How to write an essay You Listen, It s Beautiful .

Highly recommended. Don't copy this kind of composition. Gather materials and come up with your own ideas.

It's been a long time since school started, and your writing teacher knows it very well that you can't fool anyone.

A wisp drifted away, half a tree streamer, and a flower bloomed ......

Listen, how beautiful - flowers, like the eyelashes that are about to wake up, slowly stretch like a baby. The sound of smoke and rain touching the window jumps in your ears, and when it dances once, a petal blooms. A flute of clear rhyme, falling everywhere, a flower falling ......Listen, how beautiful—flowers, like a boat swaying lightly in the lake, peeling off like willow leaves in the wind.

Like the fragrant rhythm of the phoenix dancing in the morning light, the elf shuttles through the treetops like an elf, and a rotation is a flower.

Have you ever heard the immaturity of a flower?

Have you ever heard the blossoms?

Isn't life a flower blooming? The cry at birth is a flower blooming, and the sigh before death is a flower thanks. Listen, every flower is singing in the wind, how beautiful ......

Listen, it is a word she left behind in the Song Dynasty: "Chang Ji Xiting is drunk at dusk and does not know the way back, and he returns to the boat at night......Listen, that's her touching Chaohua's deceased face in the mirror: "I'm tired of combing my hair day and night......."People are ...... thinner than yellow flowers"Listen, that's how she felt when she poured out her feelings to the wild geese passing by:

The geese are also sad, but they are old acquaintances ......Listen, it was her messy steps of stepping on the broken leaves of the sycamore: "The sycamore is more drizzle, and at dusk, little by little, ......."Listen, it was her sigh as she collapsed in her chair and drowned in the loneliness, and a tear on her face that had slackened off had lost its trace, leaving a long dripping sound.

Hold the hand of the son, and grow old with the son. ' is the most desolate sentence. She said.

Because holding hands is inevitably followed by a permanent breakup. ”

Yi'an, although she withered like petals, she was proud, chanting a different kind of indifference and elegantness, how could she not sigh in her heart: "How beautiful......."”

Who rolls up his sleeves and flows to the moon, and sings into a rhythm in August?

Who is arrogant, drinking the Taojiang all the way, like a roaring sky?

Who laughs softer than the wind, lighter than the clouds, higher than the sky, and colder than the moon?

You listen! In the drunken gold fan of the Song Dynasty, he crisscrossed the literary world with the temperament of the ancient orchid, and sang a season of prosperity with excellent talent.

Across the threshold of a thousand years, you listen - the moon-like words cover each other, dance with the breeze, and collide with some textured sounds. Listen unconsciously, only after listening to it will you understand: the closed door in your heart has been pushed open, the soft string in the depths of your mind has been plucked, indulged in the song of beauty, and your eyes are hazy by Rulan's temperament.

A thousand years ago, Su Shi carried the dazzling splendor of a dynasty and withered like a flower.

Thousands of years later, you listen to his flower death in the gap of time, continuing the beauty of the song.

Once the sea of fragrant snow is scattered, the flower moon sings the breeze tonight.

Listen, how beautiful!

Listen, how beautiful!

The same melody, touching different eardrums, may produce a world of difference, I have always been very fond of **, often immersed in those jumping notes can not extricate themselves. Only by listening carefully can we discover where its beauty lies and where its beauty lies.

Cool early summer, quiet cool autumn, gentle deep winter, hazy fog, bleak frost, bleak snow, a cup of tea, a dream. The sound waves formed by those simple vibrations can bring people such a wonderful feeling, which makes people have to admire the magic of nature and the charm of art. The passionate and unyielding "Symphony of Destiny", the soothing and quiet of "Serenade", the tactful and melodious "Swan Lake", the tense sonorous "Ambush on All Sides", and the bleak sorrow of "Two Springs Reflecting the Moon" have all become familiar melodies in the depths of the public's soul, as well as the notes that exist in my own sound world, the lightness and comfort of "Inch Crossing the River Source", the softness and tenderness of "Water Softness", and the lightness and liveliness ......of "Yushui Mingsha".When confused, when hesitating, as long as the faint ** enters the ear, all the insoluble knots in the heart will quietly disappear, and they will be slowly released in the wandering, and they will be around the beam for three days, endlessly.

Life is a drama of sounds, and we are both writers and listeners. People who are good at listening are happy, and only by listening carefully can they discover the great beauty of life and the true meaning of life.

Dissolving the moon, faint winds, sound herald birdsong, hunting west wind, nature reveals its inner world in its unique way, and sound is its indispensable method. From the cheerful birdsong, have you ever smelled the breath of spring? From the sound of the waves crashing on the shore, have you ever discovered the grandeur and magnificence of nature?

From the whistling of the dust, have you ever heard the wrath and accusations of nature? Slow down, stop and listen, you will be able to discover the beauty of nature, get the voice of nature, and you will benefit immensely.

Human beings are children of nature, not masters of nature. Knowing the true voice of nature is the only way to live in harmony with Mother Nature.

I have always believed that poetry is a wonderful thing, with the charm of words and the agility of musical notes. If you don't believe it, please meditate in your heart that "the sycamore is more and drizzle", silently recite the "waves crashing on the shore, rolling up a thousand piles of snow", and silently recite the "suddenly looking back, but the person is in the lamplight", when the words float by, a melody will sound silently in the heart, as if there is nothing, but it really touches the soul.

Poetry is the best of literature, and it is the most beautiful sound written by words. This kind of beauty can only be experienced when the mind is as calm as water, close your eyes and listen carefully.

**This ordinary voice is well informed by listening. Life is a drama of sounds, nature and everything. Either with sound or without sound; Some are as sad and desolate as the fifty strings of Jinse, some are like the gong hou and the stone is shocked, some are like the pipa gong sonorous and powerful, and some are like the flute and the hole flute are graceful and melodious.

However, no matter what kind of sound it is, as long as you listen carefully, you can taste its great beauty and true meaning; Only by listening carefully can we discover where their soul lies and live a fulfilling life.

Listen, how beautiful!

Listen, it's beautiful.

The five-star red flag fluttered in the wind, and the victory song was so loud that our dear motherland would march toward prosperity and strength from now on. Listen, who's singing? Although the singing voice is a little immature, it is beautiful and beautiful.

It turned out that at 8 o'clock in the evening on August 8, 08, at the opening ceremony of the 29th Beijing Summer Olympics in 2008 held at the Beijing Bird's Nest Gymnasium, Lin Miaoke sang "Singing the Motherland", in which the beauty of the voice and the beauty of the sound not only refer to Lin Miaoke's voice; He also pointed to China's century-old dream of holding an Olympic Games that attracted the attention of hundreds of millions of people, and now, it has succeeded, because we are happy, so the song is beautiful. Listen, it's beautiful.

You and I, heart to heart, live in the same global village, for our dreams, thousands of miles, meet in Beijing. Listen, it's beautiful. "Chinese Dream Team" - diving team, in the women's three-meter springboard project, Guo Jingjing won the championship with a huge advantage, adding another gold to China, the Water Cube played the exciting "Me and You", the theme song of the 08 Olympic Games.

At this time, ** is so beautiful, especially this song. It's not just because the song is good; There is also because the Chinese team won the championship in this project again, adding another gold to the Chinese team, and the excitement in the hearts of hundreds of millions of Chinese sons and daughters, so, the song is good. Listen, it's beautiful.

Get up! People who don't want to be slaves! By building our flesh and blood into our new Great Wall, the Chinese nation has arrived.

Listen, it's beautiful. Why? Because we have created a miracle - the trampoline project, which is more than 100 years later than Europe and the United States, has always been a myth of the project in Europe and the United States, was broken on August 18, 2008.

Chinese teenager He Wenna withstood the pressure of Huang Shanshan, a bronze medalist at the Athens Olympics in '04, who missed the final and home stadium due to a major mistake in the preliminary round, and in this event that Chinese could not win gold in the eyes of others, turned the situation around - after winning the championship by a score higher than the second place. The national anthem played when receiving the award was so beautiful and beautiful. Because of the song itself, but also because of the miracle!

Listen, it's beautiful.

In the 08 Olympic Games, as long as you listen, all the sounds are beautiful!

Listen, this cheer, this anthem. It's beautiful!

Listen, the voice of that hometown is so beautiful.

The wind passes without a trace, leaving a brief sound, "whoosh", as if someone is running past you, crisp, short, unrestrained, typical hometown wind. Hometown is located in the trade wind belt, the wind that can blow seems to come from all directions, may be because there is no mountain, close your eyes and listen to the wind, you dare not stay there, the wind flashes like an arrow, but the wind has no lethality, blowing the face, and there is a feeling of not wanting to leave, the wind is a gust, there is no long-term continuation, the wind is like "big beads and small beads falling on the jade plate", crisp and round, the wind blows the tips of the hair, the sound makes people feel refreshed.

It's raining. The rain in my hometown is always accompanied by sound, and I have never seen the rain in my hometown that is "moisturizing things silently", and the rain in my hometown is just for people to hear and see. Most of the houses in my hometown are bungalows, the rain hits the ground, hits the puddles, hits the eaves, every sound is different, several sounds are mixed together, gentle and heroic, heroic and light, forming a symphony, every time the rain is not enough, I can't finish listening, but I don't want to live in the south of the "Huangmei season", because I can never hear this symphony in the south.

Sitting in the house and doing homework, suddenly it rains, this feeling is richer than listening to the desolation of the cold rain and the eagerness of the summer rain, which is the rain of my hometown.

There is also ** hidden in the leaves, and it is impossible to hear the sound of this leaf all year round when it lives in the natural zone of temperate deciduous broad-leaved forests. The rustle of the leaves is like a hoarse cry of a human voice, and the louder the voice, the more hoarse it feels. "The sound of trees gives people that feeling.

The sound of hometown is the sound of the wind, the rain, and the leaves. Several sounds blended together perfectly, on the wide plain, close your eyes and listen, and the whole body seems to be placed in the Viennese New Year's party, no, it is a more beautiful sound than the **meeting**, where there is a symphony of fate, a moonlight sonata, ......The ubiquitous sound of hometown brings people a pleasant feeling, so that people can wander with this sound. The gorgeous music is always played by dazzling musical instruments, and the scenery of my hometown is a variety of exquisite musical instruments.

Listen, the voice of that hometown is so beautiful.

Listen, how beautiful!

Listen, how beautiful! The little droplet said.

It falls from the sky, enduring the cold, ready to nourish the earth.

The sound of the rain filled the night, and the raindrops hit the tiles outside the window, as if a violinist was playing his piano, making a "ding-dong" sound. When the day dawned, the rain stopped, wandering among the alleys of the block, I saw water droplets slipping from the eaves on both sides, forming two rain curtains. The little droplets fell into the small pond and made a brisk sound, and it said happily

Listen, how beautiful! ”

The water from the pond is fed into the creek, which flows through the plains and into the rainforest. In the rainforest, the shadows of the trees cast on the ground, which are the concern of the trees for the earth. A few pillars of light shine through the thick foliage, gathering on a few small flowers.

From time to time, the crisp and cheerful chirping of forest birds can be heard in the forest. The stream flowed through it, and the drops of water looked at the beautiful scenery in the forest, and listened to the sound of the stream hitting the stones, and could not help but say: "Listen, how beautiful!"

Soon after, the small droplets heard a loud "whoosh" sound, oh, it turned out to be a magnificent waterfall. The little droplet is still very young, it has not experienced what it is like to fly down from a mountain, and it seems to be a little afraid. But when it actually reached the cliff, it didn't have time to think about it, and an inexplicable impulse made it fly.

In the air, it frolicked with its mates, and it felt a little free, and its previous fears had vanished. When it reached the bottom, it made a roar like a brass pipe with its other companions. Every drop that has experienced the waterfall will be extremely proud, it says excitedly:

Listen, how beautiful! ”

Later, it followed its companions back and forth to the cave. It seeped into the soil in the cave, and then slowly seeped out again, flowing down a smooth stalactite, "Di Di ......It looked down and saw that the water was dripping on a boulder, and to its surprise, the surface of the stone had been so smooth that there was a large depression in the droplet. Apparently it was the masterpiece of the water droplet.

It was its turn, and the elders behind it encouraged it, "Believe in your own strength." Then, with the heart of a pilgrimage, it fell, and the water droplets contributed their part, rippling on the small pool.

It heard its own crisp voice echoing through the hole, and smiled and said, "Listen, how beautiful! ”

The mission of the little droplet is over, but it may also be another beginning, because there are still many voices worth listening to, worth it to say, "Listen, how beautiful!" ”