Life is a return, not a forward ignorance and pursuit; The standard of happiness often lies in listening to your inner voice and returning to your inner pastoral. The following are five 800-word compositions I compiled for you about listening to that voice. I hope it helps you!
Listening to that voice, 1 is a quiet night, dotted with fireflies, guarding my inner peace. In that silence, my ears are full of melody again. ...
"When * * * cuts the candle at the west window, it talks about the rain at night." Yes, I heard you. Under the dim light, Li Shangyin is full of parting thoughts, all of which are integrated into the rain. Outside the window, the autumn rain is still falling quietly, spinning the ripples of dreams and bringing countless sorrows. The falling wood rustled and the rain was hazy. In the lonely rainy night, in the ticking rain, I was speechless and sleepless, alone until dawn. ...
"The wind is rustling in Shui Han, and the strong men are gone forever ..." Yes, I heard. On the banks of Xiao River, Jing Ke's white clothes are swaying with the wind, and tears are scattered with the wind. The sound of the building drifting away has become familiar and unfamiliar again and again. He knew that he would never come back this time-whether he succeeded or failed. He is gambling, but he is betting on the safety of millions of Chinese people in Qian Qian. He can't afford to lose! In the howling cold wind, the sound of horses and chariots faded away, and the sad song echoed in the sky for a long time-a thin and lonely figure of a chivalrous man disappeared from Xiao's side ...
"We are not happy-until the end of the day, we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? "Yes, I heard that. The string sound tells the infinite sadness in my heart, sighs and breaks, tears frost, and the night is shrouded in the cold wind. Who knows how much sadness Bai Juyi left in this desolate place? At that time, I was carrying a warm pillow, but now I am demoted to Xunyang and seriously ill. The string sound caused ripples. The moon is bright and the river is cold, and I wake up like a dream, but it is empty. ...
"Take a long breath and your tears will be hard to hide." Yes, I heard. Qu Yuan wandered by the Miluo River. Facing the endless river, the biting cold devoured his heart. When a patriot saw his country fall, his beloved people were displaced and his dreams were shattered. Death is undoubtedly a relief. Years of loyalty have brought war, suffering and humiliation, which is unforgettable! All this grief and indignation is endless in the surging river. Taking death as his ambition, he has no regrets ...
In the weeping words, I heard beautiful melancholy; In a series of melancholy sentences, I heard a kind of beauty; In meaningful words, I heard a kind of female perseverance. ...
Thoughts gallop in the boundless darkness, and history becomes no longer out of reach. On that distant edge, communicate with your heart. Calm down and listen to that voice.
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Listen, what sound lingers in my ear for a long time, as if ...-inscription.
I have lived in this place since I was a child. It is not a city, because it is remote and backed by mountains. Call it a mountain city for the time being.
The mountain city is not too poor, but it is far-fetched to say that it has money. Relying on a hill, the traffic is not very convenient, so the mountain city is in an awkward position in the surrounding small counties.
Some people say that every city has its own unique sound, just like the melodious piano sound is intoxicating, the agitation of drums is exciting, and the intermittent rain is touching ... I think, what should the sound of mountain cities look like?
In the early morning, the whole mountain city has not woken up, only a few swaying figures are scattered in the street. Birds stand on the branches and chirp from time to time. The weather is not like summer now, and the mist like yarn can still be seen in the morning. After a while, the hawking in the market became a little strong, and the people who went to work scattered around in a hurry. After a night's rest, the mountain city exudes a long-lost vitality. People will start a day's work against the rising sun, perhaps day after day, year after year, but their faces are always filled with happiness. I seem to hear the voice of the mountain city, disturbing this tranquility one after another, which coincides with the sage's thought: "Eat with water, bend with arms and pillows, and have fun!"
At night, the whole mountain city is about to fall asleep, and the people on the street leave in twos and threes, and their figures gradually drift into the night. Walking alone on the path in the mountain city, the breeze bursts, the leaves dance gently with the wind, and the rustling is low. Inadvertently, I saw the whole town become a mottled shadow, and there was a feeling of a scattered mountain city shrouded in night, which bred silence in dribs and drabs and revealed emotion in the ordinary.
It turns out that mountain cities can be so beautiful. It doesn't have the glitz of Shanghai, the noise of Chang 'an Avenue day and night, and the traffic of Wangfujing. It has only the tranquility and peace of Xanadu.
Continue to walk along the road, sometimes there are voices around, and sometimes it returns to silence. There is a breeze and leaves rustle, but my heart is quiet and there is no noise.
I never think the voice of the mountain city is quiet, as quiet as poetry.
The mountain city should be like this. The profound precipitation of Zhou Wenhua and the hustle and bustle of appearance reflect the inner concentration. For people living in mountain cities, it represents a kind of tranquility that transcends things.
I am glad that I was born and raised in the mountain city, listening to the harmonious and quiet music played by the mountain city all day, like the Pacific wind, washing my impetuous heart and rediscovering myself.
Listening to the sound of that mountain city made me understand that impetuous mind needs to be washed with peace.
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The breeze is blowing gently, and the leaves rustle, which reminds me of infinite memories, and my thoughts fly in an instant and freeze on that day. ...
On that day, time just entered the door of winter, with a slight chill, and I don't know why I was very upset. Simply throw away the pen and walk alone in the street.
The wind came at me with the coolness of autumn, and the coolness spread in my heart. It was futile to pull my collar and try to resist. Looking around, scattered people are flying, and it seems that I am the only one enjoying the bleak winter.
Buried in his head, he plans to pass as quickly as they do. But I don't know where it came from. I played it over and over again, which stimulated the eardrum a little. My legs searched for the sound and finally found the source of the sound at an intersection. A kind old man is touching the tip of the piano with his hand, playing intoxicated, and doesn't seem to notice my arrival at all At the end of the song, I saw him taking a break and preparing to play again, so I interrupted him and asked if I could listen to his performance. He didn't react until he was busy groping for the bench on the ground. He turned out to be blind, and then he motioned me to sit down with his hand. He still didn't say a word, so his respect for him increased a little. The old man began to fiddle with the piano, and the clear singing shook his heart bit by bit like running water. A ray of sunshine warmed me bit by bit, which seemed to be the sound of nature, as well as the crisp but clever beautiful singing of Shan Ye and the birds on the altar. The chill of winter still invades my defense, but I'm not cold anymore. Grandpa's performance made my inner generate warm and gave me warmth, and my heart slowly eased with his performance, becoming calm and losing the original anxiety. Yes, the old man is really blind and dumb. He has lost the only channel to communicate with others, but he still uses music to communicate with us. That kind of performance is the truest reflection of his heart, and his innocence is his truest voice. I'm all ears. At that moment, our hearts were connected, and I understood his voice. The old man was glad that he had my bosom friend.
Look up and look around, suddenly enlightened. Too many people try to express themselves in their own way. Although they can't convey their voice in the usual way, they still communicate with the world with their best voice. Indeed, they are fragile people, but who can deny that they are part of the world? So, let's put down our hurried steps, enjoy the scenery along the way, listen to their voices, be their bosom friends and make them feel gratified.
The bell ringing in my ear brought me back to my sight. Thank you, Grandpa. I will use your heart and a sensitive heart to listen to the voices left in the world and let their world bloom in spring!
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I don't know when the afterglow of the sunset will cover the whole field with a veil, and the wind will keep stroking my ears. Joel walked to the birch tree in the distance, and the leaves rustled. It seems to be telling the past. Once upon a time, by the Miluo River, you left the eternal swan song "Li Sao" with your unyielding soul. Once upon a time, by the Xunyang River, you played three or two strings on the spindle, awakening the dreams of countless people's already dried-up hearts.
The unyielding soul holds hibiscus. You are pacing by the Miluo River, but there is nowhere to spill the blood on your chest. Qu Yuan, why bother? You used to be a nobleman of Chu. Why are you in such a situation now? You ask yourself, why don't you let go? Of course you want to walk alone in the wind, but the sky above you is gray. You are not satisfied with this. You advocate political reform and unification with the Qin Dynasty. Who was slandered by traitors? Even if a person's patriotism is full of noble sentiments, he can't defeat a treacherous villain. You don't want to fall, so that day, you stirred the Miluo River with your soul! Go ahead and let your ideals and loyalty gallop with the roar of the water.
Sifu pipa
Xunyang River, maple leaf, national flower, Jingyuan, you hold the pipa and play the unhappiness in your heart. However, Lott, who saw the guests off, heard the news. Maybe it's because the same people are at the end of the world. However, your different ideas are taught by the same pipa. Your eyes are low, your hands are casual, your hands are light, your movements are slow, your voice is calm, and every sound and string seems to be telling the infinite pain buried in your heart. It is enough for you to complain about the ruthlessness of businessmen who value money over affection, the injustice of fate and the shortness of youth. Play it and use this pipa to express all your thoughts and unhappiness.
The call of fate
Beethoven, you were originally an elf wandering in the ocean of music, but your fate is unfair. At the age of 26, hearing gradually declines, and at the age of 40 or 50, hearing loss occurs. You know, deafness is the biggest punishment for piano players. However, the lonely life does not make you silent and shrink back. In this silent world, without external interference, you wrote the ninth symphony with your heart and passion. Every note is full of your cry for fate. It is these countless cries that make people who have lost confidence regain their confidence. How can we not hear these cries?
The wind is still blowing in my ears, but this time I heard the roar of Miluo River, the pipa by Xunyang River and the cry of Rhine River. I know that every note is made up of their souls and beliefs, but how can we not hear it?
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In life, we run for life, hear all kinds of voices we don't want to hear, and always complain. However, we forget that the voices we want to hear are everywhere, but we just don't listen carefully. Calm down and let's listen to the voices of love, gratitude and justice.
Listen, that's the voice of love. Hu Zhong and Xie Xiaojun took their three-year-old daughter to teach in the plateau. They gave up the rich life in the city and were willing to teach in poor areas. This is their love. Hu Zhong once said: "Without a teacher like me in Chengdu, there would be no influence; But for orphans in Tibetan areas, our arrival may change their fate. And said to people: "I will stay here to teach forever." "This is the voice of love. Their pursuit of life transcends ordinary people, but also shows their distinctive personality and realm, and sings a touching voice of love.
With love, there is also gratitude. Gratitude is a psychological activity that people feel grateful when they are loved by others. So, let's listen to the voice of gratitude. In 20__ _, Wenzhou people were completely awake on the day when the bullet train derailed. No matter whether they have money or not, Wenzhou people spontaneously come to the blood station to queue up. After 24 hours, Wenzhou blood station lost nearly 6.5438+0.4 million milliliters of plasma, and more than 654.38+0.700 people participated in blood donation. This is a cold night and the warmest one. Then, the rescued people all sent out "Wenzhou people, we don't know you, but we thank you." Sigh, this is the voice of gratitude. It is the most sincere and the most beautiful to make a heartfelt voice after being rescued.
"You are from Peking University. You can help the old man when he falls. If he slanders you, the law department of Peking University will provide you with legal aid. If he loses the lawsuit, Peking University will compensate you! " This is what President Wu of Peking University said in September 20__. Is to make a statement against being sued for helping the elderly. When morality is declining and society is becoming increasingly indifferent, some people use justice to prop up a warm blue sky. This is the voice of justice. It is this voice of justice that protects the rights of many people who have been wronged because of love; It is this voice of justice that scares those who are not grateful. The voice of justice was born to protect the voice of love and punish the voice of ingratitude.
Listen, the kind voice of love, the warm voice of gratitude and the brave voice of justice make our society better. Let's calm down and listen carefully to all kinds of voices. At this time, you will find that the notes represented by various sounds have been drawn into a musical score, forming a beautiful and moving song on the staff of society.