The voice that touches the soul 1 Moonlight penetrates the leaves, and scattered moonlight falls on the earth. I was cut into countless brilliance by leaves, and part of it shone on my wind chimes. The trace of the wind stirred the bell of my wind chime.
I am alone, sitting on a stone bench, leaning against a tree and looking at the moon, and I can't help but feel melancholy.
A gust of wind sounds like a bell in a deep mountain valley and a bird singing in the treetops. The crisp and continuous sound echoed in this forest. I can't help thinking of someone.
One summer night, a cool breeze blew away the heat of the day. I walked on an uninhabited path, letting the cool wind slip through my skin. I thought no one shared my happiness, but the sound of a wind chime came and another person caught my eye. It's him. I smiled and said nothing. I looked at him and he didn't agree. He said, "I wonder why you are here?" I replied, "Nothing. I just got sick recently. I thought I had nothing to do, so I came here to play and help my mood. " He began to get serious: "Do you think this ancient people all talk like this?" They are very tired. "We had a good time in the play.
Yes, he is a good friend of my classmate, and our friendship is second only to Jin Lan. Once, it was my birthday. On such a happy day, he began to give me presents. He gave me a small pendant and a beautiful wind chime, which I like very much. He said, "This is my favorite wind chime. When you miss me, just shake this wind chime and I can hear it. " I was very moved: "I have nothing to give you." "This is your birthday, not mine. Take it. " He replied.
In this way, this wind chime came into my hand. However, it was all over and he left me.
That day, he and I ran into a big disaster. We like to play. We go skating in the same place together. Suddenly, the ice cracked and he fell into the water. I panicked and ran away, telling my family that he was saved, but he vowed never to talk to me again.
He decided to leave, he left with his parents, and he never forgave me. On the day I left, he never looked at me again, and my eyes were full of bitter tears.
I'm holding a wind chime now. Didn't he say he could hear me just by shaking the wind chime? I shook it a few times and was disappointed for a long time.
It was all my fault! I don't want that either! I can't help myself. I picked up the phone and dialed a long-lost and familiar number. When I heard someone answer the phone, I was so excited that I asked, "Is that you?" He replied, "So what if it is." I was shocked and at a loss: "Today is your birthday, I wish you happiness." "No need." He returned to the Tao. "I'm sorry." I hung up when I finished. I leaned against the tree and gave a long sigh. Then, I understood again.
I began to feel relieved, feeling-I missed it and never came back.
The voice that touches my heart is my father's "key voice".
My father is an ordinary worker, with a swarthy face and a bunch of keys hanging on his waist-doors, motorcycles, big ones, small ones, silver ones, gold ones, all kinds of them, strung on key chains.
Another morning, I was under the covers and vaguely heard my father's "key sound" when he got up. At this time, I know that his busy day has begun again. Father gets up early, so does mother to keep up with his father's rhythm. A bowl of rice congee and a plate of peanuts are what my father called "delicious breakfast".
The sound of the key echoed all the way downstairs. I got up and squatted on the balcony to see my father standing downstairs, which became vicissitudes. After a while, my father got on his motorcycle and left.
I seldom care about my father's work-but I think he is very hard. Once, my mother said to me, "Your father works very hard. He always does the heaviest work in the factory. He always works for more than an hour than others. You have to live up to your expectations! " "
As night fell, the familiar sound of motorcycles came from my ears.
I jumped up excitedly and quickly opened the door, as if to greet a triumphant Min Hsiung hero. At this point, my mother had cooked the meal, and our family sat together and had a good time.
After dinner, my mother and I helped my father relieve the fatigue of the day, and we also helped him wash his soaked feet. ...
I mentioned my father's keys and shook them again and again. It makes the most beautiful and melodious notes in the world.
No matter on the subway or on the bus, I will take the initiative to give my seat to my grandfather or grandmother, because I have always kept my mother's words in mind.
One Sunday, my mother and I went to Nanjing Science and Technology Museum to play. On the way back, I stood on the subway for a long time and my legs were numb. I finally got a seat, and I was afraid that someone would rob me, so I rushed up at once.
At this time, an old lady who was over 60 years old hobbled in with a cane. My mother said to me, "Yang Yang, give up your seat quickly." I thought to myself, "Let what! Just sitting down, the seat is not hot yet. " But when I thought that my mother was an elder, I barely stood up. Mother seemed to know something, but didn't say anything.
Finally, grandma got off the bus and I sat in my seat again. At this time, my mother came up to me and said, "I know you are tired and you are reluctant to give up your seat, but respecting the old and loving the young is the most basic courtesy." I understood my mother's meaning, nodded vigorously and said to my mother, "I will definitely do it, and I will definitely do it well." My mother smiled with relief, and my heart strengthened!
I always remember what my mother said, and I have always proved it with my actions, and I have been growing!
The voice that touches my heart. Mother's nagging voice is the voice that touches my heart.
"the forest! Your father and I have something in the field these two days. Take care of your home! Don't go out and run around, do you hear? " My mother called me in and nagged me. I gave an impatient "uh-huh" and thought: Let's go! Let's go! How annoying!
Mom nagged a few more words and hurried out with dad. As soon as their front foot left, I let out a cry of joy, and my back foot followed them and went to play with my classmates.
I don't know how long I've been crazy, and I'm driven home by hunger. I opened the door and shouted excitedly, "Mom! Starving to death, you cook ... "I unconsciously froze in the shouting, and my heart seemed to be blocked. I went to the kitchen, as if I saw my mother's busy figure again. My mother's seemingly nagging words sounded in my ear: "Shilin?" What do you want to eat today? Oh, I don't want to eat vegetables! How about eating cabbage? ..... "Thought of here, a warm current welled up in my heart. The corners of the mouth can't help but crack into a sweet range.
Two days later, my parents came back ...
"mom! I'm hungry! Is lunch ready? " It's my shouts of excitement again. "Almost ready. Wait, you can cook your favorite braised pork today! " Mom said in her busy schedule. "hmm!" I answered happily.
"Eat slowly, and no one and you rob, is really of ..."
"the forest! Get up, I'm going to be late ... "
"You this child is really of, know to play every day, also don't know to learn ..."
When I entered junior high school, my mother's nagging was much less, but my mother's nagging was my best memory. I cherish meticulous nagging, cherish the love I can't get, and listen to wonderful nagging with my heart.
Mother's nagging is always the voice that touches my heart.
The voice that touches the soul 5 After a spring rain, the last pile of snow in the community also melted. Pedestrians have taken off their winter hats and winter clothes to feel the warmth of spring. The children are all in the arms of spring, and the laughter is endless.
On a rare sunny afternoon, I spent a cold winter at home. I couldn't wait to go into battle lightly to listen to the sound of spring, which touched my heart.
As soon as I stepped out of the house, the chirping of birds was introduced to my ears, and I was involuntarily brought into this spring celebration. Birds, you won't let me, I won't let you, scrambling to show their wonderful sounds. We have just entered the new semester, shouldn't we have this indomitable spirit? When studying, try to climb the peak and show your best.
Follow the footsteps of spring and walk in the world of spring. Grass has long been impatient to drill out the soil that imprisons it; Several willows on the roadside have also been drawn into new green; The pine tree changed into dark green armor and dissolved in the big garden in spring. Spring breeze blows, "whoosh, whoosh, whoosh", which removes the dirt from plants and blows away the dust in my heart, so that I can face every day with the freshest look.
Unconsciously, I have come to the Yalu River. How can the good news of spring be kept from this natural accompanist? The river has washed away the ice, and it rushes forward happily. Isn't it the same in study and life? Even in the face of all kinds of difficulties and obstacles ahead, we should not be afraid of difficulties, dare to study hard, cross the ravine, face setbacks easily and happily, and solve problems calmly.
"Ha ha", children's laughter came from the square. They jumped and ran with kites. Why don't we face life optimistically and greet our blue sky with a smile?
The songs of birds, the wind, the tinkling of rivers and the laughter of children touched my heart and made me run on the road of life.
The voice that touches the soul has a voice from music, which makes me feel the charm of music. There is a voice from my mother, which makes me feel the greatness of maternal love; There is a voice from my heart, which makes me feel the inner touch.
Sound is everywhere, however, to find the voice that touches people's hearts, we need to savor it carefully.
"Sit up straight, don't get down." Whenever I concentrate on my homework, every 10 minutes, my mother's "nagging" voice comes from behind me. In order not to make my myopia worse, my mother "nagged" endlessly ... For several years, I have become accustomed to this sound and even become the background music in my study.
"Be modest, not proud." Every time I do well in the exam, my mother will throw a pot of "cold water" at me head-on. My mother is afraid of my complacency. She often uses this way to cultivate my calm way of doing things and practice my attitude of calmly facing success or failure, so that I can be down-to-earth today.
"Have a rest, don't be tired." "Be confident and don't lose heart." ..... This kind of voice in our family is enough to write a family version of "The Amethyst". Mother's voice, seemingly ordinary, contains the true meaning of life. Mother's moving voice is a noble spiritual nutrient. Like breast milk, I am a sucker that benefits endlessly. With the essence of breast milk, I grow taller, healthier and stronger.
These ordinary and extraordinary voices touch people's hearts because they are full of my mother's too much care. If someone says, "not every flower represents love, but roses do it;" Not every tree can withstand thirst, but Populus euphratica did. "Then I want to say: not every voice can touch people's hearts, but the voice from maternal love has done it.
The voice that affects the soul is the voice that can directly express people's feelings. Because voice always contains the power to touch the heart. Nature also has this kind of sound, that is underwater sound.
Rain is probably the most infectious underwater sound. When it rains, as long as you listen carefully, you can hear the music they play, Ding Dingmao. This is the sound of them hitting the balcony glass, rushing. That's the sound of them flowing through the windowsill. Those raindrops are flexible and changeable, which can wash away the stains on your mind and make your mind as carefree as the rain.
When you are exhausted, listen to the sound of the lake. The sound of water in the lake is quiet and gentle, just like mother's words. Sitting on the shore, watching the blue waves rush to the shore and return to the lake, the sound of water is also washing away the wrinkles in your mind over and over again, so that your mentality can be adjusted after a day's work.
The most exciting underwater sound is the sound of waterfalls. If you don't see the man, smell his voice first. The sound of the waterfall can be heard far away. Approached, can only hear the sound of the waterfall, like a horde of Ma Benteng in front, and like thunder hitting the valley. At this point, all the sounds between heaven and earth seem to have disappeared, leaving only a huge underwater sound. That sound seems to have hit your heart. Let you admire and admire nature involuntarily.
Underwater sounds can be extremely cheerful, calm and gentle. Every sound of them can touch your heart and give you a different experience.
The voice that touches the soul is noisy, noisy, and there are thousands of voices. Where is the voice that touches the heart? Listen carefully, in fact, she is there ...-inscription.
Lens one
Morning, quiet. When the melodious alarm clock rings, the life of the day has just begun. I quickly got out of bed, went into the pet shop, glanced at the timetable and raised my mouth confidently. Oh, today is really full! Not far away, there came the hiss of my pet green snake, which tugged at my heart one after another, reminding me of his dying voice after being crushed by a car on that rainy day. From scratch to the present prosperity, it has always been with me, rewarding me for saving his life. I wander outside alone, and what I hear from the hiss of the green snake is the most sincere friendship.
Lens 2
The morning sun is all over the earth, pet shops are busy, and customers come and go in an endless stream, but what I really care about is an animal protector who comes to send injured stray animals every day. But a quarter of an hour later, I saw an injured puppy. He gently put it on the observation platform. It was covered with wounds, its tail was broken, and one eye and half an ear were missing. The dog's piercing bark stung my heart one after another. Yes, disabled animals are not a burden here, but our pride! I heard the strongest unity from the buzz of the puppy.
Lens 3
In the middle of the night, everything was quiet, except for the mother cat who gave birth in the backyard. She lay on her side on the cushion. One, two ... five! The mother cat licked the membranes of the kittens gently, and when they gave their first weak breath, my heart was shocked. Similarly, youth is not a burden, but our future! I heard the most successful tomorrow of the pet store from the weak breathing of the kitten!
Where is the road? With the guidance of that moving voice, I am no longer confused. ...
When I have nothing to do, I often like to wander in busy cities. Looking at people coming and going, I found that people's faces in the past were either reserved, impetuous or full of worries. No one seems willing to relax facial muscles and smile.
I think, in this busy city, a smile should pass people's hearts like a breeze, adding a little fresh and fragrant flavor to the city.
I still remember a thin woman walking through the market with her four or five-year-old daughter. The little girl's little white finger pointed at a middle-aged man with a juryman face and suddenly giggled: "Uncle, wind chimes ..." The middle-aged man paused and turned to fiddle with the wind chimes hanging on the stall. "Ding-ding, ding-ding ..." The little girl clapped her hands happily and jumped up, while the middle-aged man narrowed his eyes. I can't help but evoke the corners of my mouth, and laughter suddenly filled the whole market.
That day, my sister and I ate in the restaurant, and the twin sisters sat next to us. The twins laughed while eating. That kind of smile is from the heart, pure and clean. In the course of our meal, beautiful voices kept coming.
After the twins left, their joy remained on the table, and my sister and I were also infected. We want to know why the sisters are so happy on their way back. Although I don't know why, I always feel that it is their inner "sunshine" that makes us see their smiling faces.
The little girl's heavenly laughter has always touched my heart and infected everyone around me at that time. Occasionally thinking of that laughter can also make people feel happy. I wish everyone this happy smile, and I wish everyone can be so happy!
The voice that affects the soul 10 Life can be said to be long and short. Every passing minute embodies my history, although my history is not so vicissitudes, and there is no voice that touches my heart like that, that is music.
Youth is rich and interesting. Turn on the DVD, play a tune, put aside your worries, put your hair on end, clip your bangs, and run on the playground. Under the scorching sun, my classmates and I are acting a youthful past. This picture will be solidified, short-lived and will become the source of struggle.
Young people will also encounter difficulties. When the results of your own efforts are unsightly, you will turn from self-confidence to trough. The valley is very sad and lifeless. Only the coast has hope. To climb to the shore, you need a kind of boldness of vision and confidence. But where did these come from? As long as you turn on MP3 and listen to the past of youth, beautiful and unrestrained melody and beating notes, you will see the picture of your original efforts in your mind, although you can't give up. composition
Now I, under the desk lamp, with a yellow background? Against me, the secret of the song passed on the answering machine brought me into a fairyland. The heartbeat is blurred. In the morning after the rain, the fragrance of wormwood floated in the forest, the sky was dark blue, and the tea garden was thick green. Not far away, there are some picking girls, wearing farm clothes and bamboo hats, carrying children on their backs. The picture is very warm and the melody brings me into it.
Music, in a unique way, let me appreciate the joys and sorrows of the world, and also brought me to sing the magnificent mountains and rivers of the motherland. Every once in a while, music touches my heart, and that second becomes my eternity.
Touching voice 1 1 There are thousands of voices of Qian Qian in the world, including the horn of cars, the chirping of animals, the gurgling of streams, and people's laughter ... But the only voice that really touches my heart is the ticking of time, the sound of life passing by.
Time is like running water, which can only flow away and cannot be turned back. Time will only slip away with the present minute, and will not go back with the present minute. The sun that rises today will never be the sun that rose yesterday, and the sun that rose yesterday will never rise again! I remember when I was in primary school, I never knew how to cherish time. Every weekend or holiday, I always play and watch TV first I think there is still plenty of time. As a result, there was still a lot of homework on the last night. At that time, I always fantasized that time could go back, and I really regretted it, but I didn't solve the problem from reality. So, I didn't learn the lesson this time. It is not enough to make the same mistake twice. I will make it again and again. I didn't finish my homework until the last day of winter vacation. I suffered a big loss this time and got rid of this problem. However, new problems have emerged. I always play and do my homework day by day, which is a little regular. As a result, because there is no concept of time, a lot of time has been delayed and a lot of energy has been spent, but nothing has been achieved.
After that, I understood that time is life, time is as precious as life, and people can't have a second life, so I cherish time more and race against time.
Tick-tock, there is a small alarm clock in my heart. It walks happily, ticking, and every sound echoes in my ears. Every voice is always in my heart. Let me remember that painful lesson and study hard at once!
A voice that touches my heart. That voice makes me feel guilty.
Fifteen-year-old teenage boys and girls are generally rebellious, and their parents' innocent hearts can no longer understand their children's complicated and changeable inner world. Similarly, I am no exception.
"Mom, give me money, I want to buy a pair of beautiful pants." Faced with my unreasonable troubles, my mother met my requirements without saying anything and gave me 100 yuan. My heart got a temporary pleasure.
"Cough-cough-"There was another violent cough in the kitchen. It's mom. I hurried over to help her touch her back. "Mom, what's the matter with you? I'll get your medicine. " Mom said, "Nothing, just a minor illness. Save some money to see your father!" " "At this moment, my heart is full of infinite guilt.
Holding a hundred-dollar bill, my heart seems to be bleeding. Drop, drop, drop, drop, drop, drop, drop, drop, drop, drop, drop, drop, drop, drop, drop, drop, drop, drop, drop, drop, drop, drop, drop, drop, drop, drop, drop, drop, drop. I jumped on my mother and hugged her. I want to wash my dirty soul with tears. At this time, my heart was a little relieved.
But what I didn't expect was that my mother bought me those pants, but it left a sequela-asthma. This guilty thing taught me to be calm in the face of vanity. Facing the boundless life, I found the right direction.
That voice has always touched my heart and made me feel guilty, because my mother's cough kept on.
The voice that touches the soul 13 "Alas-who is this!"
"Ah! What's wrong? "
I turned around and found an aunt cleaner sighing at a pile of garbage.
This incident has to start when I left home for school: I got up quickly in the morning, and just after brushing my teeth and washing my face, my mother suddenly shouted in the kitchen: "Liu Jiayi!" " "What are you doing?" I answered slowly. "Take the garbage down and throw it away when you go downstairs!" "all right." I still answered unhurriedly. After breakfast, I took the elevator downstairs, and then skipped to school. Walking, I came to an intersection, and there was a trash can next to it. I threw the garbage away and said, "Throw it back!" " "
This is where I get into trouble!
After throwing away the garbage casually, I walked forward again. Less than two meters later, there was a sigh behind me: "Alas, who is littering?" People nowadays are really becoming more and more uncivilized. "I looked back and saw an aunt cleaner sighing at the garbage I didn't throw into the trash can. Suddenly, a magical force pulled me back to the aunt cleaner and said, "I'm sorry, I threw this pile of garbage!" "I was wrong!" "Never mind, pay attention next time!" Aunt cleaner patiently said to me! Suddenly realized the hard work of aunt cleaner. For the sake of environmental sanitation, aunt cleaner is the most respectable person!
Although it has been a long time, that sentence still lingers in my ear. I came back to apologize to my aunt because she told me, "People are really becoming more and more uncivilized now." Touched my heart! Civilization, courtesy and caring for the environment are everyone's responsibilities. This is a virtue we have known since childhood, and this little thing will always spur me!
The voice that touches the soul comes from the forest. Birds sing loudly in a clear voice, and the stream beats the drums no less, jingling with the music of birds. The forest also joined in the fun, only to see it waving green leaves and making a rustling sound. ...
There is a voice from my mother, from my heart, which makes me feel the warmth, greatness and trembling of maternal love. The voices are all around us, some are frightening, some are joyful, and some are joyful. However, this kind of happy and exciting voice needs to be found with heart and tasted with heart.
"Keep your hands up and your eyes away from the book." Whenever I read a book or do homework assigned by my teacher, as long as my posture is wrong, my mother's voice like a lion's roar will come from behind me As soon as I heard the sound, people immediately straightened their posture and corrected their pen-holding posture. For a long time, so that other students put on glasses, the eyes of students who are easy to do homework are different from those of students who bend over to do homework. Whenever I am frustrated, my mother's voice will ring in my ear: nothing. Try harder and be careful next time. Be good. I am still crying when I am old.
Mother's voice is ordinary and wise. Mother's voice is the voice that touches my heart, and it is a glimmer of hope when I am confused, sad and about to give up. My mother's voice benefited me a lot. This kind of voice has always accompanied me, making me strong, brave, healthy and strong.
Not every voice can easily touch people's hearts, but it is full of care and love _ mother's voice, but it has to touch people's hearts.
Voices that affect the soul 15 Voices are everywhere, such as the sound of wind and rain, the sound of cars, the call of parents ... There are always some noisy voices making waves in the depths of the soul.
Wind and rain sound
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," the rain kept falling. I waited anxiously at the school gate just after school. When I saw other mothers giving umbrellas to their children and taking them home together, I asked myself: Where is my mother? A casual remark evoked memories of childhood. Whenever it rains, whether it's downpour or Mao Mao rain, my mother will give me an umbrella. After a while, the rain gradually subsided, and I came home with intermittent rain.
Car sound
Whenever I walk in the street, there will always be some "beep, beep, beep" sounds, which means to let passers-by make way, and it will also remind me of that kind of memory-we are still friends today, and today we are thousands of miles apart. Will you come back tomorrow? Say goodbye to you thousands of miles away with good wishes. I hope you are safe, I wish you all the best, and I hope your friendship will last forever. ...
ring tone
Zhang Sen, it's time for dinner! My mother's phone rang in my ear, but I thought it was nothing to play at the computer desk. This sound reminds me of hours again. "Zhang Sen, eating this sentence is my mother's favorite sentence when she told me to eat. At that time, my mother's voice was a little sweet and doting, but now my mother doesn't call me that, because she knows that spoiled children will not grow up.
I believe you also have some voices that touch your heart. Might as well start, write it down and share it with you.