Listen to the voice of asking for an essay for junior high school students in more than 500 words

Listen to the sound of the sea.

I haven't seen the sea, but I have enjoyed it through TV**, I think the sea is so big and beautiful, if I can see the sea with my own eyes, standing on the seashore, what I want to do most is to shout at the sea and shout at it all the happy and unhappy things, but if I can really see the sea, I think I may not dare to yell at it. The sea makes me feel like a father, so great, its heart is so big, it seems to be able to contain everything about me, I really want to see the sea and listen to its voice.

I imagined the sea to be very, very large, boundless, with the water clear and blue, sparkling in the sun. There may be a few fishing boats in the distance from time to time, and the boaters will wave to us in a friendly way.

I really envy the people who live by the sea, they can fall asleep listening to the song of the sea, they will wake up in the morning to the call of the sea, they can play on the beach every day after school, and they can pick up beautiful shells of different shapes that I have never seen before, large and small, all kinds of shells. They can also eat a variety of fresh seafood, which is sure to be delicious. It makes you want to drool.

I wish I could go and see the sea, listen to the sound of the sea, and I would pour out to him my awe of him, and I wonder what kind of life motto he would give me.

Listen, a voice that touches the heart.

The hustle and bustle of the city obscured the call of the soul and swallowed the conscience of many people. Have you ever heard the sound of a small grass growing? Have you ever heard the sound of a flower blooming? Have you ever heard the sound of rain falling outside the window?

When I was a child, I liked to listen to the rain fall the most, in the countryside at my grandmother's house, there was a big yard, the rain was like filament, cow hair and like silver needles, falling in the small vegetable garden, falling in the small pond in the courtyard. It is rare in summer that such a mild rain, which falls silently in the fields, but falls on the houses with a clattering and clattering sound, irregularly and movingly. I was lying on the window on the second floor, looking at the shiny green leaves, the green green vegetable seedlings, listening to the frogs, cicadas, and rain outside the window, or falling asleep with the refreshing cool breeze.

I haven't been back to my grandmother's house for three years, the old yard has been demolished, a new building has been built, and the muddy path that I used to wade barefoot in my childhood has turned into silent cement. The road is wide, the building is high, and the heart is discouraged.

Living in the city, I no longer have the heart to listen to the rain, outside the window is the bridge, on the bridge is a stream of cars, double-layer soundproof glass, separating the two worlds inside and outside. If it rains, the window is opened, and the next day I have to clean up the dust, and the rain seems to bring a fishy smell, which is not the rain I expected. The rain on the ground upstairs made a decisive and neat sound, and there was no warmth and euphemism, only making people feel a chill running down the soles of their feet all the way to their hearts.

In the dead of night, I dream of the rain falling in my childhood, and reminisce about the joy of running in the fields; When I woke up, I would hear the cry of the sky outside the screen, close the glass window hard, and stared at the starless night sky in a daze.

It's been so long since I was a kid that I can't hear the birds, the wind, the heart, and I'm crying to get back to nature. I can't even hear the care of my family, I only hear the scolding, I only hear the scores, I only hear the entertainment broadcast, and I only hear the boring laughter.

Those soul-touching voices, my favorite sound of rain falling, are all sealed in the dust**?

Listen to the sounds of the animals.

I've loved animals since I was a child, and my favorite is hamsters. You listen, it's the sound of a hamster: squeak

Listen to my voice.

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