The voice of nature is sweet; The voice of nature is rough; The sound of nature is mixed with a little childishness. When I was a child, during the summer vacation, my father took me to a place in the country for the summer vacation. There is a stream with small fish and only a few fish. But I don't care so much. I walked into the stream and stamped my feet in the water.
In the sunset, with a little silver foil, listen, this is the laughter of nature playing with me happily! In winter, my family and I warm ourselves around the electric stove and watch performances. There is a warm picture in the room, but the cold wind is ringing outside. This is the voice of nature with "anger". Sasha, hey. This is the sound of spring wind. As the leaves danced gracefully, her voice was sweet and pleasant. I don't know how she has such a good voice. Whoo! The "fierce" autumn mother-in-law is angry! These poor little leaves are being pulled down from their mother-the tree! Little tree Ye Er cried and didn't want to leave. Mother Tree also waved sadly and said goodbye to her children. This reminds me of those vulgar TV dramas. ) but this is a worrying voice! I can't stand being an audience any longer, so I have to walk home quickly. ..... Nature, what an unpredictable child! After a while, I was very happy. Wan Li was clear and Wan Li was cloudless, and the sun was shining brightly-this hurt the girls who loved beauty! After a while, the sky was covered with dark clouds-as if it were a scene that everyone knew when the goblins came in the Journey to the West! Then I cried so hard that people were caught off guard-one by one! ..... Nature, you are like us now-unpredictable!
2. Write a composition (more than 400 words) describing three voices for your reference.
I hope you can write your composition well.
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After a summer, I was doing my homework, and suddenly I felt cold, as if the sun had taken back the burning fire. I looked up and saw dark clouds rolling in from all directions, just like wild waves in the sea and galloping horses on the grassland, which instantly filled the sky. The world was dark and the wind blew up the scraps of paper in the street. The trees on the roadside bent down, as if begging for mercy from the wind. The wind is getting tighter and tighter. A flash of lightning pierced the dark sky. When lightning strikes, the windows are shaking. The wind is blowing harder and harder, and the sound of broken glass and broken flowerpots rings from time to time. Suddenly, the rain poured down, and the rain gathered from the eaves like a transparent ribbon. It is raining harder and harder. I looked out through the glass window and saw a very wide and dense bead curtain hanging between heaven and earth. I can only vaguely see the trees shaking violently in the wind and rain. It's really a storm, and rain borrows the power of the wind. It rained cats and dogs for a whole hour. Clouds stop raining, the sun shines on the earth, and the fragrance of the soil is refreshing. Several birds are flying freely, and they are flying higher and higher. ...
3. Ask for a 400-word sound description fragment. In the early spring, when everything around us is flashing and gradually cracking, we have already smelled the warmth of the earth through the thick moisture of snowmelt. Where the snow melts, in the oblique sunlight, larks sing innocently, and the rapids make pleasant noises and growls, rushing from one valley to another.
Near the end, the sound suddenly rises again, like a rushing water, splashing after hitting a reef; For example, sweeping across the sea and rushing to the rapids at very high places; Like a dragon flying in the mountains. After hovering for a while, it rushed up. Then, I tried my best to grasp its indomitable spirit, like a Yin Yan wandering around in the time tunnel, and finally rushed straight up, and an export of the word "original" fell like a pearl and hit the floor.
4. Choose a topic to write a composition describing sound, and the language should be beautiful. The number of words should be above 400. In the strange and unpredictable nature, all kinds of sounds are intertwined to form a wonderful natural symphony. In this magnificent symphony, there is a voice that I like best. It is rain, such as melodious flute and stormy waves. I didn't like rain when I was a child, because it brought me into contact. Rain seems to affect people's mood. Whenever it rains, dull weather, cloudy sky and muddy land are particularly annoying. Whenever it rains, I sleep at home to avoid the nasty weather. Now that I think about it, it's really funny. When I grew up, I fell in love with the rain. The sound of rain is always a kind of aesthetic feeling in hearing, whether it is neglecting to hit the phoenix tree or the lotus leaf in the shower, the rhythm is crisp and audible. But I like it best. As if countless pearls fell on the jade plate, especially the ancient music that struck the roof tiles, it seemed soft and sonorous, and it seemed to approach in the distance. It is heavy and light, dense and detailed, bit by bit, much like the meditation in Yu Boya's Mountain Flowing Water. As tender as water, the sound of rain seems to be telling a euphemistic voice. The rain is getting louder and louder, hitting the plane blades, and the water flowing from the eaves is noisy and serious. It makes people feel relaxed and happy. Occasionally, there is a gust of wind, the branches twist their bodies, the leaves whir, and thousands of water drops are squeezed out and fly down, creating a symphony of nature with the water drops dripping under the eaves. With the rain, the rain gradually returned to its original appearance, and the heroic agitation seemed to be gone forever, and the rain resumed its intermittent appearance. Looking at this unpredictable rain, I can't help but think of it.
5. Write 400 words about pronunciation and cook. Today is the weekend without going to school, so I seldom sleep late and don't get up until 9 o'clock.
The first thing I did after I went downstairs was to look at the small blackboard-our language interactive board, which was to look at the message board to see if there were any messages. Because mom and dad are not at home, they will definitely leave me a message. Sure enough, there is a passage on the blackboard: "Ningning, your father and I will go out to do something, and we won't come back for dinner at noon. The dishes and recipes are on the table. You can solve your gastrointestinal problems yourself and get a reward at night-mom will stay." After reading it, my heart thumped and fell to the ground with a plop. However, I still said to myself: "Ningning, come on!" " I started making breakfast. I decided to make a square omelet.
First of all, I poured some oil into the pot and slammed on the fire to make the range hood turn. After a while, the oil became hot. I gently cracked the eggshell, broke it with my hand, and put the egg white and yolk into the pot. At this moment, the pan made a sizzling sound, which scared me. I quickly found a shovel "bang bang" to break the egg and "zi zi" to turn it over. Oh, Huang Cancan's eggs are ripe. I scooped up the eggs with a shovel and put them on the prepared cake, then coated them with peanut butter and served them to the table to enjoy. "Bang, bang, bang", and soon I finished this delicious omelet. The omelet I made was delicious, but the eggs were a little mushy and my mouth was full of peanut butter, which was embarrassing.
At noon, I made fried rice with cucumber and eggs. Mom and dad came back and praised my fried rice and rewarded me with an hour to play computer games. I giggled.
6. composition about sound 400 words rain
The ancients praised the beauty of nature, and they all loved romance. But I like to rain alone.
Rain includes Mao Mao rain, sparse rain, shower, rainstorm, heavy rain, light rain, rainy day, rainy day, lewd rain, good rain, dense rain, misty rain, Mao Mao rain, apricot rain, Huang Meiyu rain, bean flower rain, mulberry rain, downpour and timely rain. Rain has a different feeling in everyone's eyes.
The most touching thing is the spring rain. She is so gentle and warm, walking in the drizzle together, it is easy to fall into a romantic atmosphere.
Nothing is more pleasant than the rain in summer. She came so suddenly and enthusiastically, washed her mind in the torrential rain, and the irritability and block in her chest were swept away.
There is nothing more chic than autumn rain. She is so elegant and relaxed. If you meditate leisurely in the misty rain, you will feel the charm of mature life.
The heaviest thing is the winter rain. She is so cold and sad. Looking back in the drumming shower will remind you of the past melancholy and the beautiful night of attachment.
I like shopping in the rain. The dense raindrops dispersed the noise, noise and desolation of the metropolis, so the narrow streets in the past suddenly became wide and long; The faint raindrops washed away the dust, filth and impurities in the street center, so everything gradually showed a bright and pure luster, greener and redder, and better looking. Handfuls of colorful umbrellas, like slim girls, adorn the streets with various customs.
I prefer traveling in the rain. The solemn green hills turned out to be charming, and the dark green water seemed so gentle. The jungle became wet and the stone steps became light. Seeing clouds in the rain is unpredictable, just like life is unpredictable; Boating in the rain for fun, far and near are hazy, and people are in poetry.
On rainy days, it is better to hide in a small building, hide in a humble room, make friends with three or five friends, or have tea to catch up, talk about the wind, talk about the legend of heroes, and talk about the absurdity of the world; Or listen to the string in the rain, Jiangnan style music theory, big strings and small strings are intentional.
The rain without friends is pleasant, sitting alone under the window listening to the rain and reading, reading poems and songs, reading good novels, such as bathing in spring rain, drinking old wine and seeing the truth. Or worried, frowning and sighing, crying for the ancients; Or beaming, long-cherished wish, get eternal friends.
I am predestined friends with the rain, because many strange ideas germinate in the rain; I am destined for rain, and many wonderful stories have changed because of my sensitive heart.
Listen to the sounds of nature, and you will find everything is so beautiful.
Listen to the whispers of birds in nature. The rhythmic sound is so beautiful, as if a great band is playing, which can drive away your fatigue and get a refreshing and * * *.
Listen to the murmuring stream in nature, which is light and pleasant. She tinkled forward, took away your sadness and got happiness and dreams.
Listen to the sound of autumn leaves falling in nature. He showed a kind of obscurity. Decorate the whole tree when you are young; When I was old, I turned it into fertilizer and contributed myself to the tree. This kind of voice can arouse your willingness to help others, and then you will realize the benefits of helping others.
Listen to the sound of the rising sun in nature. This voice is a new power, which means that it will spread its light to the whole world on this day. Let's be full of vigor and vitality in the new day.
Listen to nature.
Listen to the sound of any creature in nature, and you will find it beautiful.
8. Listen, what's that noise? Listen to the composition of about 400 words! What's that noise? It turns out that spring has come. Spring is a beautiful and lively girl. She walked towards us with light steps. Listen! This is the girl's footsteps in spring. Now it's ringing, chirping, rustling, laughing, and ... "Wow ..." Listen, this is the sound of running water. The water in the river was imprisoned for a whole winter, and finally the ice and snow melted, and the river rushed into the distance and merged into the sea. "Wow, wow …" Haw, Haw "Listen, what an interesting singing contest it is! The weather is warm and birds fly from the south. A singing contest is being held under the eaves. All kinds of birds send members to compete for songs. How pleasant it is to chirp. What's that rustling sound? Let me tell you, this is the grass called "endless spring breeze". Spring has come, everything has revived, and grass has broken ground. Listen carefully to this rustling sound, which is telling us a story of never giving up and perseverance. " Ha ha ha, ha ha ha ",listen, this is the children's laughter. How beautiful this silvery laughter is! The children stayed indoors all winter and now they are finally liberated. They play with their friends, carefree and unrestrained. Let those adults see that they all want to go back to the good times of childhood ... Teacher Chun not only brought us vibrant and colorful scenes, but also brought us many wonderful voices. Listen attentively, and you will hear Miss Chun coming to us.
9. Write a 400-word composition 1 in several voices. After a summer, I was doing my homework, and suddenly I felt cold, as if the sun had taken back the burning fire. I looked up and saw rolling clouds rolling in from all directions, just like wild waves in the sea and galloping horses on the grassland, which filled the sky instantly. The world was dark, and the wind blew up the scraps of paper in the street. The roadside is very big. As if begging for mercy from the wind. The wind is blowing harder and the sky is getting darker and darker. Suddenly, a flash of lightning pierced the dark sky. When lightning strikes, the windows are shaking. The wind is blowing harder and harder, and the sound of broken glass and broken flowerpots rings from time to time. Suddenly, the rain fell from the eaves like a transparent ribbon. It was raining harder and harder, and I went through the window. Thick layers of bead curtains, in a daze, looking into the distance, can only vaguely see the trees shaking violently in the wind and rain. It's really a storm. Rain borrows wind. It rained cats and dogs for a whole hour. Clouds stop raining, the sun shines on the earth, and the fragrance of the soil makes people feel relaxed and happy. Several birds are flying freely, and they are flying higher and higher. ...
2. The vast reed sea, microwave ups and downs, birds chirping. However, my favorite is the crane. Heming is not only a symbol of happiness and auspiciousness, but also the cheerful music of my childhood.
I remember listening to cranes as a child was an accidental feeling when I often played with my partners. Every night, the reed pond becomes a paradise. In addition to the red-crowned crane, there are waterfowl, wild ducks, mandarin ducks, and many unknown birds, all of which are scrambling to make various calls. Complain, giggle, giggle. Crane's voice is the best and the loudest. That crisp and high-spirited cry will bring you into a wonderful music kingdom.
It was late at night, and the wind was very strong. Fine raindrops brushed the reed leaves. It is said that in the past, because of blind reclamation and hunting, wild cranes were rarely heard in reed ponds; That night, I never heard the crane's cry again. The crane's voice disappeared in the savage applause and modern civilization. So I felt a kind of regret and loss that I had never felt before, lying on a stool full of melancholy, listening to Wei Hai's cries and watching the flowing clouds gallop until the dawn of the East.
The voice of nature is getting farther and farther away from us. At this moment, I seem to hear the cranes left on the paper by scholars of all ages. Listening to cranes is the art of the heart. When you look forward to it, the long crane will intoxicate your heart. Listening to cranes is the sublimation of poetry. When you are sad, the crane seems to be crying. Listening to cranes also needs a kind of love. Love cranes, love creatures and love nature.
10. My classmate's composition requires 300 words: psychological description, action description, language description and expression. I have a classmate named Chen Junliang. He is an active little boy. He has an oval face, a small mouth, delicate eyes, cheerful personality and good at thinking. He is good at all subjects, especially math, and answers all questions well. I'm so happy. Teacher Lin read us the homework of Triangle Man. There is only one person in the class, Liang Jun. It's him again Teacher Lin took out his exercise book and began to read his answers to us. Everyone listened with relish, and even I was deeply attracted. I think his answer is very wonderful. Teacher Lin finally said, "Liang Jun answered this question well. Did you hear clearly? " The students' loud answers were deafening, but I thought to myself that I would have to ask him for advice after class. Then we changed it ourselves, and it wasn't so superb. The teacher asked a classmate to read her answer. After he spoke for a long time, we felt that it was not as good as Liang Jun's answer. The teacher praised Liang Jun again, which made me envious. After class, I was the first to go to Liang Jun and ask him why he answered so well. I said what I thought, then turned and walked away with a smile. I really stared at the monk-I couldn't figure it out. I thought, Lang Jun, isn't this another joke on me? I was teased by him again! "This person is strange." You slowly savor his movements, and the answer comes out, doesn't it? .