600 words 10 voice theme composition in my heart.

600 words (10) about the theme of sound in my heart.

In life, there will be all kinds of warm voices. The voice of concern comes from the warm care of relatives and friends, and it is the voice that touches our hearts. The following is a 600-word phonetic composition I shared in my heart. Welcome to reading.

600 words 1 It rained all night last night.

At noon, I walked on a slightly slippery gravel road. My mind is still thinking about what I was cheated: "last time, I saw an old man with a broken leg begging." I felt sorry for him and gave him one hundred dollars. But who knows, when I see him again, he has already run on the road! " Suddenly, a shrill scream "Ah!" It broke the peace of the alley and disturbed my thoughts.

Following the sound, I found an old woman with silver hair over eighty years old lying on the ground, and the dishes around her were scattered all over the floor. She groaned in pain and her mouth twitched. I guess the road slipped and I fell.

The more people gather, the more people watch. There is a group of people around, and people are talking about it. "Hey, another liar. These days, there are all kinds of liars. " "Yes, yes!"

I happened to be cheated in the crowd, and at first I was indifferent and onlookers. But when I saw grandma's painful expression, I was convulsing all over, as if I were going to die. Hesitated, but afraid of being cheated, when hesitant. My heart suddenly rang: "What are you waiting for? Saving lives is very important. What are you afraid of? Can you think about other people's feelings from another angle? " ! "I immediately understood and thought it over. Although an old man lied to me before, at least his leg was not broken, and there was another poor man in the world.

My eyes lit up at the thought. Step forward quickly, help grandma who fell to the ground, and ask softly if you want to take her to the hospital. At first, everyone was silent, as if they were ashamed of what they had just done. After a while, applause broke out in the crowd, and everyone sent praise to my ears, crying to send the old man to the hospital for examination. ...

The voice left in my heart is love, dedication and the warmth of people's hearts. In this society, some people may have become indifferent. But as long as you put such a voice in your heart and call for words and deeds of love, then the world will become extremely beautiful. Maybe sometimes you get confused. Like me, I almost made a big mistake. At the critical moment, you have the courage to overcome your worries and do what your heart tells you bravely. It will make your eyes bright, your heart warm and your world suddenly enlightened.

When I am faced with a choice, you will stand up and tell me the correct answer and promote me to become a kind and civilized person. Thank you, the voice left in my heart!

The phonetic theme composition left in my heart is 600 words 2 "Believe in yourself, you are excellent." These eight simple words are full of strength in my ears, and remain in my heart deeply, inspiring me to go through the ups and downs.

In fact, I have always been a very shy girl. What I admire most are those students who answer questions easily in class. The teacher talked to me many times, but it didn't seem to work. I have never been able to overcome my inner obstacles, and I always miss opportunities in my inner struggle, so I am often very upset.

It is also an ordinary Chinese class. Driven by the teacher, this class is very active. The students raised their arms one by one, hoping to attract the teacher's attention so as to behave well in front of the students. At this time, I can only silently lower my head, rub my fingers, secretly blame myself, or secretly raise my head and look up at those confident faces.

Gradually, the course has come to an end, but the atmosphere in the classroom is getting more and more warm, and I am also driven unconsciously. However, the hand seems to have a heavy burden and there is no sign of lifting it. Just when I felt helpless for my cowardice, I finally waited for a question. The teacher may have seen the subtle changes in my face and deliberately left me a chance for a while. I noticed the teacher's expectant eyes, and instantly felt my face burning, which accelerated the blink of an eye. I looked down shyly and thought, this is the best opportunity. I can't live up to the teacher's expectations, but ...

Just as my forehead was sweating, I heard that familiar and gentle voice, "believe in yourself, you are excellent." The first time I heard it, I felt like a ray of sunshine in winter, which gently sprinkled on my heart, driving away my inner worries and making my mouth unconsciously rise. When I echoed in my mind again, I heard eight powerful words, which shocked my heart and made me feel unprecedented self-confidence. I held my head high, my eyes fixed on the teacher, my expression was firm, and I did not hesitate to raise my hand that had been sleeping for many years. After hearing the teacher call the roll, I got up confidently, but the amazing eyes of my classmates made my answer more comfortable. I completed the leap in my heart, and the sentence "Believe in yourself, you are excellent" became the voice in my heart.

Whenever I encounter difficulties in my study and start to doubt myself, the sentence "Believe in yourself, you are excellent" begins to echo in my mind, so I regain my confidence and firmly meet the challenges in the future.

The teacher's encouragement will always be the voice in my heart.

In winter, the dry treetops are like straight vines on the horizon. The sky is as dry and tasteless as white cloth, which makes people feel chilling.

I struggled forward and struggled with the biting cold wind. Layers of dust around me, as if to leave me, but I am extremely ungrateful, my heart is full of abuse, and my heart is more restless.

"Today, I just got on the bus alone and went back to that lovely home!" I muttered to myself. Finally, while waiting for the bus, I slowly searched my pocket with calloused hands, but found nothing. "Master, I'll take care of the children in the back first, and then I'll put in the coin!" I pretended to walk back calmly, and my heart was undoubtedly a mess. Finally, my anxiety filled my whole body, and I couldn't help blushing on both sides, and I had a cold sweat on my hands.

"That man just now, is he ready, just waiting for you to put in the coin!" The driver blurted out without sympathy, which made my heart burn.

I asked anyone in the carriage for help. They seemed to be avoiding something, and both of them turned away.

"Don't you have any money? Let me vote for you! " A short hoarse voice got into my ear. Gratitude surged up quickly, and I turned around: a simple and thin jacket, a pair of old cloth shoes that could not be mended, and those white-haired temples that shone with unparalleled light ... Before I could fully react, the old man quickly opened the plastic bag wrapped in several layers in his hand, and then carefully stuffed three yuan into my hand. There were only a few yellow ones in the old man's plastic bag.

I carefully folded 3 yuan's money and put it in the coin box. The driver glanced at me and drove on casually. No one in the carriage knows what just happened. Only I know the old man's weather-beaten hoarse voice, but it is as warm as the spring breeze. Only his voice made me forget ... When the old man got off the bus, I shouted without hesitation, "Grandpa, thank you!" " The old man nodded slightly to me, but I didn't feel anything around me-people looked at me curiously and didn't know what had happened.

At the stop, the treetops, like broken vines, stretch out to the horizon and blend in with the sky. The boundless sky is no longer so lonely. ...

I walked lightly, accompanied by the hoarse voice of the old man, and returned home happily. Just like the warmth left in the world, once you hear it, you will never forget it.

At that moment, the applause thundered and lit up the confidence that had disappeared.

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Her cheeks were red and her head kept sweating. Her lips, which should be gushing, are now bitten tightly by Bay's teeth, clinging to her skirt as if to remember the next sentence.

The students around me couldn't help whispering, "You won't forget the words, will you?"

"Really, why don't you prepare for such an important speech?" There is inevitably a rebuke in words. Looking at the girl who is getting more and more uneasy in questioning on the stage, I think she really looks like a person, who she was two years ago.

"Bang" the music under the stage suddenly stopped, and a moment of silence was the premise for everyone to reflect, followed by a sigh. This is the first time I have participated in this kind of performance on the stage. I was at a loss in panic. I just stood there with my piano in my arms. Now there are only three or four strings. How can I pull it out? The bright lights in the hall make me dizzy, and everyone's whispering makes me feel wronged, but who in the audience knows my unremitting practice on the eve of taking the stage?

With the noise getting louder and louder under the stage, I feel like my face is on fire, and my hand holding the strings is no longer flexible and stiff as if it were frozen. Sore throat and sore nose. I feel tears in my eyes.

At this time, the host rushed to the stage to save the scene. "You see how hard our players practice and the strings are broken. This song should only be in the sky. How do you listen? Everyone applauds! " The humorous words of the host made the audience laugh, and I laughed, too. Tears rolled down when I laughed. I don't know whether I am sad or grateful. Anyway, I think it's already done. Can it get any worse? Then I used the remaining three strings to go down, replaced the previously broken string with a difficult treble, and played the track seamlessly.

I thought there would only be discussion, but I looked up and saw everyone's smiling faces. Applause sounded, and some even cheered for me. It was a heartfelt compliment, like a touch of sunshine falling in my heart, melting the ice and making me really laugh, just like a successful person.

Thought of here, even after a long time, I still can't help but feel warm. I can't help clapping, just like the host left a scene for me and this girl. At that time, applause filled the whole campus, the girl trembled and bowed to the crowd, and tears kept pouring out of her beautiful eyes.

As I expected, the girl really got the applause she deserved after she finished speaking. The ending is a bit old-fashioned, but it must be like this every time, as long as someone is willing to give a little affirmation.

Ask me why I applaud. In fact, I just gave the girl the voice in my heart, which ignited her self-confidence and made her feel the warmth of being understood and inclusive. Of course, not only she, but I, including everyone, will be warm.

Hey, did you hear the applause? Please keep it in mind and share it with everyone around you.

600 words of phonetic theme composition left in my heart. 5 "Grandma, Grandma, let's go there for the Chinese New Year!" I ..... "Hidden in the heart of that sentence and pharynx back.

It is located at the foot of a rugged mountain, next to the crystal-clear lake, perhaps because it was irrigated by the lake, or because it absorbed the aura of heaven and earth. It is thick and lush. The fruit of this jujube tree contains one beautiful memory after another of my childhood.

I always like to put two small benches under the jujube tree after lunch and pester my grandmother to tell me stories about her childhood. My grandmother wants to tell me a story to put me to sleep. As a result, the more I listened, the more energetic I became, and I couldn't sleep at all. I won't stop until my stomach turns back. At this time, grandma led me with a tool: a bamboo basket. A long bamboo pole. Grandma stood on tiptoe and bumped into it. I was at the bottom and followed. In a short time, the dates will overflow.

Grandma took the dates from my hand, walked to the lake, skillfully soaked the basket in water, shook it three times and fished it up.

Grandma always unhurriedly picked the biggest and reddest dates and handed them to my mouth. If I think it's delicious, I will jump around my grandmother. My grandmother will laugh when she looks at me so happy. If I don't feel delicious, I will spit it out quickly, cover my mouth with my hand and say, "bah." Grandma looked at me like that and came over and scraped my nose and said, "You smelly girl." Said, handfuls of me into my arms, took off the sweet dates to coax me.

Before dinner, grandma took me to the vegetable garden to pick vegetables. However, she never let me into the vegetable garden. She always keeps me in front of the vegetable garden. She said she was afraid that I would be bitten by insects. As for me, I obediently watched my grandma walking around picking. After picking vegetables, we walked home along the field path. Grandma always hums a little song and shakes my little hand from time to time.

The sun sets and the mountains echo with our laughter.

We weave brooms, choose vegetables and wash vegetables ... every day is extraordinarily fulfilling.

Now, my grandmother and I both live in other places. My grandmother calls me every week to chat and recall stories of my childhood. My grandmother said that she missed me very much. I know she really wants me to tell her that I miss her too. But I'm embarrassed to say it. I keep all these childhood memories in my mind and everything I want to say in my heart. But grandma always understands me. She will always be the one who can hear my voice in my heart.

But at the moment, I want to tell my grandmother loudly: "I ... I miss the wonderful childhood I spent with you, I miss that jujube tree, that vegetable garden, I miss my hometown, and I miss you more."

Speak the voice left in your heart, let the world hear your voice, and make your heart warm.

In my memory, her voice is sweet, but she is also a strict person, and this sweetness naturally adds more seriousness.

She is my cousin.

I have been to her house many times. Every time I go, she will ask me about my recent grades. I know, this is her concern for me. Because her grades are so good, I feel a sense of inferiority every time I talk about her grades.

She is never vague about her studies. I remember what she said the most: "Never be complacent because others are temporarily frustrated." This is her motto.

Maybe it's because of her influence Every time I see the person in front of me fall behind me, I have an inexplicable fear. Because I know that this failure is only their abnormal performance, and they will only work harder in the future. If I indulge in this victory, I will be dumped by them next time.

She's, uh, really great. She said to me: "In fact, everyone will have a kind of self-confidence. If you think that you have lost after being surpassed several times, then you really won't succeed. "

I am in a confused period now, I don't know anything, and I will only worry about being surpassed all day. Facing the classmates in front of me, I feel even more out of reach. There is really a feeling of special insecurity. I am afraid that I will fall down carelessly and fail carelessly.

Maybe I'm still looking for confidence. But I believe that when I am truly confident, I will be better than now.

Her voice, deeply in my heart, gave me confidence, gave me the direction to work hard, and made me try my best to be myself.

The phonetic theme composition 600 words 7 left in my heart seems to be the call of past lives, illuminating my heart again and again; It's like shouting again and again, resounding through the sky: it's like being special in plain, I remember it in my heart.

"Be brave to be yourself. Don't close your truest self in order to leave a good impression on others and do what you want to do. " I always remember this sentence. In this world, too many people go with the flow, too many people lose their true selves because of this world, too many people live for others, and how many people can be brave enough to be themselves? What are you? Follow your heart and be yourself.

Over the past few years, I have grown up, become sensible and learned to pretend. I always think that others are the best, but I always forget that "myself" is the most special. The voice in my heart also reminds me to do what I want. Being myself helped me find my way in the "lost way" and the most authentic "me"-crying and laughing. Only be nice to the person you "love", this is the truest me!

Every day, every month, every year, this period of time is slipping away quietly, and it also makes me find that being the truest self and facing up to my own advantages and disadvantages is the most comfortable way of life. Many people are very tired every day, wearing thick armor every day, and only when they get home will they unload all their "defenses". In the face of the person I love, I just want to say that there is nothing happier than being brave and serious.

When I was a child, I didn't understand what my parents set for me, so I tried to achieve or even change myself. Now I understand, give yourself a small goal, do what you want, and don't go against your inner wishes, just as Bai Luomei said in "All encounters in the world are reunited after a long separation": "Love the people you love, write the words you love." In this way, she lived a poetic life and relaxed every day. She believes in Buddhism and writes all the words related to enlightenment and Zen. She believes in the afterlife and writes about it. He loves tea, so he drinks it when he is free.

Follow your inner voice, believe in yourself, and the voice left in your heart will tell you the right choice. Remember, you are the best of yourself. The voice that stays in my heart will write the chapter of the rest of my life with you.

There is a voice that is plain and simple, and there is a voice that grows with me slowly. The crisp and sweet voice still echoes in my ears and stays in my heart for a long time. ...

Every night, I can always hear the sound of "click click", as fragile as a bell bird. Very comfortable. I always wanted to see the source of the sound, but I was delayed every time because of piles of homework.

"You must finish it before you can go to school." My mother stood by and stared at me with a non-negotiable expression. "I'm late. I will stay and eat on the way. " Holding the walnut, I ran out of the house like an escape.

Holding it, I can't laugh or cry. This ordinary walnut is regarded as a delicacy by my mother. Some people say that walnuts can nourish the brain, but what I don't like most is walnuts, which are bitter and astringent.

Looking back, I didn't see my mother again, so I threw the walnut in the grass next to me and shouted to the foraging bird, "Don't look, come and eat the walnut!" " "

I don't think so in my heart. Isn't it a walnut?

In the evening, after finishing my homework, I just walked into the door and found that the light in my mother's room was still on. Is there a "click" sound?

This strange noise aroused my curiosity. I crept to my mother's door and leaned in. I can see my mother working in the dim light.

Mother has a bag of walnuts at hand and a pair of pliers in her right hand to peel the shell. It turns out that the gap between walnuts is moderate every morning.

The wonderful sound of "click click" came again. Suddenly, the shell of the walnut my mother was peeling cracked and the fragments in the west wind splashed out. My mother didn't expect this shell to crack so easily. Inadvertently, the pliers were heavily clamped on her fingers.

I clenched my fist, my heart ached, and I subconsciously walked a thousand steps on the ground and made a noise.

My mother turned around when she noticed the noise. I ran back to my room. Two lines of hot tears rolled down my nose, and the sound flowed into my heart like a warm current. I closed my eyes and fell asleep in the rhythmic sound of walnuts.

The next morning, I put walnuts in my mouth, and a faint fragrance spread on the tip of my tongue, and there was a "click" sound in my ear. I know all I chew is walnuts!

Even though time is changing and the scenery around us is changing, the sound of walnuts is the heavy maternal love!

On the road of life, I can't avoid the frustration caused by failures, but it is these failures that create brilliant success in the future. Some success comes from the help of others. He can help you, become a paving stone for your success, and also inspire you to succeed. A casual sentence from others may attract your attention, make you pay attention to it, repeat it in your mind for countless times, engrave it in your heart, and become a voice that stays in your heart.

At the end of the first monthly exam after school, I knew I didn't do well in the exam, and my classmates were discussing the answers. Some people are very excited about this answer, as if he did very well in the exam, while others are whining and muttering, and their expressions are very lost. A close friend ran up to me and stopped beside me. He sat in my classmate's seat and asked me how I did in the exam. This time, I customized him as a competitor. Maybe he did well in the exam, so he showed off confidently, so I had to raise my hand to show that I didn't want to say anything to avoid being laughed at. He also knew that he didn't ask anything, got up and wanted to go, and his mouth seemed a little disdainful and sarcastic. I thought to myself, "Oh, no, I vowed to pass him before the exam, and the score will be laughed at." At the thought of the bell, I also burn my bridges and prepare for the next class.

"The results are out!" With a shout from the most active boy in the class, the whole class suddenly exploded. Some people are excited to know the results to show off their grades, but more are the plaintive voices of boys with poor grades. Class representatives came to the classroom with papers to be handed out, and a large group of boys rushed to see the results first. I left the classroom as soon as I saw this scene, and it was humiliating to be seen by everyone when I failed the exam. Before I got up, my competitor came up to me from the door with two pieces of paper, threw one of them on my desk and said, "I'm not as tall this time, and it won't be possible in the future." The teacher called you over and I looked at my score. He also showed me the paper, indicating that they were much better than me. I got up at once and went to the office. Before he left, he didn't forget to sneer, "bon voyage. "I ignored him, just turned to sneer, and then began to think what the teacher would ask me, how can I explain it? Before I could think it over, I came to the office and saw the teacher looking at me coldly at my desk and beckoning me over. At that time, my mind was blank and I was at a loss, waiting for training with my head down. He said, "How did you do in this exam? Bring me the newspaper. "He took out a red envelope, put my paper flat on the table, told me to get closer and began to tell me the wrong questions one by one. Then he analyzed the cause of the mistake and said with some regret, "You should read more notes. You usually remember that you have to take the exam. "Then I turned the paper over." I expect a lot from you. Work hard. "I didn't pay attention to English before, thinking that the teacher didn't care, but after listening to the teacher, I think English is not irrelevant. Teachers have expectations and confidence in me, and I should pay attention to them myself. I quickly nodded firmly and replied, "I will try my best." "He seems to be used to listening to classmates say this sentence and didn't care. He picked up my paper and handed it to me, indicating that I could go. Before leaving, he asked me to wait so that I could get the grades he thought I could get in the next exam.

Until now, I am still encouraging myself. Whenever I feel depressed and want to give up, I will think of what my teacher said to me and what he expected of me, which urges me to continue my efforts. His powerful voice lingered in my heart for a long time, echoing repeatedly. Those cynicism about others also impressed me deeply, and the driving force to turn them into progress is my progress.

In the memory of 600 words 10, her voice is very sweet, but she is also a strict person, and that sweetness is naturally more serious.

She is my cousin.

I have been to her house many times. Every time I go, she will ask me about my recent grades. I know, this is her concern for me. Because her grades are so good, I feel a sense of inferiority every time I talk about her grades.

She is never vague about her studies.

I remember what she said the most: "Never be complacent because others are temporarily frustrated." This is her motto.

Maybe it's because of her influence Every time I see the person in front of me fall behind me, I have an inexplicable fear. Because I know that this failure is only their abnormal performance, and they will only work harder in the future. If I indulge in this victory, I will be dumped by them next time.

She's, uh, really great. She said to me: "In fact, everyone will have a kind of self-confidence. If you think that you have lost after being surpassed several times, then you really won't succeed. "

I am in a confused period now, I don't know anything, and I will only worry about being surpassed all day. Facing the classmates in front of me, I feel even more out of reach. There is really a feeling of special insecurity. I am afraid that I will fall down carelessly and fail carelessly.

Maybe I'm still looking for confidence. But I believe that when I am truly confident, I will be better than now.

Her voice, deeply in my heart, gave me confidence, gave me the direction to work hard, and made me try my best to be myself.