1. Composition: How to write "Listening to the Song" (imaginary composition)

Dream Jianghu

The candle flame is hot, and it is dancing and stirring in this small guest room. The woman rested her cheek on the table, enjoying the sleepless night. There was a flute in her hand, and she had already mastered her favorite tunes for others to listen to.

There was a clanging sound in a trance. The woman's ears accurately received this fleeting sound. The sword came out of its shell, and there was a sound more familiar than the sound of the flute. The woman did not move. This sound had nothing to do with her. , her world is not a world of grudges, a flute, a tune, dreaming her own dreams, singing her own songs, that's all.

The night breeze was cool, and the microwaved lake surface went straight into the small guest room. The man stood in front of the window, looking through the depth of the night. There was a jar of wine on the table behind him, which he had prepared in advance for the guests. Come and drink.

There was a faint flash of light, and the man's eyes keenly captured the flash of brilliance. It was the light of a sword, the most common light of swords in the world. The man did not move, and the light of the sword had nothing to do with him. His world is not a world of swords and swords. A jar of wine, singing along the way, walking his own way, drinking his own wine, is all he has.

The paper window, the moonlight on the window is sparse, the figure constantly flashing on the window paper, so quiet that it does not stir up the sleeping dust, the woman does not look back, in her eyes, There is only the flute, the flute that has accompanied her for three years in the world. The flute is not a good flute, but it can definitely play a special melody.

Three years ago, it was also such a deep night, with the distant sound of the piano. Talking about the loneliness of the rivers and lakes, and the woman serving the flowers, she burst into tears. Unconsciously, the flute music harmonized with her, telling a little about the loneliness in the high wall. It's boring, the sound of the piano is startling, and it's like pouring water, saying that the swaying rivers and lakes are calm, but the terrifying blood of the rivers and lakes is missing. The sound of the piano said, only people like you can see loneliness so clearly. The woman smiles, opens her lips, and makes peace. How can a woman who doesn't know the world also mourn the tragedy of the world? From then on, I decided that he was my best friend in this life. The woman stood up leisurely, took the flute with her and followed him to the end of the world.

Even if he is a hero who is famous all over the world, in his heart, he is just a confidant of a flute. At this time, he was outside the window, fighting against the heroes with his single sword. The woman didn't understand, and she didn't understand the grudges that disturbed people throughout their lives. She only knew that a song with a close friend would be a dream come true.

The black lake has dim waves, and there are layers of silhouettes on the lake, too light to make a ripple. Man, the night wind is mixed with the aroma of wine, which is the wine that has accompanied him in the world for ten years. The wine may not be famous, but there must be a reason why he likes it. Wine can be drunk alone or in groups. The wine is accompanied by a hermit who indulges in the mountains and rivers, and even a knight who wields a sword to the end of the world.

He laughs and talks about the present and the past. He can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk. When he is drunk, he sometimes dances with a sword, but without the slightest murderous intention. He often sighs, only you can dance the sword like a god, man. Smile, sheath the sword, and pour the wine. How can a man who disdains the world also envy the pleasures of the world? The man wandered away, taking the drunken wine with him and forgetting about the world.

Even if he is a knight who is proud of his sword, he is no more than a friend with a pot of wine by his side. At this time, he was outside the window, fighting the heroes with his single sword. The man disdained the fate that had been entangled for several generations. He only knew that the friend he hadn't seen for many days would definitely keep his word and go upstairs to have a drink.

The woman raised her jade wrist lightly and concentrated on playing. I wonder if the people outside the window could pay attention for a moment in such a dangerous situation. In the past three years, she only brought her own flute and did not cause any trouble. Look There is a strong love between heroes and heroines, but only this wisp of cold infatuation is woven into the sound of the flute.

The sound of killing was not loud, crisp and neat. The sound of something hitting the water surface kept coming, and there was also the muffled sound of falling into the water. However, the sound of the flute was still calm, and the woman lowered her eyelashes. Between my eyebrows, I can still hear the sound of the piano that day. She doesn't need to worry too much about the person playing the piano.

The beat is gentle, and the man forgets his feelings and sings. The evening wind is full of the smell of blood, but there is a quiet melody in the fishy wind. It is the sound of a flute, clear and refined. The sound of the flute must be the melody that is loved by drinking friends, and I may have heard it myself. In the ten years of Jianghu Road, except for like-minded friends, even though the blood-soaked sword was in his hands, he never raised his proud head for any killing and bloodshed, but only dissolved a handful of comfortable feelings in the wine. mad.

The shadow on the lake is not very clear, swift and sharp, and it is not clear whether it is the light of the wildly dancing sword or the splash of water that is reflected back. However, the singing was still high-pitched, and the man looked far into the distance, looking at the centuries-old river rolling past through the layers of figures on the lake.

If there is someone to be friendly with, he must be that person’s friend, the woman thought, but the sound of the flute did not stop, and it was already dawn before she looked back.

The sound of the flute continued, presumably for that man. The man smiled slightly, and the early morning light began to spread across the sky.

The quiet fighting outside the window finally became silent. The woman put down the flute in her hand, closed her eyes and smiled, hearing the lingering whistle, reporting that she was still safe.

The sound of the flute has gone back with the night, and there are blood-colored ripples on the lake. The man closed the window, looked back, placed the bowl, poured the wine, the door closed softly, and a man walked in slowly. The man raised his head and smiled: "Come on, let's get drunk before we stop."

The lingering sound lingered.

The smell of wine is fragrant.

2. Essay about listening to music, 400 words

Today is my brother’s 12th birthday. It’s finally time to eat cake. When I open the cake box, “Golden Rooster Independence” is so beautiful! When I made the wish, what I really wished for was that I wish my brother a happy growth. As soon as I opened my eyes, what I blurted out was, "I wish you a lifetime of dependence on others." As soon as I finished saying this, before I could react, my father hit me in the head, like a bolt from the blue. At this moment, How could I afford to humiliate this person in public? I ran into the room crying and locked the door, feeling aggrieved.

Mom, grandpa, uncles and aunts, sisters and brothers-in-law, many guests came to knock on my door. I pretended not to hear a word and said nothing. Later, my brother knocked on the door and said, "Sister, I will give you a call." You brought the cake." That childish and beautiful voice made me cry. I opened the door without any difficulty, but it was not my brother who appeared in front of me, but my father with a trace of regret on his face. She called After yelling at me, I immediately went back to bed and covered my head with the quilt. Dad held food, cakes and drinks in his hands and said to me: "Let's have a good talk now and judge whether you are wrong or not. I admit it." It was my fault that I hit you, I was wrong, and I apologize to you, but ask yourself, did you say something wrong? That sentence is the most taboo word today, and it is the time to make a wish. I know you may not have meant it. You say it but don't mean it, but how can you do this? No matter what you say, it has to go through your head."

I still sat without saying a word, looking at my father's back and I didn't sleep all night. At dawn the next day, my mother said to me: "Yesterday, you and I talked about Dad until midnight, and then we talked about you."

As soon as my mother finished speaking, I couldn't help but shed tears again. . 3 I cried that time. I was good at crying when I was little, but now I rarely cry. I think I have grown up.

As soon as I stepped into the house, I heard my mother's cry: "Don't you know that every time you do your homework, you don't have to sort it out? Do you have any brains?" My mother's words are always like being stabbed by a pack of sharp knives. Touching my heart, I, who have always been a good girl, finally erupted the volcano that had been suppressed in my heart for a long time. I talked back to my mother: "Why do you want to be locked up in ***! Save your energy!" My mother was stunned after hearing this, and then she also grimaced and coaxed me loudly: "I gave birth to you and raised you. , but you scolded me today!" I turned my head aside humbly, put my hands in my pockets, and said, "I'm out!" I slammed the door and left without looking back.

I ran out of the community, tears falling down like broken beads. I wiped the tears on my face with my sleeves again and again, but the tears came again and again. Come out.

I ran to a place where I thought my mother could not see it and stopped. I was breathing heavily and sobbing.

At this time, I stopped. I couldn't help it anymore, so I lay down on the stone bench in the community and cried loudly. Tears flowed from both sides of my face, and it seemed that they would never stop flowing.

The wind flowed from my ears. The wind blew by, and there were only one or two people walking on the huge road. I suddenly felt as pitiful as an unwanted child.

The sky slowly darkened, the sun set, and the sunset gradually faded. Retreat. The surroundings are so quiet.

I want a hug so much, and I want it to be my mother’s. I couldn't help but want to go back.

My stomach started to growl, but I didn't bring any money, and I didn't want to go back.

The night was getting darker. It was getting thicker, and many people had turned off their lights to go to bed. I looked around, and had to walk towards home step by step with heavy steps.

Suddenly, I was refreshed by shouts. That voice seemed to be my mother! Yes, it was my mother! She put her hands to her mouth and knitted her brows together. , looking left and right for a while, with an anxious look on his face

"Mom! "I couldn't wait to run into my mother's arms. I murmured: "Mom, I won't talk back anymore, I will ``````````.

My mother's brows suddenly stretched. Come, a smile appeared at the corner of my mouth. I looked up at my mother and found that her smile was so sweet. 4. Opening the small window of memory, I remembered the day last semester. That touching scene... That day, our school invited a professor from other places to give us a vivid gratitude education class.

He vividly talked about gratitude on the stage. The students were deeply moved by this example. Then, he asked the students to go up to the stage to express their deepest feelings.

I thought no one would come forward, but the result was unexpected. And. The students all stepped onto the stage one after another.

They walked onto the stage solemnly and unstoppably. Almost every student's eyes were wet.

They had a heart-to-heart dialogue with their parents on the stage, admitting their mistakes and expressing their determination to study hard and repay their parents in the future... Maybe they were infected by this atmosphere, My heart was slightly shaken, and I felt a torrent coming from the bottom of my heart, rushing out of my eyes, and I cried. But I didn't wipe away the tears, letting them wet my face and wake up my ungrateful heart.

Yes! How could I be ungrateful? From the time I was born to the time I grew up, it was all due to my parents! Dad, Mom, it’s you who have accompanied me through countless spring, summer, autumn and winter. It's you who accompany me through all the bumps and setbacks.

It is you who accompany me out of the wrong path and towards the light. When I was wronged, it was you who dropped your work and ran to me to comfort me and persuade me.

When I had not finished my homework, but was already driven to bed by exhaustion, it was you who accompanied me to finish my homework, even in the dead of night. In fact, you are more tired than me! When I was ill, it was you who stayed by my bed and cared for me meticulously, pouring me water and bringing me delicious food.

Who is it when the weather suddenly turns cold? And you sent me clothes and gloves all the way? Dad, Mom, the love you give me is so great! Like rain, like rain and dew, it nourishes me. It is like sunshine, eternal and warm; and like spring rain, gentle and delicate.

It will penetrate layers of barriers and spread to every place where I am, every day where I am; it will embrace my crying and my laughter; it will support me Umbrellas pave a road and fill up all the bumps. Dad, Mom, the love you give me. 3. Listen to a song and write an essay

1. Essay about music 1. The taste of music Human beings have rich and sensitive emotions. Every bit of life will touch our heartstrings and trigger the first human emotions. Moved and longed for. So there is music, and music has become our best way to vent. Every beating note in the music makes our inner world vivid and vivid. Music can talk, and those who talk will listen. Or, use a delicate and gentle heart to listen to the boundless vast inner world, go up and down with the music, share the sorrow and pain with the heart behind the music, and enjoy the content contained in every beating note. The ups and downs of life. I would like to be a listener, a silent listener on the outside but a fanatical listener on the inside. On a harmonious and beautiful afternoon, a person sits alone in front of the window, sips a cup of fragrant tea, puts on a delicate earphone and starts listening to the music. Flying freely in the world, walking into the songs that are either low and melodious or surging, open the singer's closed heart and feel his rich and colorful inner world. In their music, maybe we You can find your own shadow. Although it is ethereal and trance, it also makes people feel warm and warm. Maybe we are not like Zhong Ziqi and Yu Boya, who performed the highest state of friendship in a beautiful song of mountains and rivers, and finally became musical confidants. , but at least, my lover can find a short-term shelter there, have a moment of tranquility, produce the sound of the soul, and get the comfort of the soul. Music is like a lyric poem that can never be finished, always giving people It leaves long echoes and infinite reveries, lingering aftertaste, and endless aftertaste. Listening to music is a kind of enjoyment. It not only lingers in the heart, but also echoes in the heart. It enlightens us, makes us rejoice, and makes our blood boil. Music gives us another The world, a world that can be as big as we want, where we can put aside all our sorrows and troubles and grow up happily. Although the world of music is ethereal, it is filled with passion, although it is plain, it is full of fragrance, and although it is far away , but full of emotion. Let our hearts collide in the world of music, shooting out brilliant sparks, which will bloom undefeated in our hearts. Walk with the music gently, press the button, quietly, let The music trickles into my heart. I turn the wheel, and let me feel the majestic vigor and pathos of the music together with the breeze outside the window. Listen to the majestic mountains, listen to the gurgling water, understand the rhythm of the music, and feel the beauty of life. The strings are plucked , flowing out graceful tones, forming one song after another, telling the story of old love. Stop in the palace of music and feel the richness of the bells; the lingering like rain and mist; the activation like hail; and the elegance like snow in spring. Abing's life Because of the Erquan Yingyue, I am no longer lonely, and the life of Xi Xinghai is no longer pale because of the March of the Volunteers. Music has given me the belief in life. Feel the soul of Chopin, pour out a patriotic ***; feel Beethoven Fen's soul composes pastoral music and hits the door of destiny; feels Tchaikovsky riding the carriage, stopping by the quiet lake to appreciate the dancing of the swans. Bach's music is romantic and elegant, reflecting the style of the distant era, bursting out The heritage of ancient civilization; Schumann's Serenade, quiet and elegant, soothes the restless soul, allowing you to integrate with nature and feel the mystery of nature; Beethoven's Symphony of Destiny, impassioned, inspiring, feel the blood boiling. Feel the sound of nature The sound of it clears the soul and enlightens life. 4. Listen to music and write essays

As the music plays, the intermittent croaking of frogs rings in my ears, as if the frogs are gathering for a summer dance.

At this time, the voice became gentle and soft.

The frogs gathered together happily, talking, laughing and rapping with each other. At this moment, the music started to rise and fall, and the frog actors came on the stage. They were dressed in gorgeous clothes and danced gracefully to perform the frog dance. Some of the audience grabbed the branches and stood up. On the branches, some were lying on lotus leaves, quietly enjoying the beautiful dance.

Quack, quack, quack, quack, loud sounds came one after another. It turned out to be a pair of twin frogs teasing and teasing each other. Why are everyone so happy? It turns out that the annual Frog Carnival that frogs love is here.

The frogs were overjoyed. At the dance, some of them were eating delicious food, some were playing, some were enjoying the dance, some were chatting, and some were... . The music suddenly slowed down.

Maybe something happened, oh, it’s time for the frog to dance. Everyone returned to the frog palace in small groups, and saw the frog king standing at the door of the palace to greet the frogs. Then, everyone Standing on the soft lotus leaves and dancing, everyone was happy, dancing, dancing... the music gradually slowed down and was about to end. The frogs were reluctant to leave, looking forward to the next Frog Carnival. 5. (50 points)

I didn’t know if I didn’t look for it, but I was shocked when I looked for it. The disk contained this essay that I had saved for 6 years (no wonder there wasn’t much space). We also wrote this essay, but I'm really not as picky as your teacher. - I deeply understand. To be honest, there are not many that meet your requirements.

Human life cannot be without music

Human life cannot be without music. Music cannot be denied in one's life. In the ancient times of slash-and-burn farming, the ancestors sang songs and recited the "Book of Songs" that is still immortal; on the ancient battlefield where wars raged, people also chanted endless ancient Yuefu poems; on the Loess Plateau, the crisp "Xintianyou" 》Floating straight from the other side of the sky to us...

Music can tug at the listener's heartstrings. As a person who loves music, I think the music played by the erhu can tug at my heartstrings the most. With just one piece of "Two Springs Reflecting the Moon", I have already felt the most moving music in the world. The simple timbre and slow and melodious melody flow in twists and turns. I feel that this is not a simple description of the spring water under the moon, but a simple description of the spring water under the moon. It is a sound flowing from a heart that should be extremely lonely. This is music that contains sadness and bitterness. My heart cannot help but tremble and I cannot calm my heart.

Listening to that piece of music quietly, my eyes were filled with A Bing’s thin and lonely shadow. He couldn’t see a trace of moonlight, let alone a drop of spring water, but he opened his eyes to the world. It is the feeling of a musician, and everyone can feel his beautiful language that tells the desolation of the world. There seemed to be two drops of "spring water" in his eyes reflecting the rising moon.

When Ji Kang was on the execution ground, he played the last piece of music in his life. What he was thinking about was not that he was about to become a beheaded man, but that his "Guangling San" had not been handed down. This was in line with Ruan Ji's sadness. It's just as bone-deep.

The most unforgettable thing is Wong Ka Kui, and the most unforgettable thing is his "Glory Days". Some of them are ***, some of them are shouting. Here we can see the perception of a real musician. It is an emotion and a gesture, a gesture of daring to look down from a high place. He and his BEYOND band sang The increasingly alienating quality of human beings sings from the deep side of the human heart to the surface. His life is as gorgeous as a summer flower.

Music needs no explanation. Whether it is simple or gorgeous, whether it is low-key or high-pitched, whether it is "Butterfly Lovers" or "East Wind Break", whether it is guitar, violin or erhu... it transcends eras, nationalities, and national boundaries. Move its people with its own unique language.

"There is a spring in everyone's heart. The daily turmoil of life masks its sound. When you wake up in the middle of the night, you will hear the melodious sound from the depths of your soul. That is the gurgling sound. Spring water!

"Dongshan Kuiyi wrote in "Listening to the Spring".

When you are walking on the street, a familiar piano music floats melodiously and lonelyly. When you look back suddenly, don’t you feel that it is a piece of music worth looking for?

PS: Today’s teachers are really whimsical, which can make writing an essay speechless again. 6. When writing an essay about an unforgettable experience of listening to music, there must be examples

Composition

I love music. Although I have never really studied music, I always think in my heart that I have always been destined to music, but I just haven't cultivated it properly, ^_^. In fact, it was my love of singing that led me to love music from the very beginning (until now). I think many people who love music started like this. The longer I sing, the stronger my sensitivity to music becomes; the more I learn, the more musical styles I like. Often, I am addicted to all kinds of music and cannot extricate myself. The process of developing a love for music from scratch is indeed an experience...

It is impossible for me to like music from the beginning, but I have had a strong sense of music since I was a child.

I remember when I was 5 years old, the kindergarten teacher suddenly called a group of us children. The teacher gave us a drum each, and then played a piece of music for us to beat to the music. I played it after a while, and the teacher took me I was selected to perform in the kindergarten band. I performed very successfully and I was very happy. I originally had the opportunity to develop at a deeper level. The teacher also suggested it to my parents, but I gave up because I was too playful and didn't want to learn. . This was my first real contact with music, and later I started singing. Maybe after I started listening to pop music in the fourth or fifth grade of elementary school, I became crazy about singing. Maybe it was because there were music classes at that time, including scale exercises and singing exercises. That may be of great help to me, or I just like singing naturally. Whenever I learn to sing a song, I can sing it accurately and naturally with emotion after listening to it a few times, so at that time we My music teacher also praised my singing ability. However, at that time, I just liked singing and had no concept of music. I thought music was just singing. I didn’t learn the music theory knowledge taught by the teacher very well, that is, I learned 7 natural scales and 5 non-diatonic scales. Even when the teacher taught me musical instruments, I didn’t learn them well. Now that I think about it, I regret it very much! 7. Listen to a song and write an essay

1. Essay about music 1. The taste of music Human beings have rich and sensitive emotions. Every bit of life will touch our heartstrings and trigger the original desire of human beings. Moved and longed for.

So there is music, and music has become our best way to vent. Every beating note in the music makes our inner world vivid and vivid. Music can talk, and those who talk will have listeners. Use a delicate and gentle heart to listen to the boundless vast inner world, have ups and downs with the music, and share the same worries with the heart behind the music*** Bitter, enjoy the ups and downs contained in every beating note.

I would like to be a listener, a silent listener on the outside but a passionate listener on the inside. On a harmonious and beautiful afternoon, a person sits alone in front of the window, sips a cup of fragrant tea, puts on a pair of exquisite headphones and begins to fly freely in the world of music, walking into the music that is either low and melodious, or *** surging. During the rest of the song, the singer's closed heart is opened to feel his rich and colorful inner world.

In their music, perhaps we can find our own shadow. Although it is ethereal and trance-like, it also makes people feel friendly and warm. Maybe we can't be like Zhong Ziqi and Yu Boya, who performed the highest state of friendship in a beautiful mountain and flowing water, and finally became musical confidants, but at least, my new girlfriend can find a short-term shelter there and have a moment of peace. Tranquility produces the sound of the soul and obtains the comfort of the soul.

Music is like a lyric poem that can never be finished. It always leaves people with lengthy echoes and infinite reveries, with lingering lingering notes and endless aftertaste. Listening to music is a kind of enjoyment. It not only lingers in the heart, but also echoes in the heart. It enlightens us, makes us happy, and makes our blood boil.

Music gives us another world, a world where we can be as big as we want, where we can put aside all our sorrows and worries and grow up happily. Although the world of music is ethereal, it is filled with passion, although it is plain, it is full of fragrance, and although it is far away, it is full of emotion.

Let our hearts collide in the world of music and create brilliant sparks that will remain undefeated in our hearts. Walk with the music gently, press the button, quietly, let the music trickle into my heart. Turn the wheel, let me feel the majestic vigor and lingering pathos of the music together with the breeze outside the window. Listen to the majestic mountains, listen to Gurgling water. Comprehend the rhythm of music and feel the beauty of life. The strings are plucked, and the melodious tones flow out, forming a song after song, telling the story of old feelings.

Stop in the palace of music and feel the richness of the bells; the lingering like rain and mist; the vitality like hail; and the elegance like spring snow.

A Bing’s life is no longer lonely because of the moon reflected in the second spring, and Xi Xinghai’s life is no longer pale because of the March of the Volunteers.

Music has given me the faith in life. Feel the soul of Chopin and express his patriotism; feel the soul of Beethoven, compose pastoral songs and attack the door of destiny; feel the soul of Tchaikovs Ji drove the carriage and stopped by the quiet lake to watch the dancing swans.

Bach’s music is romantic and elegant, reflecting the style of a distant era and bursting out the heritage of ancient civilization; Schumann’s serenade is quiet and elegant, soothing the restless soul and making you integrate with nature and feel The mystery of nature; Beethoven's Symphony of Destiny, impassioned, inspiring, and exciting.

Feel the sounds of nature, purify your soul, and enlighten your life.