Essay The Sound of Flowers , 600 words. Don t copy it online. Points are given for what is written

Listen to the sound of the blossoms.

The sound of the rain is intoxicating, and the sound of the piano is lovely, but I prefer the sound of the flowers blooming without a blind date. Because life is like flowers, we can hear the gift of nature in the sound of flowers blooming - back to basics, quiet and far-reaching.

When I talk about the sound of flowers blooming, I feel a lot. There is the poetic and picturesque feeling of "blowing the face and not chilling the willow wind, and the clothes want to wet the apricot blossom rain", there is the happy mood of appreciating with Yang Wanli that "the little lotus shows its sharp corners, and the dragonfly has already stood on its head", and there is the firm and unyielding feeling of sighing with Lu You that "scattered into mud and dust, only fragrant as before". These gentlemen or nobles are certainly pleasing to the ear, but how can the noble hermits in life not be the sound of heaven?

Calm me down when I'm feeling impetuous.

A chance cleaning allowed me to find a book of "Tao Yuanming's Poetry Collection", I was completely immersed in Tao Yuanming's chrysanthemum garden, listened to it for a whole autumn, and even my dreams were full of brilliant chrysanthemums. I seemed to see countless buds breaking free and swelling on the branches, and the chrysanthemum garden that was sleeping on weekdays was full of golden colors, but nothing changed after a while. My heart is impetuous, so anxious that I beat my chest, but the more impetuous I am, the quieter the flowers, I suddenly thought that "the tree wants to be quiet and the wind does not stop" Maybe only my heart is calm to listen to the sound of the flowers, at the moment I closed my eyes I heard "Bi Peel - the sound of thousands of flower buds blooming, enough to win the "Ode to Joy", the sound of this weak band is no less than the sound of nature!

In the tranquility, there will always be a voice quietly knocking on the door of your heart. In the silence of the autumn night, I heard the sounds of heaven with my heart.

In daily study, work or life, everyone is familiar with composition, with the help of which we can improve our language organization skills. Do you always have a hard time writing essays? The following is my carefully arranged sound composition for reference only, let's take a look.

When the spring flowers are blooming, the buds that are about to bloom bloom little by little under the care of the sun, because she has experienced touching and wandering in the ...... of happiness

Once, I walked side by side with them, facing the morning glow through the rainbow, and the countless winds and rains I experienced made me remember it vividly, but what made me even more unforgettable was the warm ...... that belonged to me in my mother's arms

The lone star and the waning moon, everything seems to have been frozen for a long time, adding to the loneliness in my heart, and I think back to the scene just now, which makes me even more sad, and the memories of the past cannot help but be inserted into my thoughts.

When I was still very young, my mother took me to the zoo, and I was deeply attracted to the flowery garden, caressing the tender flowers and fruits, and I couldn't help but revel in it, and everything became so soft in that colorful world. That's when my mom came to me and put my hand on hers. "Baby, these flowers will bloom, so prick up your little ears and see if you can find the sound of flowers!

I believed it, closed my eyes, and waited quietly for the crisp and pleasant sound to reach my eardrums, and finally I seemed to hear a slight sound, I think it was probably the germination of a seed!

The fragments of memory were condensed, thinking about what had just been. Mother wants to criticize me? "Look at you, the monthly exams have plummeted, and you still write some garbage essays, your future is dark, how sensible the children next door are!

He shook his head and threw the roll to me. I lay on the windowsill, looking at the test papers with pitiful scores, and what was worse was that the former warmth was broken, and the loneliness in my heart welled up in my heart, and tears flowed down my cheeks. What remains in my heart is a scar that cannot be erased, and it seems that the petals are withering.

At some point, my mother came to me with a little sadness. She took mine with her warm hands'Little hands, tears hit their hands one by one, "I'm sorry, daughter, I shouldn't have said you so hard, I know you worked hard, but my mother just can't control her emotions, and blames me for ......."I was at a loss, whether I should forgive or resent her, my heart softened, and tears couldn't help but flow, "Mom, I don't blame you, I didn't do well in the exam, I ......."At this time, I was ashamed and moved, and tears fell down my eyes. Mom slowly raised her head and put one hand around me tightly, it was so warm, warm, just like when I was a child—the seeds of the flower had sprouted again, and they would surely bloom more brilliantly.

I have listened to the sound of flowers blooming, and now that sound echoes in my ears, and it has touched me for the rest of my life.

That's the melody of love......

Everyone may discover some mystery of something, and there will be many experiences in the process of discovery, of course, even I, a person who does not like to discover, will discover the mystery of things, if you don't believe it, please listen carefully.

It was ...... on a hot and cool summer day

My sister and I were playing by the pond. Suddenly, a small red fish jumped out, a graceful dolphin-style diving action, with water droplets like a naughty child landed on the lotus leaf, rolled, turned over, and jumped up again, a flawless diving action was born.

I think that the lotus leaf must have been wet with water droplets, and the lotus leaf has no towel, so it is easy to catch a cold, and it can't take medicine. I dried it to give it a chance to sunbathe. So, I dragged the lotus leaves out of the pond with my own mopping floors.

Touch the lotus leaf with your hand, well, fluffy, and the texture is not bad. Take a closer look, huh? How did you do it?

I didn't believe it, so I put the lotus leaves in the pond and soaked for a while, and when I picked it up, it was still dry. Is it that the lotus leaf is too hot, and when it is hot, it will be thirsty; When you're thirsty, you want to drink water, so you swallow it, right? It must be like this.

I would like to see how lotus leaves can drink water without a mouth. So, I didn't care if the lotus leaf felt cold or not, and let it soak for a while. This time, I watched with excitement with wide eyes, and my heart was still beating "thump" from time to time, for fear of missing the scene where the water droplets were eaten by lotus leaves.

However, it backfired, and the water droplets were not eaten by the lotus leaves, but "bounced" into the water like marbles.

Why don't lotus leaves get wet? "I walked into the study with questions and opened '100,000 Whys'. A check, oh, it turned out that there was a nano film composed of nanometers on the surface of the lotus leaf.

The nano film is spread on the surface of the lotus leaf, making the lotus leaf smooth, as if putting on a waterproof coat for the lotus leaf.