Composition after the bell rings

Not far away, the bell rang, jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell. Still so warm and intoxicating! Below is the composition after the bell rings that I collected. I hope it will be helpful to you! Chapter 1: After the bell rings

Ding, ding, ding, when the crisp wind chimes ring in the ears, it is so warm and intoxicating!

I remember that summer vacation, I was traveling in a beautiful mountain village. In the summer, the sun breaks before six o'clock. At this time, the countryside is still silent, and occasionally a few crisp bird songs can be heard breaking through the clouds and mist. After walking out of the house, looking around, the milky white fog overflowed from the small valley next to the village, slowly spreading up the hillside, and fluttering like a gauze, covering the entire countryside. The breeze blew, the tinkling bells, and the sound of wind chimes hanging in front of the doors of every house broke the tranquility.

I don’t know if it was because of the loud sound of the wind chimes, but the fog seemed to be afraid of the wind chimes, and it dissipated faster. After a while, the dazzling sunshine penetrated the clouds and shined directly into the village. A burst of cockcrows came from the distance, one after another, singing a hundred harmony. Smoke rose from the chimney of the thatched house. After a while, the village became lively. Chickens were walking in front of and behind the house, and ducks and geese came to play in the pond. The uncles carried plows and drove the cows into the fields; the aunts and uncles carried buckets of clothes to the stream in front of the house; the happiest ones were the children, rolling hoops in the countryside. Running and laughing on the path... What's interesting is that when they go out, they will habitually touch the wind chimes hanging in front of the door. When they hear the sound of the jingling bells, they smile with satisfaction. leave.

We left the village and wandered on the country roads, carefully looking at the flowers and plants under our feet. The morning dew was clinging to the tender leaf buds of the grass and the budding flower buds. These water "elves" that come quietly in the night cover all things in the world with crystal clear costumes, adding a bit of beauty to them. Suddenly, a breeze blew by, and these "elves" rolled down among the grass and could no longer be found.

Birds are singing and animals are singing, and flowers are blooming. This is really a beautiful picture!

Pleasant time always feels so short. The day's journey is over, the night gradually falls, and people who have worked for a day also return home, never forgetting to touch the door in front of them with their hands. The wind chimes, tinkling bells, seem to tell my family: I am back. Gradually, the countryside became quiet again. I was lying on a wicker chair under the big tree, looking up at the stars. On the vast expanse of the Milky Way, the stars were shining brightly like gems. The breeze came slowly, and the crisp sound of wind chimes rang in my ears from time to time. It felt so warm and intoxicating. I closed my eyes slightly and listened, quietly like a dream.

Early the next morning, when the first ray of sunlight passes through the clouds and shines on the earth, a new day begins again, and everything is revived and full of life!

We embarked on the journey back, and I leaned on the seat, savoring the joy of the past few days.

Not far away, the bell rang, jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell.

It’s still so warm and intoxicating! Chapter 2: After the bell rang

It was early autumn, and the weather was getting colder. I stood in front of the service desk of the independent hospital department, dazed. The air is filled with the smell of various medicines, strong and pungent. The white walls are bright and a bit dazzling. It is dark outside a huge window next to it, with only some flickering lights in the distance. Keep watch. There is not a single star in the sky.

Suddenly, a harsh electric bell rang, and three or four nurses walked from the next room. They hurriedly called to the doctor who was walking quickly at the end of the corridor: "Respiratory Room 12!" As he said, Several people walked to the other end of the corridor together.

What’s wrong? I ran and followed him. An old woman in the ward was lying on the bed twitching, her face was red, her eyes were closed, her mouth was wide open, as if she was about to inhale something, and she seemed to be spitting out something. She coughed violently from time to time, and her voice was as hoarse as pulling out firewood. Dry. The doctor quickly folded up the hospital bed and asked the nurse to push her out of the room.

At this time, a nurse rushed into the door, brought a lot of instruments, and quickly installed them on the patient.

The doctor pushed the hospital bed and ran quickly while asking people in the corridor to get out of the way. I didn’t react and was staggered by the squeeze. Two or three relatives followed closely behind, and several more people came running from other places, all asking: "What's going on? What happened to her? Is she in danger?" I also stepped forward to inquire further about the situation, but found that Whether it was the doctor or the nurse, they soon became silent; the old lady twisted her eyebrows in pain. His face was like a wrinkled ball of paper, disappearing into the elevator.

Most of the relatives climbed up the stairs to the third floor, and one or two people were still waiting in the corridor. I was still standing there. I don’t know how long it had passed, but I seemed to hear faint sobbing. There were two men smoking silently in the corridor. Under the dim light, the pale smoke wrapped around their heads.

Looking at them, I couldn't help but feel a little sad, but more of a guilty feeling. I came to visit my grandpa, who was suffering from pneumonia; but I didn't want to come, there was no point in staying in a gloomy hospital. Grandpa couldn't see through my thoughts, and he still kept trying to talk to me, and even called me around from time to time. I didn't want to be dominated in such a boring way, and I was a little angry, blaming my parents for bringing me here. So I came to the hall angrily.

However, the scene just happened, and I discovered how easy it is to lose someone, and how unrealistic it is to lose someone forever. My grandpa spent a wonderful childhood with me. The vegetable patch next to his house, the car in the house, and the little horse in front of the door are still imprinted in my mind. Now, he is seventy years old, old and frail, and sometimes his brain is not working very well. However, I have not reciprocated with him, or even truly accompanied him. Instead, I have been indifferent and angry... What a big mistake this is! One day, we will all grow old, and at that time, will I be accompanied by relatives or memories?

It’s getting late, let’s go back and see grandpa! I suddenly woke up from my meditation and ran to my grandpa's ward. Approaching the ward, gently opened the door, walked in, with a smile on his face, and greeted:

"Grandpa!" Chapter 3: After the bell rang

"Ding Tick ??tick..." The bell rang, but I was still sleepy. With the wonderful ringtone, time travels, time passes...

The moonlight melts in the pear blossom courtyard, and the catkins flutter slightly in the breeze. Standing in the wind, I was mesmerized, admiring this beautiful scenery.

Suddenly, a beautiful rhythm lingered in my ears. This sound is neither silk nor bamboo, I think, this is the pure sound of nature.

This voiceless sound has been nourished by Tang poetry and Song lyrics. It is the harmony under the moon that "raises a glass to invite the bright moon, and makes three people by facing each other." "The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring rocks flow upward." Or maybe it's the eternal song before his execution, "No one has ever died in life since ancient times, leaving a loyal heart to illuminate history." Or maybe Su Shi's melancholy and sadness as he passed through the sky. "If you don't think about it, you will never forget it." It is immersed in the catkins... This poem, which is conceived from "Ding Dong", has a very beautiful sound.

This voiceless sound flew through the time and space tunnel and across the boundless Atlantic Ocean. The sound of the flute gradually becomes louder and gentler, just like a flute player approaching slowly while blowing. The sound of the flute is clear and beautiful, rising and falling, soft and loud. The breeze was blowing gently, stirring the willow leaves on the trees. The collision and friction between them produced a rustling sound, some hoarse and some deep. It's like the sound produced by the bass in an orchestra, thick yet pleasant. It is also the fragrance of violets, the chirping of birds, the ding-dong of flowing water... This song is conceived from "ding-dong", and this sound is very beautiful.

This clear sound has drifted through the coast of history and into today’s pop music. There is the strong voice of "I want to climb up step by step, just waiting for the sun to quietly look at its face." It also has the poignant meaning of "The wolf-mooned moon makes me look haggard, and I raise my cup and drink up the wind and snow." There is also the sad sound of "What else do you want from me? Your sudden text message is enough to make me sad". It also has the infatuated meaning of "Actually, I am the only one in the audience. In fact, I can also see that you are a little reluctant to leave." ...The sound of this song, which was conceived from "Ding Dong", is very beautiful.

"Ding dong tick..." The bell rang again. Suddenly, the clear sound disappeared, accompanied by the breeze and the bright moon.

I know that once I leave, I will never come back.

The rising and falling of the bell makes me miss the beautiful scenery and the beautiful time in the nostalgia, and the clear sound after the bell rings is like the sound of nature, wave after wave, rippling in my heart. Let me move forward, let me struggle.