I believe that everyone will inevitably come into contact with the composition, especially the narrative which occupies an important position. The narrative is an article that tells the development process of a fact and an event exactly, so that readers can clearly understand the fact or event. Then the question is coming, how should the narrative be written? The following is the voice narrative that touches my heart. Welcome to read and collect it. Voice narrative that touches my heart 1
In the past, my home was in a small village far away from the big city, and a large area of farmland was reserved in the village, not only with vegetables, but also with lush seedlings, so the air was fresh.
In the early morning, birds are chirping happily, reminding people that a new day has begun. People began a day's work, digging and weeding in the fields and sowing the seeds of hope. The strong voice of "Hey Yo, Hey Yo" echoed in every corner of the village, which made people feel full of passion and hope in life.
At noon, cicadas are the happiest. Children often go up the tree to catch cicadas and go home. After scratching them in the stomach a few times, cicadas will keep barking, just like a ticklish little person.
In the evening, after finishing their homework, the children get together to play, play games and fight, and there are cheerful laughter everywhere. Evening is also a time for people who have worked hard all day to chat after dinner. People always take out their own chairs, sit together and gossip. Crickets and frogs can't stand loneliness, as if they were participating in a conversation and fighting songs with each other. When all the lights on the path went out, the voices of people chatting gradually stopped, and people gradually fell asleep with the lullabies of small animals.
Later, we moved to a big city. Although it was convenient to go to school, I didn't like the noise of the city at all. In the morning, there is no bird's cry, only the car's whistle, which is sharp and harsh; There are no green farmland in front of us, but high-rise buildings are blocking our sight. There are only car exhaust on the road, and the foggy sky is everywhere. The smog surrounds us all the time, infringing on our health.
how I miss the lively but quiet countryside, full of cheerful voices. I often dream that a large number of cars have driven into the beautiful and peaceful countryside, green farmland has been destroyed, industrial factories have been built, exhaust gas is lingering over the village, and the whole village has no sound of nature, only cars and machines roar like big cities. This is a nightmare, and I don't want that day. The voice narrative that touches my heart 2
It is raining outside the window. It's rainy these days, and the humidity in the house can't help but make people feel upset. I face the computer screen that emits dazzling white light in front of me, and in some dark rooms, I am nervous about my composition.
dadada. My fingers beat on the table, hoping that something would pop into my mind and become the subject of my writing. However, this beating can only add to my anxiety.
the car passed through the wet ground outside the window and made a rubbing sound. The voice seemed to get into the room with moisture. The car is approaching from far away, and the sound is approaching from far away, just like surrounding the ear, and you can feel the car approaching. As the car goes away again, the wet sound slowly fades away and finally disappears. Everything is calm again. In a short time, another wave of vehicles came, and the sound was again from far to near, from near to far. Before a car drove by, there were several cars scrambling to come behind. The sound was like a tidal surge, wave after wave, getting louder and louder, but it soon calmed down for the next wave.
listen quietly. When the voice was completely calm, it felt like my heart had calmed down again after waves. After calm again and again, my irritability seems to have been washed away, and my mood has gradually calmed down. Many things gradually emerged in my mind, and a clue to writing gradually became clear.
when the text on my screen has filled the whole page, I began to listen carefully to the voice that made me relax. Different cars actually make different sounds. Look at that minicooper. It sounds very quiet when it passes, like the accompaniment of light music. Although it is not noticeable, it is "fresh". The bus passed by, and some heavy bodies passed by, not only accompanied by the sound of friction with the ground, but also the ground shook slightly, like a muffled thunder exploding gently. Some bus drivers who are impatient drive faster, and the sound of the exhaust pipe jet is mixed with the roar of the engine when stepping on the gas pedal. These accompaniments make the peace when you are far away more peaceful. The tires of the car are stained with water and blend with the remaining water droplets on the ground. When you hit a puddle, the tire will burst into a circle of water spray, and the sound of water spray landing is also very beautiful.
occasionally, a loud friction is the best, and occasionally, thousands of troops compete to play. That voice with moisture, like a pot of water, slowly brought my body and mind into peace.
actually, listen carefully outside the window, and there are some voices that purify the soul. The beauty of sound does not depend on its volume, its fame, but on its different spiritual shock to everyone. A voice that touches my heart Narrative 3
There is a voice in the depths of my memory-my mother's exhortation.
Mom, what a familiar and warm word! Whenever we mention mother, we will talk about her good and bad. Mother's nagging, mother's discipline, some people will think that mother's exhortation is very annoying, but I think mother's exhortation is the most beautiful voice in the world, and the sound is beautiful.
ding-ding-ding ... every morning, accompanied by the alarm clock, I will still hide in the warm bed and continue my dream. Whenever this happens, my mother will come into my room and tell me to get up and get dressed. When I was at school, I was told to watch the car on the road, to wear more clothes when it is cold outside, to eat more at noon, to listen carefully in class, not to make trouble for the teacher, to pay attention to safety when I come home from school and so on. For others, it may sound annoying and long-winded, but in my opinion, my mother's voice seems to be the most beautiful song, the most beautiful voice, with the most beautiful melody and beautiful voice.
"Ha ha ..." Did you hear that? This is my mother's laughter. Mom's laughter is always full of happiness, satisfaction and happiness. My mother is never afraid of hard work. She likes the warm and happy feeling at home. Mother never haggles over trifles. No matter how hard it is, my mother will face life and difficulties with a smile, because my mother believes that there will be a rainbow after the storm. Mom's laughter is very loud, making others feel happy. Mom's laughter, like a happy waltz, is moving. My mother always reminds me to learn to be happy and to face all difficulties and setbacks with a smile.
"Every time, it's ..." Did you hear that? This is my mother's beautiful song, which is a song with philosophy. Whenever my mother sings this song, I will sit by and listen to my mother telling me the way it contains. Mother likes music and always revels in it. My mother's songs are beautiful, and she tells me the truth of being a man in music.
there are many voices, and the voices never stop.
there is a sound in my memory, the mother's exhortation. There are many voices in life, but my mother's urging makes me unforgettable. She reminds me of my life path, tells me to be happy, and tells me that ... her voice is beautiful. The voice narrative that touches my heart 4
I haven't been home for a long time. I miss the people in my hometown, the trees in my hometown, and the gurgling sound of the river that fascinates me.
The car is running fast, and my light heart, like a wisp of smoke, floats out of the window and flies towards the shady river. Looking at my dull appearance, my mother gave me a gentle push before she lifted me back from the river. I said, "I saw this river and thought of the river in my hometown." Mom said, "Forget it, go and see for yourself when you get home!" " Put down my schoolbag, put down my fatigue, and I ran to the river. Xiaohe, I'm back.
The first thing that catches your eye are rows of tall Metasequoia glyptostroboides, which seem to be the guards guarding the river and protecting it from the noise of the world. A little closer, I heard the gurgling sound of running water, clear and beautiful, like a master musician playing a moving song, and everything in the world was infected by this sound, listening to the sound of nature quietly; Like a newborn baby babbling, this voice is the most primitive and pure, and it can touch people's hearts most. When you get closer, you will see that the river is crystal clear, the water plants are abundant, and the fish are playing. Pick up a piece of gravel, throw it out, jump happily on the water, once or twice ... Simply take off your coat and jump into the water, without knowing whether the temperature of the water is appropriate, only feel that your body is suddenly refreshed, swim back and forth three or four times in the water, wash away the dust, fatigue and all the unpleasantness in school. Walking out of the river, lying on the grass on the shore, let the wind mixed with algae smell blow your chest and blow away all the water. Taking the earth as a seat, white clouds as a quilt, coming and going with the sunrise and returning with the sunset, how can the noisy world on weekdays be compared with such a quiet life?
Nowadays, people are used to the shouts in the street, the sounds of various advertisements on TV and the sounds of various pop music. A few people are willing to travel across mountains and rivers to listen to the low-pitched and hoarse sound of running water and taste the original and natural sound. Under the impact of modern civilization, people have to make all kinds of efforts for their own survival, even at the expense of their whole youth to seek knowledge and earn money, and the social competition is becoming more and more fierce. How many people keep their hearts here in such a safe haven for the soul? May every beating soul have its own safe haven. I love the sound of running water in my hometown alone, guiding me to my soul's seclusion. Voice narrative that touches my heart 5
If life can last forever, who doesn't want to have it forever, and if tragedy can leave, who doesn't want to live well ... —— Inscription
A magnitude 7.8 earthquake occurred in Wenchuan County.
At that moment, the lovely smiling face of the child, the gentle smile of the wife, the emotional lecture of the teacher, and the kind eyes of the grandmother ... all the beautiful things were reduced to ashes with a loud noise. Over the whole Wenchuan, there is the voice of children calling for their mothers, teachers calling for their students anxiously, and wives calling for their husbands with tears in their eyes ...
Although I am lucky to live in another relatively safe place and didn't visit the disaster area in person, I still feel the depth of the disaster and the pain of my heart through the tragic pictures and the increasing number of deaths every day!
In the misty eyes, I seem to hear my mother saying to her child-
Sorry, son, please forgive my mother for leaving you alone in this strange world! In fact, I want to tell you how much my mother can't bear you! I still remember mother's day that day, I smiled at the back of you who left happily after sending carnations, and silently read in my heart: My child is old! Yes, son, when you grow up, you should learn to be strong even if your mother goes to that place called heaven. How I want to hug you again, my dear child! Mom loves you, no matter this life or the next, mom will always love you.
I'm really sorry, son. Please forgive your mother. You know how sad your tears make me! In the misty eyes, I seem to hear the students say to the teacher again-
Sorry, teacher, please forgive me for never appearing in your class again! How I want to tell you, teacher, how much I hate you! I still remember the day you praised me for my good composition. You don't know, teacher, how happy I was at that time, but with a loud noise, my eyes were dark ... Don't cry, teacher. Although I have gone to that cold world, my heart is still in this warm world. Teacher, if there is an afterlife, I want to be your student in the next life!
I'm really sorry, teacher. Please forgive me. You know how sad your tears make me!
In the misty eyes, I seem to hear my husband saying to his wife again-
Dear, please forgive me for leaving you here alone! How I want to tell you, dear, how much I hate you! Remember that day, when I put the ring on your ring finger, when the priest declared us husband and wife, you know? That was the happiest day of my life! Dear, don't cry for me. I'm gone, and I've gone a long way, but I can't take you with me, even though we swore to be together. Believe me, I love you and love you forever! Not ten thousand years, not a lifetime, but forever ...
Dear, I'm really sorry, please forgive me, you know how sad your tears make me!
children, teachers and lovers, please don't cry, don't cry! You should know that your tears not only touched my heart, but also touched the hearts of everyone in China! The voice narrative that touches my heart 6
There are many voices ringing in the campus, and the bell is ringing after class, which is pleasant to hear; There is a loud book sound, nervous and orderly; There are frolicking voices, relaxed and happy ... Among them, the voice that most touches my heart is the voice of Teacher Tao criticizing us.
At the beginning of school, Miss Tao gave us a very gentle impression. She was small and seemed very easy to talk to.
But after a week, Mr. Tao's image in our hearts was reversed.
Morning is used for reading early, and it is also a good opportunity for students to make up their homework. Some students who are forgetful and careless will always have some homework left in school, so they study early to make up their homework.
On that day, several students were burying their heads in their homework. Suddenly, Mr. Tao came in. When he saw this scene, his eyebrows frowned and shouted, "Didn't you say that morning is for early reading?" It's outrageous that you have come to make up your homework. Fortunately, I saw it, otherwise the class will be deducted again. Stand up. "
Several students who were making up their homework stood up slowly, all blushing and bowing their heads, afraid to look up. At this time, Mr. Tao still kept criticizing them, and the voice was powerful, like a whip whipping the students, which made those students feel ashamed.
Mr. Tao is an English teacher, and English is naturally backrest. But I hate this annoying recitation very much, because I memorized many words and sentence patterns, and it didn't work. I still tested reading comprehension and those commonly used words in the exam, so my dictation can be described as flying all over the sky.
The next section is physical education class. I'm eagerly waiting for the bell to ring so that I can rush downstairs.
Suddenly, I saw Mr. Tao "kill" into the classroom, with a dictation book in his hand, and came up to me angrily. I knew I was finished again. Sure enough, with a bang, Mr. Tao slapped the dictation book on my desk, glared at me severely, patted my head lightly and said, "Look at your dictation, and then look at other people's dictation. Why is the gap so big?" Don't go to physical education class in the next class, stay and correct the dictation. " I don't care on the surface, but my heart is full of arrogance. "Well, why are you so disappointing? It's really white for parents and teachers to worry about. " This can be