After listening to the excellent composition about life 1, what impressed me the most was a famous saying by Pascal of France: "Man is a thinking reed." What he said is that people are noble because they have a thinking soul, which is the smallness and fragility of life itself. This is true, but I appreciate the tenacity and tenacity of life and the beauty of life because of love.
Reading the first chapter, about life among rocks, I was almost moved to tears. The uncertain wind scatters the seeds that have not been picked to the ends of the earth. When they can no longer find land, they put their last hope in this gap. Maybe it's just a bunch of nameless weeds. Chun Lv is autumn and yellow, ancient and brilliant; Maybe it's just a small group of mountain flowers, which are hot in summer and cold in winter and bloom every year. They occupied a world for themselves in a living space that did not belong to them. This is the lofty embodiment of life and the most perfect symbol of perseverance and will. It inspires all life and sets an example. This tearful persistence and struggle.
And many times, as the tallest creatures in nature, we are far behind such weeds. People are cowardly, greedy and selfish, and people use all the excuses they can find to cover up their abandonment. Twenty-three years ago in the spring, there was a young man lying on the track of Shanhaiguan. It was his 25th birthday. This is Haizi, written facing the sea, spring blossoms. He is a poet who has crawled all his life on the earth with a juicy voice, calling for the growth of food and vegetables. He ended his life in such a cruel way. He is thoughtful and wise. He may have thousands of reasons, but he lost a heart to fight for life.
Life is always associated with love.
Listen to excellent composition 2. Listen to the songs of nature, and you will feel the magical pulse of nature; Listen to the whispers of nature, and you will hear the unique melody of nature; Listen to the voice of nature and you will appreciate its unique beauty.
Listen, the sound of the wind! Naughty wind is sitting on a high branch, playing beautiful and touching music with green leaves, stroking people's faces from time to time.
Listen, the sound of rain! With the rumble of thunder, it came quietly. Like a wordless ballad, it magically floated from all directions, gradually getting louder and louder from far and near. In the sound of rain, every rock, forest and flower in the mountain has become a wonderful piano key. They played symphony after symphony, which was very euphemistic.
Listen, the sound of spring! It ran past me happily, tinkling as it ran. Looks very happy, should be to pursue their beautiful dreams!
Listen, ray's voice! Thunder came faintly from the sky, and then it became louder and louder. "Bang", like a deep drum, and like its relentless roar. The sky was almost shattered by thunder, and the earth seemed to shake inexplicably.
Listen, the sound of trees! A gust of wind blew and the trees rustled. Every leaf of his is a note, a symphony that can be heard by every grass and tree. This sound is like a fountain of spirit, flowing out like a piece of music.
Listen to the sounds of nature, how beautiful!
Listen to excellent composition 3 yo, where does the sound in my ear come from? There are sadness, helplessness, crying, laughter and joy. Oh, so this is the voice of the motherland.
Listen, the motherland is crying.
Why does the motherland cry so sadly? It turns out that the mother of the motherland can't bear to see her children suffer in the earthquake. How many fresh lives have been buried under the ruins, how many people love their families and homes at the same time, and how many people have become disabled because of the torture of the earthquake! When the mother of the motherland saw this scene, she couldn't help but be heartbroken. A heartbreaking pain came to the mother of the motherland, and the mother of the motherland couldn't stand it any longer and burst into tears.
Listen, the motherland is sad.
Why is the motherland sad? It turned out that the mother of the motherland was extremely sad when she saw her children give up their land to other countries, and thought it was a great shame. The Qing government was insatiable and extremely corrupt, and it was unfair to us to sign treaties humiliating the country, treaty of shimonoseki, treaty of nanking and so on, but the Qing government was insignificant. How can the mother of the motherland not be sad when she sees all this?
Listen, the mother of the motherland is laughing.
Why is the motherland so happy? Originally, the mother of the motherland witnessed her children stand up _ China people * * *, and the country was established. 1949 10 10/day, People's Republic of China (PRC) was founded. After more than a hundred years of war, imperialism and feudalism were finally overthrown. Embarked on the road of independence, democracy and unity. The mother of the motherland is happy to see all this.
Listen to the voice of the motherland, where there is mother's love for Chinese children, mother's concern for children, and mother's broad love!
There are many kinds of sounds in nature. I heard the chirping of birds, the rustling of leaves by the wind and the sound of heavy rain falling from the sky.
Once, I was playing at my friend Yingying's house, and Yingying was practicing the piano in the study. I sat beside her, listening to one elegant ditty after another, but whenever she was close to success, failure always bothered her. Time and time again, one song after another, the same every time, and the ending is wrong. Yingying is getting impatient and doesn't even want to touch the piano anymore. I said to her meaningfully, "Yingying, whatever you do, you should do it with your heart. Do you know why I always sit next to you and listen to you playing the wrong music? Because I listen attentively and understand. I know you practice the piano very hard and very tired. Just stick to it now, why not? Believe me, persistence is victory! "
After listening to what I said, Yingying immediately ran to the study, sat in a chair, and played wonderful music, each note with fantastic colors. This time, Yingying didn't miss it again. Yingying and I listened attentively, and the effect was good!
One day, on my way to grandma's house, I heard cicadas calling in the tree. A passerby said, "This stinking cicada barks all day long. What a noise! " I sat on a stone by the roadside, slowly closed my eyes and listened to its "song" attentively. I think this cicada is trying to relieve boredom for passers-by and cool off the heat. At this time, I think this cicada's "singing voice" is superior to all the music in the world, and only cicadas can play it.
Listen with your heart and experience with your heart. It tastes good.
I opened my eyes when the first ray of sunshine came into the window in the morning. I just woke up and felt something was wrong with my ears, but I don't know where it is!
Out of the house, starlight came screaming. Starlight is our dog and our family loves it very much. It jumped around me as usual, barking from time to time. Everything is normal. But at the moment, I am surprised, because I just heard the starlight say, "Little Master looks really good today!" " "I am pleasantly surprised by this special function. Then, I put a collar on Starlight to prevent it from running while walking. At this moment, I heard Starlight say discontentedly, "You should wear this thing around your neck every time you go out. You can't play anywhere, you are not free at all! " "I was shocked and thought: I never knew Starlight hated wearing collars so much. I thought it was happy before I saw it wagging its tail! I quickly took off my collar. When Starlight saw this, she quickly flattered me and made me laugh and cry. Then, I took out the suit that Starlight usually wears from home and put it on. My ears moved sensitively, and then I heard the starlight say, "I really don't want to get dressed!" " God knows how uncomfortable it is to wear this dress, and it is not convenient to move. If the young master doesn't like it, I won't wear it. "I was very touched and carefully took off my clothes. Starlight licked my face and made it sticky.
Suddenly, a loud voice came: "get up quickly, you will be late for school!" " "I woke up and found that the starlight came into my room at some unknown time, and my face was covered with it. Only then did I realize that it was just a dream!
Every creature in nature is equal, and dogs are our friends. We should learn to listen to its heart and respect everything it wants to do.
Listening to Excellent Composition 6 The temperature these days is really strange. When I am far away from my parents' boarding school, I often think of my home and the days when I lived alone with my parents.
"Ding Lingling ..." The bell rang after school, and I rode my bike quickly. I can't wait to go home, and my heart is full of the warmth of home.
I finally got home. I had knocked on the door before the bike stopped. At this time, my mother has stood at the door waiting for me. My mother greeted me cheerfully, took off my schoolbag and dragged me into the house.
"Daughter, how are you at school? How have you been recently? Did you add clothes in the morning? " Mother asked eagerly.
"Mom, I'm fine. I don't have a cold. " I answered a little impatiently. I feel so warm as soon as I enter the room …
"How are your meals at school? Why don't I buy you some snacks The exam is coming soon. You use your brain more, so eat more. Do not save money for your family. You don't need to save money at home. When your mother gave birth to you, she was not afraid to support you. My mother just sells iron pots for you to eat. " My mother is very serious when she speaks.
I sat there, my heart suddenly sour and impatient. I couldn't help it. Tears came down. I murmured, "Mom, I know I will take good care of my body even for you." Mom, you should keep healthy and not be too tired! "
Hearing this, the mother shed tears of joy: "Well, my daughter has grown up and is sensible." At that moment, I couldn't help jumping into his arms, enjoying and listening to the rhythm of maternal love.
It suddenly occurred to me that although my mother's words are not very beautiful, every word is a movement composed of love notes, which is the rhyme of maternal love. As children, we should listen carefully.
Listening is a kind of communication and an intimate attitude, which helps us to understand each other's hearts and appreciate the magical beauty of nature. We should learn to listen to the storms of nature and learn to listen to the joys and sorrows of others. ...
Listening is the flower of the soul, which can reflect the pure and enthusiastic light. Listening is a breeze that can blow away the haze hanging over people's hearts; Listening is a meteor that breaks through the night and can bring hope to people; Listening is an unparalleled flower, which can bloom the core of life in exchange for people's appreciation and trust.
Listening to the teachings of elders is like reading a good book, which benefits a lot. Listen to friends, share happiness and pain with friends, and make friends feel that they are not alone. Listen to the sounds of nature: the singing of birds, the chirping of insects, the whimpering of spring water, the whistling of mountain wind … let people find the hot land and the most beautiful truth in their hearts.
On the way forward, I hope someone will support me when I fall, share my troubles, accompany me when I am lonely and encourage me when I fail. These all need to be listened to. People who are eager to be listened to are as eager to listen as "green children, leisurely in my heart". Listening is like grass sprouting in spring, bringing new strength and the fire of hope. Listening is like a cool breeze in a hot summer day, which sweeps away boredom and boredom and brings a feeling of pleasure and relaxation.
My friend, listening is life. If you miss listening, you miss life. If you get listening, you get life.
Listening to Excellent Composition 8 Nature is as confusing as a fairy tale, but as long as we listen carefully, we will always feel the beauty of nature.
Listen to the sound of leaves falling. Swish, like a dancing butterfly, slowly flew down quietly, and the dust on the ground was raised high by the sound.
"Falling red is not a heartless thing, but protecting flowers with spring mud." This fallen leaf withered, originally for returning to the roots! It is selfless dedication. We should study.
Listen, the sound of raindrops. "Tick-tock, tick-tock" is like countless pearls falling on a jade plate, like a melodious and euphemistic flute, soft and powerful, tender as water, telling the truth.
The rain is getting heavier and heavier, like a pot of water hitting the eaves, pattering, and sometimes a cool breeze blows, which makes people relaxed and happy. Trees twist with the wind, leaves swish, and thousands of small water droplets are squeezed out, echoing each other. The water droplets dripping under the eaves create a symphony of nature, which is beautiful and beautiful.
Listen, the sound of running water in the stream. "Hua, Hua", the crystal clear spring is singing cheerful songs and running day and night.
Sometimes, people will even be attracted, quietly listening to the cheerful melody of Ding Dong Ding Dong, and can't help sitting on the rocks in the stream and treating themselves as fairyland-like boats.
"Tweet, tweet", the flying swallows, singing in the quiet forest, beautiful rhythm, flowing out like a spring of the soul, at this time, I think its music is superior to all the music in the world, I really want to fly to the blue sky with them and listen to this wonderful music!
Nature is rich and colorful, with many wonderful sounds. As long as you listen attentively, you will blend in and find it very interesting!
Listen to excellent composition 9 Hainan, where I grew up. It's so familiar, so beautiful. It's a little strange when you think about it. The teacher once said that Hainan is a beautiful island. When they passed by the seaside, they couldn't help but marvel at the density and rich resources of Portuguese islands! And where is the beauty of Hainan?
Where is the beauty of Hainan? In the bustling market, friendly hawking is full of vitality, which is the beauty of Hainan's vitality; Surrounded by mountains, the songs of the aborigines go straight into the sky, which is the beauty of wildness; The gurgling sound of Mimi creek hidden in the valley, the relaxed and quiet sound, is a kind of Zen beauty. The beauty of Hainan is everywhere? Just like your mood when you are studying now, it is also a kind of beauty, and that serious expression is a kind of beauty.
In the morning, with a cordial greeting, the day kicked off, and everyone started a busy life with a happy mood. You can see satisfaction in the face of the vegetable vendor; You can see the smiles on the children's faces; You can look at everyone carefully every day, which is the most beautiful place for Hainan people.
At night, the snacks in the night market make people salivate and linger. I took a bite and wanted to eat. Why do you ask me? The integration of multiculturalism has made Hainan a gourmet paradise in the north and south of the Yangtze River. You can find an atmosphere different from other countries' food in the night market in Hainan. The food here is the beauty we are proud of!
I have always felt that living in Hainan is a happy thing, and I am proud of it. Everyone is working hard for this land. Hainan has many delicious snacks, and the scenery is waiting for you to taste and enjoy. But after a real taste, you will find that the most beautiful thing in Hainan is the strong human touch.
Listen to the excellent composition 10 In the process of growing up, there are always endless troubles. People live for a process, a wonderful process with countless troubles, but at this troublesome or wonderful time, I always hope to have a listener around to release your heart. This is my wish.
Entering junior high school with longing, after longing, fear follows, which is always inevitable: heavier studies, greater pressure, tighter time and less taste of freedom. I want to have a listener, a listener who can reduce my burden and pressure, and a listener who can solve my problems.
Not if the audience is parents. They are busier and more tired than me. How can I bother them again?
If you are a teacher, you can't do it. What I see all day is that students are busy, so busy that even breathing is extravagant. How can I burden them again? If they are friends, it is even more important. They have their own studies to be busy with. Even if they say so, they have worries. At this time, two people in the same boat are crying together, which is even more worrying.
Without a listener, I am like a goldfish without water, like a bird with broken wings. A blocked heart can never be released.
The autumn wind opened its mouth and blew melancholy everywhere, and the ground was full of sadness. ...
I am a person lost in the desert, longing for sweet spring. I want someone who can listen to my sadness, just like a muddy child listening to the injury of a broken leaf: I want someone who can listen to my wonderful, just like a white cloud listening to the beauty of the sky ... that audience listens to my happiness just like listening to my sadness.
All I long for is a listener.
Listen to the excellent composition 1 1 There are many sounds in nature, each with its own characteristics, and each with other sounds is more pleasant to listen to.
I don't know when it rained. Naughty rain babies broke free from mother Yun's arms and fell to the ground one by one, making a slight rustle on the grass and splashing on the ground. I like listening from the window. The drumming of the rain on the trunk is as pleasant as the knock on the door when my mother comes home.
It's raining harder and harder, and the raindrops are getting bigger and bigger. Knocking on the window with a clang seems to be enough to break the window.
At this time, the wind also came to join in the fun. It rolled up the fallen leaves on the ground and threw them into the air. Fallen leaves fly slowly and rustle like butterflies. Suddenly, the wind rushed towards the sand pile, rolling up a lot of sand grains and scattering them as they ran. Air is like a yellow net. When it falls to the ground, it will make an imperceptible sound-swish.
The rain has stopped, the wind has stopped, the air is fresh, and birds are flying around the branches, chirping and singing a happy and beautiful life.
There are voices everywhere in nature, like a wordless ballad lingering in your ears, sometimes roaring loudly, which makes you restless; Sometimes tender as water, refreshing; Sometimes it is simply powerful and makes people positive. ...
The wind and rain and the singing of birds make up a beautiful symphony! I like listening to the sounds of nature, and I like this wonderful music!
Listen to the excellent composition 12 Some people ignore their ears, but they can hear your unexpected voice with their ears, can't they?
Have you ever heard the sound of leaves falling from branches? The leaves are playing hide-and-seek with the flowers, talking and laughing, "hoo", and a breeze soon comes to the leaves. The leaves fell when they didn't stand firm, and they shouted "Help!"
Have you ever heard the sound of butterflies flapping their wings? The butterfly got up from the bed and "snapped". It gently flapped its two gorgeous wings to find its dream. ...
Have you ever heard the sound of girls' hair flowing? When the girl was walking in the street, suddenly a breeze blew, and her hair fluttered with the wind, making a comfortable sound. How beautiful!
If you haven't heard these voices, let me be clear:
You always hear the voices of children, don't you? What do you always hear when children are having music lessons, quarreling, reading emotionally and falling down and crying?
You've heard of underwater sounds, right? What do you always hear when mom washes clothes, when people wash their faces and brush their teeth in the morning, and when you go to the toilet to pull the toilet?
You always hear the computer, don't you? What do you always hear when you hit the keyboard, when you press the mouse and when you listen to music?
In a colorful world, you need to listen quietly to feel the world.
Listen to the excellent composition 13 A few years ago, there was such an advertisement on TV. A melodious music sounded, and a woman in a wedding dress was running in the long corridor of the palace. At the end of the corridor, a door leading to a beautiful garden opened.
The door opened and teenagers from all over the world came out. Young people, teenagers and children all laughed, and some of them played the violin, symphony, guitar and trumpet.
The TV screen is also showing the scenery around the world, just like telling us that the woman opened a door to the world. At the end of the advertisement, the logo of this TV station appeared, and then a paragraph was annotated: "Let the world listen to our voice".
Yes, television, as a very mainstream information media in the 1960s and 1990s, deeply influenced people's lives at that time. However, times are changing and technology is developing. 2 1 century today, the internet has been integrated into people's lives, affecting people more and more. Information from all over the world can be exchanged through the Internet. It can be said that having a computer in a family now is equivalent to connecting the whole world.
Therefore, as teenagers in the new century, we should know how to change our lives with the help of scientific and technological achievements, deepen mutual understanding through exchanges with others and jointly create a better life.
Listening to excellent compositions 14 God gave us hearing, let us feel the world, and God gave us soul, let us listen to life.
In those days, I was driven crazy by my watch. I don't know whether it's time or time to play a trick on me. Every night, when he is bored, he will "tick, tick". I have a habit of sleeping silently, but I can't let it go far, so I have to suffer every night.
There is an old man next door who goes downstairs to enjoy the cool when the weather is good. There is a small table next to the old man's recliner, with a cup of hot tea and an old pendulum clock on it. The old man takes a nap in the breeze every day.
For me who have suffered from insomnia for a long time, this is undoubtedly a funny conversation, because the sound of hooves from the old pendulum clock makes me more agitated, while the old man can sleep peacefully!
At this time, the old man woke up, because the pendulum clock struck a few times, and he looked at me as if he didn't understand my sadness.
When I told him my doubts, the old man smiled brightly. He told me, "Because I'm listening." The old man said that he was terminally ill and could leave this world at any time, so he put a loud pendulum clock beside him, because every time the pendulum moves, he will enjoy one more second of happiness. So, he is happy to hear every second.
That night, when I went to listen to the sound of "tick-tock, tick-tock" again, I didn't resent it, because every second it walked, I knew it was a little closer to tomorrow's morning light and a step closer to tomorrow's glory.
Because, I am listening.
When I was a child, I didn't like rain because it brought me into contact with tears. Rain seems to have affected 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 interesting.
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 what I like best is the rain in summer.
At first, it didn't rain much, tinkling, like countless pearls falling on the tracts. In particular, the ancient music of knocking on roof tiles seems to be soft and sonorous, as far as near. Heavy and light, thick and thin, dribs and drabs, just like the ponder in Yu Boya's "Mountain Flowing Water". Gentle as rain, it seems to be telling a gentle voice.
The rain grew louder and louder, hitting the plane leaves. The water flowing from the eaves is noisy and crisp, which is really "like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade", which makes people feel relaxed and happy. Occasionally, there is a gust of wind, the branches twist, the leaves whir, and thousands of water drops are squeezed out, flying down and dripping under the eaves, creating a symphony of nature.
It's raining, the rain is getting smaller and smaller, and it's gradually restored to its original appearance. The hero's agitation seems to be gone forever, and it's raining again.
Looking at this unpredictable rain, I can't help thinking a lot.