Composition title: The sound is slow

Key words: The sound is slow Senior high school senior 2550 words

Word count: 2550 words composition

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This essay is a 2550-word essay about senior year of high school. The title is: "Slow Voice". Everyone is welcome to contribute. If you ask me what is the most beautiful thing in the world, my answer is sound. The overt or low-key colors are too emotional, and the taste easily makes us rely on the fleeting feeling. Although they are incredibly beautiful, I still prefer beauty as beautiful as flowers and mountains, and majestic as undulating sounds. Continuous and unforgettable.

The bard Rabindranath Tagore whispered: "The fish in the sea are silent, the animals on the land are noisy, and the birds in the air are singing. However, the silence of the sea, the noise of the land, the sky Music, everyone has both.” I roughly believe that human nature has a higher level of awareness of sound. Sound needs to be enjoyed by those who know it. I read "Women's Bed" by Liu Qiang in Fushun, Liaoning, in the last New Concept. Many scenes in life are still inseparable from sound: just lying on the bed and closing my eyes tightly, listening to the sounds of the bustling market can outline the scene. A picture of "Along the River During the Qingming Festival"; just a solitary lamp can create the artistic conception of "leaving the lotuses to listen to the sound of rain"; if you hear the familiar and melodious ringing of the phone in the long night, it will make you even more yearning. How much hope. Lin Yutang is easily immersed in sound. In his ears, knocking on the door, sweeping the floor, coughing, the sound of wild ducks, and the sounds of cups and dishes were all the concerto of a concert. In the "pause for a moment and the sound of distant horseshoes", he "enjoyed more beautiful pleasure than Brahms' symphony." This is indeed the case. Sound contains a huge capacity. Pass on, receive, infect, and pull out the intricate stories. Often we get closer to an essence, some well-known or little-known secrets. Just as Zweig described in "Twenty-Four Hours in a Woman's Life", Mrs. C only speculates on a pair of hands in the casino, instead of looking at the cookie-cutter masks. It is often easier to peek into a person's darkest emotional experiences from their voices. This is like when we test whether a wall is empty or solid, we try to identify the sound after knocking. Even in an unsuccessful martial arts drama, the clumsy masters always had to disguise their voices when concealing themselves. They knew that it was even more difficult to cover up their true souls with their true voices.

Such as silence. Silence is the most powerful gathering of sounds. Silence itself is a high-level ambush, and the ambush is followed by steel helmets and iron armor, and thousands of horses neighing. Sima Yi was defeated in an empty city where Zhuge Liang was silent. He misread a Xiao sound, and it ended in a trap of thousands of troops after turning around. Cleverness is misled by cleverness, and the foolishness of philosophers is also cruel.

If people have souls, the fetus has not yet revived when it is in the mother's body. When they moved into the world safely but unsteadily like silkworms taking off their cocoons and pupae, Dafan closed his eyes tightly as if to declare: "I have been born", danced his hands and feet, and cried loudly. They are not fully developed yet and cannot see the bright blue sky and golden light, nor can they smell the warm fragrance of their mother's sweat and milk, but they still call out "Mom, I'm here"!

This sentence, thought to be the baby's willfulness, made the mother's pale lips rise due to excessive pain: Oh, my child is healthy!

This is the most reassuring leap in this child’s life. It follows its own arousal, its own irregular sound spectrum lines, and can perceive the strange world just by listening.

When we can’t see it, we have to learn to discern it. When we were little pink children, we preferred to be close to our mother who whispered softly. If sucking milk is an instinctive need, I prefer to think from a high level that it is these little things happily listening to the slight, satisfying and happy little sounds they make. Any muffled thunder or loud noise will cause them to wake up in panic. They reject sounds that are not beautiful, and express their fear and small resentment with loud and suffocating cries. This is so straightforward. ah.

Sakyamuni has a Zen way in the Diamond Sutra: All appearances are false.

Three- and four-year-old children have little or no material interference and are closer to the essence of things. An energetic little boy often understands the true meaning of a bird's flapping wings better than an ornithologist. They mischievously make sounds: the sharp sound of scraping the glass with a copper spoon, and the beeping sound of folding the pages of the book into a trumpet shape. These are all the children's favorites. In my opinion, when a person is ignorant, a person is pregnant. It is a great enjoyment to go into a dark cabin with an adventurous mentality and listen to the "scary sound of logging" on the tape recorder until your hair stands on end.

More often than not, using voice to express feelings has become a habit. For example, the little boys I am familiar with will make a realistic and wonderful "chi-boom-" sound when fighting in the Transformers battle. When using a sword or a broadsword, they will make a "chis--" sound from between their teeth. It really looks like the sword is showing its edge. ; When little girls are acting coquettishly and pretending to be angry, they will say "um~ no" tactfully from their throats, and the soft curves of their voices will inevitably remind people of their coquettish manner when they twist their little arms and legs.

Children love sounds and are the most sensitive to them. They can follow the thousands of ravines and twists and turns of the sound, walk at the bottom of the soul, and find a long dream. Children often form an island based on this dream, separated from the surroundings by sea water, and look for the treasures they want. When I was a child, I was afraid of the muffled thunder mixed with the sound of wind, so I would open all the umbrellas in my house on rainy days, spread them out layer by layer, and huddle in the innermost part of the umbrella house, looking for warmth and safety. Because of my uneasiness and loneliness, I often gently rub the smooth canvas of the umbrella with my hands. Hearing my gentle rubbing sound as before gradually calmed down the anxiety in my heart and completed the transition to calmness. To this day, if I want to repeat the past again on a whim, or even when the umbrella house can no longer accommodate me, I just need to close my eyes tightly and rub the canvas with my thumb and middle finger, and if I hear my little voice of satisfaction, all the confusion and confusion at that time will be gone. The panic roared and then gradually subsided until the fetus fell back into the warmth of the amniotic fluid.

"Ge'er feels the infinity in the sky, the picture feels the infinity on the earth, and the poem feels the infinity in the sky and the earth. Because the words in his poems have infinite meaning. OK, its music flies without wings. "You can't live without a poet. The poet is the eternal singer of the land. When I read the Book of Songs, I can't help but be fascinated by the joyful comparisons of sounds. Logging Tintin. Birds are chirping. Yo yo deer roar. Poets often use very few words to blend together everything, leaving everything silent.

Heine, who sang about love, wrote leisurely: "The beautiful and pleasant music echoes in my heart... If you see a rose, please tell her, and I will greet her." Shelley Sing to the lark: "Teach me half of the joy you know and sing with me, and a harmonious enthusiasm will flow from my lips, and the world will listen to me as I listen to you." The saint Rabindranath Tagore was indescribably happy. He slowly and gradually crumbled his voice into Bengali texts. He devoutly believes in beautiful sounds and persistently pursues "I listen to the world, and the world listens to me." He is the most outstanding performer of Piaopiao Xianle.

"When you command me to sing, my heart seems to explode with pride. I look up at your face and tears well up in my eyes.

In my life The astringency and contradiction melt into a sweet harmony - my praise is like a happy bird, fluttering its wings across the ocean

I know you like my singing, I know I am just because of me. I have to be a singer to reach you. Chinese Education Digest

I used the far-reaching wings of my song to touch your feet, which I never dared to touch.

Intoxicated in singing, I forget myself. You are my master, but I call you my friend. " There are many forms of sound that are separated but not separated, and boundaries are not bounded. Such as pictures, such as text, such as lines. How can I not look at the colorful lines on the map of China and not hear the heroic warriors fighting in front of the Yaksa formation? If you read Duras, you can feel the sad and desperate chants of an aging woman, just like the poems of Daming Palace. Have you heard the sound of heavy metal rubbing when light suddenly returns from darkness?

I can’t help but mention the Song lyrics that I like.

"Although the singing method of Song lyrics has long been lost, readers who relied on the music to fill in the lyrics later can still feel the beauty of the musical rhythm from the lines of the words, which may be lingering and graceful, or elegant and distant, or impassioned, or melancholy and frustrating, which makes It stirs people's energy and has a special kind of infectious power." (Gu Yisheng's "Essence of Song Ci", Bashu Publishing House) The beautiful forms of appeal expressed in the rhymes of plain and oblique rhymes are similar but different. The tune is flat and long, suitable for singing slowly and with endless affection. The short and choppy sounds make the reader feel clear and clear when pronouncing the words. Just like our slow-voiced life, there are many changes in length, sentence pattern, and intonation. It may be joyful or sad, hard or soft, or bursting with sorrow and joy, just find a tune from time to time as a window for catharsis.

Thoughts are lingering. If I hear the laughter of God, it will be a unique and wonderful thing.

Slow voice