A descriptive work of shouting and singing.

1. 800-word composition entitled "I want to sing loudly" In the afternoon, the sun is gentle, shining on the red tiles, on the slate, on the lush mountains, and the leaves are full.

I held my father's hand in my left hand and my mother's hand in my right hand, standing at the foot of the mountain, looking up at the mountain forest in front of me like a pilgrim: the green ocean in the distance has various shades. Look carefully, the line of sight is so clear that it seems that you can recognize the appearance of each tree.

Walking slowly up the stairs and in the arms of the mountains, small and self-sufficient grass is swaying on the roadside, and the south wind blows the smell of waves, making life fresh and natural. Lightweight music notation rises from the earth, green vines and creeping weeds, and dances freely and briskly at the apex of her heart. I nodded slightly to the tune, and my mouth rose unconsciously. Look at my parents, their faces are very comfortable, very comfortable.

Halfway up the mountain, there is a playground, a field paved with sand, a rusty iron basket and a camphor tree that has grown for a hundred years. Standing outside the iron bars, my eyes carefully swept every corner, slowly collecting memories. When I was a child, I sat under the camphor tree with adults to enjoy the cool. Through the cracks in the thick leaves, I found that the stars were really twinkling, so I sang happily, "Twinkling stars, the sky is full of little stars." I have to pass the joint physical education exam in junior high school. I practice long jump in the bunker every weekend. I don't know if it is the trace of footprints or the witness of sweat dripping. Every time I see the sunset, I stand on tiptoe and sing to myself: "The sunshine is always after the storm, please believe that there is a rainbow." At this moment, I stand quietly. I know this will be my future memory. Memory is long, and there will be such an afternoon in any good record of mankind. So, I hummed softly: "A dead butterfly that can't find flowers will never see withering."

Come to the top of the mountain, the sky is clear, the forest stretches, and clusters of white flowers are like a flowing river. Fluttering with the wind, it is different shades of grass and branches of the same color. Overlooking, the red tile house, warm golden sunshine; Moving vehicles, as small as mustard. Suddenly I remembered a passage in Su Shi's "Former Red Cliff Fu": "Ah ... the deceased is like this, but it has never happened: the winner is like this, and the deceased is different. Beggars will see from their own changes that heaven and earth can't be in an instant. From its unchanging point of view, things are infinite to me. Why envy! Besides, between heaven and earth, everything has its own owner, not mine, so I will take it for nothing. However, the breeze on the river and the bright moon in the mountains are audible to the ears and visible to the eyes; It is inexhaustible and inexhaustible, and it is an inexhaustible treasure of the creator. My son and I are very suitable. "

Snuggle up to your parents and blend in with Shan Ye. Ren Shanfeng lifted her long hair, brushed her cheeks and penetrated her heart. I run freely, as if carefree, and I can go anywhere. Stand on the top of the mountain, open your arms, close your eyes and take a deep breath while enjoying. There are countless melodies hovering in my mind, full and rising. I want to sing, praise green, count my memories of growing up in the past, spread the mystery of nature and show off the warmth of my family. I want to sing aloud, face the mountains and sing the comfort in my heart!

2. A short passage describing the singer's attitude when singing. China is my motherland, my motherland, I sing for you!

My motherland has beautiful and magical rivers and mountains. Throughout the ages, many literati have been moved by her! My motherland is rich in products, and it has given birth to the hero who Qian Qian worked hard for! My motherland has a long and splendid culture of 5,000 years, which has been sung by Chinese sons and daughters for generations!

Motherland, you are the mother, nurturing life on the earth! You decorated Suzhou and Hangzhou into a paradise; You set off the five mountains and two rivers magnificently! Longjing tea exudes your fragrance, Moutai reflects your mellow beauty, Jiangnan silk is your gorgeous coat, and Jingdezhen ceramics are exquisitely made by your dexterous hands. . . . . . As a result, 56 brothers and sisters unite and forge ahead, and happy flowers are flying on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau! Motherland, motherland, you have a broad mind and great spirit. You are a strong man in the forest of nations in the world. Motherland, I will sing loudly for you!

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The ship of time has come to 2 1 century, and we are aspiring successors!

When Uncle Yang Liwei stepped into space and saw his beautiful home in the vast universe, people all over the country were overjoyed! When the motherland faced unprecedented natural disasters, Chinese people all over the world raised strong arms; The success of the Olympic Games has once again written a new chapter for China ... Motherland, I am song for you!

You are the rising sun in the morning, you are a big umbrella in the rain, you are the towering Mount Tai, and you are the unyielding Yangtze River and Yellow River!

Confucius bowed for you and bowed for you. You are great and selfless. I can't describe your broad mind and great spirit accurately in words! Motherland, please let me song for you!

3. I found a short article "I want to sing loudly" and read "I want to sing loudly" written by Luo. I can't help but think of a story about "I want to sing loudly" told by my uncle.

This is a bus from Beihai, Guangxi to Vietnam. A five-year-old boy said to his mother, "Mom, I have to pee!" " "Mother pinched the child with her hand and said calmly," Son, we are abroad now, and we are foreign guests. We should be polite when we speak. Peeing can't be called peeing, it should be called singing. Otherwise foreigners will laugh at us. Hearing this, the child said loudly to the tour guide uncle, "Uncle, I want to sing!" "The tour guide listened to the child and said to the driver," Master Ruan, there is a karaoke bar in front. Please stop and let the children go down and sing a song. " Sure enough, the driver quickly parked the car next to a toilet on the side of the road. The tour guide greeted everyone with his incomprehensible Guangxi dialect: "Dear tourists, this is the karaoke hall. If you need to sing, please sing quickly. Next stop, we will visit the beautiful Halong Bay in Vietnam. " ..... After reading "I want to sing" written by Luo, I couldn't help thinking of a story told by my uncle about "I want to sing loudly".

This is a bus from Beihai, Guangxi to Vietnam. A five-year-old boy said to his mother, "Mom, I have to pee!" " "Mother pinched the child with her hand and said calmly," Son, we are abroad now, and we are foreign guests. We should be polite when we speak. Peeing can't be called peeing, it should be called singing. Otherwise foreigners will laugh at us. Hearing this, the child said loudly to the tour guide uncle, "Uncle, I want to sing!" "The tour guide listened to the child and said to the driver," Master Ruan, there is a karaoke bar in front. Please stop and let the children go down and sing a song. " Sure enough, the driver quickly parked the car next to a toilet on the side of the road. The tour guide greeted everyone with his incomprehensible Guangxi dialect: "Dear tourists, this is the karaoke hall. If you need to sing, please sing quickly. Next stop, we will visit the beautiful Halong Bay in Vietnam. " ……

After a few days of sightseeing, the child and mother returned to their grandmother's house in Shanghai. In the evening, the children and their mother were very excited to tell their grandmother interesting stories about their trip to Vietnam. Everyone goes to bed late. At two o'clock in the morning, as soon as grandma fell asleep, the little boy who slept with grandma cried: "grandma, I want to sing!" " Grandma rubbed her sleepy eyes and said, "Son, it's almost dawn." Go to sleep. Grandma will hear you sing again tomorrow. "Say that finish, grandma turned over and fell asleep again. In less than a minute, the child cried again. "Grandma, I still want to sing! ""Grandma was so sleepy that she vaguely said to her little grandson, "OK, you can sing if you want. You can whisper in grandma's ear, and grandma is listening! "As a result, the child stood up in a daze and peed on grandma's ear. Grandma felt a fever in her ears during her sleep, and then asked about the smell of urine. Grandma quickly turned over and got up. When she turned on the light, she saw that her pillow was full of urine and her baby grandson was sleeping sweetly. ...

4. I found a short article "I want to sing loudly" and read "I want to sing loudly" written by Luo. I can't help but think of a story about "I want to sing loudly" told by my uncle.

This is a bus from Beihai, Guangxi to Vietnam. A five-year-old boy said to his mother, "Mom, I have to pee!" " "Mother pinched the child with her hand and said calmly," Son, we are abroad now, and we are foreign guests. We should be polite when we speak. Peeing can't be called peeing, it should be called singing. Otherwise foreigners will laugh at us. Hearing this, the child said loudly to the tour guide uncle, "Uncle, I want to sing!" "The tour guide listened to the child and said to the driver," Master Ruan, there is a karaoke bar in front. Please stop and let the children go down and sing a song. " Sure enough, the driver quickly parked the car next to a toilet on the side of the road. The tour guide greeted everyone with his incomprehensible Guangxi dialect: "Dear tourists, this is the karaoke hall. If you need to sing, please sing quickly. Next stop, we will visit the beautiful Halong Bay in Vietnam. " ..... After reading "I want to sing" written by Luo, I couldn't help thinking of a story told by my uncle about "I want to sing loudly".

This is a bus from Beihai, Guangxi to Vietnam. A five-year-old boy said to his mother, "Mom, I have to pee!" " "Mother pinched the child with her hand and said calmly," Son, we are abroad now, and we are foreign guests. We should be polite when we speak. Peeing can't be called peeing, it should be called singing. Otherwise foreigners will laugh at us. Hearing this, the child said loudly to the tour guide uncle, "Uncle, I want to sing!" "The tour guide listened to the child and said to the driver," Master Ruan, there is a karaoke bar in front. Please stop and let the children go down and sing a song. " Sure enough, the driver quickly parked the car next to a toilet on the side of the road. The tour guide greeted everyone with his incomprehensible Guangxi dialect: "Dear tourists, this is the karaoke hall. If you need to sing, please sing quickly. Next stop, we will visit the beautiful Halong Bay in Vietnam. " ……

After a few days of sightseeing, the child and mother returned to their grandmother's house in Shanghai. In the evening, the children and their mother were very excited to tell their grandmother interesting stories about their trip to Vietnam. Everyone goes to bed late. At two o'clock in the morning, as soon as grandma fell asleep, the little boy who slept with grandma cried: "grandma, I want to sing!" " Grandma rubbed her sleepy eyes and said, "Son, it's almost dawn." Go to sleep. Grandma will hear you sing again tomorrow. "Say that finish, grandma turned over and fell asleep again. Less than a minute later, the child cried again: "Grandma, I still want to sing! ""Grandma was so sleepy that she vaguely said to her little grandson, "OK, you can sing if you want. You can whisper in grandma's ear, and grandma is listening! "As a result, the child stood up in a daze and peed on grandma's ear. Grandma felt a fever in her ears during her sleep, and then asked about the smell of urine. Grandma quickly turned over and got up. When she turned on the light, she saw that her pillow was full of urine and her baby grandson was sleeping sweetly. ...

I want to sing 600 words loudly. Spring is coming. In this beautiful spring, when you walk into our campus, you will see green eyes, hear the sound of reading and feel the rising sun in Ran Ran.

The bird is singing in the branches, and it is free to sing its favorite songs. The wind sings and dances in its own way.

In this book, you will see singing with your heart. Here, the little authors write little by little with pens, write with immature pens with inner inspiration, and sing and express in their favorite way.

Open this book, the ink is overflowing, and you will hear melodious tunes. On the way to school, she found the newly-grown grass with dew, so this beautiful spring came into being.

The vibrant campus attracted her and made the campus morning. A little spring outing is unforgettable for the little author, and flying a kite will make you relive the feeling of childhood.

If you look here, you will find that they also learned to talk to giants. They feel the education of love and Grimm's fairy tales and let their hearts wander in the book.

They use notes to record their thoughts on life problems. The cold notice was exhausted, and the spring breeze returned to the willow tree.

Colorful spring is coming, let's sing like little writers and sing happily as we please. Sing with a pen, and sing this colorful life with your heart.

Snowflakes I like winter, and I like snowflakes in winter more. Snowflakes are the "white messengers" in winter. Snowflakes are as perfect as white clouds in the sky. Snowflakes are so beautiful.

Snowflakes bloom in the air like flowers, and are as young and energetic as a little girl working in a factory. Snowflakes have that pure life, and snowflakes are flying in the sky.

They are as busy as bees picking honey in spring, and like thousands of flowers in Qian Qian, they are constantly rushing to the embrace of the earth. Snowflakes are too naughty. Seeing such snowflakes, I am as naughty as snowflakes. I walked into the embrace of the earth, I opened my hands and watched them fall on my head, body and hands.

One snowflake melted in my hand, another snowflake fell, and they finally stopped in my hand. They are so brave that I am covered with snowflakes. After a while, the ground and trees are white.

Until the earth is covered with snow. Ah! What a magnificent snow scene.

2. Sometimes I want to sing a song, eulogizing the sun, the sun and the moon in the morning, the tranquility at night, and the infinite spring of the motherland ... At night, the quiet sun is getting closer and closer to the horizon, and the blue sky is stained with a little red. If the sky is an incomparably vast canvas, the birds flying freely in the sky are the content of the painting, and the infinitely beautiful sunset is the finishing touch. People who go home in this sunset are like a boat sailing to the warm harbor of their hometown. When night falls, the sun has lost its last amazing light. It's too quiet. This quiet night is so gentle that all the families are brightly lit, so that the parents of a family are quietly waiting for their children who are coming home. Under the protection of the night, the doors of many families have been opened, and many great hearts have been stable and peaceful ... Laughed at night, so beautifully, so kindly and so quietly.

When the morning sun reappeared on the horizon, the sky was bright and there was no darkness at night. The sky is full of vitality because of his embellishment. Birds are flying in the sky singing cheerful songs, telling people that a new day has arrived and it is time to work hard. This is on the roof of the world. He runs and jumps, acting like lightning. His loud footsteps broke the peace here. His eyes sparkled with conquest, and his look was full of self-centeredness. Is he in the reflection mountain or is the mountain reflecting him? There is no need to explore, but I can only feel aggressive and domineering. Maybe this is a bold picture. This picture is as wide as the sky and as long as the earth, so it doesn't need to be measured.

Once, I asked him: Can you stop and have a rest? His answer is so simple and clear: no. I wonder: Why? But he replied deeply: I pursue the horizon, leaving only the back of others.

And the horizon can't catch up I'm surprised. "This is my dream, my lifelong pursuit, and I will stick to my dream.

If dreams die, life is like a bird with broken wings, which can never fly again. "I am surprised. All I can do is pray for him and pray that he will realize this dream he has been pursuing as soon as possible.

This is a song full of energy and determination. I want to sing along with the noise of the sun, but I'm afraid I will disturb his dream, so I have to do so. The tranquility of the night and the noise of the day are all worthy of praise. Why not let us find a suitable time to sing a song to express our feelings and hopes? To see a world in a grain of sand and a heaven in a flower, hold infinite power in the palm of your hand, and eternity in an instant … 3. There are many singers, inventors and scientists all over the world.

But I want to be a singer.

I'm totally a groupie. I feel comfortable all over when I talk about music. Perhaps because of this, I have an inseparable feeling for music. When listening to music, the beautiful melody makes me forget myself. I can forget all my troubles and enjoy the fun brought by music.

In my opinion, music is the palette of my life, and music is the way to lead me to a better realm. In all countries of the world, there are many excellent singers, which can be said to be countless.

Among them are my favorite singers, such as Vision Wei and Jason in China, Super Junior and TVXQ!! In Korea, these are very famous. I am often intoxicated by the songs of these singers. Sometimes I see them singing on the shining stage on TV. I envy and envy them for their beautiful songs and their sacred work.

How I wish I could stand on such a stage and sing about life. Of course, I am not a blind groupie. I like them, not only their songs, but more importantly.

6. I want to sing the topic of junior high school composition loudly. I want to write by singing. Life is a song, beautiful and melodious. I mainly want to write by singing. Why should I sing? What do you sing because you are moved? Touched things, you write what touched you in life and write the wonderful things in life! You see, the scene of students' efforts is a song, the scene of students' mutual assistance is a song, and the scene of students' sports activities is a song. Niu wrote these wonderful, touching and happy scenes, which is why you should sing aloud! At the end, I use a comparative sentence to express my feelings: wonderful junior high school life is a moving song, hard study life is a cheerful song, students' unity and mutual assistance is a melodious song, life is full of songs, and it is as beautiful as life is like a song. I want to sing aloud! I sing beautiful youth, classmates' friendship and struggling youth! I want to sing loudly.

7. Our composition of singing loudly Every voice has the right to sing loudly.

In a piece of music, regardless of height, every smiling note perfectly interprets the agility of music; Every time he waves, he accurately guides the harmony of melody, no matter how fast or slow; And every musician who sings, they are not only natural voices, but also noisy and chaotic, but every voice has the right to sing aloud, because it is impossible for a choir to speak with one voice, but countless different voices constitute the shocking power of chorus.

So is life. There are countless individuals in the groups that make up society. They are all indispensable individuals in our society, whether they are excellent or mediocre. We may be proud of our outstanding talents and look down on the ignorance of others for a while; We may be lucky to live in a good environment and laugh at others for living in a dirty environment. But we must understand that it is not our own choice of this life, but this life has chosen us. Although you and I both have incomparable talents, without the participation and cooperation of others, the most beautiful flowers are just a monotonous bunch of colors, and the blue sky is just an empty look. With the interdependence of green leaves and grass, the embellishment of lotus dew and the swaying of breeze, the picture of the whole flower is more lively and harmonious. Because of the fluttering of white clouds, the soaring of birds and the fleeting of meteors, people have a dream of flying for thousands of years when they look up at the sky. Therefore, social groups have advantages and disadvantages, and world culture has prosperity and decline, but each individual constitutes the whole society, and each culture has created great cultural prosperity.

Every voice has the right to sing loudly, which we cannot and cannot deprive. We should also respect the rights of others to safeguard our own rights, just like the notes in the music score, they go hand in hand, just like every baton we wave, they move with each other, just like every member of the choir, they are in harmony with each other and create a beautiful and moving melody!

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8. The composition of Unit 8, Book 1 of Chinese in the sixth grade of primary school is about singing. "Every time, I am strong in loneliness. Every time, even if I get hurt, I don't cry. I know, I always have invisible wings. Take me to fly, fly over despair-"Every time I carry my schoolbag and skip to hum Angela Zhang's" Invisible Wings ",my mind will be full of happiness and confidence.

I remember when I was in the third grade, I got 86 points in my first English test, but my good friends Mu Xing and He Beibei got full marks. My mother scolded me severely when she found out, saying that I humiliated her because I had been studying English outside since the first grade, but they didn't. In those days, I was depressed. I didn't take the initiative to talk in class and didn't play with my classmates after class. You've been making up English outside, and you didn't do as well as others in the exam-Miss Wang seems to have read my mind. One day in Chinese class, Mr. Wang suddenly asked, which one of you can sing Invisible Wings? As soon as Mr. Wang finished asking, several students sang loudly, and I was attracted by the beautiful melody. Then Mr. Wang said kindly, "this song will make people confident and help you grow." If you have time, you can study.

When I got home, I couldn't wait to turn on the computer, downloaded this song, printed the lyrics, and began to sing this song with my sister Angela Zhang.

Every time I listen to Sister Angela Zhang sing this song with her sweet voice, I will see a picture in front of me: In the evening, when the sun sets, a colorful glow shines on a big valley, and a beautiful angel is wearing a white gauze skirt and waving her wings. Suddenly, I seem to have grown beautiful wings. With the help of angels, I flew over valleys, streams, forests, the sea and finally the blue sky.

My favorite is the lyrics of this song, which seems to write out my feelings, let me learn to be strong from setbacks, let me see hope from disappointment and inferiority, and find my confidence again. Through unremitting efforts, my English scores are among the best, and I am happier and more confident than before.

I like this song very much. Listening to this song, I seem to have become a happy angel!