Yu yin's composition

No matter in school or in society, everyone will often come into contact with composition, which is a verbal activity for people to express their thoughts in written form. Do you know how to write a good composition? The following is the composition I arranged for you. Welcome to read the collection.

The composition of the lingering sound 1 Ginkgo leaves fall under the white light, butterflies whisper and fly away, distorting passers-by, and there is no plot. Red autumn rain season, abused by fashionable dreams, I feel that I am not mature enough to leave.

Reminds me of you and me at first sight: at that time, you were standing under a tree full of cherry blossoms, wearing a white jade shirt, and the delicate pink cherry blossoms were eclipsed by the brilliance of your stars. Your black hair is bathed in the dazzling sunshine, and you smile at me happily. I was fascinated by that jade-like smile and those dark and deep eyes. I'm an amateur. I see flowers as flowers, water as water, and mountains as mountains. Only when I saw you did my heart begin to surge and the mountains and rivers began to shake. Without your command, everything in the world and I are biased towards you. Just a glance, it is years of acacia.

Before I feel the snowflake blooming, I think we will understand what tenderness is when we tremble together; I didn't walk hand in hand with you through the deserted sand dunes, so I think we can understand parting better. I can't see the achievements in the direction of progress, the nagging of my parents, and the strange eyes of my teachers and classmates. Sudden tempering may become a growth fulcrum in time. Your light has faded, but I gradually found that the clear sky is always in front of me, and I will definitely follow the light to see it. The stars fell and took my thoughts away. Losing or owning fireworks bubbles is not my decision. He shook his hands and clenched his fist hard, but in vain. Laughter and tears adorned the whole night. I hate that I can't do anything for you when I look at the circuitous scars.

Do you believe in eternity? In fact, nothing in this world is immortal. However, sometimes I prefer to stay, or I can say that I am struggling needlessly instead of letting go. When the scenery is clear, maybe I can watch the running water with you.

Flowers bloom and fall, winter goes and spring comes, and those birds still wake up at dawn and return home with the sunset at dusk. Their eyes are not contaminated with the worldly world of mortals, and their feathers and wings are not burdened with the fact that they are infertile. But what about us? After all, it was eroded by this ordinary wind and rain and baptized by irresistible innocence. Hiding behind the eternal night, looking for the exit of twilight. Don't stop until you leave. You tell me with time, when I get lost, I use the day, when I have you all night.

But now your existence seems to be just a virtual image, an illusion. I only have your back in my mind, only your back. But only you let me feel a sense of light and strength. Will you come back? How are you doing? Will you miss me?

After sunset, the sun rises and the sun shines, waiting after the night is full. This story is too profound, but it is worth it. I know there are always joys and sorrows in the world. How can we make the ending not too bad? Our love is so rampant that it has festered in our hearts.

Let it happen, let it smoke, I am tireless, I don't want to say goodbye.

Yu Yin's second composition, "In the old society, Xie Wang died in front of the church and flew into the homes of ordinary people", is a sentence from Liu Yuxi. Only occasionally in a novel did he really realize his profound meaning-a dream in the garden, which contained a sense of historical rise and fall and a sense of vicissitudes of characters' fate.

The novel has a meaningful sentence: "Originally, colorful flowers were everywhere, as if they had all been given to the broken well and the broken wall, and anyone could enjoy the beautiful scenery." It tells the story of past lives's helplessness, the old shadows between the flowers, the hairpins between the temples, and the front desk of the past scenery, singing and singing.

No matter now or in the past, people can't let go of the memories of the past. Looking at Nalan Xingde's poems recalling his dead wife, "Gambling books are so fragrant, only ordinary at that time", "Snow suddenly turns over the fragrant pavilion, the breeze blows plum bottles, and the heart is disheartened", "The cloister is full of lovesickness, and the moon is lonely. Ten years' trip, ten years' heart, flowers and lights behind the moon. " The lingering sound of the past always lingers in my ears for a lifetime. However, it has been so long-so long, even the original promise of life has become the extravagant hope of past lives.

People in China like drinking tea. A bosom friend exists between heaven and earth, tea is king, bamboo enters bamboo, and the fragrance of tea escapes from the throat, lingering in the heart-it's really a great pleasure in life!

However, there are also frustrated literati, such as Lu? Writing Xie Meng Persuades to Send New Tea says: "One bowl of throat moistens, two bowls of loneliness break, and three bowls of heartburn. There are only five thousand volumes of words and four bowls of sweat, and life is uneven. Five bowls of bones and muscles are light, six bowls of fairy bones and spirits, and seven bowls of food are not allowed, only two armpits are cool. " Seven bowls in succession, not only tea, but also human joys and sorrows. Uneven things in life bother the worldly wisdom in the ears and disperse into the pores. Look at flowers in spring, listen to cicadas in summer, blow autumn moon in Xiao, drink winter frost, and be clean and comfortable. What should I leave it to?

Dragon, the river of years flows slowly, how many past events are difficult to break through the ages? How many old things are hard to settle? Frustrated, vicissitudes of life, down and out, how many echoes lingered between the beams and never left. It's not that I don't want to let go, but that people are in it, and I can't extricate myself. If I can untie it, it's not a knot. How can I put it down? Emotional factors are really hard to explain.

However, no matter what you don't want to do, you must finally let go, understand the lingering sound, and let go of the entanglement of the past-the wind comes to disperse the bamboo, and the wind is too quiet; The geese are too cold in the pool and don't take pictures when crossing the pool. Therefore, a gentleman, when things are not done, his heart begins to appear, things go, and his heart is empty.

Life is always unforgettable. A happy life is beautiful, and a painful life is no exception.

If you have a memory of a beautiful friendship, will you soon forget it completely? No, it's impossible. I believe that in your beautiful friendship, there will always or occasionally be a "lingering sound" in the back of your head like music for three days.

I have a beautiful friendship memory, which I will never forget in my life.

When I was in junior high school, my classmate Jiang Nanhai, who was with me for two and a half years, suddenly died in a car accident. In high school, my classmate Jiang Nanhai's shadow, voice and smile, and various manners in class have always been with me, because I have been at the same table with him for two and a half years, going to school, attending classes, doing homework, climbing mountains, swimming, singing and participating in various school activities together. We spent more than 800 days together! Such a good friendship, such unforgettable feelings of classmates, such good feelings of close friends, I, I can't forget, his voice has been lingering in my head.

In life, whether it is people or things, when we have them, we should treat them with care. Only when we are separated will we know the importance of this relationship. I can't tell anyone what will happen in the future. I didn't expect to become strangers in life with my classmates and friends. What a painful thing it is. Recalling the small contradiction between us in the past two years, my inner guilt always beats my heart like the waves of the sea, which makes me restless for a long time.

Once, we climbed a mountain in a competition, and after mastering the rules of the competition, we climbed halfway. I deliberately tried my best to make him climb faster than me and roll down the hill halfway, but I won and laughed at his incompetence happily at the top of the mountain, but he was honest and kind.

After climbing the mountain in this two-person race, I have always kept an emotion in my heart, just looking for an opportunity to apologize to him. I invited him to the wild several times and apologized to him, but I was always afraid that he would misunderstand and lose such a good friend and classmate. I kept my apology in my heart again and again.

I regretted it this time when he died. Regret that I didn't treat him with true feelings and that he passed away with regret; Regret treating your good friend like this. When I think about it today, the waves are rough and the heart is surging!

I miss my classmates and my good friend Jiang Nanhai. Miss the beautiful friendship with Jiang Nanhai.

If you have such a painful life memory, will you soon forget it completely? No, it's impossible. I believe that this painful life memory will always or occasionally roll on your back like the waves of the sea and never stop.

The composition of the lingering sound 4 The piano stopped, dripping and the forest was silent. A person is quiet, but he has a different taste in his heart. Just because there is a voice in my heart, this voice is called lingering sound.

Sound is spiritual and can infect people. But the most attractive thing about the sound is the aftertaste after the sound stops. Just like the blank space in the painting, there is an ancient rhyme hidden in the most empty place. When I was young, I was lucky enough to feel this beauty, just like a flying butterfly flying in my heart.

She was my best friend when I was a child, with fair skin, delicate oval face and big eyes flashing strange waves at any time, as if always telling some soft words. Every noon, she plays with me in the yard.

It's quiet in the afternoon, and so is she. In the sun, she is so harmonious with nature. The game we are playing now seems a bit poetic. We pick dandelions one by one, and use the warm spring breeze to blow away those white pompoms. We naively thought: dandelion will be very prosperous in the coming year! It must be a beautiful scene. We tirelessly pull and tirelessly blow; Dandelion has leaves like rabbit ears, and when the red stem is pinched, it will spit out dark white juice. I will pull one by one and blow one by one; But she carefully picked it from the bottom of the stem and let the wind take away the hope of the seed. She always looks up at the seeds flying in the air. In the quiet sunshine, the bright golden color is like the blank space in ancient paintings.

Warm sunshine can make allergic children sneeze, and my tears wet my clothes.

The song finally ended under the falling rain. She and I held an umbrella and built a small pond under the swaying branches. Rain fell on the already wet soil, stirring up thin smoke and dust. We stood there quietly, waiting for the small pond to slowly accumulate rain. She hummed a song softly.

"Jane Jane warehouse, the millennium is frost. The so-called Iraqis are on the water side ... "

Her singing is very gentle, with the romance and truth endowed by childhood, spreading in the open forest. In an instant, I suddenly returned to the spring when dandelions were in full bloom. Spring is peaceful and quiet, and time is long and fragrant.

Suddenly, she stopped, and there was a shallow pool of water, and the rain beads hit it, making a crisp noise. This is your lingering voice, Yu Tong.

2. Afterglow in the evening

The afterglow of evening

"Bell-"School is over. The students carrying schoolbags talked and laughed all the way and set foot on the way home. The series of notes "Flute-Flute", "Vujacic-"and "Haha-"kicked off the concert.

The sun is reluctant to leave, and the clouds on the horizon are as red as fire. At this time, the shouts in the trade market continued, and noisy bargaining could be heard everywhere, which became the climax of music.

At night, thousands of families are brightly lit, and my home is no exception. My father and I are watching the ball game, and my mother is busy in the kitchen. A burst of "yeah!" And the sound of "thud" echoed in my house. This is the main theme of music.

Night is a good time for a walk. How carefree people walk hand in hand in this romantic starry night! People who have worked hard all day can seize this relaxing time and have a good rest. Some also take their beloved pets for a walk, which will also add a lot of fun. The footsteps of "sasha vujacic-"accompany people walking on this romantic night, which is the most romantic and relaxing part of music.

Late at night, a golden full moon hangs on the horizon, and the stars blink mischievously. At this time, the tired people went to bed early, and the party ended in this deep performance.

There is such a sound in lingering composition 5, which has been lingering in my ear since childhood; Having such a voice is a sweet smile at the beginning of childhood; There is such a voice, more or less mixed with pain and bitterness.

In this remote mountain village, I have known Uncle Wang for as long as I can remember. Everyone calls him Wang Lollipop. Maybe it's because he is thin and only has a stick left, maybe it's because he has a unique skill in making candied haws in this small mountain village, or maybe it's because he has a good voice.

Every morning, Uncle Wang rides his crunchy tricycle up the hill to pick the hawthorn he planted. Fresh hawthorn is hung with dew, which makes people sour from mouth to heart. When the crunch came back to people's ears again, Uncle Wang's candy was already delicious.

So uncle Wang's beautiful song spread all over the small mountain village with the sound of washed hawthorn, and this song became the best alarm clock in the village. Every time people wake up, their noses are full of attractive sweetness.

Of course, this is the favorite of all the children in the village. Even if you forget to do your homework, you won't forget it.

When Wang Shu's shout broke through the fragrance and broke into the children's ears, everyone couldn't help but follow the sound to find the candied haws.

"Sweet, fragrant and healthy candy bar for the king ..." Uncle Wang always shouted, dragging his long tail, sometimes echoing, sometimes circling several times, sometimes turning several turns, like a rugged mountain road into the village.

Uncle Wang's voice is loud and clear, echoing in the whole mountain, playing a tune with unique interest.

So this kind of crying became my whole childhood. I don't know when it entered my body and jumped with my heart for more than ten years.

When you put hawthorn in your mouth, when you bite the icing and make a creaking sound, when you listen to the shouts and walk away, there is always an unspeakable smell.

Winter came unexpectedly. Uncle Wang got old and his voice changed. Without his original high voice, he became vigorous and deep, as heavy as the heavy snow in the mountain village this winter.

Whenever a familiar sentence rings in my ear, but the sound is so strange, confused, heavy and broken, let it go away and even grow old. ...

If you are older, you will be past the age of loving Sugar-Coated Berry. Wang Shu's voice has become more and more hoarse and has no previous characteristics. The phrase "sweet, fragrant and healthy king lollipop ..." can no longer be sought after by people through aroma, and sugar-coated haws are rarely sought after.

Later, Uncle Wang stopped shouting and just sat under the locust tree with a stick covered with Sugar-Coated Berry. Occasionally pass by a person and do some small business.

Later, Uncle Wang went to heaven with his Sugar-Coated Berry and his shouts. ...

Think about it, I haven't eaten candied haws for many years, and I've never heard such a voice again: "Sweet, fragrant and healthy king candy ..."

Such a voice, the voice in my heart ...

Passing by the school gate that year, I sold the candied haws and bought another one, and put it in my mouth, as if I heard the song: "Sweet, fragrant and healthy candy king …" The voice was still loud and clear …

A drop of water fell on my cheek.

Is it raining?

The composition of lingering sound 6 pours tea alone, and the fine snow is accompanied by eyebrows. The cold is already in the bone, and it is lingering. It is said that the initial heart will not bear it.

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It's the twelfth lunar month, the wind scares the bamboo, and the mountains are covered with snow. Empty-handed, preoccupied, aimless, snowy, confused and desperate. Or because I am afraid of being disappointed by others, or because I am afraid of being eliminated again, I am cold. Walking, I went to the pavilion in front of the old house, thinking about the past, remembering the original heart failure, and my eyes were moist. ...

When I first came into contact with Guqin as a child, I liked it very much. The greatest pleasure is to listen to Ou Lao playing a guqin. When the weather was clear, I met him, walked slowly to the pavilion with the guqin in my arms, wore a white coat, sat down, touched the piano with my own hands, leaned forward and leaned back, and the sound of the piano slowly flowed out, clear and melodious. Gray hair, a pinch of beard like snow, kind eyes, people and the scenery are integrated, which is refreshing. Ou Lao has studied guqin for more than ten years, but the years have passed and his interest has not diminished. That guqin is still simple, with shiny strings and drooping tassels. At the end of a song, he always said to us, "Feel the beauty of the guqin with your heart and let it wash your soul."

It was also in winter that I met Guqin again. The vast snow washed away the world, but it couldn't wash away my troubles. My parents and I had a bad time because of junior high school. Walking in frustration, I unconsciously came to the small pavilion in my hometown in Europe. He waved to me. "Xiao Nuan, come and have a cup of hot tea." A light snow, a cup of tea, tell your heart. After listening, he silently lifted his sleeves, put his hands lightly on the guqin, closed his eyes and plucked the strings with calloused hands. The faint and distant sound of the piano flowed away, as if the snow was pouring in front of us, and the cold wind was blowing across the lake, rippling and rippling, clear as jade, but mixed with a touch of sadness. White clothes are fluttering, the sound of the piano is getting stronger, like pear blossoms, the fragrance is overflowing, and the spring water is gurgling. The dragon in the water made a loud sound, firm and powerful. It trembled like a dragon and echoed in my heart for a long time. Gradually, the sound of the piano slowed down and became a Jing Ya. It's over. He said slowly, "Xiao Nuan, this song is called snow between the eyebrows. The deepest sentence I remember is that my heart has no responsibility. The things of our ancestors can't be forgotten, but must be passed down. We must also strengthen our inner dreams and live up to our initial intentions. " Looking at the righteousness of Ou Lao's brow, I nodded in agreement, and there was a smile on his mouth. The cold wind is blowing behind, and the spring flowers are blooming in my heart.

Scholars don't quit the piano for no reason. Legend has it that during the Wei and Jin Dynasties, Ji Kang asked to play Guangling San before he died, and even more, Yu Boya met a bosom friend in the mountains and rivers, saying that "the former played banjo and sang the south wind". Guqin, a musical instrument permeated with China culture, has already surpassed the musical instrument itself, bearing eternal feelings and representing the character of ancient literati. At present, many ordinary guqin players are inheriting guqin culture, making it exude vitality. Wang Peng, who restored Nine Dragons, Zhao Jiazhen, who combined modern music with guqin, and Chen Changlin, who passed on culture overseas ... were as cold as snow and didn't touch the world of mortals, so that the sound of the piano echoed in my ears, inspiring me to keep moving forward.

A snowflake falls on the palm of your hand, warm. I am no longer afraid, and the fate ahead is uncertain, but only by sticking to my original heart can I always see the clouds disperse. The lingering sound haunts me, remembering that my heart is irresponsible and I am far away.

Touching composition 7 The wind at the fingertips blows across the cheeks, leaving a trace of warmth and then quietly flying away; The running water at the foot plays the piano, leaving little notes and passing away happily; Yesterday, my soul was torn apart by the earth-shattering sound. Will it come back to me now?

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The greatest happiness of birds is to fly freely in the sky, the greatest happiness of poplars is to grow peacefully in the mountains, and the greatest happiness of birds is to enjoy the warmth of the nest on the warm grass. ...

The world is too big for me as a bird.

I used to enjoy the vibrant landscape under the mountain spring, far away from the deep sky, leaving the imprint of my soul. That day, I was only blamed for being too greedy.

Looking at the beautiful scenery in front of me, I jumped. When the fierce gunfire rang from my ear, there was no peace from then on. The joy of mountains and rivers may no longer have my trace. Since then, hunters have invaded my home.

My companions moved one after another, but I still miss the warm nest, and the tragedy has been concentrated since then. Looking back, I gave the damn hunter a chance, and gunshots rang out-so I let out a cry of pain, and my wings were maliciously targeted by bullets, and I could never escape from his clutches.

I fell down slowly. At that moment, I seemed to feel the approach of death, my blood solidified and my heart suddenly stopped beating. At that moment, I regretted my nostalgia. The leaves all over the mountains bowed their heads, the spring water no longer released elegant music, and the sky seemed to fade.

I landed at the edge of a dry pond, where the trees are still trying to grow at jointing stage even if they are short of water. There will be aquatic plants in the pond, even aquatic plants will take root deeply on the shore and bloom the most beautiful brilliance. Seeing this, I can't help but be surprised-at this time, my wings are still dripping with bright red blood, and I want to give up the hope of survival. Seeing this, I couldn't help crying.

Yesterday, I was hurt by the warmth of the greedy nest. Now I will give up my life because of a broken wing. Why can't a single wing shine?

From then on, the pool trained hard and tried to rush into the blue sky with one wing. The earth is dyed red with blood again and again, and the glow in front of us will fade. So, my life came to an abrupt end. How can people give up?

Birds fly by from time to time with heartbreaking gestures and dancing with broken hearts. Thousands of attempts have finally saved a desire, and there will always be too much sweat before success. "ah! My sky, I'm coming! Baiyun, how are you? The sun, your sunshine is dazzling ... "

Looking back, I can't bear to touch the heartstrings. Those hardships are worth it. Today, tomorrow, I will still choose persistent courage to try. Nothing is impossible, only unexpected miracles.

The lingering songs are always reserved for those who have struggled.

-P.S.