"That Voice Touches My Heart" is a 500-word junior high school composition.

No matter when and where, there will be a voice, clearly dancing in the ear, never tired of listening, that is the voice of an angel. ...

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At that time, many pairs of Ming Che's eyes collided together; Under the eyes of Ming Che, many childish voices are intertwined. This is a group of children of God. This painting is called incomparable beauty.

When I was a child, I knew nothing but crying and laughing, playing and making noise. I remember my favorite activity with my friends was performing programs. At that time, I could already write some words. I will write down the program in my notebook with a pen, and I will also be a nanny. Jia likes brainstorming or telling jokes best, while I like singing and telling stories best. Of course, they are all out of print and original. Even I can't remember them clearly. I only vaguely remember that the themes of those songs and stories have not changed, but I still like to tell them. I don't know what to sing. I only know that it was the only day in my life when I could sing in front of others without scruple. I can't sing now, and I shouldn't sing in the future.

I think, if someone is around us, he will be obsessed with this child's voice, this childlike innocence, childhood dreams, and the fun of traveling with Peter Pan. ...

I still remember playing house with Jia when I was a child. There are many puppets in her house, and I go to her house almost every day. I wonder if my aunt is very impatient.

There is an old blackboard in her house, which is the tool I use the most. I like the feeling of lecturing. For children, teachers are omnipotent and omniscient, as if they are gods, which makes us envy and admire. I will give lectures to Jia and her puppets every day. Maybe I don't know what I'm talking about. Anyway, it is enough to have a teacher's demeanor. It should be very enjoyable. Jia likes to play dead, and he can't help laughing whenever he thinks of this paragraph. She stood on the folded quilt, jumped into the middle of the bed, and then lay down. She had to make a little "uh-huh" sound, which was quite realistic. This is the influence of TV plays when I was a child.

Sometimes I feel particularly depressed. Why didn't there be such advanced video cameras and digital cameras at that time, so that the sound could only be hidden in the deepest part of the mind and become a kind of non-earthly memory and sound?

No one can remember our children's voice at that time, the most childish and clear voice, which was washed away by the long river of time and abandoned by vilen in memory. This noisy flower turned into dandelion at the foot of the mountain, which was blown away by the wind and left forever. ...

Now, children's voices can be heard everywhere, always touching my heart, telling me that those days have passed and don't have any illusions.

Stepping into the palace of youth, I still don't forget to look back at the road I have traveled. There is a voice that is innocent.

Fan Wen, write it yourself.