1. The sounds I like: composition for primary school students
There are many sounds I like, including the sound of a large group of ants running and the sound of flowers blooming. Although these sounds are so small that they are almost audible. You can’t see it, but as long as you listen carefully, you will definitely hear it.
Spring is here, and the birds are singing on the branches. The puppy barked and the kitten meowed.
Butterflies flutter in the air, and bees buzz on the flowers to collect nectar. How wonderful the sound of spring is! Summer is here, the rain starts falling heavily, and Father Lei comes banging on the big drum. After the rain, the little frogs croaked in chorus, and the cicadas cried "Cicada, cicada" on the branches, as if to say: "The next rain will be really cool."
The leaves change in autumn It turned yellow and slowly floated down. It made a rustling sound when you stepped on it, which was really nice. The fruits are also ripe, including red lantern-like persimmons, delicious pomegranates, and apples, all of which are laughing together on the branches.
In winter, snowflakes fall rustlingly. The children had snowball fights and made snowmen. They had so much fun! The snow crunched under your feet.
I love the sounds in the world, how rich and beautiful they are. Comment: Very well written! The whole text is full of witty quotes and rich associations, transforming the world of sound into interesting pictures, which are presented in front of readers and are thought-provoking.
The language is clean and pure, fresh and timeless, like the dewdrops and grass blades in the morning, exuding a light fragrance that makes people fall in love with it. 2. Essay on the sounds I like
[Essay on the sounds I like] There are thousands of sounds in the world, but the only one I like is the ordinary, simple and unique sound of rain. Whenever the raindrops fall on the ground , the ground made a ticking sound, like a huge concert, a unique and spectacular sight, the sound I like.
I like the sound of spring rain. Spring rain is like a magician. It can make the earth green, and even the most ordinary grass is so radiant, beautiful and dazzling at this time! The revival of all things nods to the people, allowing people on the earth to live a happy life full of spring!
I like the sound of autumn rain. The autumn rain covers the heat of summer. The autumn rain makes me wear the new clothes my mother prepared for me. With the autumn rain, we no longer hide in the air-conditioned room, we run. In the suburbs, let nature bring us endless pleasure!
Autumn is so poetic and picturesque, I look forward to the arrival of autumn rain!
The third grade of Sunshine Primary School: Parrot Fish 3. Write about my favorite voice, composition
This is what I carefully prepared for you. I hope it can help you. I wish you happiness, Thank you
My favorite voice
There was once a beautiful poem that said: "A kind of spring sound is unforgettable, the most unforgettable is when returning from class in Chang'an." Simple In one sentence, the scene of a group of teenagers in green shirts walking and playing on their way home from get out of class is presented before our eyes. We can even hear the shouting in the picture and see the wine flags fluttering in the wind in the distance.
This is the most beautiful voice in the author's heart. This is the author's memory of those green years.
So, what is my favorite sound?
Maybe it’s the sound of rain. I remember that when I was very young, I liked to listen to the sound of the heavy rain hitting the windows, which was clear and powerful, and a little impatient. At that time, I liked to stay alone in the house and do my homework. The noisy sounds outside were drowned out by the sonorous sound of rain. Even the dazzling light became somewhat soft after passing through the rain curtain.
The rain falls on the gilded eaves, on the crimson bricks, on the lush lawns, on the blue water, like playing a song on the piano. The waltz of love, those white and slender fingertips struck the black and white keys gently and powerfully.
Maybe it’s the wind. I remember reading an article when I was a child, saying that children are children of the wind. After reading it, I impulsively rushed out without a coat in the cold wind of the twelfth lunar month, and ended up with a high fever of 39 degrees.
However, the breeze does not make a sound when it passes by your window. It sneaks into the children's dreams quietly, and then slips out quietly, and quietly greens the shore of Jiangnan in between.
Breeze walks quietly through the hall, holding an oil-paper umbrella and walking slowly towards you. She half lowered her head, her eyes like autumn water hidden under the thin eyelashes. She is close to you, so close. If you sniff quietly, you may be able to smell a hint of fragrance and news from afar. She is close, so close. She passes you by, only a fingertip away. . She walked past you and looked back with a smile inadvertently. If you listened quietly, you might be able to hear her gentle breathing. Accompanied by the drizzle, she held an oil-paper umbrella and walked away in the alleys of Jiangnan, walking on the bluestone street. If you look carefully, you may be able to see the young grass growing between the bluestones, waving reluctantly in the direction she is going.
Maybe it’s the rustling of fallen leaves. I remember when I was young, I heard someone say that the most beautiful sound is when you are walking alone on the campus and hear the rustling of the fallen leaves under your feet. Since then, I have always wanted to have the opportunity to listen to the songs of fallen leaves. It's a pity that every time I get a chance to walk on the fallen leaves, the surroundings are noisy, and I can't hear the children's chorus hidden under the noise.
The fallen leaves fell silently, covering the rugged stone paths in the mountains, covering up the lazy gray with the red of the flames. The whole mountain was quiet, and the fallen leaves quietly fell into a deep sleep. . And just one evening in autumn, you walked here inadvertently and awakened the entire forest. Listen, the fallen leaves are whispering at your feet, saying the most affectionate words of love. The setting sun is like fire, dyeing the entire mountain forest red, and you step closer and listen to the whisper of the fallen leaves.
What is my favorite sound?
The sound of rain, wind, falling leaves? 4. How to write an essay on the sound I like
The sound I like There are many wonderful sounds in the world, such as the chirping of birds in the treetops, the squeaking of little mice, The beeping of car horns, the sound of the national anthem when the national flag is hoisted, the sound of classmates running on the playground...these are sounds that I never tire of listening to.
I like to listen to the majestic and loud national anthem the most. Because every time the national anthem sounds, the scene of our athletes proudly standing on the podium at the Olympic Games will appear in front of my eyes, and my heart can't help but boil.
I like to listen to the sound of the small alarm clock ticking the most, because every morning, when I am sleeping soundly, the small alarm clock will beeping, as if calling me to get up quickly. Don't be late for school. I am very grateful to the little alarm clock. It is a good friend that I can't live without. I like to listen to the sound of my mother cooking the most, because she always cooks my favorite dishes.
I know this is my mother’s deep love for me. I like to listen to the sound of my classmates running the most, because the sound of neat steps means that the students must work together and unite no matter what they do.
I like to listen to the chirping of the birds the most, because whenever I am sad, I will run to the tree and listen to the chirping of the birds, and I will forget the sad things for a while. Clean and tidy. 5. My Favorite Sound Composition
My Favorite Sound Yan Yang, Class 3, Chengguan Primary School, has wonderful sounds everywhere in his life. Some sounds are deafening, and some sounds are deafening. Get up and whisper, there are too many sounds that enter your ears every day, the whistle on the highway, the noise in the square, the sound of reading on campus, the sound of birds in the trees... among the many sounds, I like the sound of reading on campus the most. In the early morning, when I walk into the campus, there is the sound of sweeping the floor. This is the sound of students protecting the environment.
When you walk into the classroom, you hear the sound of reading. This is the sound of students studying diligently. Next is the sound of the teacher lecturing, which is the sound of spreading knowledge.
The crisp sound of get out of class ending was followed by the free noise and laughter of the students. In the afternoon, what I heard was the pleasant singing, which is the sound of cultivating our artistic quality, and the sound of shouting "one, two, three, four", which is the sound of students exercising.
As I get used to these sounds every day, I fall in love with them. 6. "My Favorite Sound" Composition (300 words)
There are many kinds of sounds in life, some are loud and noisy, and some are low and sad.
My favorite sound is the gentle and crisp cry of a bird. In the early morning, while I was still sleeping, I vaguely heard a fresh and loud "chirp, chirp, chirp..." sound. I knew it was the bird outside the window waking me up.
On the way home from school at noon, I walked tiredly. Suddenly, the sweet chirping of a bird came from the tree on the roadside, as if saying to me, "Kid, what's wrong with you? Are you tired? Let me sing you a song."
Listening to the bird's considerate song, my fatigue disappeared all of a sudden. I sang happily and skipped on the way home along with the bird's song. In the evening, after I finished my homework, the birds outside the window "chirped" and said goodbye to me. They knew that I was going to sleep.
I like the sounds of birds, even their non-rhythmic calls. Their voices are so gentle and simple, with no quarrels, scoldings, or criticisms. 7. Write about my favorite voice, composition
This is what I carefully prepared for you. I hope it can help you. I wish you happiness, thank you
My favorite voice< /p>
There was once a beautiful poem that said: "The sound of spring is unforgettable, especially when returning from class in Chang'an." A simple sentence made a group of young people in green shirts return home after class. The scene of walking and playing on the road appeared before our eyes. We can even hear the shouting in the picture and see the wine flags fluttering in the wind in the distance.
This is the most beautiful voice in the author's heart. This is the author's memory of those green years.
So, what is my favorite sound?
Maybe it’s the sound of rain. I remember that when I was very young, I liked to listen to the sound of the heavy rain hitting the windows. It was clear and powerful, and a little impatient. At that time, I liked to stay alone in the house and do my homework. The noisy sounds outside were drowned out by the sonorous sound of rain. Even the dazzling light became somewhat soft after passing through the rain curtain.
The rain falls on the gilded eaves, on the crimson bricks, on the lush lawns, on the blue water, like playing a song on the piano. The waltz of love, those white and slender fingertips struck the black and white keys gently and powerfully.
Maybe it’s the wind. I remember reading an article when I was a child, saying that children are children of the wind. After reading it, I impulsively rushed out without a coat in the cold wind of the twelfth lunar month, and ended up with a high fever of 39 degrees. However, the breeze does not make a sound when it passes by your window. It sneaks into the children's dreams quietly, and then slips out quietly, and quietly greens the shore of Jiangnan in between.
Breeze walks quietly through the hall, holding an oil-paper umbrella and walking slowly towards you. She half lowered her head, her eyes like autumn water hidden under the thin eyelashes. She is close to you, so close. If you sniff quietly, you may be able to smell a hint of fragrance and news from afar. She is close, so close. She passes you by, only a fingertip away. . She walked past you and looked back with a smile inadvertently. If you listened quietly, you might be able to hear her gentle breathing. Accompanied by the drizzle, she held an oil-paper umbrella and walked away in the alleys of Jiangnan, walking on the bluestone street. If you look carefully, you may be able to see the young grass growing between the bluestones, waving reluctantly in the direction she is going.
Maybe it’s the rustling of fallen leaves. I remember when I was young, I heard someone say that the most beautiful sound is when you are walking alone on the campus and hear the rustling of the fallen leaves under your feet. Since then, I have always wanted to have the opportunity to listen to the songs of fallen leaves. It's a pity that every time I get a chance to walk on the fallen leaves, the surroundings are noisy, and I can't hear the children's chorus hidden under the noise.
The fallen leaves fell silently, covering the rugged stone paths in the mountains, covering up the lazy gray with the red of the flames. The whole mountain was quiet, and the fallen leaves quietly fell into a deep sleep. . And just one evening in autumn, you walked here inadvertently and woke up the entire mountain forest. Listen, the fallen leaves are whispering at your feet, saying the most affectionate words of love. The setting sun is like fire, dyeing the entire mountain forest red, and you step closer and listen to the whisper of the fallen leaves.
What is my favorite sound?
The sound of rain, wind, falling leaves? 8. The voice I like when looking at pictures and writing words in the third grade of primary school
There are all kinds of voices in our lives.
There is the melodious sound of the piano, the cheerful chirping of birds, and the sound of reading.
These beautiful sounds bring endless joy to our lives. But my favorite voice is my dad’s deep, gentle voice.
Usually, I am a bit slow to do things, and my mother always yells at me impatiently, but my father always educates me patiently. In the morning, when I was still sleeping, my father would wake me up with his low, gentle voice. Sometimes, I would stay in bed. At this time, my father would read to me in his gentle voice, "The plan for a year lies in spring, and the plan for a year begins with spring." The plan for the day lies in."
When I go to school after dinner, my father will carefully tell me, "Wear clothes well, take things with you, drink plenty of water in school, and listen carefully during class." In the evening when my father came home from get off work, although he was already very tired, he still wanted to ask me if I had finished my homework and if I had done it well.
After dinner, my father would ask me to write a calligraphy essay. After I finished writing, my father would patiently comment on me one by one. I love my dad, and I love my dad’s voice even more. It accompanies my growth and educates me on how to behave. 9. How to write an essay on the sound I like
The sound I like
"Wake up, baby, you're going to be late." I vaguely heard my mother's voice in my dream. There was something coming from outside the house. I rubbed my eyes, grabbed the alarm clock and looked at it carefully. It was only six o'clock. My mother wanted me to get up so early, and she didn't want to let anyone live. I pulled up the quilt, covered my head, and fell asleep again.
"Hurry up, get up early and have breakfast. What can you do if you don't eat breakfast?" Over and over again, my mother's voice bombarded my ears, okay, I surrender.
"Put on more clothes, it's cold outside." "No, it's too hot." I shouted impatiently, "Yesterday's weather forecast said the temperature will drop today. Put it on quickly. What if you catch a cold? "Do it" "Just ***" I refused, "Son, be good, mom will give you your favorite food." Mom used her special skill, okay, I surrender.
"Go to sleep, don't lie down and play games, it's not good for your eyes." "I know, just sleep." "Whether you want to sleep or not, I'll be angry if you don't." Well, I lose to you. Yes, Mom.
Every day, every day, I hear my mother’s nagging, complaining, blaming and caring voices countless times. But how can you refuse this voice full of love? Love you, Mom
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