When I was a child, my favorite thing to hear was the yelling of cold noodles. Often it came from a woman, "Cold noodles (yan), hot and sour noodles, tofu brains ......." The voice was euphemistic and resonant, sometimes high, sometimes low, but every word was clearly spoken, and when I heard it I immediately reached out the window to look. After searching for half a day, it was hard to find a middle-aged woman riding a tricycle, behind her was a large pile of a wide range of seasonings, a moment after the person shook disappeared. This is anxious, so, open the closet and grab a handful of money on the way downstairs - thud thud thud. Two or three downstairs.
Fortunately, the woman selling cold noodles is still there, is surrounded by a group of colorful people, each hand is clamped with a banknote, scrambling to the hands of women. I ran over with my mouth full of sour water, "cold noodles (Yan), hot and sour noodles, tofu brain children ......". The sound is getting closer and closer, a bowl of red cold noodles appeared in front of my eyes, my mouth soared with the wind, and in no time it soared to my face. Finally arrived, it is difficult to squeeze a crack in, found a middle-aged woman maneuvered a variety of spices: red chili, green onion, yellow ginger water ...... rough hands crawling with lines, the face is dull, there are a few spots, but also always smiling. Waiting for her to a customer to get a good, from her voice and issued a: "cold noodles (Yan), hot and sour noodles, tofu brain child ......" This time, I heard more clearly, the voice strange, but very good. So I asked her to give me a bowl, and she skillfully maneuvered the spices again, putting in some scallions and adding some soy sauce. I never took my eyes off her hands, and while I was thinking about it, she had already brought the cold noodles to me, and I sniffed hard at the fragrant noodles and handed her a few crumpled bills, which she took and put into the gray bag she carried on her shoulder.
I used chopsticks to pick up a ball of noodles, vigorously into the mouth, the mouth was filled with bulging, that a fragrance in no time filled the whole body. "Cold noodles (Yan), hot and sour noodles, bean curd brain ......" At this time, the shouting voice again drilled out, so more and more people surrounded the worn-out tricycle.
Now this sound has probably also disappeared, right, all through the horn to publicize, that kind of hoarse voice really let people hanging appetite. I didn't bother to buy one for a long time.
There is also a kind of yelling I still remember, that is, the old man selling hemp sugar, that is a kind of silent yelling, "ting ting bell, ting ting bell ......" the sound will make me think of the sticky hemp sugar. Generally, the old man will come out in the fall, a dirty basket on the shoulder, feet on a pair of broken shoes, snapping snapping snapping snapping, walking crookedly, hands also hold a head bent head flat iron, and then "jing jing jing jing" very rhythmic knocking, will always provoke some young people look differently, but there are still some people to the old man! Called the old man, then the old man to find a place to put down the basket, with a rough hand to lift the cover on the white cloth on the sugar, so that a large piece of white sugar on the front of the old man with the sugar on the edge of the piece of iron, "tinkling" two knocked down, and then pulled down from the side of the basket, a crumpled plastic bag, loaded I handed it to the man, who opened it and looked at it for a while, then pinched up a piece of it and put it in his mouth and chewed it, and finally floated away full of joy. I was watching in the eyes anxious in the heart, that "tinkling, tinkling ......" sound has been tempting me, looking at the old man's distant figure, and the sound of the distant, touching the pocket to realize that there is no money. The old man who sold jaggery later somehow never came out (probably passed away, right), and now I think of it all feel sorry, regret how did not go to buy (now almost no sales). Every time I hear the sound of "ding ding ding, ding ding ......" outside, I would stick my neck out to look, but it turned out to be a worker repairing the road, face full of frustration and shrink back, followed by a moment of silence.
In my hometown there are also a lot of yells, such as the collection of scrap: "collection ~ scrap, collection of refrigerators, color TV, washing machine, electric fan ......" the first word to drag a long time, followed by a very rhythmic, very loud call up! The first word should be dragged out long, and the second word should be called out rhythmically and loudly. The waste collector often carries a basket with a scale and a few bags of rice in it, and he also drags a crate. When someone wants to sell scrap, he was not panicked to go, after the transaction, and began to yell "collect ~ scrap, collect refrigerator, color TV, washing machine, electric fan ......" in some of the more quiet alley you will hear very clearly, because now have opened the store, this yell is also gone. This kind of yelling has disappeared. In the past, I often heard some middle-aged or older people outside shouting: "Sharpening ah - grinding scissors chopper ......" in front of the sound of a long tone seems to be with the collection of waste learned, but it is very bright, crisp and clear. Crisp. This wandering form of business is now gone.
Every time you pass by the pedestrian street will find that some promotional stores will have a few women standing in front of the stoop clapping, one on the other, quite rhythmic, "snap ......" is not also issued from the mouth of some foreign accent: "Come and see come and see, promotions promotions ......" around is also music surrounded, melodious, constantly people into the store.
Seriously now people to a variety of yells to attract customers, but I still miss the fading yells, as if in my ears at all times, more pure and natural than the young people now.
2. 400 words of the old family's yellingGet up in the morning and take a deep breath of the sunshine. Ah! It's so comfortable. Touch the empty stomach, stride toward the street ......
Once on the street, I heard the fruit vendors shouting, "Fruits for sale, pay off the sweet to come." Listening to it is funny!
Walked for a while, saw the middle-aged woman in the sale of sugar gourds, she used the half-Mandarin hawking: "sugar gourds, sweet sugar gourds, children quickly come to buy yo!" Walking a few steps further, I found an old grandfather. He was really old! His face was covered with signs of age. I saw that he was selling sweet potatoes. Beside him was a cart of about his age, with a big stove on which the sweet potatoes emitted a tantalizing aroma. Coupled with the old grandfather's loud voice: "sell sweet potatoes, fragrant sweet potatoes ah! 3 dollars a 5 dollars two." The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world.
Walking on the bustling streets, watching the endless flow of people and listening to the southern and northern dialects of hawking, I feel very happy!
3. Hometown sounds essay with questions steelBehind the home is the Chuan Yang River, the river is particularly high in the coming and going of cargo ships, early in the morning can often hear the sound of the boat whine. The company's website has been updated with the latest information about the company's website, which is available on the Internet. Watching the sun go down and listening to the river waves whispering a quiet moment in time.
There is a small street next to the neighborhood, the street sells all kinds of things on both sides, the most lively time or early in the morning, there are out to buy breakfast, but more is the horse's sister-in-law asked the vendors: "How do you sell this vegetable?" "Can you make it cheaper?" The company's business is a very important part of the company's business, and it's a very important part of its business.
The tarmac road is often lined with cars, and occasionally a few sports cars drive by, bringing only ear-splitting noise. At night, the big moms play the sacred song and dance in the square to make people love it and hate it.
In fact, your voice is still very rich, just we do not pay attention so we can not hear.
Hometown, is the cradle of the wanderer; hometown voice, is the call of the heart.
The hometown is the cradle of the traveler, and the hometown voice is the call of the heart.
4. 700-word essay: Hometown soundsNowadays, every morning when I wake up, my ears are always silent. There is no trucks roar, no milkman glass bottles "ping ping ping" crash, not to mention the hawker's voice. Once in my hometown, this kind of sound distracted me, but now I recall, it seems that each sound has its own charm.
In school, during recess, the familiar sounds of my hometown still echo in my ears, compelling me to remember my hometown and that delightful and heartbreaking past.
That day was the day I parted from my former classmates, whose clothes, their movements, and especially their laughter, I will never forget. On that day, we went to a special place: a teahouse. We talked freely there. When we were thirsty, we drank a few sips of Coke; when we were hungry, we nibbled a few bites of cake, or else we played a game of chess here and a game of cards there, so leisurely! My classmates and I spent the morning reveling in the laughter. Another pot of black tea, a few cups of "cappuccino", three ice cream, to push the atmosphere to ***. But the light and bitter black tea made us scream "bitter"; the strong and bitter "cappuccino" made us laugh and cry; the cold ice cream made us helpless. We laughed in front of each other while trying to swallow what was in our mouths. Somehow, we inexplicably began to laugh, who does not know what we are laughing at, perhaps laughing at us pointing the wrong bar, just laugh especially loud, especially bright.
There was one student who made a particularly deep impression on me, and that was because he didn't know how much he had eaten in one day. Although I remember this incident vividly, but really can not remember. I just remember when we just ordered a drink, and in a blink of an eye, I saw an empty cup on the counter next to him. He smiled brightly and said, "I ...... I don't eat fast, right, probably you guys eat too slow, haha." He said and laughed while ordering another ice cream. We all "accompanied" him to eat a lot of food, eat no longer hold out, we had to laugh bitterly to him "begging for mercy". He said with a sly smile, "Hey, let me think about it ...... hmmm - well, but also with me to eat an ice cream!" He said and laughed again.
To be honest, I again want to remember the past kind of leisurely, carefree joy, and want to forget the sorrow of parting as soon as possible. Hometown ah! I hear your voice, I hear you calling me, right? Your voice took my soul, I have been like the main character of the "social theater", slowly, slowly immersed in a joyful and melancholy complex mood.
This essay is from: Composition Book,
5. Essay on the Sounds of the CountrysideDuring the eleventh long vacation in the second grade, I went to my grandmother's old house for a few days.
Grandma's hometown is in the countryside of Yantai, Shandong Province. Our family first took a plane at the capital airport and arrived in Yantai, and then, we changed to a van to rush to the countryside. Along the way, we saw a lot of green trees and grass, in the green tree cover neatly arranged a small house.
The air in the countryside is so fresh that even a few more snowstorms in Beijing would not be as good as the air there.
We stopped the car in front of a courtyard.
Before I got out of the car, a grandpa showed two big teeth and carried me out of the car. After my grandmother reminded me, I realized that this was my second uncle.
Then, came in a shorter than me, and the arm wrapped in a bandage of the boy, and uncle let me call him brother, if not introduced, I thought he was my younger brother it, his arm is the day before when riding a bike fell fracture. At the end of the day, I got to know my grand-uncle and big brother again, and I was so happy.
In a short while, my brothers and I got acquainted. According to my brothers, my uncle's family planted hundreds of fruit trees and a large peanut field! My brother and I went to the field, and picking apples, and pulling peanuts, eat a lot of fun, that fresh taste I can not forget for the rest of my life.
I don't see the gluttony of eating into this, but I'm not willing to do it, because I still miss those sweet chestnuts. I loved eating chestnuts when I was a kid, and the fried chestnuts make me drool when I think about them.
Even if the chestnuts were just picked in a weird way, and I didn't care if they were tied up. At that time, I did not know how to eat chestnuts, thought: just bite open the shell can be, my teeth are powerful, there are thorns are not afraid.
Then, I bit down on a mouthful, and I was full of thorns, and it hurt me to "ow, ow!" Only screamed. My brothers saw, laughed, but did not say anything, as if waiting for me to make a joke.
I was so angry that I spit the chestnut into my hand, and its thorns made me jump straight up. I hurriedly threw that hairy chestnut to the ground, blew the wound on my hand, and stomped on it twice.
I heard a "pop" sound, the chestnut finally cracked, revealing the chestnut inside, I picked up the brown chestnut, threw it into my mouth vigorously, chewed it, and said, "It's really delicious! But I still frowned, thinking, if I had done this a long time ago, wouldn't I have been able to eat the chestnuts a long time ago? In order to eat it to zap my mouth and pain, and hand pain, two brothers look at me that strange appearance, haha laugh up. The next day, we sat in that van again, reluctant to leave home, to travel to Weihai.
I hope to go back to my grandmother's hometown and other villages in the future, because the country life is so unforgettable to me.
6. Sounds in the Rain Essay 400 Words[Sounds in the Rain Essay 400 Words]There are many natural phenomena with sounds in my old home, and now I'm going to introduce a rain, Sounds in the Rain Essay 400 Words. That morning, I was enjoying the music that beautiful sound, suddenly struck a loud thunder, the radio signal messed up . I shook my head antennae in exasperation, but since I knew that signals transmit electricity when thunder strikes, I put the radio away and quietly listened to the sounds outside, Primary school 5th grade essay "Sounds in the Rain Essay 400 Words" . "Ding dong, ding dong" is the sound of raindrops hitting the lake; "snap, snap" is the sound of rain hitting the sundial; "clang, clang" - -It is the sound of rain on a brass bell, and the leaves of the trees are dancing in this beautiful rhythm, which makes people admire the elegance of the dance. Just as I was looking out the window at the rain, the lightning began to move again, like colored lights on a stage. "Rumble" - the thunder applause is like being in the world's first luxury music stage audience enthusiasm, watching the dance of the leaves, listening to the thunder applause, looking at the lightning lights, listening to the beautiful nature of the music, looking at the thin as a cloud of rain outside the Fluttering, let the cold raindrops in the body jumping, I closed my eyes, enjoying the coolness of the outside. I don't know when, the rain, gradually stopped. I just came back to my senses from the beautiful sound of the rain. But when I opened my eyes to look at the side, I was shocked: how all the quilts around me? Oh, the original sound is too beautiful, the brain will naturally in my eyes closed, a little sleepy situation like sleepwalking past! The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
7. to write an essay on the subject of sound 400 wordsWhat is nature? A beautiful music; a clear and beautiful picture; or the blue sky; colorful flowers; indomitable grass? I can not help but know, and there is no way to think.
What is nature. Life, like a colorful picture, there is joy and sadness; there is frustration and success; there are rich and poor.
But what is the point of all this? All of this meaning of everything from where ah, everything from where ultimately return to where. So, everything is always cycling through the same laws of nature all the time.
The color of life fades day by day, and finally monotonous only black and white. Happy people change day by day, and finally depressed only left sadness.
Don't know where to go, people lost their way. They need the guidance of nature.
Into the nature, look at the geese flying southeast of spring again. The trees are sprouting in the spring, and the leaves are falling in the fall.
This is the law of nature, everything is often repeated cycle. In the embrace of nature, the life of the world is full of vigor and power.
However, year after year there seems to be no change, but because of the vitality of all things and the blooming of the beautiful body, the infinite mystery because there are all things and more intriguing, esoteric. For this reason, a lot of literati to listen to the voice of nature, to appreciate the mystery of nature.
But most of the failure to exit, either for the world duster side solid blade change fork refreshing singing whale between the glory and wealth of the trip, or for their own interests and give up. Never can be a part of nature.
At this point, when you learn these lessons. Dear people ah! Love to listen to the voice of nature! Even if you don't have the mind of running water and the noble integrity of the lotus flower.
Please let us see ourselves more clearly, more perfect ourselves! Perhaps when you do this, you will also read the nature, listen to the voice of nature.
8. With an incident to write a person's voice composition (400 words)is a language class in third grade, Mr. Xu is colorful on the lesson.
But I thought that the next section is the physical education class, but can not help but wild, I looked out the window, as if in front of my eyes appeared when I played with my friends. "Zhou Shitong."
The voice of Mr. Xu calling my name came to my ears, "Can you tell me what I was talking about?" "I - I - I" I squeaked, scratched my ears, could not answer anything. Just then, the bell rang and Ms. Xu asked me to go to the office with her.
On the way to the office, I was downcast and ready to be scolded. "Report!" I walked into her office, and all of a sudden, I felt as if the air and time had frozen.
I waited for the teacher's criticism, but I didn't expect her to educate me kindly: "Zhou Shitong, I know that the next period is the physical education class, but when you learn, you have to learn well! If you don't study hard, how can you be worthy of yourself, your mom and dad, and the future motherland?" Hearing this, I lowered my head in shame. From then on, I listened carefully in class, after class seriously review, the results really improved a lot.
9. Write about people's speaking voices Essay 400You choose it yourself Brief comments Everyone has a family, and the situation of the family is different, either in the city, or in the countryside, or more people, or fewer people, or beautiful, or contradictory This article is written about the contradictions of a beautiful family, and through the emergence of the contradictions and the resolution of the conflicts, and further reflect the harmony of the family, happiness, and its good prospects. The article is about the conflicts in a harmonious family.
The ending of the article, the dissatisfaction after the satisfaction and the satisfaction of the whole family after the dissatisfaction, is very wonderful and reflects the new style of the family in the new era. My Family Beijing Changji Ah, I finally have a happy, joyful new family! I remember when I was a child, my father died of illness.
It took a lot of effort for my mom to move my household registration from the faraway county of Changhua in Qinghai Province to Beijing, where I lived with my grandmother. However, mom did not return to Beijing, she said, she loves the mountains there, the water there, the ravines there and the folks need her! The company's main goal is to provide the best possible service to its customers, and the company's goal is to provide the best possible service to its customers, and to provide the best possible service to its customers.
It turns out that there is a secret buried in my mother's heart: she does not know how to cook, cook, make clothes, take care of the children, and if she finds a partner, she will be a burden to others. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do with this, but I'm sure I'll be able to do with it!
I was so happy to hear that I jumped three feet high. I asked, "Where is he?" Mom told me joyfully, "Recently, he has been busy at work, and he will come to Beijing in a while."
From this day on, I thought every day: what is this dad like, does he have kids?
From that day on, I wondered what this dad was like, if he had kids, and if he would like me. One day, as I was doing my homework, I suddenly heard my mom call out in surprise, "Yo, Lao Zhang, how did you get here so fast? Come on, Xiaofang!" I immediately understood, three steps to the hallway, ah, standing in front of me, is a stout middle-aged man. He was wearing a straight jacket, thick black eyebrows, a pair of bright eyes radiating a gentle and kind light.
He approached me and gently patted my shoulder and said, "This is my daughter, right? At this time, I saw a chubby little boy behind my father, I pulled him to the side and looked at him, a solid man, round head a little crooked, a dusty clothes wrapped around his small iron egg-like body, he squinted his eyes, upper and lower eyelids straight fight.
He was so tired after the long journey, I was busy pulling him to the sofa to sit down.
My brother has an interesting name, called Erdan.
The two old men were very happy. Dad pulled Erdan again, let him call grandpa, grandma, mom.
Erdan called "mom" in a milky voice, which is even sweeter than mine! I'm not going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it," she said. I coyly whispered "Daddy."
My father gave a loud "Ai".
I could clearly see that his eyes were glistening with tears.
Mom, on the other hand, turned around and wiped her tears. I can't help but see my tears coming out.
Grandma and Grandpa wiped their tears and said, "These two children have parents!" Erdan looked at us curiously, as if asking, "What's wrong with you? You're laughing and crying at the same time." The first time I saw this, I was able to see it in the back of my head.
From now on, I can also enjoy the love of my parents and the warmth of my family. I hope that the children who have lost their families can have a new family as soon as possible, just as Erdan and I did!
This article is written from the point of view of introducing the changes in the family.
A broken family finally had a turnaround, a sad family finally had joy, people who love each other finally live together in peace and beauty, such a change highlights the joy of the family, the beauty of life, due to an implied comparison, leaving a deep impression. Everyone praised him Xia Ying "Old Xia is really a warm-hearted person."
"We are blessed to have old Xia as a neighbor." Whenever I hear this from my neighbors, I am always especially happy because it is a compliment to my grandfather! My grandfather is 64 years old this year, is a kind and friendly old man. He has a habit of being nosy.
And his own family does not care, other people's family is quite firm.
This is the first time I've ever seen a woman with a baby in her arms, and I've never seen one.
Just a moment ago, the sky was fine, but now it was like a child's face, with "tears" falling down. The first thing that came to my mind was that my neighbor, Uncle Zhao, and his family had gone to work, and the coal cake that was made in the morning was placed outside, and it was going to fall apart when it rained.
Thinking of this.
This is the first time I've ever seen a person who has been in a position to do this, and I'm not sure if I've ever been in a position to do it.
By the time the coal cake was moved, Grandpa had become a drenched chicken.
When he finished moving the coal, he was in the water. At this time, the grandmother came back, she looked at the coal cake, and then looked at the clothes hanging outside, all understood, a nameless fire rose, said: "Old man, I don't care about my own family's affairs, but the other people's affairs are quite firmly in charge of.
In the morning, I just washed my clothes and had to rewash them again, I don't have the strength.
This is the first time I've ever seen a woman who has been in the world for a long time.
Another time, Grandpa went to the hospital because of a cough, and on the way, he saw a sick man standing on the side of the road, grunting. The doctor thought he was a relative of the patient.
After seeing the patient, he also helped pay for the medicine, busy straight around.
The first time I saw the movie, I saw the movie, I saw the movie, I saw the movie, I saw the movie, I saw the movie.
In order to express his gratitude, he bought some things, said: "Comrade, the last time I was sick, thanks to you to send me to the hospital, no relatives, you also paid for my medicine, these things to make up for your body." The first time I saw this, I was able to get a good look at it, and I was able to get a good look at it, and I was able to get a good look at it.
Now, I understand that grandpa is not meddling, but doing a good deed. Brief comment A person, there are many experiences; a person's thoughts and character have many aspects, in a short exercise, we can not write his many aspects, which requires us to make a choice.
This article chooses an aspect of the grandfather, the old man's heart, through two things to show, write the old man's idea of helping people, written in a simple and specific. Grandpa came back Yu Haibing The night I sent my grandfather away, I had a strange dream: I dreamed that I jumped into my grandmother's arms and told her that my grandfather had returned.
10. Write several kinds of sound essay 400 words1. A summer day after, I was doing homework, suddenly felt a burst of cool, as if the sun to withdraw that baking fire, look up, only to see the rolling clouds rolled from all directions, like the wild waves of the sea, and the prairie in the herd of horses galloping, all of a sudden filled the sky. The sky and the earth were dark, and the wind blew up the confetti on the streets. The trees on the roadside bent over as if begging for mercy from the wind. The wind grew tighter and the sky grew darker. Suddenly, a bolt of lightning broke through the dark sky." Thunder and lightning shook the windows. The wind got stronger and stronger, and the sound of breaking glass and flower pots rang out from time to time. Suddenly, the rain started to fall, and it flowed down from the eaves like a transparent ribbon. The more it rained, I looked out through the glass window, only to see heaven and earth hung with a very wide, dense layers of curtains, a misty piece, looking into the distance, can only vaguely see a tree in the wind and rain in the violent shaking. It was really the wind and the rain that made the wind stronger. It rained heavily for an hour. The clouds closed and the rain stopped, the sun shone on the earth, the fragrance of the soil is refreshing, a few birds flying freely, they fly higher and higher, higher and higher ......
2. The large sea of reeds, the microwave ups and downs, the birds chirping and singing. However, my favorite thing to listen to is the crane song. Crane song is not only a symbol of happiness and good luck, but also the joyful music of my childhood.
I remember listening to the cranes when I was young, it was often a chance feeling when I was playing with my partner; every night, the reed pond became a paradise, in addition to the cranes, there are waterfowl, ducks, mandarin ducks, and a lot of birds that can't be named, and all of them are competing to be the first to make a variety of calls. Giggling, cackling, quacking. The crane's voice is the best and the loudest. That crisp and clear cry will bring you into a wonderful music kingdom.
The night is deep, the wind is strong, the fine rain hit on the reed leaves brushing sound. I heard people say that in the past, due to the blind reclamation of mudflats and hunting, the cries of wild cranes were seldom heard in the reed ponds; on this night, I never heard the cranes' cries either, and the cranes' voices were obliterated in the barbaric applause and modern civilization. So I felt a never-before-seen regret and loss, full of melancholy lying on a bench, listening to the sea of reeds shouting, watching the flow of clouds speeding until the dawn of the east.
Nature's celestial music is increasingly distant from us, at this moment, I seem to hear the cranes left on the paper by generations of writers and artists. Listening to cranes is the art of the heart, when you long for the time, the crane's long song will be drunk with the heart; listening to cranes is the sublimation of poetry, when you are sad when the cranes are crying like a cry; listening to the cranes also need a kind of love. Love cranes, love creatures, love nature.