held out a shiny flowerpot, then took out a bud from the flowerpot and said. Starting price 1 10,000. "The words sound just fell and the asking price broke out. After ten rounds of bidding, this little bud actually sold for 20 million yuan. After the auction, there was the last bottle of natural water on the earth, and people rushed to ask for the price. That scene is no less than the pursuit of international superstars by die-hard fans. Everyone is afraid that this "treasure" will be taken away and the price will exceed "100 million", but the scene is still hot. Deeply moved by the auctioneer, he slowly put down the natural water in his hand and said excitedly, "Why not put it in a museum and let the world enjoy it!" Finally, the expert held up an empty jar and said, "This is the last jar of pollution-free air in the world. "People in the audience are more excited. The expert said slowly, "this is priceless, only for visiting!" "I sadly withdrew from the auction hall, and my thoughts were myriad. Is this my future? " Look! This is the nature of 3004. Can you tell me about your magic weapon for environmental protection? "That voice is in my ear again." This ... I ... "I find it hard to say." People's awareness of environmental protection has been improved in 2 1 century ... "I blushed when I said it, and the more I said it, the more I felt ashamed. Yes, if we don't cherish everything around us now, by our next generation, or the next generation, natural things may become rare in the auction of history. Kukanai.
4. Write a composition on the topic of "voice", with a self-made topic of no less than 600 words: [I love the voice of the four seasons]. Listen, everyone, how wonderful the sounds of the four seasons are!
Spring girl brings beauty and warmth. The earth woke up, and the grass stuck its sharp head out of the ground, which was green. Flowers bloom and fall, and the fragrance is fragrant. Listen, the birds are singing beautiful songs happily on the branches. "Twitter, Twitter ..." The little frog in the field croaked as if to say, "Guys, get up!" A gust of wind blew and the leaves rustled, as if many sisters were singing and dancing!
Sister Xia wears tulle to bring cool air. We sat in the yard and enjoyed the beautiful summer night. Listen! Crickets in the grass are hissing! The cicadas shouted at the top of their lungs, without showing weakness, as if to say, "I'm so hot!" " How hot it is! "
In a blink of an eye, Aunt Qiu didn't know when she came to earth. Branches and leaves clucked and danced in the air like butterflies. The children ran happily on the ground and accidentally picked up a small leaf to make a small windmill, which was "whirring" by the autumn wind. Look how excited they are.
Grandpa Dong also came quietly, bringing a cold wind. Snow like goose feathers fell from the sky and fell to the ground. The ground is white and the house is white. We children are not afraid of the cold, so we put on our hats and gloves and go to the flat roof to make a snowman. Little feet crunched on the snow. The children's laughter echoed in the air with the cold wind ...
Ah! I like the four seasons, and I like their sounds even more! I hope I can help you! Hope to adopt, thank you! ~
5. What are the sounds of the phonetic composition topic?
Listen to the wind, the magic fashion upstairs is changing seasons.
The wind is like a child, sometimes naughty, sometimes clever, sometimes cute; The wind is like coffee, sometimes bitter and sometimes sweet; The wind is like a June day, and it changes as you say. Sometimes there is a strong wind, sometimes there is a breeze.
Wind is romantic. "People don't know where to go, but peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze." In the wind, there is a touching story, a deep heart, floating in the wind; "The south wind blows my heart and blows my face to Xizhou." In bitterness, there is a lingering concern.
The wind is magical. "The spring breeze is green in Jiang Nanan. When will the bright moon shine on me?" Wind is a painter; "The spring breeze is too busy, and he is a layman with long lace." The wind is the gardener
The wind is tragic. "The wind is rustling and the water is cold, and the strong man is gone forever." The cold wind by Yishui has lasted for thousands of years, setting off the distant back, how spectacular; "The autumn wind is bleak, and the flood slopes are rushing." Autumn is full of Jieshi Mountain, and the autumn wind is whistling, just like the sound of a roaring beast, which is creepy. A tall figure and a burning heart, with the sea, issued a solemn oath, how tragic.
The wind is persistent. "There is only a mirror lake in front of the door, and the spring breeze does not change the old waves." Spring breeze is still blowing the calm lake water. Things have changed. I left my hometown when I was young and didn't return to my hometown until my temples were gray. Everything is brand new. Only the clear water in front of Jinghu Lake is still swaying as in the past under the spring breeze.
Of course, the most intoxicating thing is the spring breeze. "The spring breeze is proud of horseshoe disease, and you can see Chang 'an flowers in one day. "How chic!" Spring breeze is green Jiang Nanan, when will the bright moon shine on me? "Spring breeze is a magical magician. Blowing willow green, peach red, covered with grass cream.
Listen, the sound of the wind blowing again. It brushed my cheek and blew into my heart. It's so comfortable ...
6. The topic of the composition is how to write such a voice with such a voice. "Writing guidance composition topic Read the following materials and write as required.
There is such a voice, which will make you feel that it is a gentle call in your ear and the voice is very low; There is such a voice that can arouse your conscience and responsibility in the depths of your soul without unnecessary skills; There is such a voice that will get rid of your fatigue and bring you back to the past memories; There is such a voice, which will bring you a shock and move your heart. Please write an article on the topic "There is such a voice".
Requirements: ① Apart from poetry, the style is optional, the title is self-made and the concept is self-defined, with no less than 800 words. ② Copy is not allowed. ③ The handwriting is standard and neat. "Existence" in the exam means objective existence; "So" is an emphasis, but it specifically refers to; "One category" emphasizes quantity; "Sound" is the main body of the article description, narration and discussion, which can refer to natural sounds, such as wind, underwater sound, birdsong, etc. It can also refer to the sounds in life, such as car sound, music sound and human voice; It can also refer to the sound without sound.
The material tells us in the form of parallelism that different voices have different effects on us. There is such a voice, telling love, responsibility, conscience ... and when you hear such a voice, it will enrich your emotions, purify your soul and enhance your realm ... "Style choice" provides more free expression space in the form of expression.
If you write prose (including narrative), you can describe your own experience of listening to a certain sound, describe the sound in detail, and then write out your unique experience and feelings after listening to it. You can also express your feelings while describing it, and the feelings should be true. If you write an argumentative essay, you must first establish how your argument is unfolded, so that you can clearly show your point of view. The subject will demonstrate the meaning and value of this voice and avoid empty comments.
Conceive (1) the voice of nature. 1. The tinkling sound of raindrops beating on the slate makes people immersed in the beautiful artistic conception of "the drizzle in the sky is crisp" and the tragic artistic conception of "lying at night listening to the wind and rain", thus making people wash away the filth of the mind and sublimate their thoughts.
2. The waves of the Yellow River are rolling, and the sound of majestic mountains and rivers hitting the banks makes people feel the grandeur of the struggle. 3. The sounds of spring, such as melting ice and snow, whispering swallows, buzzing bees, jointing wheat and sprouting grass, inform people that the plan of the year lies in spring, and don't miss a good time.
(2) the voice of the family. 1. My parents' sighs will always whip me.
Parents' footsteps exude deep affection. 3. Parents' persuasion is continuous, accompanied by heavy care.
(3) the voice of the campus. 1. The teacher's wonderful explanation and cadence in class made me unforgettable all my life, and also made me realize the professionalism of the teacher, "Spring silkworms die, night candles burn their wick".
The teacher's persuasive criticism and teaching moisten me like rain and dew. My special function is to know people by listening to sounds.
Judging the owner of the voice by walking and talking shows the harmony and mellow beauty of friendship. 4. Sleep with classmates.
Students always wear green clothes and talk in their sleep during military training. This makes me feel that my classmates are very self-disciplined and active in life.
5. campaign speech. The campaign speech of the class Committee fully demonstrated the youthful style and distinctive personality of peers.
6. annoying * *. * * * rang and the teacher came on stage; * * * a fall, overload homework rolling in.
This is a manifestation of the tense and monotonous school life. (4) the voice of society.
1. Singing: Listening to the feeling of a big tree. I hope I can be like a tree, and be a person who holds his head high in the wind and rain, refuses to accept the pressure of ice and snow, has a blue sky and hides affectionate fertile soil.
2. Shout: The sound of the audience cheering for the athletes on the field makes my blood boil and inspires me to forge ahead. Write about Lu Xun, the national spirit.
3. Local accent: homesickness, patriotism, and unity among wanderers. 4. Voice of Nature: Write about environmental protection.
5. Writing about war and peace. 6. The voice of the festival: the feeling of writing traditional festivals.
I haven't been home for a long time. I miss the people in my hometown, the trees in my hometown, and the gurgling sound of the river that fascinates me. The car is running fast, and my light heart is like a wisp of smoke, floating out of the window and flying to the shady river.
Looking at my dull appearance, my mother gave me a gentle push before she took me back from the river. I said, "When I saw this river, I thought of the river in my hometown." Mom said, "Forget it, go home and see for yourself!" " "Put down the bag, put down the fatigue, I ran to the river.
Xiaohe, I'm back. The first thing you see is rows of tall Metasequoia glyptostroboides, which seem to be the guardians of the river and protect it from the noise of the world.
Closer, I heard the gurgling sound of running water, clear and beautiful, like a master musician playing a moving tune, and everything in the world was infected by this sound, so listen to the sound of nature quietly; Like a newborn baby babbling, this kind of voice is the most primitive and pure, and it can move people's hearts most. When you get closer, you will see that the river is crystal clear, the water plants are rich and the fish are playing.
Pick up a piece of gravel, throw it out, jump happily on the water, once or twice ... simply take off your coat and jump into the water. I don't know if the water temperature is right, but I feel refreshed at once. I swam back and forth in the water for three or four times, washing away the dust, fatigue and everything in school. Go out of the river and lie on the grass on the shore. Let the wind mixed with the smell of seaweed blow your chest and blow away all the water.
Taking the earth as the seat and the white clouds as the quilt, working at sunrise and returning at sunset, how can the noisy world on weekdays be compared with such a quiet life? Now people are used to the shouts in the street, the sounds of various advertisements on TV and the sounds of various pop music. A few people are willing to travel across mountains and rivers to listen to the deep and hoarse sound of running water and taste the original natural sound. Under the impact of modern civilization, people have to make all kinds of efforts for their own survival, even at the expense of their whole youth to seek knowledge and earn money, and social competition is becoming more and more fierce. How many people leave their hearts here as a haven for souls?
May every beating heart have its own safe haven. I love my hometown alone.
7. Composition topic "When I was a child, I lived under a tile house. Whenever it rained, I could hear the intermittent and piercing sound of rain. When I grow up, I live in a reinforced concrete forest, but I can't hear the piercing rain. It seems that my life lacks a lot of aura. Without something that can make people feel soft and powerless, my heart began to desert slowly. So I miss the rain in that tile house. The rain is weak. You can't knock the heavy reinforced concrete building, but the tile house is different. Raindrops fell on it, tinkling and making a pleasant sound. The people in the hut are blessed to be close to nature in the rain. When it rains suddenly, the sound is impassioned, such as Ma Benteng; The sound of the rain has slowed down, and the sound has faded down, gently infiltrating into your heart, like a breeze in your ear in warm spring. Tiles seem to be specially designed for rain. When they are played dutifully, people will feel endless affection in their hearts. People like to sit quietly and listen to the rain when their hearts are full of nostalgia and gratitude. The old man has the ambition of "lying at night listening to the wind and rain, dreaming of an iron horse glacier", while the dying beauty has the bitterness of "like raindrops shining yellow leaves, lights shining on my bald head"; Acacia lovers have the feeling that "the phoenix tree is raining and will drop at dusk"; Affectionate poets have the daydream that "the small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the bright lane sells apricot flowers". The sound of rain has become an angel for people to decorate their feelings and place their wishes. In their spare time, they are lucky enough to go back to the place where they once listened to the rain. It was a light rain that day, and I heard the familiar and unfamiliar sound of rain. In the mist, the sound of rain reveals a strange mood that I haven't communicated for a long time. It refused me thousands of miles away. Show me. However, I can feel the breath of its existence from the deepest part of consciousness. There is a sense of carefree waking from a dream and a sense of vicissitudes after confusion. Oh, what I met in the rain was myself who had left time and space. It told me everything before. I hesitated. I asked myself, who am I? Still the old me? There is a saying: "Young people listen to the rain on the balcony, and the red candle is faint. In the prime of life, listening to the boat and the rain, the river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind. Now they are listening to the rain monk's house. The stars are already on their temples. "Different life situations have different feelings about listening to the rain. However, listening to the rain is all about listening to the dialogue of the soul, listening to the true feelings, listening to the gurgling sound of the years and the sound of rain. Only when the soul can breathe can life continue. The rain is still ringing, just like my real heartbeat ... the red sun is setting and the lonely oranges are painting all over the sky. At sunset, the ancient road in Cang Sang is full of blurred customs, which makes it extraordinarily quiet. Everything in the world seems to be intoxicated in this frozen but very short-lived Miri, Malaysia, and all the voices have stopped. I am dragging a long shadow, walking on a quiet ancient road, and my thoughts are rolling. I feel sorry for the setbacks and frustrations of the past few days. Suddenly, a melodious piano sound mixed with a gentle breeze gently reached my ears. The wonderful sound of the piano seems far away, unattainable and close, which fills my ears. I stopped and let this string of smart jumping notes gently slide through my heart and dance happily. The sound of the piano is still swirling on the path in the twilight, but it is like a clear spring that washes away the dirt of the soul for everyone passing by. Wash away the tired dust. My thoughts gradually merged with this clever and wonderful piano sound, and I felt beyond the world of mortals. I followed the trace of the sound and came to a shabby hut. This melodious piano sound is coming from inside. I was about to hold my breath and enjoy the music when the piano suddenly stopped. A childish voice came into my ears.