Listening to the Voices of Life Essay 600 Words The More the Merrier 5

I like to listen to the sound of small raindrops, because the sound of small raindrops wakes me up like a small alarm clock, as if to call me to go to school, sound composition in life. I like to listen to the sound of hard candy because it seems sweet to listen to it. I like to listen to the sounds of small animals because, I am very.

"Coo, coo......

A loud chirp woke me from my sleep. I opened the curtains and saw two little pigeons standing on a small tree. From time to time they coo, coo, coo, and whisper, as if telling a novel story.

I listened carefully to their conversations, and slowly, I was fascinated. I feel like I've become a white dove too. My wings fly in the vast sky, happy and free.

I want to fly all over the mountains and rivers of the motherland, and fly on the rough seas ......I saw a ship sailing, and I sprinkled my wings with a blessing for the people on board, wishing them a safe return home. I also want to fly to the endless savannah, looking at herds of cattle and sheep, tender green weeds, beautiful wild flowers, and yurts like bread. I want my loud singing voice to call on people to always protect this vibrant nature.

I would like to be a messenger of peace and hope. May there be no more war in Iraq, and may the grinning-sounding words war, thirst, poverty, and hunger ......disappear forever from this planet of happiness and peace

With this chirping of "coo, coo, coo", my thoughts flew higher and higher, farther and farther.

I probably won't support the first floor.

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There are many wonderful sounds around us, some cheerful, some dignified; Some are the natural sounds of nature, and some are the heartfelt sounds of the spiritual world; Some voices flutter with bright hope, and some voices ripple with warm tenderness ......But in my heart, there is a sound that lingers, and it is the eternal beauty - the sound of autumn leaves falling.

In late autumn, gold spreads from the earth, wheat waves are intertwined, and the fragrance of rice is wafting. I lazily leaned against the trunk of the osmanthus tree in the yard, squinting at the birds pecking at the grains on the ground. Suddenly, a petite figure of fallen leaves came into my eyes, and I couldn't help but chase away the birds in my eyes.

I watched it fall gracefully like a golden butterfly, ending its short life with the last "sand-" sound of the earth. This image is still in my mind.

Falling leaves, you tell me about your short life, to death, it is so meaningful.

Your childhood begins in the spring. The spring breeze brings the fragrance of birds and flowers, and also brings you the hope of a new life. With the moistening of the spring rain, your tender yellow leaves stretched, and gradually turned into the green of hope, shiny and shiny, the sun shines, sparkling, like embellished with many emeralds, pleasing to the eye.

Helplessly, the good spring is too hurried, and the hot summer is so quietly replacing spring, just like your thriving growth makes your childhood fade by your gradually deepening color. The dark green leaves are almost as big as a baby's palm, and then you understand the responsibility, so you have a more shaded figure in the scorching summer sun.

As soon as the summer is over, the golden autumn is coming. You're finally aging and realize that your days are numbered, and you need to work harder to do something. So when the trees are full of golden cinnamon and fragrant for ten miles, there is your figure under the flowers.

You have been a supporting role all your life, but you still work tirelessly to do this "supporting role" well all your life.

Now, you are reluctant to fall the branches but you can't do it, even if you fall like this, you are still giving. "Falling red is not a ruthless thing, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers. "You melt into the dirt and lay the groundwork for the next spring's newborn.

Zhuge Liang did his best for the Shu Kingdom, and after death, you did your best to die!

The unique scenery has quietly bloomed all around us.

I remember one night in early March, when the wind swept through the trees that had only a few dead leaves left. Everywhere the wind blows, the sound of "brushing" from the intersection and friction of branches can be heard everywhere. It makes people feel both terrifying and as if the harsh winter is leaving ...... vigorously

In this way, the long dark night finally waited for the golden orange dawn, and the clouds in the sky looked radiant and brilliant as if they had been impregnated with paint. I woke up with the splendor I hadn't seen for a long time, and I couldn't help but wonder when I thought of the strong wind the day before. It stands to reason that there shouldn't be such good weather today!

The morning was the best, and I walked on the way to school with the warm breeze. It was amazing to see the brilliant light sprinkled on the passers-by who came and went. But how holy is that the sun shines on the earth and all things!

After looking at his watch, he felt that he was walking too fast, so he slowed down again, and looked at the dry branches on the side of the road to add a bit of artistic conception. Then, to my astonishment, I noticed that in a group of withered branches on the ground, there were faintly golden dots flickering and flickering. I hurried closer and brushed aside the branches.

It turned out to be a cluster of spring flowers, turning golden light. How beautiful this is! I watched them swaying in the warm breeze, as if I heard them singing passionately for their blooms.

I rejoice that it is this passionate piece of music that brings the world to life. It always sings alone, and awakens more sleeping little lives with its artistic conception, to sing with it throughout the spring!

I stared intently, watching, as if there was a force that changed the heavens and the earth. I saw the brilliant clouds again, as if the flowers were also smiling and blooming on the clouds, humming little songs, composing spring songs one after another.

After a few days, the streets and paths are full of golden spring flowers, and golden waves are blooming. The wind was blowing, and there was a burst of fresh fragrance, and I was indulged in the path full of flowers, and the flowers were singing the song of spring that belonged to them under the brilliant light.