1. An 800-word essay on the theme of the sound of spring
The winter snow melts and everything revives. The earth that has been sleeping for a winter gradually opens its eyes, and everything looks so beautiful. vitality. Miss Chun also let go of her singing voice and prepared to sing a song.
Listen, the new branches sway in the wind and make a "rustling" sound. This is its wish to spring: protect it from being tortured by bad people. It waves its young branches and throws itself into the embrace of spring. This is the sound of big trees.
Looking up, I saw homeless sparrows wandering in the sky. The sound of "chirping" seemed harsh at this time. This cry is a special farewell to the past winter and a warm welcome to the arrival of the new year. Spring is here, and after a winter of brewing and preparation, these products of the sky finally usher in their happy moment. This is the moment when they bloom into life. Listen to this sound, it is the bird's praise of spring.
A child's voice came from the vast prairie: "Ah! I can see green trees and red flowers again, and hear the chirping of birds. This beautiful spring is finally here "Soon, another child came and sighed: "I really hope this spring can last forever and never leave." At this time, a child with a sad face said: "Hey, why does spring come so fast? It’s here, I can’t play anymore.” He said he was playing and left with a sad face.
The voice of spring is warm and generous; the voice of spring is soft and comfortable; the voice of spring is the most beautiful voice in the world, and we need to taste it carefully.
The sun rose again the next day, and spring began to sing for another day. 2. Composition on listening to the sound of spring
The sound of cicadas in summer makes people forget to leave, and the fragrance of golden osmanthus in autumn makes people feel warm.
But I like the melody of spring. The vitality of spring. Listening to the "whirring" sound of the breeze blowing on the face, it brings such kindness and warmth to people, and the people's hearts become warm.
The spring breeze blows through the willow branches, and the "rustling" sound made by the leaves swaying slightly is also the melody of spring? The bird on the tree opened its throat and sang a beautiful song "chirp"... All living creatures woke up and sang their own melody. The spirit of spring The sound of spring is the sound of grass.
I don’t know when green shoots appeared in the withered grass. They broke through the soil after layers of obstacles and made a "ziz" sound.
Isn’t that “rustling” sound a sound of cheers and encouragement? In fact, our life should be like grass, with an indomitable spirit, overcoming numerous difficulties and finally achieving success. In the vast green.
It also secretly buds in the spring, boldly showing its beauty, it is the messenger of spring. The "flyers" came here humming the song "buzz buzz". Everyone gathered together and started a new life, adding vitality to spring.
The hope of spring The rain in spring is always continuous and soft. It moistens the earth, touches the earth, calls to the earth softly, and forms deep pools and streams without people knowing it. The best sound to hear is the crisp sound coming from the mouths of children. Children's voices are the purest sounds in the world.
Their voices need to be heard, they are full of hope, and they make new goals in their hearts. The campus in the spring morning is also the most beautiful place, and there is also the melody of spring here.
In the morning, the sound of reading is like a piece of exciting music. The sound of reading awakens all things in the world, the flowers smile, the willow branches bend with laughter, the river laughs with wrinkles, the grass laughs with tears... All things wake up, the new year of the heart comes again, a new year At the beginning, we need to create "the plan for the year lies in spring". We should work hard to sow seeds in this beautiful season.
Spring is colorful. As long as you listen carefully, you will find that spring is everywhere.
3. An essay describing the sounds of nature in spring
In the strange and unpredictable nature, various sounds are intertwined to form a wonderful natural symphony. In this majestic and spectacular symphony, there is a sound that is my favorite. Sometimes it is like a melodious flute, sometimes like a stormy sea. This is rain.
When I was a child, I didn’t like rain, because rain reminds me of tears. Rain seems to affect people’s mood. Whenever it rains, the dull weather, hazy sky, and muddy land, It was extremely annoying. Whenever it rained, I would hide at home and sleep to avoid the nasty weather. Now that I think about it, that's really funny.
As I grow up, I fall in love with rain. The sound of rain is always a kind of beauty in hearing. Whether it is careless hitting the sycamore tree or a shower hitting the lotus leaf, the rhythm is clear and audible. But what I like most is summer rain.
At first, the rain was not heavy, just like countless pearls falling on a jade plate. Especially the ancient music that beats on the roof tiles seems soft and sonorous, far away yet approaching. Heavy and gentle, dense and thin, bit by bit, it's like the meditation in Yu Boya's "Mountains and Flowing Waters". Like water and tenderness, the rain seems to be telling the gentle voice of the heart.
The rain is getting heavier and heavier, so loud that it hits the sycamore leaves with a crackling sound. The water flowing down from the eaves is noisy, crisp and sweet. It can be said that "big beads and small beads fall on the jade plate". It makes people feel relaxed and happy. Occasionally, when there is a gust of wind, the branches will twist and the leaves will whir, squeezing out thousands of water droplets, flying down, singing in harmony with the dripping water under the eaves, creating a symphony of nature.
As it continued to fall, the rain gradually became lighter, and the rain gradually returned to its original appearance. The bold and exciting rain seemed to be gone forever, and the rain returned to its pattering appearance.
Looking at the unpredictable rain, I can’t help but think of a lot. 4. Composition with the title "The Voice of"
(Composition on the same topic as the students, *** encouraged)
After winter, spring comes. It’s so inspiring to go outside and listen to the sounds of spring.
Listen to the sound of falling snow. It is the dance of spring snow, falling softly on the warm earth. It no longer sleeps forever, but wakes up after only sleeping for one morning. The sound of spring fell on the branches, and some birds began to sing. Although the sound was shivering, it was also gentle and ethereal. The stream in the upper reaches splashes white debris on the wide river bed, caresses the smooth pebbles, and plays a fresh ***. The small river flowed silently, and my heart was full of joy. There was no longer any cold freeze. I waved to the earth and ran freely into the distance.
The sound of spring is the sound of grass waking up. I don’t know when the green buds have flashed in the withered grass, like dots of green stars dotting the riverside park; the sound of spring is the sound of winter bamboo shoots breaking through the ground. Sound, each thick bamboo shoot broke through the obstacles and began to reach the ground. After going through many excavations, it still showed humankind its tenacious vitality, the power to welcome spring regardless of everything; the sound of spring is endless. The sound of drizzle falling on my body cannot be seen but can be felt. Listen with your heart. They create ripples in the depths of your soul. I hear the voice of joy echoing in my heart, calling me to work hard; the sound of spring is the sound of flowers. The sound of flowers blooming secretly welcomes the spring, and suddenly shows its beauty boldly. Overnight, in the cold wind, the flowers that have announced the year have come again; the sound of spring is the sound of the gentle breeze blowing, making people feel warm. People are moved and hold up the kite in the child's hand. It dances in the sky, blowing over the treetops, over the hills, across the city sky, and the earth is warm.
I like to listen to the voice of spring the most. It comes from the children’s mouths, its clear voice and confident voice, telling me that they are full of hope in the New Year. Quietly make a wish in every child's heart: Keep working hard and strive for excellent results in the new year! Write down the voice in your heart on a clean piece of paper: Be self-reliant, be self-reliant, and be a person who can stand upright! Make a promise loudly: I will work hard! The smiles rippling on their faces are the brightness of the spring sunshine and the confidence of racing against spring.
Beautiful sounds come from the campus in the morning, and the sound of books is like an exciting morning song, making countless hearts beat together with spring. Spring comes early again, the peach blossoms smile, the willow branches bend with laughter, the river wrinkles with laughter, and the students smile with the light of wisdom.
Listen, the sound of the book is the New Year's abacus. Every time you turn the book, a bead is set on the New Year's abacus. Listen, the loud and clear national anthem is the eternal voice of spring in our hearts.
Listen, we sing the most beautiful spring song under the team flag.
Listen, our oaths, together with the dove whistle, streak across the blue sky loud and clear. 5. Composition "Wonderful Sound"
In a noisy public place, you must want to throw your ears away. But in nature, those sounds are so beautiful, you need to listen carefully!
Spring has arrived in the forest, and she gently blows through the delicate and smooth leaves, making a "rustling" sound. She moistened the calm and beautiful river with her soft raindrops. The raindrops fell on her face, "Wow!" Xiaohe's face became crystal clear! I played for a long time in the spring. Her voice was so beautiful, and just like that, with softness, spring left.
Xia rushed to the forest after hearing the news, shining the dazzling sunlight on the lush green leaves, evaporating countless small water droplets, "tick-tock", making music that the rough people could not hear. While taking care of the lotus in summer, the lotus swayed its petals and sang a warm voice.
Autumn drifted into the forest, stroking the chrysanthemum girl and playing the harp. The "quick" tone filled the forest. Autumn also used raindrops to protect the sweet-scented osmanthus "Ta, Ta, Ta!" The crisp and sweet singing fills the air in autumn, adding a bit of tranquility!
I came to the forest running in winter, covering the grass and flowers with quilts with pure white snowflakes, making a rustling sound, the cold wind blowing the wintersweet, "rustling", this sound is in my ears Echo!
Spring, summer, autumn and winter dress up this beautiful nature with their own voices.
6. Composition; The most beautiful voice
My wife had a fight. The reason is ridiculous, just because she lost a pen, but she was the first one to come and ask if I had taken it. After being good friends for so long, she actually suspected that I was a thief! Of course I didn't take her pen. It felt so uncomfortable to be wronged, so I quarreled with my good sister Xianzi. I rushed home, but within two hours I regretted it. That pen belonged to her father. As a birthday gift, Xianzi was so precious that she refused to let anyone touch it. Now that the pen was lost, it was understandable that she came to ask me anxiously. After thinking about it, I decided to call Xianzi, but the call Several times there was no answer. I went to Xianzi's house, but she was not there. The person who opened the door was Xianzi's sister Xiao Wei. When she heard that we had quarreled, Xiao Wei's tone suddenly became very frightened: "You didn't make your sister angry, did you? She has a bad heart, you have to let her go. Go and persuade her to stop anything happening!" For a moment, I felt that my heart stopped beating, as if I was the one suffering from the heart disease. Just when I was looking around in a panic, Xianzi's call came: "I should never doubt you, don't be angry with me, okay? I'm in the community library, you can come too." At this moment, I suddenly felt that Xianzi's words were the first thing I had ever heard in my life. The most beautiful voice I have ever heard, because of her forgiveness and because her voice sounded harmless. I ran all the way to the library and hugged the string in front of the bookshelf tightly: "You have made so many phone calls. If you don't answer, I'm worried to death. I heard Xiao Wei said that you have a heart disease and you can't be emotional. Are you okay now?" Xianzi was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "Don't listen to Xiao Wei's nonsense, she is teasing. You are playing. Look, I am not doing well. Mobile phones are not allowed in the library. I just saw the missed call record and made a call. Don’t be angry. Let’s make up." "Yeah." Books Under the warm lights of the museum, we both laughed. Originally, I thought the most beautiful sound was music, which was really a "nice" sound. But now I understand that some sounds are meaningless to others, but to me It is still the most wonderful. Just like Rong Xianzi’s apology, in my mind it is the whole meaning of friendship. 7. Composition on the Sound of Thunderstorm
After dinner, my father and I were walking near my house. Suddenly a strong wind blew, making the dust fly and the leaves rustling.
Immediately afterwards, several dazzling bolts of lightning pierced the night sky, and in an instant, there was a roar of thunder from the horizon, like the sound of drums and the sound of war chariots rolling past on an ancient battlefield. After a while, big raindrops fell, crackling like beans that exploded in a pot.
My father and I hurried home. When we got home, our father and I were soaked like drowned rats. Looking out the window, outside, heavy rain fell from the sky, fell on the roof, gathered into water and flowed down, making a "swishing" sound, like the beating of an exciting war drum.
After my father and I finished scrubbing and combing, we lay on the bed and looked out the window. I seemed to be on a fierce ancient battlefield. I was leading the army to resist the invasion of foreign enemies. At the front, I am leading the cavalry to fight bravely, followed closely by the infantry. They hold a spear in one hand and a shield in the other. The archers and slingers on the city wall are ready for battle at any time. In the city tower, gongs and drummers are beating drums to cheer. .
The entire battle was going on fiercely, with shouts, fighting sounds, gongs and drums, rolling logs, thunder and stones impacting and blasting, and the neighing of war horses, as if playing a bold symphony. Unknowingly, I fell into sleep...