Write an outline for the listening essay and write an essay on the topic of listening

Let me give you a general idea, first of all, I didn't know how to listen, so I had few friends (or a lot of trouble), and then after some things (or the earnest teachings of my teachers and parents), I learned the importance of listening, and I gained the respect of others.

Listening, hearing moved, hearing missing, hearing love, hearing forever. —Epigraph.

Students, have you ever heard the crisp bamboo quietly pulling out joints in the forest, and have you ever heard the crystal dew drops quietly sliding down ...... water?Many voices have been ignored by us in the rush of years. Only when we calm down and listen with a clear and clear heart can we be moved by those sounds.

Listen, the birds are singing in the branches, the crickets are chirping in the grass, the wind is howling in the grasslands, and the waves are lapping against the ...... of the shoreSound is everywhere and all the time.

I like to listen to the sound of bees buzzing and flying, whenever I hear this sound, I seem to see the golden bees busy in the flowers, these cute little creatures have such a short life, but they have worked hard all their lives to make sweet honey for people. I was impressed by their uncomplaining and unsung dedication.

I like to listen to the sound of crystal snowflakes falling slowly, whenever I hear this sound, I seem to see the snowflakes in the sky one after another, such as reed flowers, white plums, catkins, duck feathers, duck down, and like the beautiful silver butterfly dancing, dancing gracefully.

I like to listen to the sound of the mountain stream babbling, and whenever I hear it, I seem to see the crystal clear water flowing down the winding valley, sometimes urgently, sometimes slowly. It plays while running. One moment patting the colorful pebbles on the shore, the other touching the grass on the sand that stuck out its head, the other making the floating leaves spin, the next tickling the little tadpoles chasing it.

In addition to listening to the sounds of the natural world, there is another sound in the world that moves us, and that is the sound of communication between teachers and students. We listened intently to the teacher's tireless teachings and eloquent words. The teacher leaned over to listen to our voices, active thoughts, and wild imaginations......This is not only the care of personality, but also the respect for personality, but also the collision of heart to heart, the exchange of love and love, and the integration of love and affection.

This sound made me feel the spring of love flowing endlessly in the hearts of teachers and students.

Students, don't let your ears close, as long as you listen quietly, you will feel the richness and beauty of the sound. You will find that around nature and human life, there is a world of sound.

Listen to the Rainy Day Martial Arts.

Come, let's listen to nature with our hearts! When we walked to the path in the field, did you hear the grass calling to us? When we go into the dense forest, do you hear us called?

When we walked into the boundless sea, did you hear the sea calling to us? But no matter in **, we can hear the voice of nature.

Listen, over there, the tree crept out of the short branches, shaking, and it also "rustled" and sang a beautiful song.

Listen, the flowers over there are quietly humming a little song from the buds, under the song of the tree.

The grass kept growing, tender and green, in the fields, in the yard, on the roadside, full of it, a breeze blew, the grass stretched its waist, kicked its legs, and rippled ...... with the windHe also kept singing: "Rustle, rustle." ”

The wind was gentle, the grass was soft, and the acquaintances on the trees also started their "star concert" at this time. "Know, know, know......"Listen, here, there, far away, everywhere there is a well-known song, and the song is close to the mountain in the distance. When the night is approaching, and the knowers have already rested, the next bel canto ** family grasshopper sang in the applause of the grass "rustling", and from time to time there was a very sharp and urgent, almost metallic collision-like crisp sound.

I revel in it because it's a necessary step to get closer to nature, but I prefer the sea.

In the evening, the setting sun reflects the red sky, and under the sky is the sea. The sea was rolling, the waves were majestic, the voice was like a drunken poet whispering; It is like a thousand horses chirping; It's more like the neighing ...... of countless geese after being caughtAh, the sea, is your tide calling to me?

As I walked along the path in the fields, I heard the grass calling to us; When I walked into the dense forest, I heard the knowledge calling to us; When we walk into the endless seashore, the tide is still calling us! Oh, my friend, this is the voice of nature, how have you listened? I wrote it myself, landlord, give it a lot, thank you!

Trouble clicking "Satisfied" after reading the essay, this is respect for other people's labor! It's not easy to answer the question, and look at it!

By chance, I was fortunate enough to hear the sound of spring silkworms chewing mulberry leaves, and the sound of that sound was deeply rooted in my heart.

A dark hut, find a quiet place, accompanied by hundreds of silkworms, sprinkled with a layer of mulberry leaves, and savor this subtle sound. At first, when the sound of silkworms invades you, it may make you feel like goosebumps all over your body, and you will not be surprised and shiver slightly. However, as time passed, the sound became more and more neat, as if converging into a ball, crisp and pleasant.

Rustle...."Like a drizzle of cow drizzle falling down, and like a trickle slowly flowing through the valley, inadvertently, there will be people by the stream, the feeling of rain in the sky. In the dark, it is like between the mountains and green waters, bringing a touch of refreshment and happiness to people's souls.

Gradually, the chewing sound became louder and louder, and it is conceivable that the silkworms are working with all their might. They're filling their bellies, they're increasing their value. The purpose of their struggle is to spin the silk and form a cocoon, for the miraculously beautiful and ephemeral moment when they break out of the cocoon and become a butterfly.

Should we do the same? To make unremitting efforts for our mission, we must constantly enrich ourselves, constantly improve ourselves, and make ourselves from youth to maturity, from the corner of the mountain to the top of the mountain, from the ground to heaven. If being reborn is the hope of silkworms, then becoming mature is our other side; If breaking out of the chrysalis is a challenge and a tempering for them, then facing up to setbacks is the attitude we should have.

They play the violin, softly and softly; They play the saxophone, which is light and pleasant; They beat the jazz drums, and they are vigorous and powerful...Invisibly, a cheerful symphony was played, affecting the silkworms, as well as the hearts of you and me. At this moment, my mood is surging like a rolling wave, like a wave of river pushing the tide, I am really excited.

Listening to the sound of chewing, I walked out of the darkness, and although the silkworm was getting farther and farther away from me, the sound was engraved into my heart. These weak creatures, these lovely elves, they are so different, so vibrant, they perform an intriguing drama, extremely subtle.

Listen, how can there be more to nature than this wonderful natural sound? Listen, every voice is not confined to one style. The ear is the journey, and the heart is the ultimate destination.