In daily study, work or life, everyone often comes into contact with composition. Through composition, we can gather our scattered thoughts together. Still at a loss for composition? Below are some excellent listening compositions that I have compiled for you. You are welcome to learn from them and refer to them. I hope they will be helpful to you. Excellent Listening Composition 1
Maternal love is like a beautiful piano music that always sounds gently in my ears.
Listen carefully, you will find that there are many beautiful sounds around us, some are the sounds of nature, and some are the sounds of the spiritual world, but the one I like to listen to the most is the voice of maternal love.
Prelude
The exam was coming soon, and I had to study until late at night every night. That night I did my exercises as usual, and suddenly I heard the sound of the door opening, although the sound was very soft. The sound got closer and closer, and finally disappeared suddenly. My mother stood by the table holding a cup of my favorite jasmine tea, gently placed the cup on the table, and then left quietly. The sound was still very soft, but I could still hear it clearly from near to far, and finally disappeared with the sound of the door closing.
Climax
The exam day came soon. I was very nervous that day, almost suffocated with fear, and couldn’t calm down for a long time. At this time, I seemed to hear my mother's singing. The sound is like a red ribbon, flying over mountains, rivers and lakes, through spring, summer, autumn and winter. Like a ray of sunshine, it gives people a warm and comforting pill. My mood finally calmed down and I answered the papers very smoothly.
End
On the day I went to school to report, I was even more nervous. After all, the results of the semester’s hard work were revealed at this moment. I came to the teacher's office with an uneasy mood. I held my breath and saw the teacher taking out the report card. I glanced secretly. Fourth place, no way. I couldn't believe my eyes. I really didn't expect it. When I got home, I told my mother the good news, but she told me to be modest, otherwise you will retreat. Then a person was secretly happy, but I saw it but deliberately didn't expose her.
The voice of maternal love gives me comfort when I fail and gives me advice when I succeed. If you listen carefully, I will gain a lot. Listen, it is the voice of maternal love. Excellent composition of listening 2
One day, it started to rain again. Light raindrops fell on the eaves and fell on the road. I stood in front of the window. Staring at this poetic picture, I melted into the painting. I am a raindrop falling from the clouds. Together with my companions, I dance in the air to the rhythm of the wind girl. I quietly landed in a mountain stream. I became a member of the stream, flowing slowly along with the wind.
I think I am waiting, waiting to be illuminated by the sun. Let it turn into water vapor and condense into clouds. While waiting, I saw many incredible things. Humans cut off the upper body of the tree uncle, leaving the pile and roots crying silently. I'm very confused, why does the tree uncle create fresh air and serve humans, but humans still hurt him? A little bird flew freely around us. Suddenly, a net appeared in the sky, and it caught the bird! I discovered that the people behind this network are humans again! They killed the birds and wanted to catch the little birds to eat. This made me feel that humans are cruel.
I flowed quietly, a fallen leaf fell in front of me, and I became friends with him. He carried me on his back. Together, we floated to a stone as the wind danced. I felt the warmth of the light and realized I was going to fly. I felt unprecedented joy and said goodbye. Slowly, I floated up. The moment I rose to the clouds, I took a look at the earth and discovered its dirty side. I was surprised and sad. Why do humans let the earth become like this? I want to shout loudly to human beings: You must protect nature, cherish everything that nature has given, and do not kill innocent lives indiscriminately! "Rumble" A thunderous sound woke me up and brought back my soul.
In this rain, I seemed to hear the voice of the raindrops and the cry of the raindrops. The rain has stopped, leaving a few small raindrops lingering quietly on the eaves. Excellent Listening Composition 3
Happiness is like petals scattered. Love makes the world warm, love makes us cry, love creates miracles, but love is so unknown.
If you listen carefully, love is around you; if you look around, love is suddenly earth-shattering. Tears streamed down her cheeks, and suddenly there was another voice of love.
During the Wenchuan earthquake, the rescue team heard a faint voice coming from the ground: "Save me! Save me!" The rescue uncle hurriedly dug up, and they struggled hard. After a long time, the little The girl came out. But the little girl said to the rescue uncles in a weak voice: "Go and save my parents!" The rescue uncles dug and dug and finally found her parents, but this time This scene shocked everyone present! The father's eyes were wide open and he held a brick with both hands. The mother did the same thing. Between these two bricks, how did this little girl survive?
Why don’t these great parents close their eyes? Don't you worry about the little girl? We adore these parents, and at the same time, we never want to see such earth-shattering love again! Because they paid too much and the price was too high!
Don’t think that there is no love around you. When your mother prepares fragrant and hot meals for you, do you feel the love? When your father goes out to earn money to support the family, do you feel love? Do you feel love when the teacher corrects your mistakes over and over again? Do you feel loved when a friend comforts you when you are sad? When your sister, brother, younger brother or sister helps you share your burdens, do you feel loved? The country has built a special zone for us. Do you feel the love?
Love is everywhere. As long as you listen carefully, you will find true love in the world! Listen to the voice of love, happiness is scattered like petals
This article has a novel beginning, which has the effect of taking the lead, and the ending cleverly highlights the theme, echoing the beginning and end. The young author uses an incident that happened in the Wenchuan earthquake to describe to people what true love is. The article expresses sincere emotions and the narrative is vivid and concrete. Excellent composition of listening 4
With the sound of "croak", they sweated over our birth; when we struggled to learn to walk, they gave us countless encouragements, and when we were teething When we were learning Chinese, they were worried; on the way to growth, they accompanied us and guided us on the way forward...
"I always ask for things from you, but never say thank you until When I grow up, I realize that it’s not easy for you. Every time you leave, you always pretend to be relaxed..." Yes! Only when we grow up do we realize their hard work. In order for us to live a better life, they can put down their dignity, sacrifice their face, and fight to earn an extra penny.
They are getting older, wrinkles are spreading on their faces, and their gray hair is gradually growing out. Maybe they have not looked carefully because of work and study, but if you look carefully, a sense of guilt will come to your heart. We may not be able to repay their love in this life, but they have never thought about us repaying it. This is a kind of love, a kind of love that does not require any return. As long as you are happy, healthy and happy, it is enough. Whenever they look at our smiles, are they not smiling?
I have heard a story: A child’s grandfather is old and doesn’t like to talk anymore. He often lies in his rocking chair. The child ran over to listen to his grandfather's stories about the past, and his grandfather told him. Later, he became more and more excited as he told them. The child felt that his grandfather's stories were so exciting that he often listened to them. The vivid story broke the silence of the past, and the old rocking chair started to rock happily again. This small gesture turned grandpa into a speaker. Perhaps listening is the best companion for us juniors!
Maybe you are too busy at work, but please take some time to listen to their stories. Even if they are not good or exciting, please don’t be impatient, because the stories they tell may be embarrassing things from your childhood. . Because you are everything to them. Listening is the best companionship. Perhaps speaking out is a release and a joy for them.
Listening is the best companionship. Excellent Listening Composition 5
You fall quietly and always make a face when you come to let us know that you are coming, for fear that we will not take you seriously. You float down patteringly, soothing the nervous mood of those who work at the desk, and smoothing the ripples of their souls for those who are restless. It brings joy to children and baptism to flowers and plants.
Perhaps your mother taught you to do good deeds without leaving a name. So you always moisturize things silently, when we don't know. Talk secretly to the flowers and plants.
Yu, Yu, I’m here to get close to you too. I walked into your world and listened quietly to what you whispered to me. You said to me softly: "I ran down secretly. From the sky to the earth, it is such a long distance. Although I have been drifting alone, I never feel lonely. In the high sky, the birds fly with me. After that, I talked with him about the joy of flying freely. When I reached the earth, I got to know the flowers. She told me to stand in the soil with that disdainful determination. When I fell into the stream, I drifted with the water. From then on. From now on, I won't be the only one. If you hear the sound of "rustling...swissing", you will laugh out loud.
Listen to the rain, its loneliness and satisfaction.
I lay on the lawn, opened my arms, and felt the joy of the rain.
The small raindrops gently caressed my face. The slightest hint of coolness made me feel extra calm. I closed my eyes and listened quietly. "Ding dong ding dong" This must be rain falling in the stream. "Tick tick tick" is the rain hitting the leaves. "Hua Hua Hua" This must be the rain falling mischievously on someone's roof. I couldn't help but raise the corners of my mouth.
The rain is still falling happily. It seems like you never feel tired. It bravely throws itself into the embrace of the earth, knowing that it will disappear, but it has no regrets. It is willing to dedicate itself to every living thing. It uses all of itself to baptize all things, and perhaps this is also its happiness. I asked it: "Is it worth it?" "It's worth it." In the sound of "swishing", I understood.
Listen to the rain, its devotion and joy.
The sycamore trees are drizzling, and at dusk, bit by bit... Excellent composition of listening 6
You fall quietly, and always make a face when you come, letting us know that you are coming , for fear that we won’t take you seriously. You float down patteringly, soothing the nervous mood of those who are working at the desk, and soothing the ripples of their souls for those who are restless. It brings joy to children and baptism to flowers and plants.
Perhaps your mother taught you to do good deeds without leaving a name. So you always moisturize things silently, when we don't know. Talk secretly to the flowers and plants. Rain, rain, I'm here to get close to you too. I walked into your world and listened quietly to what you whispered to me. You said to me softly: "I ran down secretly. From the sky to the earth, it is such a long distance. Although I have been drifting alone, I never feel lonely. In the high sky, the birds fly with me. After that, I talked with him about the joy of flying freely.
When I reached the earth, I got to know the flowers. She told me to stand in the soil with that disdainful determination when falling into the stream. I drifted with the water, and since then, I am not the only one. If you hear the sound of "rustle...rustle", it is a happy laugh. "Listen to the rain, listen to its loneliness and satisfaction. I lay on the lawn, opened my arms, and felt the joy of the rain. Small raindrops gently caressed my face. The slightest hint of coolness made me feel extra calm. I closed my eyes and listened quietly. "Ding dong ding dong" This must be rain falling in the stream. "Tick tick tick" is the rain hitting the leaves. "Hua Hua Hua" This must be the rain falling mischievously on someone's roof.
I couldn’t help but raise the corners of my mouth. The rain is still falling happily. I never seem to know how tired I am. It bravely throws itself into the embrace of the earth, knowing that it will disappear, but it has no regrets. It is willing to dedicate itself to every living thing. It uses all of itself to baptize all things, and perhaps this is also its happiness. I asked it: "Is it worth it?" "It's worth it." In the sound of "swishing", I understood. Listen to the rain, its devotion and joy. The sycamore trees also drizzle, and at dusk, bit by bit... Excellent composition of listening 7
I love the sound of rain and love to listen to the song of rain. It hasn't rained for a long time, and I haven't heard the sound of rain for a long time. I look forward to rain every day. At night, when I lay down, the rain quietly came to this warm earth. Last night, it finally rained. I was so happy. I lay in bed and listened to the sound of rain. The rain last night was an autumn rain. Although it was not as hazy and thin as the spring rain or as surging as the summer rain, it was soft and small, just the right amount. It allowed me to hear your gentle voice and made my heart feel beautiful. Beautiful melody. Listening to the sound of rain, listening to the sound of rain hitting the sycamore leaves; listening to the sound of rain falling on the earth, I gradually forgot myself and entered the world of dreams. I dreamed of reaching the other side of success and tasting the taste of success.
I dream of traveling around the world, standing on a cruise ship looking up at the magnificent scenery of the Aegean Sea, standing on the Eiffel Tower to experience French culture, and embracing the world; I dream... The rain is still falling, and I am still listening.
Listening to the sound of rain, my whole body relaxes. Listening to your true meaning, you tell me, take your time, as soft as I am. Don’t worry about trivial things, which will affect your happiness. It’s only you. Dominate your happiness. If you say today's rain is melancholy, it is melancholy. You nourished my dry soul, washed away the distracting thoughts in my mind, washed away the depression in my heart, made me feel comfortable, and enabled me to face life with a positive outlook. The sound of rain is so wonderful, so pleasing to the eye and never tire of listening to it.
I love rain. The rain stretches the leaves, absorbs your milk, and makes the grass strong, allowing you to soak it. I wish I were the grass and leaves. I love the sound of rain. I will be your loyal friend and listen to your singing. Excellent Listening Composition 8
The vicissitudes of the past thousand years are like the waves piled up by oil paintings. Through the deep blue mountains, you can vaguely see a delicate figure.
I moved the boat closer, but unexpectedly the boat sailed deep into the lotus. But it's still close. Underneath the black hair is like a waterfall, she is dressed in pink. Which noble lady is sailing on a boat? She wanted to sail the boat to the lotus pod, but accidentally sailed the boat into the depths of the lotus leaves that touched the sky. She was not in a hurry, gently holding up the hem of her skirt with one hand, and playing with the green water with the other hand. I looked at her from the other side of the lotus leaf. Maybe it was because it was quiet around me, but I heard a sound of flapping wings. She raised her eyes slightly and saw a group of egrets flying in front of her. Pianpian brings a gust of wind. Then, what struck my ears was a beautiful female voice: "Fight for the crossing, fight for the crossing, startle a pool of gulls and herons."
It was dusk in the blink of an eye, and I gradually fell into the boundless black whirlpool.
Opening his eyes again, he found himself in a huge courtyard. She was wearing a long skirt, fluttering her huge sleeves, and drinking a touch of wine. She slowly moved her gaze in my direction before I had time to dodge. Fortunately, she can't see me. Following her gaze - it was the sparse and thin chrysanthemum outside her window, trembling in the cold wind. As I approached, the air was filled with the scent of Rui Nao from the golden beast. She withdrew her dull and affectionate eyes, waved her sleeves, drank wine and composed a poem: "There is no way to lose your soul. The west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers."
Don't ask about the glory and prosperity when you first enter, just look at your appearance. learned. The next time I saw her was in bad weather. The wind was very strong, and the fierce burst immediately turned into the sound of pattering rain; it turned into a tree of sycamores and a row of wild geese. She stood quietly at the window, waiting for something. She frowned, so pale: "This time, how can I be so sad!"
Darkness swallowed the whole world again.
I stared at the oil painting in front of me in trance. When we occasionally look back at the vicissitudes of thousands of years ago, we will see a woman who was warm and quiet, fresh and sad, and sentimental. She fell into an abyss with no boundaries, chewing her own desolation alone. The autumn wind swept the yellow leaves and circled them in the chaotic world, messing up the beauty god - Li Qingzhao. Excellent Listening Composition 9
The me in front of the sea is the most real me. I can open up and listen to my heart.
A lingering and sad song will fascinate me, and I will not get bored even if I listen to it hundreds of times, because it contains my story, my emotions, and my yearning; it can only be heard when Looking for it in the songs, you can only feel it in the sad and beautiful tunes, and pick up the happiness again. Life is like a lingering rain, very beautiful and confusing, but this beauty always carries a touch of sadness and dampness; the lingering drizzle is like sad tears, lingering with thoughts and feelings, Flow in the heart.
The sea under the setting sun makes me have endless aftertaste. I close my eyes and listen to the sound of the waves lapping on the rocks. Sometimes it is gentle, like a mother caressing her child, so kind; sometimes it is violent, as if There is infinite resentment in the heart that wants to be vented, which makes people feel a sense of fear. . . Where do these different voices come from? It is your heart, your heart will determine what you see, hear and think. Slowly calming down, the sea became silent. I slowly opened my eyes. The beauty in front of me left me speechless. The rays of the setting sun shine on the sea, making the sea sparkling. Several seagulls circle and chirp over the sea, as if they are also admiring the beautiful sea.
Walking on the beach, from time to time I would look back at the marks left by my own footprints on the beach, and I would slightly raise the corners of my mouth, feeling a burst of joy from nowhere, my mood was extremely happy, and my steps seemed more brisk. Suddenly, the waves crashed onto the beach, taking away my footprints and leaving behind a piece of sand that had been eroded by the sea. Walking over, bending down to pick up the sand, the cold feeling gradually flowed into my heart along the palm of my hand, and an inexplicable slight feeling also flowed in along with it.
The sea breeze came to my face without warning, kissed my cheek, and messed up my hair. I was messy in the wind. The softness of the sea breeze, the beauty of the sea breeze, the beauty of the sea breeze. . . Everything, at this moment, I feel it all, it is my heart that tells me all this, it is my heart that makes me feel all this, it is my heart that is listened quietly by the sea.
Facing the sea, spring flowers are blooming. Excellent Listening Composition 10
Do you like rain? Have you ever listened to the rain? After a rain, the rain washes away everything, and everything, whether in the city or in the countryside, becomes quieter. The air becomes fresher and the songs of the birds become more melodious.
In the morning, a rain came as expected, from small to heavy, from far to near. It refreshes people who have just opened their eyes, and wakes up people who are half asleep. The sound of every drop of rain falling on the ground is particularly clear: hitting the window sill is a click sound; falling in the pond is a beep sound; hitting the cement floor is a snap sound; and falling on the soil is a click sound. What was heard was a fleeting hissing sound. The flowers and plants trembled slightly in the rain, and the branches of the trees swayed up and down in the rain. A few leaves and petals fell, making those who cherish the beauty feel the fragility of life. Several pedestrians ran quickly with umbrellas on their heads, with worried looks on their faces, splashing mud all over themselves as they walked.
The rain is still falling, slowly and slowly, seemingly ignoring the flowers, grass and people on the roadside.
It is already midnight and the rain has not stopped. Some people will turn off the lights, lie on the bedside, and listen carefully to the sound of rain. It still grows from small to loud, from far to near, as if a series of pearls are scattered and knocked on the ground. The neighbors have all fallen asleep. One person puts on his headphones, and the sound of the guzheng slowly flows out. After listening, take off your headphones and listen to the rain's secret whisper in the middle of the night again. It is crisper and more rhythmic than the guzheng. Every note, every beat, and every sound it splashes on the soil can be heard in the sound of rain. This is the spark produced by the collision of nature. Listening to it, it's like being there, as if fine raindrops are sliding down your face. There are frogs and insects chirping in my ears. In the rain, the pond is revealing its deep love for the rain, and the fish are also holding up their silver tails in their sleep to feel the rain and dew. Everything is a gift from nature and a miraculous workmanship.
This rain may have started thousands of years ago, but it will always be so quiet. Listening to the rain and the numerous strings of the brocade are the marks of time and the spring flowers and autumn moon of life... …Excellent Composition on Listening 11
No matter whether the rain is pattering or pouring; whether it is a rumbling thunderstorm, or a continuous drizzle, spring rain, plum rain, rapid rain, autumn rain... …It always nourishes all things in an eclectic way and brings infinite vitality to all living things.
In the rain, you can reminisce about the past and remember people, or you can take a walk alone; you can also truly appreciate the magic of the Creator; of course, sometimes you can also drink two bowls of sweet and spicy ginger soup after being drenched like a drowned rat. , savor the tiredness that comes after all the hardships, relax and feel the warmth and comfort.
I like the tenderness of the spring rain best. When it falls from the sky, the whole world becomes smart and transparent. He seemed to have wiped out all the hustle and bustle in the world, leaving only the patter of rain, and the sound of all things nourishing and growing...
Spring rain is the symphony of life. The spring rain falls on the grass, and the grass thanks her with the sound of its efforts to grow; the spring rain falls on the bananas, and the tender sound of rain is close to the heart; the spring rain falls on the roof tiles, and the rain with an ancient charm, knocks Create a unique flavor. It is the spring rain that carries the holy light, and it is the earth that wakes up from its deep sleep. When all the hardness is intertwined, it is like a smart and beautiful symphony, which is its love for heaven and earth...
Spring rain is also tender.
She once experienced the Yueyang Tower, which worried about the world; she once kissed the West Lake, which was both real and illusory; she once touched the quiet Jiangnan alleys... She loved the romantic Li Bai; she loved the open-minded Su Dongpo; she loved the great historical man Mao Zedong ...The rain in ancient times has fallen silently, but today's rain has wetted that memory. listen! That passionate spring rain! !
Calm down, open the windows of your heart, and listen to the sob-like, beautiful sound of rain that is like a song.
Rain needs to be listened to with heart, to listen to its unique heart song! To listen to her murmurs! !
Wake up from a dream and listen to the sound of rain, which plays the strings in your and my heart back and forth... Excellent composition of listening 12
The four seasons reincarnate, and youth has no regrets.
——Inscription
Youth is spring, that romantic season like flowers. We are the buds that have just sprouted. In the rain and dew of knowledge, in the sunshine of encouragement, and in the soil of teaching, we thrive and long to grow. Enjoy the infinite beauty that time has brought to us. Full of hope for the future, we bloom in this gentle and overflowing season.
Youth is summer, that season as hot as the scorching sun. We hold the heart of striving for our dreams, run hard despite the blazing sunshine, and take solid steps to surpass our dreams. Youth is capital, enough for you to struggle and enough for you to go crazy. We are passionate about our ideals and work hard in this sweaty season.
Youth is autumn, that season that is as delicious as melons and fruits. Youth hides countless surprises and gains. The overflowing smile after solving a math problem; the proud mood after the teacher's praise; the firm eyes after the parents' praise are the best rewards that youth gives us. We who work hard towards our dreams smile selflessly in this season of harvest joy.
Youth is winter, that hazy season like snow. Youth is not always smooth sailing. At this ignorant age, our hearts are full of unknowns and imaginations about the world. When we unveiled the world bit by bit, we would hesitate, wander, and shed tears. Unsatisfactory exams, parents’ accusations, and teachers’ disappointment filled our eyes, and we hesitated time and time again. footsteps. But there is a colorful power hidden in the snow-covered earth, which is waiting for more beautiful colors to bloom.
The seasons keep reincarnating and time keeps passing. No one will stop because of our youth. All we can do is to freeze the inner picture forever, so that we won’t sigh with sadness when we recall it many years later.
My youth is full of hard work, and my youth will never regret. Excellent Listening Composition 13
A calm heart has the comfort of love, and a beautiful person has spiritual care. There are all kinds of sounds in the world, and listening is a virtue, a courtesy, and a kind of love. The road is not wide, broad, or beautiful. People are not delicate, not dry, and not discouraged. There are times when a peaceful heart is relaxed, and there are times when a troubled life is peaceful. Sometimes, it feels empty; sometimes, it feels silent; sometimes, it feels boring... Do we need a voice to get rid of the boredom?
I like to listen to the raindrops, listening to the rain-stained earth; I like to listen to the raindrops, listening to the cry of the sky; I like to listen to the raindrops, listening to the sadness of the north wind... The raindrops seem to be telling, telling A different tragic story. When it rains, the sky is always dark, just like the bitter mood. In the city under the rain, the air is always so fresh. Take a breath, refreshing and surrounded by fragrance. After the rain, the world springs up like bamboo shoots, reborn like a baby, vigorous and full of vitality like the sun. It's like, just like the mind full of dirt is washed away by the rain...
"Tick-tock, tick-tock" is like playing a moving rondo, which is like silk in the ears. This is the sound of nature, this is the music of nature, nature uses its magical hands to caress the strings, and the songs slowly, slowly, wash away the fake and ugly things in the world...
Whenever I sit in the classroom, my eyes drift out of the window unknowingly, watching the silver needle-like raindrops flying in the air, and my heart always trembles. So beautiful! The transparent liquid fell on the ground, and the drizzle fell on the world. The songs were so moving, and I was silent in the sound of rain...
Raindrops are the season of umbrellas , when the colorful umbrellas bloom like flowers under the flying rain, like speechless pale flowers.
We hurried on the road under the rain, no longer so leisurely chatting, no longer so impetuous and passive, the rain fell at our feet, melting into the earth, melting into fertile soil, melting into air... Excellent composition of listening 14
When you walk into nature, everything seems so wonderful and full of vitality. All kinds of flowers and plants make nature so beautiful. However, while feeling the beautiful scenery of nature, we also seem to hear the beautiful and long sounds of nature. Let's go into nature and listen to the sounds of nature.
In the early morning, the dewdrops on the leaves and grass were sleeping. I saw everything was so peaceful and beautiful. I suddenly wanted to go to the forest. I walked briskly to the forest. I was afraid of killing the birds. The insects were all awakened, so they were cautious when entering. After entering, I discovered that most of the insects were awake. A gust of wind passed by, the leaves rustled, and some birds were chatting on the branches. Some were singing. This silent forest suddenly became lively because of the birds. When they sang, in order to show off their singing voices, they played loudly and woke up the flowers and plants. They only heard them yawn, and the dewdrops fell from their bodies, making a "drop" sound - —What a peaceful and harmonious sound.
Suddenly the whole forest was the opposite of what it was at the beginning, like water boiling in a pot, like entering the climax of the article.
The various sounds of "chirp", "chirp", "tick", "rustle" and "whistle" are mixed together, like a symphony orchestra playing. Many birds are here, singing and calling. This is the most common sound, and it is also the most special sound. It is the most beautiful sound, and it is also the most beautiful sound. It is the natural sound of nature. !
Gradually, the east began to turn white, and all sounds suddenly stopped, returning to the original silence, and there was also the sound of sunlight shining into the forest.
In this most wonderful moment, I heard the most beautiful sound, the most harmonious sound, the most peaceful sound, the most simple sound, and the most unique sound in the world. I am very happy, excited and excited. Excellent Listening Composition 15
The rain is like a curtain of dreams and a hint of melancholy. It expresses so much confusion. This rain has been falling for several weeks without stopping. I can say that these are the tears of God. ?
One leaf, one sound, the air drips into the sky. When the dark clouds cover the last trace of sunshine and rain, this magical species visits the world. The wind mixed with the rain stars fell continuously, like smoke, like fog, like dust, like bead curtains. Gradually, the rain turned into small soybeans. In an instant, the rain was like the water of the Yellow River coming from the horizon, like a stormy wave, like a rough wave, falling to the ground, splashing white flowers, like a A heavenly soldier jumped down and hit the glass window with a loud bang, as if pouring out all its displeasure.
I like rain, not only because it is beautiful and arrogant, but also because it can understand my thoughts.
The air that has been exposed to the rain, the tired heart, and the wasted years of wind and rain, the childhood in my memory has slowly melted away. The rain is so beautiful that it makes people cry, as if it is telling me not to be so stubborn, but I I would rather laugh and cry than say a word of regret. It takes several passes by each other in exchange for an acquaintance. Cold air, wet red eyes full of melancholy, listening silently, the heavy rain outside the window keeps falling, listening to the sound of rain, my heart is quiet, but there is a touch of sadness in the quiet. When you want to run in the rain, the pain that passes through your skin reaches the depths of your soul, but you don’t know if it’s the rain or the tears that blur your eyes. The little man in the room is interpreting Yu's mood with words.
The rain is like this, with thousands of threads, curling like smoke from cooking stoves, misty and illusory, stretching between the sky and the earth, and the smooth rhymes make the rain happy all the way.
Looking at the changes in the world, maybe we should fall in love with the rain and exile our warm hearts. Open the curtain of rain, and then, in the misty rain, when the flowers are fragrant...