Essay on having such a voice, the simpler the better, 600 words, thank you!

You are a song in my heart.

Outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is green and ......A familiar song echoed in the school auditorium. The three-year classmates are going to "go their separate ways" today.

Three years ago, on September 1, 2010, we came to this school together, and we entered this class, which was because our minds were pure, and we would only play and make trouble together. Even when we are criticized by the old class, we can't help but laugh. Because we're just kids, a bunch of kids who don't understand.

By the second year. Most of my classmates have entered adolescence, and we have gotten to know each other, but we don't talk much together, and we don't like to talk to each other. Sometimes there will be a quarrel or even a big fight.

Adolescent teenagers will inevitably have the urge to socialize with classmates of the opposite sex. I was no exception, I once had a crush on a girl for a long time, and finally mustered up the courage to confess to her, but it turned out to be a white confession. Many people have done this kind of stupid thing, and they even think it's ridiculous when they think about it later.

At that time, we were a group of children who were growing up and were about to become sensible.

In the last year, technology developed, smart phones popularized "Gangnam Style" became popular, and there were more people who could play computers. We also grew up and talked a lot, because we knew that the day of separation was coming and there were not many opportunities to see each other in the future. Adolescent boys and girls also "see through the red dust", no longer care about those boring topics, and devote themselves to learning, we grow up and are sensible, but we want to be separated.

In the past three years, countless books have been spent with us, and countless songs have accompanied us. In the past three years, whether it is a pop song or a classic old song, we will get together, taste them, and feel them.

Life is rare to get together, only parting more" Yes, I don't know when I can see you again today. Dear students, dear teachers, you are an eternal song in my heart, today is, tomorrow will be, always will be!

I've checked it before, and it's available online.

In our daily study, work and life, we have all written essays, and we must be familiar with all kinds of essays, which can exercise our solitude habits, calm our minds, and think about our future direction. So the question is, how do you write a good essay? The following is a primary school essay that I have compiled for you There is such a voice, and you are welcome to share it.

There is such a voice, it is not as fierce as a tiger, it has the meekness of a little white rabbit; There is such a voice, it does not have the fierceness of a flood, it has the gentleness of spring water; There is such a sound, it does not have the grandeur of a volcanic eruption, it has the heroism of a river. It's the kind of voice that made me start to grow. accidentally fell into the trough and hovered on the edge of confusion; accidentally stepped into the darkness, groping in the gloom; accidentally fell into the quagmire, looking for the light of life in the entanglement.

So, wandering like this, languishing like this, being sluggish like this, being willing to be trapped like this, this is always a voice that accompanies you out of the trough, there is always a voice that takes you to find light, there is always a voice that pulls you out of the quagmire ......Oh! Such a voice.

Failed miserably in the exam, walking alone on the path, complaining about himself like this, shame, self-blame, and depression came to my heart together. The sky, grey. It was like being in a low valley, surrounded by high mountains, reaching into the clouds, with thorns in front of you, and a road hazy in the gloomy woods, and an endless gray ...... ahead

Hesitating whether to continue walking, wandering, suddenly such a voice echoed in the dark valley: "Go down, don't be afraid, there is dawn ahead." "It's Mom's voice.

Put aside your fears, and embark on this unknown path without hesitation, and keep going down, because there is dawn ahead, and it is the halo ...... success

Sitting alone on the steps outside the door, I picked up a small stone and threw it hard at the river, the water surface rippled, my mother came over, patted me on the shoulder and said, "Don't take the high school entrance examination too seriously, just do your best." ”

He nodded strongly to his mother, and his heart was full of confidence, so he packed his bags and ran towards the light ahead.

After arguing with friends, a person secretly got angry with himself, at this time, there was such a voice: "Endure the calm for a while, take a step back and open the sky" calmed down the uncalm heart and sincerely apologized to him; After accidentally making a mistake, a person blames himself, at this time, there is always such a voice pulling you out of the thorny ...... of your own cloth

It is such a voice that accompanies me through the wind, through the rain, and out of the predicament......

Because of such a voice, my life is so exciting.

How effective will the call of the heart be for human beings? How strong is the inner call of animals, but how many people listen and pay attention? There is such a voice, it is a call from the heart—the strong cry of the animal.

I don't know when it began, the nationally protected animals were openly sold, and then served on the tables of major restaurants, becoming a delicacy in people's mouths.

Why are some vendors, restaurants, and diners able to make such a cruel deal? I think the diners are just showing off the money in their wallets, as if to say to others, "Look, I have so much money that I can afford to eat anything of this luxury."

There are also some other diners who just have a mentality of wanting to eat but have not eaten. Traders and restaurants are just for high profits, and the management department is very ineffective in dealing with these restaurants and vendors, so wild animals have repeatedly suffered bad luck.

Wildlife is a product of natural development and an indispensable part of the natural ecosystem. If wild animals disappear from the earth, what will happen to the world? Humans, do you hear me?

The wild animals were crying silently, maybe their eyes were swollen from crying, and their tears were dry. But how few people care about them and protect them? They are shouting, they are shouting as best they can:

Help me! Please don't eat us anymore. Many of our brothers and sisters and elders have been eaten by you, please, let's live in peace!

The animals are crying and crying, hoping we can protect them! There is such a sound - the sound of animals crying and crying for help!

A heart-wrenching scene.

After lunch today, when I walked to the school gate, I saw two people, an old man and a young man, sitting in the open space in front of the door, as if they were grandparents and grandchildren. They were disheveled, their dirty clothes were patched, and their shoes were in tatters. They stared at the passers-by, hoping for a little handout.

This scene suddenly reminded me of a shocking set of ** I had read on the Internet. One of the most impressive is: a little boy, I don't know how long he was hungry, I saw that he was skinny, his big head was extremely inconsistent with his thin body, and his eyes were full of confusion.

He squatted in the corner, picking up the bread crumbs on the ground and a **, I saw an old woman with a face full of vicissitudes, carrying a burden bigger than herself, throwing coins at a blind man who was playing the piano. And many able-bodied people around me watched as if nothing had happened, and my heart was deeply shaken when I saw this! I think:

This society is indeed cruel, but it is not enough to let a child eat the crumbs of bread on the ground!

I really want to say to those who give cold eyes to beggars: you are so ruthless! It's just a little love, and it doesn't make you ruin, so why don't you want to lend a helping hand?

You see, that old woman is too much to protect herself, and she gave some money to the artist, don't you feel ashamed? Thinking of this, I didn't hesitate to give them the only dollar I had. On the way back to the classroom, I made up my mind that I must tell my father, mother, and classmates about it, so that they could all help the poor grandparents

I love all kinds of sounds of nature, but in the hustle and bustle of the city, I can only hear the sound of cars whizzing by, the noise of construction machinery, and it is so sudden that people can't think of words like "beautiful, elegant".

The birdsong I like is almost nowhere to be heard, but fortunately there are only a few sparrows that can bring me a little comfort in my soul, the cheerful and melancholy call, the lovely figure dancing on the branches, and the graceful gesture of spreading its wings through the air, like a movie, attracting me to savor it. But it all came to an abrupt end, and with the joyful howl of hurt and plunder, a few gray feathers fell lightly, and it struggled, it struggled in the boy's hand, and the miserable cry stung me, and I could not bear such a blow, why even the last of the life that nature had given me was mercilessly taken away.

I longed for the sound of the clashing leaves, like a moonlight song played by a pianist, but it also seemed to be slowly swallowed up by the noise of the city, and God was so unfair that he left us only an accompaniment, which can only be heard sporadically when we are on campus. I happened to hear that an old man was looking after a large camphor forest and wanted to go and see it. But within a few days, the news channel broadcast the sad news of the destruction of the woods, and looking at the sawn down trees on TV, I felt a heart-wrenching pain, and a group of lives were destroyed.

Every time it's like this, when appreciating the sound, the beautiful sound stops abruptly in the destruction of people, and the sound of nature that I hope for should be found in **?

God is so unfair, the birdsong I love is so miserably, the rustle of the leaves I love is swallowed up by the roar of the chainsaw.

I like the sounds of nature, and I hope that the ignorant will wake up sooner and listen to the voice of nature!