Listen, how to write a voice essay for Confucius

In my spare time after lunch, I always like to lie in the shade after the heat, squint at the shredded sunshine, listen to the beautiful **, and let the hustle and bustle of the day. Vexation. Happiness is gone with the wind, leaving only a piece of natural tranquility.

I carved out a fertile field in my heart and planted roses so that I could smell the flowers in my dreams.

I always hear people say, "The eyes are the windows to the soul." Then I thought deeply:

It's the voice of the heart. Therefore, taking a little time to listen to the voice of the heart every day is the most luxurious spiritual enjoyment. Just as a flower is not necessarily spring, but a life; It doesn't have to be pretty, but it will definitely hit the heart's keys, making people rise and fall with it.

Fluctuation. In this era of coming in a hurry and going in a hurry, Xu Zhimo's "come gently, go gently" elegance and lightness are no longer there. Pedestrians on the road of life always keep their heads down and hurry, smelling dust and flowers in their noses; There is also a natural sound wafting in the ears; There were tears on his face and sweat on his face. But, that's all, they're still in a needless hurry.

There is only dust left in the nose, only noise in the ears, and only tears and sweat on the face. This is the ordinary life of ordinary people.

I worship Zeng Hui's taste: "Mo Chun, spring clothes are completed, five or six champions, six or seven boys, bathing in Yi, dancing in the wind, singing and returning." "I have reaped the joy of my heart, so I went back with a song.

I also appreciate Su Dongpo's literary brilliance, and singing a song "Water Tune Song Head" is a famous song for the ages, which will be famous for centuries.

Li Shimin, Taizong of the Tang Dynasty, once said: "With copper as a mirror, you can be dressed properly; Taking history as a mirror, we can know the gains and losses. The wheel of history has turned out a road for future generations to walk, but the "ruts" are like warnings: stop and blindly move forward may lead to wrestling.

The hourglass of light turned back to me, and I was standing at my desk. I'm trying to clear that dry source of inspiration, but no matter how hard I try, it's still a little bit short. Helplessly and boredly, he looked at the slowly falling maple leaves outside the window and flew up and down like fire butterflies, and a burst of "fairy sound" floated in his ears "suddenly".

It was as refreshing as drinking a cup of herbal tea on a hot summer afternoon, and the clogged spring was washed away like an initiation. Inspiration for writing came to me. The voice of the heart drew my blueprint.

So I took the trouble to say a word, with my thin knowledge and joyful feelings to give pedestrians a warm reminder: stop. Pause our heads, listen to the voice of our hearts, wash our hearts blinded by the hustle and bustle of the city, and sublimate our already unbearable souls!

Think about it from another angle = teacher.