1. Listening to the Sound of Falling Leaves Composition
Who is the first to enter autumn and winter? It’s a tree, it’s the leaves on the tree! A life that grows in the wind and withers in the wind.
You are walking in the wind, walking on a road where not many people pay attention to you. The distance from the branches to the earth is very short, but you use up your last strength. Your goal is to return to your roots. , the wind always makes you deviate from the established direction. If you could fall to the pond that was once full of lotus flowers, and lie there side by side like the two young people, recalling over and over again the romance and immortality you experienced in the green world... I am in loneliness Open the window and listen to the sound of falling leaves, so reluctant to leave the branches, hovering in the wind again and again and then slowly falling, like an old man who has had a stroke, making an inexplicable sound before passing away. Sigh, gently, as if with a smile that is hard to detect; like a small piece of sunshine that has been treasured for a long time, shining in the wind again and again, that faint light is enough to illuminate a person's heart world.
On this winter day when I can’t leave the house, I lie in a lonely corner like a fallen leaf. If I don’t open the doors and windows, even the wind can’t blow on me. Not only can I hear The sound of falling leaves, and you can also see the last light of the fallen leaves. Winter is a peaceful season. The greetings from friends warm me like lights. It is snowing in the distance and laughing in the distance. Only you, a small fallen leaf, sways past my window like a petite figure. Your love shines in a light that makes people cry.
Why didn’t you cherish those young days, those days of singing in the wind on the branches? After being silent, I had to reminisce, like a bare tree, missing the falling leaves. Everything that is irreversible is fate! This is all we can do to comfort ourselves.
A few years later, when I was burned down like a fallen leaf, leaving only a jar of ashes, the smoke surrounding me disappeared, and the world, like a railroad track, still moved forward so straight and firmly! Like the leaves falling, the tree is still growing. You have your life and I have my world. Once we are separated, it suddenly becomes so strange again.
Trees can regrow leaves, but fallen leaves can never return to the tree. Is heaven on the tree? No matter how many winds, frosts, rains, snows, how many lightnings and thunders, how many unexpected blows may fall on you.
A red leaf, like a red glove on the cliffs of Xiangshan Mountain and Shennongjia, firmly captures my memory. Caught in the Bible, it may be the palm of God. With a wave of His hand, it may change a person's destiny. During these times, I kept reading the Bible, looking forward to a new beginning in my life.
Leaves grow and fall because of the wind, men prosper and fail because of women. There is no leaf that is not weathered by wind and rain, even the leaves outside the church are the same. It does not necessarily have enough sunlight.
The wounds in my soul were caused by women, and I may need women to heal them. Is it just that men are trees and women are leaves? Or do we say that women are trees and men are leaves? No metaphor in this world is appropriate.
Trees understand the true meaning of life when leaves fall and return to their roots better than we do. Winter trees, in the sunny dusk, are so peaceful, peaceful, and relaxed, and the fallen leaves do not show any sadness. They are dependent on the roots of the trees and appear so detached, without seeking, and without desires. This It seemed like a vivid dream that I had been having for many years.
The dark night is brought by the wind, do you believe it? In fact, the entire night is just the fallen leaves of the sun. The sound of stars lighting up lights spread across the earth. We walked hand in hand until dawn, and saw the wind blowing the sunshine to us again. But we didn't expect that this short breakup would turn out to be a long separation, just like leaves leaving the branches, and then leaving again. I can’t return to the embrace of the tree! In front of a pile of fallen leaves, I can only feel ashamed. They can only sigh when they experience pain, and they still need people to listen carefully; but we are always telling and telling... After so many years, the fallen leaves that night are like moonlight. Covering all my memories, it will never rot. As long as there is a gust of wind, it will still slowly rise for me... Sometimes, I feel that I am as lonely and helpless as a fallen leaf, letting a secret flame burn me. , If only I am burnt, that's all, I'm afraid it will cause a forest fire... [3] No one will lose the forest because of fallen leaves! Can you choose which tree the leaves grow on? No amount of fallen leaves can make a mountain, and no amount of longing can achieve love.
The fallen leaves always want to return to the tree after leaving the branches. Is that a kind of entanglement? A tree needs leaves to grow up, and a tree needs leaves to be beautiful. It only relies on batches of different leaves to maintain its beautiful life, not to mention that there are never two identical leaves on a tree. leaves. People only see the trees and rarely pay attention to the leaves, let alone the low sighs of the fallen leaves... A little spark, just a little spark, can cause a disaster. The sound of fire is the last sound of leaves saying goodbye. Who can hear it? ? There are only carpenters in this world, not leaf makers, and I was the child who picked up fallen leaves.
Whenever I come to a forest, I see only fallen leaves but no trees.
At that time, poverty could pick up fallen leaves and also pick up warmth.
Walking into the deserted woods, I felt that every fallen leaf was a mouth, constantly telling me that every life exists because of other lives. In the face of fallen leaves, what more can we ask for in life? Just like it is a kind of happiness for me to escape death after experiencing a car accident. The only thing to do is to cherish our lives and cherish our feelings... My desk There are always two beautiful seashells, which are fallen leaves from the sea. As long as the window is opened and the wind blows, there will be a beautiful sound, like the constant surging of the tide of the sea.
I feel happy when I go to bed today and wake up tomorrow. We should thank God, we should not ask for too much, watch from a distance, and pray silently... I am full of blood now The pain you suffer is all caused by yourself, so what reason is there to blame others? Just like a leaf falling from a tree, no matter how hard it falls, you still have to bear your own pain. If I can escape from death, I can be born from pain.
Under the guidance of God, I was awakened by a fallen leaf. When I stood up with a cane and an injured leg, the kind of life where I couldn’t go out, didn’t take a second step, and just shut myself up and think about life. It's almost over, all the no's in life. 2. Listen to the sound of falling leaves composition
Homework, homework! For the homework assigned by the master, the apprentice submits it directly without writing a draft.
Hey guys, the short novel is here. It’s late autumn again, in another place.
Nothing seems to have changed. The only thing that has changed is that the person has changed. He, he has left this place. The rolling world of mortals, what has passed away, can it really never come back? ——The inscription is the same time and the same place.
Different people, my thoughts pulled me to that autumn last year. "Huihui, remember.
Wherever there are maple leaves, I will be by your side."
"I understand, grandpa. Maple leaves are just like you. < /p>
Wherever there are maple leaves, there is you. "Grandpa's favorite thing is maple leaves. He often sits alone in the woods and listens to the sound of falling leaves.
Now that my grandpa is far away from me, I still remember the last autumn of his life. I accompanied my grandpa to the woods to see the maple leaves.
Grandpa said to me: "Huihui, I know that the disease I have is never curable. When the day comes, if I really leave this world, you have to be good and strong. Live on. Grandpa will turn into a maple leaf forever..." "Grandpa, don't say it. Grandpa always loves Huihui the most, doesn't he?
Grandpa's illness. It will be cured. Grandpa will always be with Huihui. Okay? "Huihui, you have grown up. It's time for you to have your own life." I may have been with you all this time, but sooner or later you have to learn to fly by yourself, okay.
Huihui, it’s dark now, we should go home.” “Well, Grandpa” But, once. When you get home, you say you are tired.
You want to sleep. But why did you never wake up from this sleep? You fell asleep and fell asleep peacefully in the company of maple leaves.
Grandpa, are you really so cruel that you don’t want Huihui? Grandpa, have you turned into a maple leaf and are accompanying Huihui? Grandpa, sooner or later, you will come to take care of Huihui again, and make the sound of falling leaves with Huihui, right? .
3. Composition "Listen to the Voice of Autumn" 159 words
Listen to the Voice of Autumn Autumn is coming gently. With brisk steps, he came to the fields, among the woods... a gust of autumn wind blew. It has turned the whole world yellow. I was walking in the forest, occasionally looking up, and saw a few leaves with the breath of autumn falling down. I stretched out my hand to pick one up, and was surprised: How could it be so red? ? The red color of the leaves is this kind of red, as red as fire, hot and hot. Even in autumn, it still exudes a vitality, which is different from the tender green of spring and the full green of summer. It is so red! It fits the saying "Maple leaves are as red as February flowers"! It turns out that autumn is fiery red! The fields were filled with the laughter and laughter of children playing, and I followed the sound. A piece of golden color caught my eyes, and I seemed to feel that this was a golden world. When I came to the fields, I wrote about the fragrance of rice. In the fields, I saw The happy smiling face of the farmer uncle during the harvest! It turns out that autumn is golden! Keep walking, keep looking. Before I knew it, I came to the orchard. Look! Persimmons bent the branches, yellow pears, red apples... each fruit tree made me feel the joy of harvest. It turns out that autumn is a season of joy. Suddenly, it started to rain. I found a shelter from the rain. It's a good place, sit down and enjoy it slowly. The drops of autumn rain nourish my heart. Occasionally, a few raindrops float into my clothes. It's so cool! Autumn rain is different from winter rain. It is cool and comfortable. The autumn rain is misty, and all the scenery is blended into this hazy autumn rain! After a while, the sky cleared after the rain, and a gust of wind blew over, ah! It is the autumn wind, it is this autumn wind that dyes the fields yellow and the woods red... He seems to have a magical brush, Yang Na colors, to decorate autumn. Autumn, how poetic and picturesque! Autumn is such a good season. I slowly closed my eyes and enjoyed the cool breeze of autumn. I gradually became intoxicated in it... --------------- Listen to the sound of autumn. The autumn rain is falling. With dripping sound, it greeted the big tree: "Drink, drink, this is the last nectar I will give you." It warned the leaves: "Go, go, warm the feet of the big tree, next year you will "More beautiful". The fallen leaves are swishing, and it is saying goodbye to the big tree: "Thank you for giving us a stage to make us beautiful. Next year I will definitely bring you a new dress, the greenest one." The greenest new clothes. The wild geese are quacking, and they are calling their companions: "Line up, let's go!" They shout to the white clouds: "Goodbye, we will meet again next year." The crickets are chirping, It is playing the last piano music, it is singing the last cheerful song, it is thanking nature for all the happiness it has given it, and soon it will crawl into a warm cave. The sound of autumn is so wonderful next year! In autumn, I will definitely go to the seaside and listen to how the autumn sea sings. I will definitely go to the forest and listen to how the autumn insects whisper. 4. That time, I understood the sound of fallen leaves.
< p> That time, I understood the sound of falling leaves compositionThe sound of nature
When I woke up in the morning, I saw the sky was covered with dark clouds and it looked like it was going to rain. What are the birds chirping? They seem to be saying: It's going to rain, it's going to rain!
I opened the window and a drop of rain hit my cheek. It was so cool. Ah! Then, the rain dropped from the sky. They bid farewell to Brother Yun and came to this beautiful world to nourish all things.
Gradually, the rain became heavier and drizzled. The beads sang beautiful songs. They still had smiles on their faces. The raindrops fell to the ground and immediately turned into many small water drops.
Slowly, it started to rain. It was very loud. Not only the sound of rain, but also the sound of wind and thunder were intertwined into a song. Beautiful music, the rain is singing, the wind is playing the accompaniment, and the thunder is playing the drums. They seem to be an orchestra, conquering the entire earth, allowing everything to enjoy this wonderful sound. I am immersed in the singing and the beauty. Nature.
After a while, the rain stopped. Only the rain on the eaves continued to fall, as if singing "Ding Dong Ding Dong". With the conclusion of this music, a beautiful rainbow appeared in the distance, like a "colorful bridge" for people to cross, explore the magical nature, and listen to the sounds of nature. , seems to be celebrating the joy after bathing, and seems to be saying: Nature is so beautiful! They spread their wings and fly into the boundless sky, flying into the warm embrace of nature.
I love to see this beauty. of nature! I love listening to the beautiful sounds of nature!
Listen to the sound of the wind. The naughty Feng'er sat on the top of a tall green tree and sang a beautiful ditty together with the exquisite green leaves. "Shalala, Shalala..." Accompanied by the chirping of birds and insects, it gradually became clearer and louder.
Listen to the sound of running water. The clear spring water keeps singing, running day and night, "wow-wow-" seems to be the singing response of water and wind, the gentle argument between water and stone; or the water is minding its own business. Singing like a song and silent.
The voice seems to tell many stories and reminds people of many stories. Sometimes, people can't help but squat down in forgetfulness, just like the paper boats placed by the ditch when they were children. Life gently returns to the original state of mind of a child.
Listen to the sound of falling leaves. With a gentle "swish" sound, it slowly flew down like a butterfly, quietly covering the earth with its body like cicada wings. An extremely weak sound shook the earth - the dusty soil on the ground was gently lifted up. "Luo Hong is not a heartless thing. It turns into spring mud to protect the flowers." Luo Ye's voice carries a lot of affection. The helpless withering turns out to be a return to one’s roots! For an everlasting love!
Crack, crackle, this is the sound of grass sprouting and soil cracking; tick, tick, this is the crisp sound of raindrops on leaves falling into small puddles on the roadside after rain; Chirp, chirp, this is the sound of birds chirping on the branches.