Essays on the theme of singing, seeking essays on the theme of singing

When I saw this topic, I prefer to write a little lyrical stuff, but in fact, this topic is not as difficult to write as you think. Open your mind, don't just be the one that people sing, it can be the wind is the song, it can be the song of the leaves. You can choose to write an essay on the scenery if you find it too difficult.

Then choose to write about the character, it is recommended to write Beethoven, first of all, Beethoven is more familiar with the character, and there is something to talk about, because he is an ill-fated composer. You can write from Beethoven's own point of view that he heard the song of his own heart after he became deaf in both ears and wrote those moving movements. (It is recommended to use the second person for the entire text).

A brief opening at the beginning:

I still remember the symphony of fate entangled in my ears; I remember the dedication to Alice lingering softly in my ears; I still remember the faint grace of the moonlight sonata in my ears. Those beautiful songs are the pride of you, Beethoven, all your life.

In between, you can write about Beethoven's arduous creative process, as well as the pain of being deaf.

Finally, I should connect with myself and think about what I have learned from Beethoven's songs.

I hope I'm right about you.

The early morning was particularly quiet, when the day was slightly bright, when the light of the sun was sprinkled on the earth again and again, when the tranquility had not been broken, I sat in front of the window, looking at nature from afar, and suddenly heard a tactful tune, I was wondering who it was, and when I looked up, a few birds were singing crisply on the roof.

It turned out that it also got up so early, as if it wanted to welcome a new day with me, and it seemed to be looking at the scenery while painting a picture of the morning with its singing.

The people who were exercising in the morning on the side of the road were relaxing their muscles and bones, twisting their waists, and they seemed to have heard the song, and looked at this as a ** home with a smile on their faces. The people who were running, passing by here, also heard the song and lifted their spirits, as if it was the song that awakened their spirits and drove away the sleepy worm. After a while, the students also set off for school, laughing in pairs while walking, and saw the ** house singing, one of the children pointed to it, and said to the classmates around him

What a beautiful melody". The bird seemed to understand his words, jumped a few times happily, and flew to the wire, at this time, the wire, the bird, the blue sky, mixed together, the sky corresponds to the bird, the wire, look, it seems to be a stave, the wire is a five-line grid, the bird is the note, this score should be the song sung by the bird that intoxicated everyone just now, this is the stave began to play with the beating of the bird, I think, The birds seem to have deliberately woven the staffs of the song, so that people can follow its cheerful rhythm to welcome the arrival of today.

After a while, the silence of the morning was broken by various sounds, and the cars were more and more busy, and at this time, the birds' recital was over, or because of the noise, its song was no longer noticeable, and more reverberated in the ears of the companions.

It was another morning, and I thought the bird would not come back, but when I looked out the window again, the bird flew there again and continued to play its beautiful song.