Determining the priorities and details of the materials is an important issue of the structure, which plays a guarantee role in expressing the central idea. The following is my inner voice for the composition of the 2022 Henan senior high school entrance examination (10). I hope you like it.
The voice left in my heart is 1. I only remember that it was a dreary summer, the cloud pressure was very low, the air was full of warm breath, and the cicadas in my ears were annoying. I am alone at home, doing nothing, and the sofa is very big. I was trapped in the sofa, and the ceiling fan made a loud noise, as if it had fallen. I feel sleepy, so I want to sleep like this. But the weather is always unsatisfactory. The hot air and the lack of wind really make people restless. I just want to reduce those annoying things in my ears. So I got up, went to the switch and turned off the useless electric fan. Sure enough, the sound was much less immediately.
Just then, there was the sound of raindrops dripping from the roof. I looked out of the window and saw that it wasn't raining outside, but the sound of rain in the distance was getting louder and louder, and I couldn't help but feel strange. There is no rain on the ground, so where does the sound of raindrops come from? I can't help looking out of the window again. Suddenly, a water spot appeared on the roof of the opposite house, and then raindrops as big as chips fell in the sky. If the raindrops were not transparent, I really thought it was candy rain. When raindrops fall into the pond, ripples begin to ripple. Down to the leaves, the leaves turn green like a bath.
My eyes are a little rough, so I close my eyes to lighten some burdens. So I heard a voice that I will never forget in my life. Raindrops hit the roof, the sound of the ground and leaves was crisp, the sound of rain falling in the water was rich, and the chirping of cicadas was intertwined, which constituted a wonderful concert. Rain is the main theme, and nature is the command.
I immediately put on my rain boots, raincoat and umbrella and rushed into the rain armed to the teeth. I stepped into the pool, splashed a little water, made wonderful notes, and raindrops hit the umbrella, forming a movement of nature. I am the only audience in this concert. I am immersed in it. I reached out and let the raindrops dance and sing on it.
But the rain stopped soon. I looked at the rainbow in the distant sky and realized something. Because of the rain, the air is full of cool breath. It's the first time I found that the cicada's cry is so beautiful.
However, the rain washed away the hot air, and the concert washed away the impetuous heart. This voice will stay in my heart forever.
The voice of Henan senior high school entrance examination composition in 2022. Have you ever heard that touching, heartfelt voice? Is there a real voice in the world?
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The morning glow is so bright, like red paint splashing in the vast sky. Facing the refreshing breeze, our group arrived at Bei 'anhe Nursing Home, a dilapidated but spotless quadrangle. Rows of old people sitting in chairs have obviously been waiting for a long time. Time is like a sharp knife, ruthlessly carving wrinkles on the old man's face; Years, like pigments, silently dyed the old man's black hair and healthy face. Some old people are talking. Their voices were hoarse and confused. Maybe they are homesick. There are bursts of sympathy and inexplicable sadness in my heart. I took out my piano and played Liang Zhu. How melodious and sad the sound of the piano is, telling the story of how sad and happy it is. At the end of the song, the audience applauded like thunder, which was really loud. There is something shining in the skinny old man's eyes. I don't know whether it is tears or joy. I feel from the bottom of my heart: children often come to see, and the elderly need companionship!
After the performance, the dean called us and had something to say to us. She told us a story: there was an old man whose rich girl promised her to sell the only house in China and live abroad with her. I didn't know it was a lie. The daughter went abroad alone with the money to sell the house and abandoned the homeless old man. The old man has to live in a nursing home. Soon, the old man suffered from an incurable disease. She said "my daughter loves me" before she died, but her daughter didn't come back to see her, not once.
The dean recited a poem she wrote for the old man for us. Interwoven silver hair, wrinkled pale face and excitement in her eyes are vividly presented. "The old man snuggled up to the window, expecting his daughter's appearance ..." This voice was forceful, cadenced and full of passion, not as old and hoarse as an old man in his sixties. The sound filled the empty room. The dean's eyes sparkled with tears, crystal clear, and my throat seemed blocked by something. Dean's voice is so real, so real, so touching, so stirring. Every word is engraved in my heart, yes, isn't being a man just gratitude?
There are real voices in the world.
No flowery rhetoric, no exaggerated rhetoric, only appreciate the humble servant, the touching heart. I looked at the kind face of the dean and couldn't help but sigh: there are voices from the bottom of my heart in the world!
2022 Henan senior high school entrance examination composition stayed in my heart for 3 scissors and cut off the upper and lower warp and weft; The rings of the years, the spring, summer, autumn and winter at the beginning of the year, although the memory will be weathered by time, the voice of love will remain in my heart forever. -Inscription.
A year ago in autumn, my family went to visit my mother's grandmother. As far as I can remember, I don't know much about her, and I don't even know what to call her. He is very old and lives with his children. This family, which is made up of old and young, is not rich, and basically relies on farming to make a living. Young people have gone out to work, leaving only old people and children at home. I remember it was the second time I went to her house, and the car was parked on the side of the road. I followed my parents, stepped on the wet soil in the rain, turned into a narrow alley, then entered a yard and entered a somewhat damp room. In my impression, his ears were so bad that we almost shouted to talk to her. My memory of his appearance is completely vague, perhaps wrinkles and hair. This can only be my imagination of what an octogenarian looks like. As for her, I can only imagine through the barrier of time and try to remember. I seem to remember the food we gave him at that time. After she got it, she gave it to many children at home. Adults talk to her and accompany her, but I almost have some kind of "disgust" for this house. Wearing headphones and leaning against the doorframe to listen to the sound of the piano is all beautiful, and I have never participated in everything at home. I only remember that she should have given us a lot of food when we left.
I have forgotten whether it is rice or home-grown vegetables. If we don't want it, she will chase it into the alley. When we insisted not to, she seemed to give up, but her words will never be forgotten by me. "Drive slowly, the road is slippery!" It's late autumn when insects sting. Thewindow, the headphones are still echoing the sound of Jiangnan heartbroken music, and my heart suddenly feels broken. Looking back, the bus had been gone for a long time, and she was still standing there, refusing to leave. I suddenly felt the endless concern that she passed on to us. I forget whether it was three months later or six months later, the bad news came. There is a kind of regret in my heart. Standing in Yuan Ye, the sky is filled with faint sadness; Sleeping on the moon, Shui Yue conveys endless worries; Listening to the sound of rain and dangerous buildings, the deep alleys exude elegant fragrance, and that figure remains in my memory, and that voice still echoes in my heart.
The voice of the composition of the 2022 Henan senior high school entrance examination stayed in my heart for 4 hours. I always hear my grandmother say, "Calm down, son." I didn't know anything at that time, just laughing.
After junior high school, I have my own pursuit, but I am always eager to achieve success and fall into confusion. Whenever I am surrounded by fog and thorns, the voice from the bottom of my heart can always help me find my way.
There are more and more exams in grade three, and the senior high school entrance examination is like a time bomb, which makes us uneasy. The pace of this month's exam came in a hurry. When I got this maddening Chinese test paper, my heart was pounding. The more I can't do it, the more anxious I am, and the more I can't calm down. At this time, the voice from the bottom of my heart suddenly calmed me down, wiped my sweat, took a deep breath, picked up my pen again, and embarked on this ideal road again.
The end of the monthly exam is always accompanied by some joys and sorrows. I made progress in this exam. Just when I went home happily and wanted to show my parents the test paper, I found it lost. I rummaged everywhere, and my schoolbag was everywhere, but I still didn't find it. I was in such a hurry that I kept looking for it on the way here. There is nothing under the tree or the car. I want to turn the earth over.
"Son, calm down." That heartfelt voice instantly strangled most of the fire in my heart. I found a place to sit down, have a drink and clear my mind. Suddenly, I opened my school uniform, took out my shirt pocket and finally found it! This long-lost test paper carries that sound.
Grandma's wrinkled face appeared in front of me. When I was a child, I always saw my grandmother stumbling towards the green paddy field with the crutch carved with two dragon playing beads, mumbling, "Calm down." The breeze brushed her face and gradually disappeared. ...
After the holiday, I recalled my inner voice and came to the countryside. The dilapidated tile house carries memories of my grandmother and me. I gently pushed open the gate, and the picture of grandma holding a ladder to pick dates seemed to be yesterday. Jujube trees have grown taller and stronger, but old photos have become eternal memories. Entering the dormitory, the wooden bed against the wall is like decay, and gradually fades away with the laughter of the past. ...
After crossing the golden paddy field, I stood beside this high mound, and the strong wind blew the wheat field, rolling up waves of wheat waves, as if mixed with voices from the bottom of my heart, and accompanied me far away. ...
In 2022, the voice left in the composition of Henan senior high school entrance examination was 5 "There is only one trace on the long embankment, there is a small pavilion in the middle of the lake, there is a mustard seed in Yu Zhou, and there are only two or three people on board". The best sound is to let the ancient prose chant and the lips and teeth reveal an elegant atmosphere from the inside out.
Read ancient prose, appreciate the feelings of the ancients, and open a treasure house of wisdom. Painting, painting, what a vivid image. Well, extract from the bottom up. The so-called knowledge has been washed away by years, honed and accumulated by time, leaving behind the essence, sinking to the bottom, and should be absorbed and taken for yourself. Open your lips, open your teeth and learn while singing. It's wonderful. The lingering sound of ancient prose lingers in my ears and has a long aftertaste.
A flower on the table, a book in hand, smelling the flowers, carrying ancient books. Petals fall like tears, and lonely birds sing their sorrows. "Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers." "Scattered into mud and ground into dust, only the fragrance remains." "It's not that flowers prefer chrysanthemums, so there is no bloom." . The birds' voices and songs are very beautiful. The flowers in front of us, the scenery in the poem, such as the traffic in the building, interweave another time and space. Next to it is a cauliflower field. bloom is in full bloom, golden and bright. Suddenly a child came running from a distant hill, and a yellow butterfly flew up and down to avoid being caught by the child. From far to near, when the child was about to catch the yellow butterfly, the yellow butterfly plunged into the sea of flowers. The children had to pick some flowers for their mother ... Isn't that "the children chased the yellow butterfly and flew into the cauliflower, but they couldn't find it anywhere"! How poetic! The sound and the phonology of Chinese characters are harmoniously integrated, just like mountains and rivers.
As night falls, insects sound one after another, accompanied by insects, whispering the old saying. Under the moonlight, I can always think of "I don't know the moon when I am young, which is called the white jade plate"; The moon is brighter and the shadows inside are more obvious. A crow flew by and couldn't find a place to stay. "The moon stars are rare, and blackbirds fly south; Turn around the tree three times and you can rely on any branch. " It suddenly occurred to me that I haven't seen my cousin in Grade Three for a year. This winter vacation, he only attended for a week, but in this short week, he has to make up lessons, because his grades are not very satisfactory, and I can only worry about you in the distance. After 7 months, you will enter the entrance of the senior high school entrance examination. Be a dark horse quickly. "I hope that people will live for a long time and have a good scenery for thousands of miles."
My voice is not pleasant to hear. How can you say it is not beautiful with this rhythmic ancient prose?
As the night gets deeper, you study hard at your desk. How can you say that reading is not beautiful? There are all over the world, but the students are the most beautiful and excellent. The good voice in my heart, around my ears, hit my heart.
There are many sounds that linger in my heart during the day, such as the crisp birdsong in the morning, the noise in the crowd, or the sound of raindrops beating on the ground outside the window, but there is a sound that lies quietly in my heart, never decaying and never changing.
The hour hand is turning in a hurry, and now it is 1 1 point. The clear winter night is very quiet, only a dim street lamp stands upright on the roadside, blowing leaves with the rustling wind, which looks so lonely. I lay quietly in bed, feeling helplessly the cramp inside my body like a knife. Mother sat beside me, feeling my uneven breathing due to illness, stroking my skin gently, conveying the warmth from maternal love. Looking at me, my mother's face showed anxiety and helplessness. Mother said to me gently, "son, hold on, you will definitely overcome the disease!" " "Mom's words came into my heart, and my mother's comfort infected me. I gradually closed my eyes and fell asleep. In my dream, my mother's voice lingered and gave me warmth. That's the voice that stays in my heart.
Under the soft light, a pen is shaking back and forth on the paper, and a person, hunched back and head down, is struggling to study. That is me. The heavy study task makes it difficult for me to have a rest. As time goes by, my mood is getting heavier and more boring. I really want to indulge myself I looked at the starry sky outside the window, each shining with tiny light, and I really wanted to tell them my hardships. Looking at the green leaves with moonlight outside the window, I really told them my sadness. At this time, my mother came in with a cup of green tea and looked at me in the clouds. She walked slowly to my side and said to me earnestly, "son, I know you have worked hard." Stick to it and you will succeed! " I nodded, understood my mother's words and bowed my head and worked hard. My mother's words inspired me, haunted my heart, gave me strength, and were the voice that stayed in my heart.
My mother's voice is so powerful and inspiring. It gives me strength when I am in trouble and comforts me when I am in pain. It just lies quietly in my heart, emitting infinite light, and what remains in my heart is that voice.
In 2022, the voice left in the heart of Henan senior high school entrance examination composition slipped away inadvertently for several years, taking away a lot, leaving me at a loss, but leaving that sentence. That sentence makes me feel particularly warm every time I think about it.
She is a Chinese teacher in my primary school, a pure Jiangnan woman, who exudes a gentle breath. Her voice is as fresh as mushrooms after rain. She likes me very much, probably because my Chinese was outstanding at that time; I like her too, but I don't know why.
At that time, my favorite thing every day was to run to her office, help her with her homework and approve her homework. I feel very happy. It is because of this love for her that I work harder on Chinese. I like doing homework and writing articles. I always giggle like a mouse when I hear her praise.
I will never forget what she said about me.
At the end of the term, she wrote me a sentence, "This person should only exist in the sky, so how can I see you on the earth?" This is adapted from Li Bai's poem. I looked up for her, and she happened to be looking at me, so my eyes met. I feel her clarity and beauty, her encouragement and love, and her warm heart like the rising sun in early winter.
This man should only exist in the sky, so how many times can you see him on earth?
This is what she said to me, the most beautiful voice in my heart.
When I graduated, I stood at her window, but I was afraid to go in. At the end of June, the sun was already burning, and I couldn't tell sweat from tears. Only the tireless cicada stayed with me. I knocked on the window twice, and she came over and beckoned me in. I shook my hand: "Teacher Lu, I'm leaving. I will miss you. " She turned and took a piece of paper, wrote something on it and handed it to me. When I looked at it, it said, "This person should only exist in heaven, so I won't see you several times on earth. Come on, son. " I can't say anything, not even tears. I just stood for a long, long time ...
Now that sentence is deeply imprinted in my heart. I think of her when I think about it. Her love for me made that sentence blossom on paper and become a good voice in my heart forever.
I wonder when we can get together again. By then, I won't stay long. I will embrace you with open arms and listen to the good voice in my heart again.
Miss Lu, I miss you so much that I take it as a secret.
In 2022, the voice left in the heart of Henan senior high school entrance examination composition 8 listening to the information of spring is so beautiful and pure.
I listened quietly. Found the place of spring. On the hillside and in spring, they play with the river; On the grass, spring playfully plays with the hair of grass; In the river, Chun looked at the little fish deeply and expressed his feelings ... everything attracted me. It seems that this is a song written by Miss Chun, a sentence, a sentence or even just a sentence, so attractive and thought-provoking. Spring has come, and she never misses every place, purifies every point and gives people the best chance to breathe fresh air. Spring, like the mother of all things, writes the voice of "love" with a broad mind …
Children who go to school, parents who go to work and children who play all feel the existence and information of spring. She silently cared for the flowers and plants, played with the river with soft and delicate fingers, and let the river flow eastward regularly ... In spring, she never complained about other people's bad comments on her, even if she heard them, she just laughed them off. She connects everything in the world, gives them new life and makes them live happily. There are many sounds in spring. But one thing is worthy of recognition. Spring has a motherly heart and a fiery heart, which is a "pure" heart. ......
Growing up, I was bullied by my dad. The word dad is not great in my heart. I don't know if I am too ignorant, ungrateful, and ungrateful to my parents. But my heart is really hot and cold. My father is always yelling at me for a little thing. Once he scolded me in front of my classmates. I really have no face. Nothing tastes in my heart. Every time I encounter such a thing, there always seems to be liquid in my eyes, but I still have to endure it. If it falls, it will be a merciless slap in the face, or a mean word that can pierce my heart. No matter what happens, no one can know what I am thinking, and no one can hear my bitterness. I can only vent all my grievances online. No one thinks highly of me. In my father's eyes, I am a disappointing daughter. In the eyes of teachers and classmates, I am a girl with backward grades. In front of them, I can only pretend to be strong, proud and strong, but they will never understand how bad my heart is. I am a dead butterfly, strength, pride and strength are just my protective colors.
The voice left in my heart in the composition of Henan senior high school entrance examination in 2022 9 "I never thought that I could still hold hands with you. When I am wronged, my heart aches without you. Everything is because I am too arrogant, thinking that you will understand, and I have always forgotten to say how touched I am ... "
-from "I know"
Music is actually words and melody, but it writes down our hearts and makes us intoxicated. Drinking a cup of fragrant Nestle coffee, listening to the songs sung by heart, there is a kind of beauty and music in life, which is a step to lead the trend. It can express our feelings better than words. It is the embodiment of another style, where we can sing freely, forget everything, live in a simple and beautiful melody, and attract us at any time with that simple and romantic tone. We can. In music, we can enjoy happiness, romance and beauty, so some people say that if you are unhappy, listen to music. Ma Ji's clever words, let's move on and forget what you are worried about. Being lovelorn, listening to the concert will make you understand that there are no herbs in the world, so why hang yourself from a tree and find your other half? Maybe you'll find something better.
Classical music is another way of expression. Maybe, if you just say a few pop songs and a few pop singers, you will say it very simply, because in this new world, everyone is in contact with beautiful music, and I am a big fan of pop music. I like listening to beautiful music anywhere, but I also like classical music and classical music-let us know about history, and classical music shows more than just musical style. From the melody of classical music, we can appreciate the development of history. Then, we won't find history boring. We will find a better interpretation and enter the long river of history, right?
Music is not only a cooperative version of words and melody, on the other hand, it also benefits us a lot. Music has influenced me, enriched me and made me happy. May China music go better.
Beautiful music explains another language to us, beauty. ...
The voice left in the composition of Henan senior high school entrance examination in 2022 10 The old man had already had a full house of children and grandchildren, but he did not accept the invitation of his sons to "go to the city" because he was attached to rural life.
In this way, in a small village, the old man and his wife lived a leisurely life; Small villages, bearing their happiness, also hide unpleasant notes.
The old man goes fishing and picking lotus at 4 o'clock every day, and he doesn't come back until the cock crows. Sometimes I get up early and pass by the biggest lotus pond in the village. When I catch a glimpse of the ripples, I can see an old man coming out with a boat, and the bow is crowded with lotus flowers. Look closely at the lotus, full, just like a good product. Today, grandpa is very happy, because his children and grandchildren came to visit him and his wife, so he ran home with a lotus leaf in his hand.
Home is a stone house surrounded by stones and bricks when he and his wife were young, and the uneven walls reveal its age; It is covered with Parthenocissus tricuspidata, which shows the emptiness of the house. As usual, no one came out to meet him and looked at the dim light in the kitchen. He knows that the children have gone to talk to his wife, and he also knows that his wife is cheerful and knowledgeable. I am taciturn and a lout. At this time, the lotus in his hand is as heavy as lead. He put them down gently, picked up the tobacco pouch, walked slowly forward, went to his room, found a stool casually and sat down. There was silence again, only the tobacco pouch crackled. After a while, the TV turned on, but the wrinkles on his face still lingered. The TV buzzed and the deer in his heart bumped into each other.
Memories are rolling in, and the past comes to my mind like a movie-
Telephone, a bridge between two generations, has always been open to only one person. Finally, I heard the voice of this child or a few sulky greetings, or went straight to the topic to find a wife. After several times, he also learned his lesson and stopped answering the phone. The other end of the phone seemed to ignore his existence.
Grandchildren are finally home! Touch them by yourself, ask them what they are doing here, and answer them obediently: "Come and see grandparents." A burst of joy, but after a few minutes, pay attention to their every move, just know that they are learning from grandma. ...
Yes, he is not jealous of how many times he has been forgotten and "abandoned". He still went underground to weed, fertilize, harvest and sow, and year after year passed. Finally, he heard a sentence: "Mom, can you put Dad on the phone?" I miss him so much! "His eyes moist.
But that was only in a dream!