The voice echoed in my ears.

In real life or work and study, everyone must have been exposed to composition. With the help of composition, people can reflect objective things, express thoughts and feelings, and transmit knowledge and information. How to write a composition to avoid stepping on thunder? The following is a composition with my voice echoing in my ears, which I carefully arranged for your reference, hoping to help friends in need.

The voice echoed in my ears. It was my birthday. It was originally a happy day, but my mood became gloomy in the face of the large and deserted room. I turned on my mobile phone, looking for something to fill the vacancy and looked at the space. There are many jokes, but I can't be happy.

"Ding-dong", a message came in, from my mother, a voice message. Alas, you went out to play, left me alone at home, and pretended to comfort me? I hesitated for a while, but I opened it gently. A tune came to my face: "Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you …" The familiar melody and lyrics are birthday songs, but they are the chorus of parents, the rough voice of father and the delicate and soft voice of mother. Two kinds of sounds are mixed together, which is very nice. My fingers unconsciously clicked over and over again, and after listening over and over again, my eyes began to get wet and my heart lit up. I finally understand that I will always be their treasure, even if they are not with me, but their hearts will always care about me. At this moment, the birthday song is the best interpretation of this emotion.

"Happy birthday to you ...", the music is flowing in my ear, and the happy song continues. This sound warms me like the warm sun in winter and moistens me like the drizzle in spring. I rubbed the quilt with my hand and tried my best to control myself, but tears of disappointment still flowed down my cheeks.

Outside the window, the moonlight is bright and gentle, setting off a quiet and peaceful night. A few barks from the depths of the alley added to the warmth of the night. ......

"Happy birthday to you …", whenever I am lonely, whenever I am lazy, whenever I am depressed, that voice always echoes in my ear. I know it is the care and love of my parents. With it, no matter whether it is windy or rainy, there will be no more haze in my sky.

The voice echoed in my ears. The familiar music is ringing in my ears again.

"Mi, then, you, do ..." I started learning music at the age of six. Among my peers, no one is more skilled than me, and I can't help feeling smug.

until one day ...

After I practice my guitar, I still have some time to go to bed. I strolled to the community garden, where it was remote and no one would come in and out. I am alone, sitting on the swing, swinging, swinging ... Suddenly, the beautiful rhyme is like a spring of the soul, flowing out of the shabby little room opposite.

I slowed down the swing speed of the swing and jumped down. I approached the hut gently. Hey! What do I see? A blind boy is playing the guitar? I can't believe it and I can't imagine it. Blind people, guitar and music, these three things seem to be inextricably linked. However, the facts are right in front of us. Blind children can not only play, but every note is so delicate and just right.

In my shock, he has sung: "

Maybe, blind.

Maybe it's an option.

So I can

Touch it more accurately

The note itself and its soul. "

This should be his original song, touching melody, touching lyrics, all created by himself.

A blind man can stick to his dream so much. How rare! How much he loves music, and God plays tricks on people. What wonderful music it would be if his eyes were not blind!

His lyrics, which have been lingering in my ears, have also changed my pride.

There are many beautiful voices in the world, and I prefer one, that is heartbeat. Why? Come on, come with me, I'll tell you!

It can be traced back to my second grade. I still remember that day. This is a special day. The students are sitting in the classroom seriously. The air is filled with a serious atmosphere, emitting suppressed joy and deep concern. Like a surprise. It turned out that I was doing a thrilling thing-getting my report card. The teacher came in. With a big stack of report cards in her hand, the students became silent at once. Some students even stretched themselves. It's a pity that I left a bamboo basket to draw water-it was empty, and the teacher wouldn't let everyone see it easily. She covered it with a piece of white paper and began to send it. I can even hear everyone's heartbeat clearly, and my heart is beating violently. I feel like throwing up, and I got the list. I did well in the exam and naturally danced. From then on, I fell in love with this strange sound.

Of course, the heartbeat doesn't stop there.

When you calm down and be alone, do you hear your own heartbeat? Before going to bed, I usually listen to my heartbeat carefully, because at this time I am looking forward to the future. What will happen tomorrow? No one knows, so it's inspirational and wonderful.

The heart is like a never-ending pump, constantly providing energy for our human body. "Bang, bang, bang" This is a beautiful rhythm. A normal person's heart beats about 1 100 million times in his life. It can be seen that the heart is an industrious organ.

Now, I lie in bed and hear my heartbeat, and my voice echoes in my ears.

Heart, beating the rhythm of life; Heart, write the wonderful music of animals; Heart, return to the sanctity of nature!

The voice echoed in my ears. In the depths of my memory, many pictures of life may have turned yellow and lost. However, those sounds that hit my heart often travel through time and space, and are deeply remembered in my ears, wetting my eyes and warming my life.

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"Mom, I saw several sets of clothes on the Internet. Please take a look at them for me. Can I buy it? " "What? What clothes are you looking at? Add up to more than a thousand dollars! " "Then why don't I choose something cheaper?" I looked at my mother's face and asked carefully. "No, I can't buy anything," my mother interrupted me, and then she said, "The things on the Internet are not good, and the credibility is not high ..." Those nagging words that I was tired of listening to rang in my ears again, and I said angrily, "If you don't buy it, don't buy it." Then he turned and left. "If you don't buy it for me, I'll let my sister-in-law buy it for me." My mouth is chanting.

I did, and I went to my sister-in-law's house early the next morning because I didn't say hello beforehand. I think that's how my sister-in-law went out! Big bag of things. My sister-in-law said, "I'm going to Zhengzhou to do something. Come with me! " I readily agreed, thinking that my sister-in-law would protect me this time and see what my mother said about me. In the car, I fell asleep and had a sweet dream. My mother bought all my favorite clothes. I exclaimed a few times. My sister-in-law was surprised and asked, "What, do you miss your mother?" I blurted out, "No."My sister-in-law just shook her head and said nothing.

These days in Zhengzhou are not fun at all. Sleep until I wake up naturally every day, and I can't hear my mother wake me up. My biological clock is out of order. What's more sad is that my sister-in-law goes out to do business every day and lets me lock the house alone. I've been playing computer and watching TV, and my ears seem to be thinking, "Stop watching TV, it's not good for my eyes." I was smart enough to turn off the TV. At this moment, the voice of opening the door rang. When I saw it, it was my mother. I couldn't help running over and hugging my mother. Sister-in-law said, "Don't be sensational here, I'll take you out to play!" " I smiled happily. That's a happy smile.

There is a voice that haunts my mind. It is the warmest sound.

The sound echoes in the ear. That was so long ago, when the passage of time changed, the horseshoes trembled behind them and the arrows roared in their ears. Looking back 1000 years later, the voice still echoes in my ears.

A bright moon stays in the sky, and a person is very sad in the quiet and mysterious moon palace. The stars move the eternal dance steps. Where there is the moon, there are always stars, which are life and death. Breaking the darkness of the night at dawn is lofty sentiments. A "yellow scarf" turned a thick page in history. Deduct too much sadness, who will comment?

What I can't forget is the vow of "live and die together, honor and disgrace and * * *" in Taoyuan, which lasts forever from the crystal pink of peach blossom. However, the pace of history is always tortuous, and once eternity has become a short encounter. This oath finally sank into the abyss of history and never came back. What I can't forget is that Guan Yu's eighteen martial arts, Liu Xuande's and Cao Cao's soul-stirring talk about heroes, Zhang Yide's roaring, once brilliant, once laughing and laughing wiped out Guan Yu's arrogance of treating Wu Dong as a grass dog, and that hasty departure made me drunk and heartbroken.

Simple memories rushed to the other side with the years, but failed to reach the end of the three brotherhood, such as a glimpse of the lake, rippling in my heart, thin voice echoed in my ears.

What I can't forget is the anecdotes I knew about the world before I was young, the understated words before the war, and the heroism of fighting Confucianism in Jiangdong. It is a glass of wine, which makes people never tire of drinking, and the lingering fragrance makes people daydream in it. Bai Di's "dedication, six out of Qishan" failed. Those unhappy feelings have gone through thousands of years, which makes people sad. The rustling autumn wind blows through Wuzhangyuan, and I seem to hear your words of regret for the unfinished legacy of the late emperor, as well as your silence on life. Your loyalty to the late emperor makes me sad. In that model, the words that have been dusty for thousands of years are echoing and leaning against the doors and windows alone.

Indulge in the quiet time of the book, that nostalgia lingers in my heart, the passage of time is unstoppable, and only those voices shine in the depths of my memory.

The voice echoed in my ears. I walked on the undulating desert, and the whistling wind rolled up the yellow sand. Sand like a knife across my face, driving a carriage, walking on the endless yellow sand, every step has become difficult and painful. In the carriage behind him sat a woman, Wang Zhaojun, who was about to marry in the frontier. Her delicate face is calm, and she has a lute in her arms. Long and moving music flows between fingers and strings, fighting against the roar of the wind in the desert of yellow sand. Suddenly collided with a tragic and desolate beauty, but it was connected with the melody of life. Generation shows the value of life, like a thick green rose in a deserted desert, so touching.

Looking at all this, the long rhyme echoed in my heart, and my heart trembled slightly. Why do I feel the rhythm of life and the beauty of vicissitudes in the bustling and noisy Luoyang city? When she arrived at the frontier, she was destined to be thousands of miles away from the holy land and splendor of the prosperous Tang Dynasty. But she looked at the ups and downs, smiled quietly, lifted her broad mind to the sky, and brought the value of life to the extreme.

Through the yellow sand all over the sky, I vaguely saw a group of people, which is the end of this trip. Is she really not afraid? I saw her looking back at her hometown with strange light in her eyes and regret in her mouth. When I came to the border, I saw the happy face of the border people and the figure of her quietly getting off the carriage, and her long hair floated with the wind. My eyes are moist.

Walking on the way back to the city, the wind and sand are getting smaller and smaller, the sun is setting, and melodious music is ringing in my ears, which is magnificent and reflects a red sun. Leaping over the desert, the stirring melody, the immortal banner of the desert. I look up at the sky. Yes, she's not afraid. She is an eternal song of life. In order to protect thousands of people in Qian Qian from the war, she sacrificed herself, but left a wisp of charm in this vast desert and sprinkled it on the land in the prosperous Tang Dynasty.

The voice kept ringing in my ears, and I heard her voice.

The voice echoed in my ears. When my child was five years old, it was a lively, naughty, cheerful and free period, but at this time I was not as crazy as other children. Because of a small accident when I was 4 years old, I had to stay at home honestly and not go out to play. In my childhood, I was a melancholy child without happiness, and only grandma's loving words kept echoing in my ears.

When I went to kindergarten at the age of four, I always cried on the road because I didn't want to go. In this way, the cold of winter poured into my throat and made me suffer from asthma. But what I will remember most in my life happened at that time and will be engraved in my young heart forever.

The north wind roared outside the window, as if to uproot the whole city, and the snow quietly seemed to indicate that this year was the coldest year in Northeast China. At this time, I was lying quietly in the warm bed, and suddenly I felt a sense of suffocation. I suddenly rushed up from my throat. "Milk—I feel sick—"I cried with difficulty. As soon as my grandmother came to see me, her face turned red and sweat poured down like a waterfall. Without saying anything, my grandmother immediately dressed my grandfather and asked him to hold me and prepare to go to the hospital.

At this time, my father also rushed over, opened the door behind my back, ran downstairs quickly, found a taxi to open the door and put me in. He said anxiously, "Driver, get to Changchun as soon as possible." Just as the bus was about to start, I saw my grandmother kneeling in front of the Buddha and heard her words for the first time, "Don't let my grandson suffer, turn the disease on me!" "

When I woke up, I was lying in a big house. There are sophisticated machines everywhere, and I'm covered in pipes. The whole family cried, and even the most determined father showed a sad look. My family saw me wake up and get together. My mother kissed my face, and my grandmother dropped tears on my face.

Whenever I want to eat something that induces asthma, I will think of words of love from my heart.

The voice echoed in my ears. Came to the river, gently picked up a stone, or fell into the water. The sound of "splash" was crisp and pleasant, which aroused ripples in my heart. This voice has been echoing in my ears.

It was a rainy summer day, and the dark clouds were like huge rocks, which made people breathless. On that day, I lost my classmate's book and had a quarrel with her. My teacher criticized me for not finishing my homework in time, and I was angry with my mother when I came home. . . On that day, it seemed that all troubles were like chewing gum. When I walked out of the house, a crystal stone fell into my eye. I kicked him to relieve boredom and unconsciously came to the river. I accidentally kicked the stone into the river, and with a bang, the sound fluctuated in my heart. Watching the stone fall into the water, it seems that all my troubles are accompanied by the stone sinking into the water, and I am imprisoned at the bottom of the water. Then I picked up a big stone, "exploded" it into the water and took me away. Erase the sadness in my heart.

It was a sunny spring day and everything was so beautiful. I came to the river with my hard-earned achievements. The spring breeze blows me with open arms, enjoying the touch of the wind and the faint fragrance of flowers. I picked up a stone next to me and gently threw it into the water. Water waves rippled and stones sank to the bottom, locking happiness into my memory. That sound, like a gunshot before I started, gave me motivation.

Thoughts return to reality, the river is calm, but the heart is choppy and full of waves. Years passed little by little, and too many memories were preserved at the bottom of the river. That's my life. The bottom of the river should be colorful.

Many years later, I will not forget this river full of memories, nor will I forget that voice.

The sound echoed in my ears. Although my birthday has passed, that voice still echoes in my ears. That is the happy birthday song that my classmates sang to me, and it is the best blessing of my classmates.

On my birthday night, when the bell rang, the lights in the classroom suddenly went out. Then, to my surprise, the students began to count down: "three, two, one!" " "Then, there was a happy birthday song for me in the classroom.

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you …" This song is too familiar to sing. On this night, I listened to this song and felt a wordless joy and joy in my heart. I didn't expect my classmates to know that today is my birthday, and I didn't expect my classmates to prepare such a surprise for me.

After the students finished singing, the voice stopped and the lights in the classroom came on again. I saw all the students in the classroom with smiles on their faces, and my eyes were full of cheerful joy. Then, I saw the birthday presents my classmates gave me. ...

This is a very happy birthday for me. On this birthday, I received a blessing from everyone in my class. These blessings are so warm. Now, many days have passed since my birthday, but the happy birthday song that sounded in my ear that night still echoes in my ear.

The voice echoing in my ear is so sincere and full of blessings. This is a beautiful memory, and every classmate's voice touched me. I think no matter how long it takes, I will remember that night, and I will remember the happy birthday songs that my classmates sang to me.

That voice echoes in my ears, and it is a precious voice in my heart. In my voice, my classmates pay attention to me and give me their blessings.

Listen! "Happy birthday to you ..." This cheerful birthday song rang in my ear again, and I smiled unconsciously.

The sound echoes in your ear. There are countless beautiful and moving voices in the world. What kind of sound is echoing in your ear? I have a soft spot for the dripping summer rain.

The rain in summer is pleasant and refreshing. The raindrops fell on the ground and made a clear sound. Hearing this voice, I seem to see the charming summer rain.

When the dark clouds churned in the sky, the faint thunder and lightning appeared, and the summer rain came quietly. Huge raindrops beat against the leaves and hugged them. Bubbles of different sizes appeared in the puddles on the ground, and the soil was full of water, splashing a piece of muddy water. Summer rain is a dance. Did you hear that wonderful music? The leaves wet by the rain are green and black, and with the sound of water drops falling from the leaves, the line of sight shifts to the low grass. You see, there is a diamond on the tip of the green grass, and there are grass bugs in the nest, making a sparse friction sound. Must be welcoming the refreshing rain!

In the garden, the rain danced with the petals and fell to the ground, leaving only some fibers and crisp jingle, telling a sad story. Leaves are full of tears in the sky, crystal clear and charming, scattered on the bluestone road, listening to the rain beating on the umbrella, listening to the flowers falling on the ground, listening to the bubbles bursting in the puddle, that is just a poetic secret belonging to one person.

The fruit on the fruit tree was washed clean by the rain. I seem to see their happy smiles and hear their praise for Xia Yu. Ah, the touching rain echoes in my ears, awakening the summer flowers in my dreams, awakening the new buds in the dark, and awakening the beans in the pods. Has been completely washed away by the cold rain. Accompanied by their cheerful songs, everything was completely new, and they straightened up to face midsummer.

The sound of rain always echoes in people's hearts. Whether it is the softness of moistening things, the passion of jumping into a boat in white rain, or the crisp drizzle in the sky, it is a symbol of selflessness and beauty. Listen, the beauty of the rain is gorgeous and speechless.

No matter how many negative things there are, that beautiful voice will always calm my anxiety and sadness, just like this intoxicating rain, echoing in my ears.

Listen, that voice, echoing in my ears.

The voice echoed in my ears. I don't know how long it took, but a cold wind blew and I couldn't help shivering. Oh, the tide is rising! The sea lost its tranquility and gentleness just now. Like a fierce lion, it roared and rushed to the beach, violently rushed to my feet, hit the rocks, stirred up snow-white waves and made a thunderous roar.

The sound of the waves beating against the rocks echoed in my ears for a long time.

I stood on the rocks along the coast, watching the undulating, undulating and swaying waves. They jump and fall, like rows of seagulls spreading their wings, like countless roaring dragons, like 10 thousand glittering and translucent white pears. Ear is the eternal sound of the waves. I just feel that I have been immersed in this sea. I seem to be playing with the waves and shuttling between rocks with the sea. I seem to be a free fish, swimming freely in the deep but lively and quiet sea. Suddenly I felt the air was fresh and smelled the salty taste of the exclusive sea, but the sea seemed clearer and more charming. Everything is so beautiful, so plain but refreshing.

There is another roar, and the falling waves fall like waterfalls, as soft as white gauze and as soft as cotton wool. Suddenly, the front wave of the sea drives the back wave, and the back wave drives the front wave, and the whole sea becomes the battlefield of Ma Benteng. I was stunned by this spectacular sight. The waves splashed on me, but I didn't know how to escape. All that's left me is the sound of the waves beating against the rocks.

"The sea * * * the sky is one color", the waves gushed from the depths of the sea, rushed to the shore with all their strength, roared and roared, and disappeared quietly. I am waiting for the next big wave.

In my mind, the impression of the sea is the sound of waves echoing in my ears forever!

That voice, echoing in my ears, will never be forgotten. ...

The Voice Echoing in the Ear Composition 12 The Voice Echoing in the Ear Today, the teacher arranged a composition meditation-"The Voice Echoing in the Ear". On the way home, a cool breeze blew gently, and I felt it for a moment, so I wrote this exercise.

In the magical nature, different voices are varied and have their own merits. However, I still like to sit leisurely under the weeping willows, feel the wind, listen to the sound of the wind and enjoy the enlightenment brought by nature.

Wind is a natural phenomenon in wonderful nature. However, she also brings us different feelings with the change of seasons. Spring has come, spring blossoms, everything recovers, and the spring breeze brings a sense of inexplicable softness. At this time, I am afraid that only the phrase "warm wind makes tourists drunk" can be used to describe it; Summer is coming, the burning sun shines on people, and the wind is ruthless. With the sun, it brings waves of heat waves, making people sweat, secretly complaining, and expecting the arrival of rain. At this point, the wind has completely lost the tenderness of spring; Autumn is coming, autumn is crisp, and autumn wind is blowing, which brings a bleak meaning to people; Winter is coming, and the cold wind is blowing hard, which makes people feel extremely cold. However, careful observation shows that the spring breeze is soft and the momentum is small; Xia Feng is silent, but extremely enthusiastic, exuding youthful vitality; The autumn wind "rustling" looks bleak, the most ruthless but affectionate; The winter wind roared by, and the world suddenly became cold and silent. It seemed particularly bleak, but it was fleeting. Ah! I like the wind! Love her tenderness, love her enthusiasm. Blue sky and white clouds, green grass, I just want to invite Feng to have a cup of tea, stop for a while and start her journey. At that time, only the wind would echo in my ears. ...

The voice echoed in my ears. On a beautiful morning, I began to be greedy as soon as my mouth was close together. Subconsciously looking for the "treasure" on the tip of the tongue.

"What do you want for lunch?" Grandpa looked at me kindly and looked around. I can't help but pause, but I dare not neglect the treatment of ordering food, and all kinds of dishes blurt out. "Buy whatever you want?" Grandpa looked at me seriously.

There is a vegetable market next to my home, which can create a good environment for me who is greedy. I started a shopping spree, but I didn't know what to buy for a long time. Suddenly a broccoli seller in front caught my attention. I like broccoli, so I rode there right away. When I walked in, I saw a lot of things to sell. That is an old woman who is not young.

I picked the best broccoli and gave it to the old woman. She took one look and said, "The child really has water in his eyes."

"Hey, how can I eat well without water in my eyes?" I thought happily in my heart.

Then she handed the old woman a 20 yuan. She calculated over and over again, and finally took out a crumpled piece of money and gave it to me. I didn't count, so I stuffed the money into my pocket and went somewhere else.

"Stop the child in front." "Who said I was a child? I am a junior high school student now! " I thought angrily in my heart, but I couldn't help looking back. Hey? Isn't that the old woman who just sold vegetables?

I looked at the old woman doubtfully, only to see her running breathlessly with small steps: "I gave you the wrong change just now." This is the two dollars you dropped when you put it in your pocket. " "oh! Oh! " Careless, I promised again and again, but even I couldn't help being red.

Looking at the old woman who came back with broken steps, I was deeply moved. Recalling my anger just now, I was filled with shame.

Looking back at the old woman's face full of vicissitudes and wrinkles, I have an indescribable taste in my heart. Her crying echoed in my ears for a long time, and a warm current flowed through my body and mind!

The sound echoes in the ear. Composition 14 "Be careful, don't be careless." Whenever I take an exam, my grandmother's voice will echo in my ears. This was when my grandmother was alive, and I still remember it clearly. I think that voice echoes in my ears, and it will last forever!

My grandmother is a teacher. When she was still alive, she helped me study instead of my parents. Grandma often told me at that time that learning is a lifelong thing, so we should always pay attention to it. I remember these words, but they won't always echo. On the contrary, grandma's sentence "Be careful, don't be careless" echoes in my ears every time I take the exam.

Indeed, I am a careless child. Not only was my grandmother careless when she was alive, but I was also careless after her death. However, strangely enough, after my grandmother said that sentence to me before an exam, I never dared to be careless again. Every time I make a mistake in an exam, I will only be really careless, and I will never be careless again. Whenever I take an exam, my grandmother's voice will echo in my ears, just like my grandmother standing next to my seat, examining the questions I am doing, so that I will never be careless when I take an exam again.

But if grandma were still alive, she would put her finger in my little head and say, "What's the big difference between life and exams? Why are you still so careless in life, so not serious! " I can think of my grandmother's education, wearing a pair of reading glasses, slightly lowering my head and revealing sharp eyes from the reading glasses to educate my carelessness.

It's a pity that my grandmother has passed away, and all she left was those voices that echoed in my ears. How I wish she were still alive in this world, poking my little head to educate me! Then all her voices can ring in my ears!

The sound echoes in the ear. Composition 15 is full of red flowers, and the past is like smoke. The people and things in my memory are getting old, and only the sound makes me miss and linger in my ears.

When I was a child, I always grew up in a cool place in the dazzling season. A pair of rough big hands hold the little me. The owner of the hand smiled and brushed aside the wrinkles and gently fanned me with a fan. Others say how warm their grandchildren are. The ego holds grandpa's neck and coquetry. The smiling voice said, "Are we greedy again? Ok, grandpa will take you to buy sugar people. "

The voice is not clear and pleasant, but it is gentle. Ear echo, I miss the warmth.

Time goes by. Growing up, I rebelled a lot and always contradicted my parents. And the best home after running away from home is grandpa's. I sobbed about my parents' "crimes" and then calmed down. After a sumptuous dinner, grandpa touched my head, with a hint of seriousness in his calm tone: "Girl, your parents are also good for you. Which parents don't love their children? Grandpa's girl must be a sensible child. "

That voice is not harsh or serious, but it has a kind of teaching that echoes in my ears and I miss it very much.

Years are like water, and the years are getting older. Dye grandpa's thick black hair with a layer of frost, and wrinkles are like gullies. The pale face is calm, so serene. I didn't react until the familiar face was covered with white cloth. Suddenly burst into tears. It seems that for a second, grandpa's old voice said to me, "Girl, are you going back to your hometown to see grandpa?" Grandpa misses you. "I keep praying to heaven, please get up again and call me' girl'. Tearful eyes

Vaguely, my thoughts drifted far away, and my childhood and his voice were all recalled by me. But the ruthless years can't go back.

The voice echoed in my ears, with love and tenderness. The voice echoed in my ears, with instructions and admonitions.

Grandpa, I hope you can call me a girl again.

Grandpa, may everything be all right in heaven.