The voice of snow composition 1 childhood life is colorful, innocent and unforgettable. Now, whenever I hear the song "The Sound of Snow Falling", I can't help but recall the sound of snow hitting my head in my childhood.
That year, there was a heavy snow in Taizhou and the curtains were opened. The scenery just responded to Chairman Mao's words: Thousands of miles are frozen, and snow drifts in Wan Li. Although the heavy snow has brought a lot of inconvenience to office workers, it is a great opportunity for us "little things" to rest at home. So, I invited my big cousin Tu and my second cousin Shen to have a snowball fight.
When the battle started, big cousin Tu took the lead in attacking Shen, but because the ground was slippery, Tu got off to a bad start and fell to the ground with a bang. Shen was very happy and pursued him. At this time, hiding in the bushes, I set off, while applying for repairing the knife path, and two snowballs hit their heads. Seeing that I hit two people at once, I smiled proudly.
Just when I was in high spirits, Shenhetu changed his strategy and joined forces to attack me. I hurried away and took advantage of my familiarity with the terrain to make a handsome counterattack. Who would have thought that my prediction was wrong and the snowball was crooked? They laughed twice and immediately threw out the snowballs in their hands, beating me out of the water. I held up a big snowball and threw it at Shen. I don't want to hit my snowball with a small snowball. Broken snow spilled on my head. They laughed and said, "I lifted a snowdrift and smashed my head."
We were having a good time when my mother suddenly asked us to go back for lunch. I ran back empty-handed and suddenly took out two snowballs and pretended to hit me. Shen said, "Put on your hat to protect yourself!" "Then I smiled in the opposite direction. I put on my hat without realizing it. But the hat was full of snow, which spilled all over my face.
I was not convinced of the trap, so I asked my mother, "How much bigger is Shenhetu than me?" Mom said, "One year old." I pouted and said, "Oh, I will be as old as them next year." My mother gave me a speechless look.
The sound of snow falling on my head is an eternal memory of my childhood, which makes my childhood unforgettable.
The Voice of Snow Composition 2 Do you think that snow will be dumb as soon as it touches the earth? He came to this dirty and pure earth with the sound of metal collision. The magnificent hexagonal petals, as light as smoke, as moist as jade and as white as clouds, quietly fell to the ground. Looking around, the whole world is white, like a fairy-tale kingdom of ice and snow. Houses and trees are covered with pure snow everywhere. I like unpolluted snowfields. If someone steps on dirty marks on the snow, I will show hatred and regret.
Heavy snow! You never care about being poor and loving being rich. You fall in a low country house or a reinforced concrete jungle, but you still keep your purity and beauty. You always show your purity. You cover a dirty and pure world, and you try to make it clean and spotless. But that's just an ideal. How sad you will be when you find that it is futile and you can't make everything in this world as pure as you! The trampled snow is still dirty. Just like a person's mind is polluted by "evil", but adhering to ideals and guarding holiness is the direction that human beings will always strive for and the goal that you will strive for all your life.
With the continuous development and innovation of society, human needs have been met and material life has been improved. People care less and less about spiritual life, and their hearts are getting dirty. Nothing can be as pure as snow. Why can't the hearts between people be as spotless as snow? I can't help feeling pity at the thought of this.
It's snowing You are the embodiment of truth, goodness and beauty. May your heart be as pure as yours!
Xue dubbing and composing 3 "Wonders in the World". There are many wonderful voices in our life. As long as we listen attentively, we can hear many interesting voices! For example, when I was a child, I quietly lay in my mother's arms, listening to beautiful lullabies. When I was older, I ignored the soil and listened to the "Insect Concert" in the grass. Now, I like to stand alone in the snow and listen to the faint sound of snowflakes.
Snow comes and goes gently, but you think it is wrong for him not to make any noise.
When you stand alone in the middle of Xie, you will feel that the world is so quiet, and you can clearly hear the sound of small snowflakes falling to the ground. Then, the whole person blends into nature, closes his eyes and imagines that he is also a faint snowflake. You will feel that the snow is not silent, but snickers in a low voice. Although you will hear the sound of snow laughing, you will feel that the world is so quiet and harmonious, which is far from what you know.
Leaning under a big tree in the stormy snowstorm, quietly ignoring the howling wind and scattered snowflakes. This is a different mood. Leaning under the windbreak, listening to the snowstorm. Put yourself in, and you will feel as if he is venting something, that kind of dissatisfaction, that kind of anger. It is beyond the narrative scope of language, and only by being in it can you feel that there is no space for injustice and fetters. Like a herd of wild horses running. You can also hear the moodiness of snow.
Open your eyes when the snow stops. You will never feel that you are in a world of snow. Endless white. After that, you are sure to hear the sound of snow.
The Voice of Snow Composition 4 In my world, voice is essential. Listen to the tranquility and joy in the chorus of summer night, "the bright moon surprises magpies, and the breeze chirps at midnight"; Listen, the playful sound of "the laundry girl returns to the bamboo language and the lotus leaves are harvested before the fishing boat" is very interesting; And that "silent and precious stream in the spring", the murmur of spring water flowing into the heart! On this snowy day, sit quietly by the window and listen to the sound of snow.
However, does the arrival of snow really have a sound? Did you hear that? Didn't it skim the roof like a midnight cat? Even, far more than that. Snowflakes all over the sky whisper down with the oblique cold wind, and sometimes swirl. This caused the children outside the window to make exaggerated exclamations. I think snowflakes must have got into their neckline when they were not looking. Listen, the children are playing. Isn't that the sound of snow? Snow has come, and its arrival has injected soul and strength into this seemingly cold winter. The song "creaking" at the foot, the snowball flying around "whistling" and the snowman laughing like a silver bell are all songs of this winter, and the snow is singing.
The snow came and clothed the bare branches. What a beautiful dress that is! Round, furry and white. Against the slightly swaying cold wind, the trees with flowers on their heads danced heartily. Listen, "sasha vujacic, sasha vujacic", that's the tree singing for snow, that's the soul of snow singing! Yes, it sings "Snow indicates a bumper year" with branches to congratulate the joy of the coming year.
Oh, the snowman's happy figure, the singing of trees and the children's playful voices are all singing happily by the snow. It plays the music of spring in its own pure and unique way.
Sit quietly by the window and listen to the sound of snow.
The Sound of Snow Composition 5 In my childhood memory, I often hear the sound of snow drifting in 20xx.
Snow is very small, fine and soft, dancing lightly in the air like a newborn baby, as fine as a baby's breath, and can't be caught by holding your breath. The sound of breathing is so soft and beautiful, just like the iceberg snow lotus carefully opening its petals, which keeps you away from the noise of the world and enjoys the gift of nature.
The snow is getting bigger and bigger, spinning in the air, like cherry petals, simple and shy. Listen, aren't they playing in the air? I want to hold the crystal-clear hexagonal petals in my hand, which is a miracle from the sky. As a result, there are crystal drops slowly infiltrating into the fine skin, accompanied by eternal flapping music, when I open my heart to listen to the sound of snow in the silent forest.
At this time, the snow that has been on the earth for some time has turned into small ice crystals. Playing in the air will make a tinkling sound, and the tinkling song is so ethereal. I can't stand the temptation. In the touch of ice crystals stroking my face, in the singing of snow and wind, I ran happily ... the ethereal echo of tinkling lingered in my heart, but I couldn't hear it clearly, just like endless stars, which were visible and tangible. I really want to listen to happy songs.
Many, many snowflakes played beautiful sounds of nature, which I will never forget. Listen carefully to the sound of 20xx snow. It seems that the sound of 20xx snow is lingering in my ears again.
Comments: Through the memory of 20xx snow, the author brings the sound of snow to life, as if bringing readers into the world of snow.
The Voice of Snow Composition 6 "Look, it's snowing!" My mother said to me excitedly. I was attracted by my mother's voice to the window and looked out. Little snowflakes were falling slowly, and my face could not help showing some joy. I hope they can bring me a real heavy snow.
Soon, the city has been covered with a layer of silver by snowflakes. Every snowflake falls gently in the rotation, and countless snowflakes gather into a beautiful scenery. The tall buildings in the city seem to be lost in the waves of the sea.
Facing the snow, I want to recite some poems about snow scenes I have learned, but I can't remember them. It turns out that the natural scenery is beyond our words. Although I can't describe it, I can listen to the sound of snow with my heart.
It is snowing heavily, and snowflakes are dancing in various postures in the air, or flying (xiánɡ), or hovering, or falling straight and quickly, and laying on the ground ... At this moment, everything is beautiful and everything is quiet (jii). Standing at the window, I seem to hear the laughter of snowflakes and their whispers. Xuemei, what are you talking about?
Before the snow stopped, I couldn't help running downstairs and having a snowball fight. I had a good time. Although it is still snowing, I don't feel cold. Snowflakes let me knead them into round snowballs and smash them everywhere. They praised our childhood with unique language. Listen-rustle, creak (zh:) creak (ā).
Snowflakes on the ground bathed in sunshine and enjoyed the last moment of joy. I think, are you still happy when it melts? I think so, too. Go back to the embrace of Mother Earth and wait for the next spring to become a petal (bàn). Isn't this feeling of expectation happy?
When it snows again, let's just stand by the window and listen to the sound of every snowflake.
The Voice of Snow Composition 7 Snow, holy and quiet, is Cen Can's optimism that "the spring breeze comes and the night comes, blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees" and Xie Daowen's yearning for "no catkins because of the wind".
"Snow, white and flawless, begins with the romance of fog, the carefree rain, the overlapping of clouds, the natural connection of dew, the whiteness of snow, the clarity of ice, and finally the ordinary and quiet water." The leisurely falling snowflakes, like butterflies looking for dreams and elegant music notation, adorn the whole winter, giving this season, which sounds like the sky is closed and life seems to be sleeping, a little more vitality and making winter more beautiful. At the same time, snow is the sustenance of many bosom friends' feelings, the sustenance of hope and the dream of many people far away. When the snow in the water finally calmed down, it seemed that she was not calm either; When the sun shines down and the surroundings get warmer, she adds power to the stream and drives it to the distance-the sound of the stream is the sound of snow falling. In the field made of powder, wheat seedlings are covered with thick quilts, absorbing nutrients and feeling the warmth of snow; Listen, the sound of wheat seedling growth is the sound of snow falling. She turned her vitality into the driving force for the growth of wheat seedlings and existed in the world in another form.
Snow-covered bamboo forest, white and green, like an old man, white-haired, but tenacious and full of vitality. Listen, the sound of bamboo jointing and growing is the sound of snow falling.
Snow supplies everything and adds vitality to them; Bamboo shoots come out of the soil, and grass wakes up from hibernation ... Listen, that's the sound of snow falling-she decorated the winter with people's sustenance, and even after death, she is nourishing the earth. She devoted her life and then died.
The earth wrapped in white seems to be waiting for everything, waiting for the new atmosphere full of vitality after the snow. After the snow, people woke up from a deep sleep. Snow White has finished her mission and her life is over. From the beginning to the end of her life, she tried her best to give back to nature, just like a crow feeds back the earth mother who gave birth to her. Then the scene of the revival of everything is the best proof.
"Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers." Let's listen to the most beautiful music in the world, just like the brilliant music notation's burnt-out snowflake; Listen, the sound of snow falling.
Listen, the sound of snow is beautiful.
I like listening to the sound of falling snow and walking quietly under the falling snow sky.
Snowflakes are the most beautiful spirits in this season. It is like a butterfly chasing a dream, flying around with the smile in my eyes.
One snowflake, two snowflakes, countless snowflakes are beautiful in front of us, as if it were the girl's kiss, shy, cold and so warm, and my heart at that moment, I don't know how much love and faint warmth will be born. ...
Some people say that the sound of falling snow is the voice of an angel, and those who can hear it will be happy all their lives.
So I pricked up my ears and listened hard. The snowflake rustling is better than the familiar melody played on my mobile phone, because there is no music like the sound of nature.
Snowflake, the most holy flower in the world, blooms quietly, listens quietly, and listens to this heavenly melody. The impetuousness and noise in the world seem to leave me at that moment, leaving only purity, the carefree mind forgetting everything, and the dullness and peace of life breathing freely in a dust-free world.
Some people say, "listening to snow is also listening to the heart." At the moment of listening to the snow, a beautiful lotus will definitely bloom in my heart. "
Yes, how many peaceful hearts should there be to listen and understand at the moment when the snow falls? How many pairs of clear eyes should there be, staring at the peerless love between heaven and earth?
In fact, life is as white as snow and the soul should be as pure as snow.
If you and I can walk through the years with a clear head and a calm mind, our hearts will naturally be as calm as snowflakes. We will learn to look at the world with appreciation, look at the people around us, and face everything, and our hearts will be more calm.
In the snowy years, silence is better than sound. In the vicissitudes of life, you and I are on the journey of life. The only wish is to make our life quiet and peaceful for a while. Then, in the sound of falling snow, we will abide by the beauty and promise in life, and let our hearts bloom with beautiful flowers, feelings, or love, or be moved by the holiness and greetings in our hearts.