The sound of spring composition

The sound of spring is the singing of birds, and the sound of spring is the ticking of melting snow. Below I have compiled a composition on the sounds of spring for you, I hope it can help you!

Chapter 1: The Sound of Spring

What is the sound of spring?

The sound of spring is the singing of birds. When the long, dull, cold winter is about to leave, the birds have already obeyed the call of spring and happily flew into the garden. They chase and play in groups of three and two, flying from the treetops. Go to the roof, fly from the roof to the grass.

The sound of spring is the ticking of melting snow. The snow on the ground is the most spectacular, the snow on the house is the gentlest, the snow on the mountains is the hazy, but the snow on the trees is the most beautiful. It was past nine o'clock and almost ten o'clock. The sun in western Liaoning really brought a touch of warmth. Crystal bright reflective spots began to appear in the snow. The snow began to slowly melt and the soil under the snow turned into black mud. .

When it was almost eleven o'clock, the snow on the house began to drip. At first, it took a long time for the drip to drip, and soon it became a continuous ticking sound. As the incident angle of the sun gets straighter and straighter, the rhythm of the snow dripping becomes more and more rapid. Around two o'clock in the afternoon is the climax of the snow dripping. Every tile on the eaves is competing to pour the snow. The whole courtyard was filled with a roar of ticking sounds. This momentum seems to be cheering for the soldiers on the battlefield, and it is also like cheering for both sides of the competition. The gongs and drums are intense, like thousands of horses galloping, like thunderous waves crashing on the shore.

The sound of snow and water in the pine trees seems leisurely and contented, pattering, dancing lightly, and the white smoke is slender and misty. After being baptized by snow water, the pine needles and cypress buds look particularly green. The clear and transparent snow water flowed down the branches and fell onto the bluestone slab, whereupon blooming flowers suddenly appeared.

The sound of spring is the tinkling of small streams. Although the mountains are still covered with heavy snow and the creeks are still surrounded by ice, they cannot stop the spring girl. The streams at the bottom of the mountains flow out slowly and leisurely, rushing to the sea, leaving behind a graceful tinkling sound along the way. Voice.

The sound of spring is the collision of ice on the Linghe River. Good guy, booming, earth-shaking, plus huge echoes from both sides of the Taiwan Strait, roaring into one. This is spring's final victory, its last hurrah.

The sound of spring is the buzzing of bees. The yellow ones are rape blossoms, the red ones are apple, apricot, and peach blossoms, and the white ones are pear blossoms. When spring returns to the earth, little bees are buzzing and flying, working hard to collect flowers and make honey to benefit future generations and sweeten the world.

The sound of spring is a childish nursery rhyme.

The voice of spring is the joy of my little sister on the phone: "Brother, how are you doing there? I have successfully entered high school and been admitted to a key high school."

The sound of spring is the thumping heartbeat and rapid breathing of a girl as she reads a letter from afar.

The sound of spring is the neighing of horses and the joyful galloping of foals on the green grassland. Green grass, yellow soil, colorful flowers, the blue pool reflecting the blue sky and white clouds and the herding horse lovers, the lingering snow on the distant mountains, and the mountain eagles flying over, leaving behind their courtship love songs.

The sound of spring is the Xintian Tour in the north. Young people ride "Zongshen" slowly, carrying their lovers on their backs to leave the unit for further study. The melodious melody is full of farewell and beautiful blessings.

This is the sound of spring: the sound of spring growing into towering trees, the heart-pounding sound of spring! The soul-stirring sound of spring!

Chapter 2: The Sound of Spring

I always like to take a nap. After I wake up, I look up and see the sun shining warmly on the bedside. This warm weather is very suitable for riding. Go by car.

I went east the day before yesterday, flying along the long road. The kite was fluttering in the wind on the grass. The little boy, led by his father, happily pulled the silk thread. It was such a beautiful picture. I think spring is coming.

I wanted to see the peach forest and see if it should grow little flower buds. I thought, the peach blossoms in the garden were blooming in front of my eyes. I watched them intimately and liked them.

The petals fall gently on the shoulders, which is very warm. There is a familiar feeling, the cold hand is warm in your hand. My heart is not only happy, but also moved.

I still miss you, and for a time I want to forget, those warm pictures, and your love.

But the smile rippling out of your dimples has long been buried deep in your mind, and you can’t get rid of it.

But now I can no longer see your figure or your bright smile. No one is walking with you. I walk on the road we have walked over and over again.

I just can’t see you anymore, standing in the fields, with the afterglow of the setting sun pouring on me. A person's figure looks lonely and lonely.

The past is the past. No matter how nostalgic you are, it is already gone.

Let’s go west today. This is the road I often walked on when I went to work. Driving on a familiar road, there is a kind of kindness that makes me feel good.

I thought of the layers of fallen leaves on the roadside, the little sparrows flying away in a swarm on the branches, and the green wheat seedlings. The morning dew makes these wheat seedlings verdant, the lambs hanging on their toes gnawing grass, the red persimmons hanging on the branches, and the fallen leaves squeaking when the wheels run over them. Thinking about it. A smile will appear on your lips.

I came to the park unconsciously and followed the path paved with pebbles. There is a sign on the lawn next to it that reads, The grass reminds you to be merciful under your feet. I bent down to come, and I seemed to hear the sound of the grass urging me. Can I whisper to it? Thinking about this, I couldn't help but laugh. We’ve gone a long way, but we can’t help but look back.

I looked up and saw rows of weeping willows, full of light green that had quietly climbed to the branches, ready to move. The water next to the river was very clear. I put my hand into the water. The water was cool. I shook it up and then dropped it. The water droplets made ripples in circles, stirring the water surface. The reflection of the sun under the water was swaying, as if I was drunk. The drunk man staggered around. The network of wires in the water is printed on the water surface, which looks like a musical score. With the turbulence of the water waves, a beautiful sound of flowing water pops up. Colorful yachts are carrying tourists, rippling on the river.

Listen to the sound of spring, already walking on the water, among the branches of willow branches, on colorful yachts, in the warm sunshine, and in the whispers of the grass.

Chapter 3: The sound of spring is laughter

In a trance, the bare branches turned into green trees, and the hard lake surface became soft and three-dimensional. But, has spring come? I asked myself quietly in my heart, spring, has spring really come? Why do you always feel like something is missing?

With this little doubt in my heart, I embarked on the spring outing with full expectations.

Our first stop is the Aviation Museum. After arriving here, we freely formed groups and then did group activities. My friends in our group and I looked at the aircraft and missiles. Since we were all girls, we were not very interested in these. We just took a long look at them. After a quick lunch, we got in the car and went to the next stop. .

From the bottom of my heart, I really want to go to Wali. Wali is a fun place, and it’s not far from the Aviation Museum. I hope we can go there this time. With a little expectation, I fell asleep leaning against Wang Lu.

I was woken up by Lu. I rubbed my eyes and looked up. I was stunned at first, and then I jumped up and down with joy. "Wali! We have really arrived at Woli!" I ran in like a fly, acted as a tour guide, and led him quickly. The partners passed through the levels one after another until they reached my favorite "Taishan Rope Swing" project.

While we were queuing up, the companions behind me wheezed and complained, "Hang, you are running too fast and can't keep up!" "You know what it means to have developed motor cells, right?" I am narcissistic. With a smile, he pointed to the "Taishan Rope Swing" and said, "This is my specialty, watch it!" After saying that, he grabbed it with both hands, kicked his feet, bent his legs, and then used the long rope to The rope swung from one end of the pit to the other side, and then landed smoothly. This scene shocked the friends and stunned the classmates. "Hey, now I'm in the limelight!" I thought to myself. The friends behind me started practicing like me and became more and more comfortable at playing. Everyone looked at each other and laughed.

This is not the most interesting thing! There is also a "flying chair" at the back, just like the one in an amusement park, except that you need to rely on human power to rotate the turntable in the middle. When we girls first arrived, there was no one there. Later, a large group of boys came cheering, led by Wang Yinan, who held the turntable in the middle and ran and spun hard. The boys are very strong. With so many boys spinning together, you can imagine the speed.

I sat on the "flying chair", enjoying the breeze in front of me. I was pushed to the edge of the chair by centrifugal force, and flew up with the chair. It feels like a baby bird spreading its wings for the first time and just flying out of the nest - so exciting! My companions and I were all giggling.

In this way, high-altitude slides, slings, rollers... are all filled with our laughter and our smiling faces.

Walking on the road full of willows in the valley, with the silver bell-like laughter of my classmates floating in my ears, I suddenly realized that spring is here, spring is really here. That silvery bell-like laughter is exactly the password of spring, the symphony of spring, and the sound of spring! I ran forward. It turns out that in spring, this lukewarm season, what we should do is not only to study tirelessly, not only to read diligently, but more importantly - laugh! We must seize this happy spring, go outdoors, face the sweet air, and loudly announce to the world with the unique sound of spring--laughter--spring is here!