What is the sound component?

1, what sound is it made of?

In the flower season, flowers bloom and fall; Youth is like water, cherish time. On the balcony, a pot of Chinese rose is also blooming brightly, enjoying sunbathing to the fullest. I am full of thoughts and sigh that the flower season is so wonderful. Did you hear that cry? That youthful cry is the most beautiful sound of black and white keys dancing.

I heard it, I felt it, and I remembered the sky I dreamed of flying. I like that sky blue so much. It is a passionate heart, my heart is pounding, and occasionally I have some inexplicable impulses. This is the voice of the flower season, and this is my state of mind now. I often weave a dream as casually and carefully as possible. This is a colorful dream.

It embodies my thoughts, my wisdom and those so-called mixed feelings. Savoring the process of growth, the flower season seems to be a T-shaped stage for me to show my charm; It is flawless crystal, beautiful and easily broken. It is a rainbow after rain, gorgeous and easy to disappear. What a beautiful flower season, what a short flower season, probably good things are always short-lived!

Slowly, I learned to listen to the voice of the flower season, feel the heartbeat of the flower season, cherish the world of the flower season, and cherish the watery heart. For example, my father helped me walk by the lake to celebrate my gliding there from time to time, and sometimes I stopped to appreciate the memory circle composed of various flowers overhead.

Slowly, I like to lean against the window lattice and meditate. I don't regret not finding the lost childlike innocence in the years. I only care about whether this flower will wither when it is full. Yes, I don't care about eternity, I only care about having it. I have the beauty of "one flower and one world". The heart of the flower season, the love of the flower season and the clear and elusive hope are what the girls in the flower season are looking for when they find this voice. ...

2. What is the sound of the composition?

In this era of flooding, people have become accustomed to the busy world of flowers and flowers, and it seems that few people listen to some subtle and beautiful voices. Those voices have long been drowned out by noisy voices, leaving only busy figures, as if they had become the main theme of the world forever.

Accustomed to the dazzling brilliance of neon lights in the city and tired of the noise of the city's "Beetle", I will miss the quiet life and all the beautiful notes ... I like the melodious sound of the cow's back flute, the joy of birds singing in the forest, the crisp sound of water droplets in the mountains and the torrential rain. Even the sound of bugs falling on books is particularly cute. ...

The voice of nature is pure, true and beautiful. Without any impurities, it can wash people's hearts and expose their sentiments. Every season has its own voice, every day has its own voice, and so does every object, all with its own voice. Even if it is a flash in the pan, even if it is snowing heavily, even if it is a cocoon of spring silkworm, it will make its own voice.

Even a meteor that occasionally crosses the night sky, no matter how weak, will make the most beautiful sound in its heart through the second of crossing the night sky ... very touching. I always believe that listening is the best way to communicate feelings. Needless to say, just listen quietly.

We can try to listen to the ticking of the clock, the sound of crumpled paper unfolding slowly, the rustling between brushes and paper, and the sound of shower water falling to the ground ... These sounds are very common, which is why they are often easily ignored and forgotten.

Standing alone by the lake, standing on the edge of the city, isolated from the noise and indifference, only the most beautiful voice of nature is here to accompany me. The afterglow of the sunset is blowing on the water ... listen, the conversation between the evening breeze and the leaves-shh! Let's listen to this wonderful voice and feel the mystery!

3. What is the composition of sound 3?

Listen, I hear birds whining, so sad and helpless. Listen, I hear the running water crying, so sad and helpless. Listen, I hear the old tree sigh, so angry and helpless. Knock on the door. A loud and earth-shattering noise stopped such sadness, sadness and anger. Later, there was another sigh.

That's the sound of an old tree falling to the ground, huh? Who is sobbing? The sobs grew louder and louder, and then spread like wildfire, and the whole corner of the forest could hear such sadness. There was a dead silence after the sobs. Then, it was early morning, like a knife across the sky, breaking the silence.

Sasha vujacic, listen to the sound of the wind through the leaves; Ji Chu, listen to the first bird song at dawn. Everything seems so sad. Hum, that's the sound of a roller passing by. It used to be very quiet here and the birds sang beautifully. However, this originally deep and quiet forest has been ruthlessly violated by human beings.

Human beings are bent on expanding the land and cutting down trees at will, which leads to the decrease of nature, the increase of smoke and carbon dioxide, endangering human life at any time, and only nature can save mankind. The duty of being a tree is to provide oxygen for people. You can hear birds singing every day. How wonderful everything is!

But since people built cities next to them, they can only hear noise, which is like the sound of the waves of the sea slamming into stones and breaking; As bad as the storm hit me; As painful as sand in a sandstorm.

Why not let me live a quiet life instead of worrying all the time? I can hear the raindrops hitting me, so my eyes are full of tears, flowing down the rain. I have an indescribable pain in my heart, just like the rustling of sand on me. Knock on the door. Another big tree fell beside me.

What is the voice of the composition?

There are always no energetic voices in silent days, but when we start to struggle for our ideals, listen carefully, and all the voices are recording our persistence in giving up. Accompanied by winter, it is the annual skipping competition.

Entering the new group, I couldn't wait to do something for this class, and finally decided to sign up for the skipping project with my friend Jie. As a result, the playground, which is always "sparsely populated" because of the cold, has become a place where we often "patronize". Listen, the bell is ringing again ... let's get the long rope ready, start the timer and practice against time. Once, twice ... the timer rang mercilessly, and we didn't jump enough times, so we had to practice again.

"Pa, pa ..." The plastic rope was beating on the dry ground, as if to break the solid earth with its own weak strength. And when we listen to this voice, our faith is as firm as taking root-even if it is difficult to break the record, there must be a record-breaking day. As a result, the playground began to resound with the sound of skipping rope landing, which hit our hearts every time, allowing us to continuously harvest the joy of progress.

With such a sound, the rapid and slightly difficult breathing can be forgotten, and the hands and feet frozen in the wind can also be ignored. We take the time to practice, still start the timer, try to cooperate more tacitly, speed up, and improve our cooperation ability through mutual support. All the factors that let me overcome boredom and cold are the persistence of faith, and at this time, faith has sprouted.

The official game has finally begun. On the field, the sound of skipping rope is still with us, and this time it sounds more practical. We got the expected results, and we firmly believe that this is the best feedback. At this point, faith has blossomed and borne fruit. Yes, the sound of jumping rope landing represents the belief of never giving up. I believe there will be a result, because the sound of the rope falling to the ground will not stop.

What is the voice of the composition?

The seaside at dusk is quiet, warm and yellow. The hot weather makes the air beat and tremble. Outside the window, cicadas are singing loudly. The sun is hanging on the hill in the west, so we set off for the seaside. Walking on the beach left a trail of footprints.

Looking into the distance, the setting sun is floating on the sea, glowing with golden light. I heard him cry to the sea affectionately, and I heard his powerful voice. The sunset turned the sea into golden light. The sun is setting, the twilight is getting thicker and the golden light is floating. The waves of the sea are like songs and dances. "Hoo-shua-"Its heavy and powerful voice seems to be a hazy moonlight and a hazy rose.

It seems that I saw the jasmine petals floating on the lake, a breeze blowing unintentionally, the water waves sparkling and the water lines circling. Petals move with the water, and I see his silence, just like the sound of the sea. Going to silence, holding up the water in one hand and putting it down again, "Tick-tock-"its small and brisk sound seems to be the bright colors of sunflowers and Datura in the warm light.

Seagulls fly, and the sea and the sky are the same. "Brush-"seagulls flapping their wings, up and down, light and fast. It is close to the water, and its claws jump over the water, making a "beep-"sound, sharp and light. The voice exudes the majesty of the predator and his gaze.

Take your paws off and fly high. I saw a struggling fish on its claw car. "La la-"seems to be the withering of flowers and the falling of leaves. It was a fall of life, and I heard the sound of falling. Tourists play like fish. "Ha-ha-"This is the happy sound of children building sand castles, as if it were the graceful posture and dancing skills of ballerinas.

"ta-"I heard the sound of tourists walking on the beach and sand falling, as if it were a faint light in the dark. I also heard ... the sunset bit the lips of the sky and left a trace of blood in the sky. I listened quietly and felt silently-I heard the joy of nature and the soul of the sea.

6. What is the composition of sound 6?

My desk is next to the window. There is a Metasequoia forest outside the window. Although I entered the nervous third grade, I still have the habit of listening to birds singing in the forest. Facing the layers of green, although I can't feel the tranquility of "two orioles singing green willows", I can revel in the noise of birds singing in the fir forest.

Birds are lively, and only when you stare can you see their wandering figure; Birds are happy. They never skimp on their songs. After careful study, it is found that the singing competition of birds also has high and medium range. I was intoxicated in the high-pitched area of birdsong. Crisp and pleasant, cheerful rhythm, as if friends are chasing games.

"Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up" and "hurry up, hurry up" I don't know what bird is urging you so eagerly; "Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze" and "Don't squeeze, squeeze, squeeze" are like two birds fighting for a new branch; Sometimes a string of "worries" seems to pour out, and I don't know which neglected bird is complaining about unhappiness. Most of these birds are fast and always punctuated, one by one. It is really appropriate to describe it with Bai Juyi's "Several early warblers compete for warm trees". I was intoxicated by the birds singing in the middle frequency. One day I was tired of doing my homework, so I stopped my eyes on a Metasequoia in the forest.

After the drizzle, almost all the leaves of Chinese fir are green. The most surprising thing is that a drop of sparkling water is hung on the tip of each Chinese fir, just like a wind chime in the morning light. Perhaps too intoxicated, a vigorous bird song floated from the bushes: "you!" What the hell are you doing? " I can't help being surprised. Just when I was at a loss, another voice came from the Woods: "You-don't ask."

Oh, it turns out that the bird didn't blame me. It was a friendly question and answer from the birds in the alto area. Every time I stare out of the window, my eyes are often dyed green by the Woods and polished by the singing of birds.

7. What is the sound of the composition?

In daily life, there will always be sweet voices to intoxicate you. For example, birds, rain, thunder and frogs ... As long as you listen attentively, you can witness the harmonious beauty of nature: spring is the first part, and the soft spring breeze awakens the earth.

I don't know when the grass on the river bank poked its head out of the soil and looked around. The flowers are smiling, nodding and smiling gently in the spring breeze. Willow faces the clear river with long braids. Sister Swallow came back, humming one song after another, twittering-"Where is spring, where is spring ..."

The animals in the forest stretched themselves and hummed along. In summer, this is the second part. It is covered with green leaves and jumps in the warm wind. The burning sun made the trees hang their heads, the birds flew feebly and the earth was scorched. Fish are also purring in the water. "Ding-dong, Ding-dong" What's that sound?

It began to rain lightly. Streams, rocks, leaves and everything in the mountains have become countless drums. Raindrops are countless drums, hitting them and turning them into charming songs. In autumn, this is the third part, and the boundless land is covered with a golden windbreaker.

Tall and straight fruit trees are full of rich fruits, purple grapes are tied together one by one, and apples are as red as fire ... "Ha ha ha ..." The farmer's uncle's heart is like honey, his eyebrows are smiling, and even Fang Zi's faint pockmarked face is glowing with red light.

In winter, this is the fourth part, snowflakes flying. The branches are covered with snow, just like beautiful silver bars, swaying with the wind, and the ground and roof have become a white world. Snow melts and freezes into icicles, hanging under the eaves like a string of pearls. What a beautiful scenery! Winter is also ruthless, growling at people like a lion and endless.

Small animals hibernate, with a happy mood, they enter the warm nest, close their eyes and think: next spring will be a happy season! The sound brought by nature is so wonderful, let's listen and feel it with our heart!

8. What is the composition of sound 8?

who is it? Who is calling in my ear? So eager and so gentle? I can't help recalling what happened a few years ago. That year, you were 7 years old and I was 5 years old. We are in the same class. When school started, the teacher asked the students to introduce themselves on the platform. I'm timid, afraid that' Lady Luck' will pick me.

As a result, she really let me go I can't speak falteringly on the stage, I, I, I ... "Tears have already flowed down. At this time, "alas!" You let out a cry, "Teacher, I have a stomachache. I want her to accompany me. " Say that finish, point your finger at me and give me a naughty wink.

I didn't know you did it on purpose until I went out later. From then on, we became good friends who talked about everything. That year, you called me "little girl" and I called you "little boy". Being with you is my happiest time. You always scare me to death. You told me that "Lucky Grass" can protect our friendship. If we eat it, our friendship will last forever.

Then I ate a piece of grass and said it was bitter. After I saw you eat, I ate, too. But I thought it was sweet, so I smiled stupidly. And you're at a loss. That year, you called me "little crazy" and I called you "little liar". How time flies! In a blink of an eye, we have been apart for three years.

In the past three years, I have made many friends, but none of them can make me open my heart and speak my mind; How many times have I tasted "Lucky Grass" in three years, but it is not sweet; In three years, I recalled all our stupid things, but I didn't see your smile once. I miss your deception, my faith and our innocence.

You said we would meet again, but I'm here. Where are you? Do you really care about our friendship or have you forgotten our small town story? Every time you break into my dream unscrupulously, but when I open my hazy eyes, I find that you have left with a smile. I don't know when a tear slipped by.

9. What is the composition of sound 9?

In the morning, I was doing my homework when suddenly I put down my pencil. I think: it sounds like an alarm clock, but our alarm clock has music. Maybe it's our neighbor's alarm clock, but it's not, because it's a little light, and it's definitely not an alarm clock. I decided to investigate, and I had to find this voice.

I went to my parents' bedroom first. I opened the treasure chest, opened the curtains, moved the tables and chairs, and looked at the corner. There was nothing. At this time, the voice of "Tintin" sounded again. I pricked up my ears and listened carefully, as if it were coming from the kitchen. I immediately ran to have a look, huh? Nothing strange. I'm a little desperate.

After a while, the voice rang in my ear again, and I was refreshed at once. Where am I going to find this strange voice? Yes, look in your room! So, I went into my little room. I looked everywhere, but I didn't know where the strange sound was.

Suddenly, a loud "Tintin" sounded again. I listened attentively and felt close to the sound. I looked to my left and found the alarm clock. I doubt it sounds like an alarm clock. I listened carefully to "Tintin", which seems to be an alarm clock. I quickly asked my mother, "Mom, did I change the alarm clock?" Of course. Alas, this strange sound is an alarm clock!

10, what is the sound of the composition 10?

"Winter has long passed, why doesn't this flower bloom!" Mother is mumbling again, and she can't remember how many times it is today.

"I can know why it doesn't bloom. It doesn't want to blossom! " I answered impatiently. After that, my mother left quietly. When I watched her leave, I felt sad. I don't know how many times I have spoken to my mother in this tone. "ah! How does this flower bloom? I didn't even notice. It's beautiful! " Mom said in surprise. "Because it likes us both!"

I was secretly pleased that I had secretly changed this potted flower. Looking at the open flowers and my mother's happy face, there are ripples in my heart. Then I failed the exam once. This is a very important exam, and I screwed up. After a few days, my mood has been at a low point, I don't care about anything and I'm not interested.

Until the next day, I came home from school, lying in bed, and suddenly my eyes shone. I sat up and saw that it was a basin of borage. There is also a note attached to it: Tingting, I know you failed the exam this time and you are in a bad mood. I dare not disturb you these days. I just want you to know that this failure does not mean failure in the future.

You will encounter many difficulties in your life. But if you are depressed when you encounter difficulties, then you are a failure. On the other hand, if you face difficulties bravely, you will become a success. This exam is meaningless. As long as you sum up your experience, you will succeed next time.

The flower language of borage is courage. I hope you can be like it in the future. Signature: Your mother. Flowers bloom, and maternal love continues. "mom! You are a lotus leaf, I am a red lotus, and the raindrops in my heart are coming. Except you, who is the shade under my unobstructed sky! " Bing Xin's words echoed in my heart, echoed. ...

1 1, what is the composition of sound?

When I was a child, I could go back to my hometown Changchun every long vacation. At that time, I was very young. I can hear the rhythm of vendors outside the window every day. It is very attractive. I thought it was funny when I listened to it. I also imitate their shouts with my friends from time to time. After dinner, the whole community was full of children gathering and shouting.

In my childhood memory, I can't forget this cadence. When I was older, I became interested in the food I called, so I pestered my grandfather to buy it for me. At first, my grandfather disdained to refuse with a strong northeast flavor: either later, the corn could not beat me, so he bought it for me.

Once or twice, I tasted the sweetness. The glutinous rice and sugar in Huang Chengcheng were the most sacred delicacies to me at that time. So, I squatted by the window every day, watching the vendors' cries.

As soon as I noticed the half point, I jumped up and couldn't wait to mobilize my grandparents to chase the vendor. If you miss it, it will be the most regrettable thing of the day. Now that I think about it, gluttony was my happiest thing at that time, because it indicated a delicious yellow glutinous rice or a bowl of hot porridge.

Now back in Changchun, that kind of cadence and mouth-watering cry is gone. Instead, it was a loud loudspeaker in front of the restaurant: thick porridge, free salted duck eggs, and a voice without a trace of emotion came from the loudspeaker, which was monotonous and stupid over and over again, making people uninterested, like a cold wall separating people.

The high-pitched, pure voice from people's mouths, cadence, twists and turns, expectation when waiting, joy when harvesting, and joy when eating, all spread in this cry. Even if food is more scientific and cheaper now, it is not as sweet as selling.

12, what is the sound of the composition 12?

I happened to see a Venus with a broken arm. Just then, I heard the sound of wings growing. It was a shopping trip with my mother. I stood bored in a clothing store. I looked down and found a magazine cover on the coffee table with a model on it. At that glance, I held my breath.

She is probably Nordic, with chestnut hair, fair skin and arrogant eyes. Those eyes are deep and green, breaking through the arrogance of photos, filling my heart and exploding in my heart. Suddenly, that pride disturbed the calm heart. Her head was slightly raised, her lips were slightly parted, and her mouth was slightly smiling.

With that tight neck and full publicity, I am more and more sure that she is a proud girl, but when my eyes move down, my heart stirs up stormy waves. She has no arms. I am sure that she is a strong girl. I can't imagine how many wars he fought. So a girl, who struggled with bad words, was sad and helpless from the beginning.

Later, when she was optimistic and strong, she learned to hold her head high in the face of ridicule and learn to be proud. She struggled with her broken body, from childhood to big show. She doesn't have the innate sense of balance and physical capital of others, but she grits her teeth and lives harder and stronger than others. It's like building a magnificent castle on the ruins.

Thinking about it, I seem to see a pair of white wings growing on his stump. The voice is full of tears and sweat, full of unwillingness and strength, echoing happiness and pride. The listener is thrilling, but intoxicated. From that voice, I felt an unprecedented shock. I listened and sighed. For a long time, I seemed to understand something.

That is not only the sound of wings growing, but also the sound of girls growing. I happened to see a Venus with a broken arm. At that moment, I began to listen to the sound of wings growing.

13, what is the composition of sound 13

The sound of the morning begins when the sun just rises from the horizon. At dawn, when there was a hint of red and white fish belly light in the east, all kinds of voices seemed to have received instructions and began to prepare to play beautiful music together. As a result, the city gradually woke up in the ensemble of various voices.

Look, all kinds of small animals, they either climb out of their nests, fly out and jump out; Or from an unknown place in the Woods, from an inconspicuous little place. They woke up from their sleep, cheered and played percussion with cheerful rhythm, and began their new day's happiness. What about plants?

Accompanied by the breeze, they clapped their hands and started a new day's dance. Their leaves can clearly feel the arrival of a new day, so they begin to thrive, making more oxygen and digesting more carbon dioxide for the world. They sing soothing arias for the city and cheer for the world with small voices.

Made an irreplaceable contribution to the people. People are either awakened by nature or by alarms. So the city woke up-students went to school and workers went to work one after another, striving for a better tomorrow and creating their own unique future. So the city woke up-with the passage of time, the sound of horns, engines, reading, conversation and footsteps became denser, brighter and louder.

All the outdoor lights went out, the streets were bright again, and the darkness was driven to another corner of the world. Birds are singing early morning songs, and flowers and trees are not to be outdone, spreading their leaves and leaving their beauty and value in this world, so they stretch out their loving arms and embrace the best moment.

People also set out in the morning light. They are the main theme of this city. Let's step up our efforts. They are all trying to seize the opportunity to create a more valuable and meaningful world. Listen to the sound of the city in the morning. Everything is so wonderful and full of vitality. So, I want to say: I love this city!

14, what is the sound of the composition 14?

"People's voices are different because of different timbres, and people's voices are different because of different tones." The physics teacher said solemnly. -the inscription is in my heart, although it is far away, it always haunts my ears. "

The baby is one year old. Timid in the spring garden, grandma coaxed the "baby"-I was there, with flowers, green grass, shade and everything, so peaceful. At that time, I was not strong enough and didn't work hard enough to learn to walk. This is a particularly easy thing to talk about, which makes me feel at a loss.

I won't be as strong as other children, because I have lived in my grandmother's house since I was a child, and I won't have my mother as a big backer. "Good boy, good baby, come, don't be afraid, it doesn't matter, you are the best, come and give me a hug." At a young age, I finally took a difficult step, walking towards my grandmother, stumbling all the way.

I choose to be strong. Seven years old. Love the joy in the kitchen, "honey, come back and eat quickly. What do you want to eat?" Grandma will help you do it. "I don't talk, because I want to surprise my grandmother." Grandma! Look! I got the certificate, haha, I didn't embarrass you, did I? "I ...

15, what is the composition of sound 15

Nature contains all kinds of unknown sounds. Only by calming down and getting rid of the noise of the world can we calm down with our hearts and hear its mystery. The wind is a frequent visitor to the four seasons, running freely in the air endlessly, just like time, but also like summer fatigue.

Quietly slowed down, as if confused by the burning sunshine in summer, wandering without rhythm, solidified the air in this green season. The world is like a sultry eggshell, even talking to itself is like an echo. How warm the weather is in Xia Feng, and the trees are gloomy. Only in gloomy under the greenwood tree can we feel the long-lost coolness of the wind.

The song that brushed the leaves, like nature, was quiet and peaceful, sealed the loneliness in my heart in faded memories and entrusted it to the years when I ran with it. The songs scattered all over the floor, I don't know if they are whispers or sighs. Close-up, green summer becomes autumn; from a distance, bungalows become tall buildings. As time goes by, the wind keeps flowing, whether the east wind is with Zhou Lang or not,

Bronze finches locked Er Qiao, and the breeze blew her cloak and danced in the palace, just like colorful feathers. Firecrackers are still ringing, and the spring breeze sends warmth into Tu Su. In the poet's masterpiece, there are echoes behind history. Then why did you sigh and remember? Because the wind never dies, what has never been seen passes, and what has never been seen or heard misses.

Anyone here? The long years have passed with many awakening voices, beautiful voices and unforgettable voices, leaving only empty regrets and lonely regrets. Let nature take its course, it is not too late from now on, just like the rest of midsummer, spare no effort to bloom the wonderful life; Let nature take its course,

It's not too late to start today, just like a thunderstorm in midsummer, do your best to release the freedom of life; Anyway, it's not slow from this second, just like the lotus pond in midsummer. Interpret the passion of life wholeheartedly and listen to the voice of the wind. The silence at that moment will make you think longer, farther and deeper.