I remember my mother took me to the seaside for a holiday this summer. In the silent night, I heard a rumbling sound. At first I thought it was thunder, but when I listened carefully, it turned out to be the sound of the waves.
In the morning, the sound of rough waves woke me up. I put on my swimming ring and rushed into the sea. Waves of waves beat me, and I floated freely on the sea, as if I were integrated with the sea. At noon, the sea is calm, only a thin wind. In the evening, the waves are rough and the sound is like thunder. Listening to the different sounds of the waves makes me feel comfortable.
The sound of the waves is always my favorite sound.
2. Write an imaginary composition according to the sound of the waves.
Strolling on the streets by the sea is often because of bad mood, depressed heart and messy thoughts. Maybe I have an ostrich-like lifestyle, so when I encounter troubles, I will only toss myself like this.
When I am depressed, I like to wander slowly along the coastline alone, smelling the faint salty taste, blowing the sea breeze, watching the people coming and going by the sea and listening to the sound of the waves at night ... At this time, I will leave those trivial things behind and ignore them, and my mood will gradually get better.
Looking out of the column, I took a few deep breaths, and the breath was filled with light salty air. The distance of the sea is dark, and the sky and the sea are connected, so it is impossible to tell which is the sea and which is the sky. Rows of ships moored at the seaside are a different kind of scenery, especially the lights on the ships, which flicker one after another like countless fireflies hovering in the air.
What makes me feel suddenly enlightened is the group of fitness dance teams that should be organized spontaneously on the seaside street. I envy them very much. They danced so recklessly that they got carried away. It seems that only they exist between heaven and earth. ...
Whenever I pass by here, I can't help but stop my lazy steps, or sit on a stone bench or stand by and watch the bar and sincerely enjoy their creative disco dance.
Surprisingly, it was an old man who led the dance. The first time I saw so many of them dancing together and their neat and consistent movements, I guessed that one of them should lead the dance. Out of curiosity, I looked around and found that it was an old man standing among them, which surprised me. At first, I couldn't even believe that the old man was the leader of the dance, but after careful investigation, I found that everything the old man did was different, so I had to believe it again.
Listening to the uncles and aunts around me, what surprised me even more was that the old man was over eighty this year. People in their eighties can still dance so smartly, so freely, gently shaking, swaying slightly, moving like running water, but at one go, skilled, relaxed and comfortable.
Perhaps because of the frequent dancing, the old man's figure is well maintained, and he looks so fit in a white vest. Looking at the past, you can vaguely see the bumps on his arm, and you can see the muscles that you can touch. Such a figure, in modern terms, should belong to the "devil figure" and should be "worse" than some young people now.
His students used to be all women, a large group, old and young. It seems that this old man is really charming. With so many female classmates dancing with him, will he be complacent?
A closer look shows that their dancing movements are actually quite simple, but they dance with relish and enjoy themselves. You can even ignore some surprised eyes and forget them. Life is like this, what else can a husband ask for?
I often stay there for a long time, silently enjoying their graceful or clumsy dances. Disco music is really exciting So, sometimes I will follow those familiar rhythms and involuntarily twist my stiff waist. Sitting in the office for a long time has made my waist stiff. Wriggle awkwardly, feeling that the waist is not as flexible as the old man. Think about it carefully, this sentence is really a wise saying.
For a moment, I had an impulse to join their team and dance wildly with them. But in the end, I became a bystander.
I have to admit that life seems a little numb to me, and there is nothing left. Even my favorite activity before-dancing, at this moment, I am no longer interested.
What made me absent? Numb? Worried too much? Too many ties? Or are you getting lazy? Become stupid? They can live so freely. Why am I so tired? So restrained? So I can't help it? So, it backfired? I even wonder if life just likes to play jokes on me. The more I want to live simply, the less it prevents me from living simply.
Alas ... I sighed lightly, shook my head and turned around. Leave.
Suddenly, loneliness followed. Lonely and lingering.
Along the swaying coastline, I continued to walk lazily and aimlessly, but it seemed to be deliberately moving in a certain direction.
However, the further you go, the more confused you are. That shadow has been entrenched in my mind, as lonely as it is, as lonely as it is lingering.
After that, I stopped moving forward and lay on the guardrail feebly. I know I'm scared. ...
I stared at the waves under the guardrail, swept in again and again, and patted them on the rocks. Although very gentle, it can also splash a little water. Listening to the "crash" of the waves reminds me of "I heard the sound of the waves and stood in the center of the city …" I sneered: I also heard the sound of the waves, but I stood on the edge of the city …
Is that "crash" a sigh of the sea? I don't know.
All I know is that I heard the waves. ...
3. The sound of the sea The sound of the sea rose in the early tide, and the dark green sea rolled up huge waves as high as the city wall. Fighting is like a horde, running towards the enemy.
When they came to the shore, they kept stirring up a thunderous "bang". Waves ride the wind, flying like rows of egrets flapping their wings; Like a runaway horse; They rushed to the coast like countless roaring dragons, splashing water waves more than one meter high, bursting out thousands of glittering and translucent splashes and making rustling sounds, as if thousands of musicians were playing.
At noon, the sea was as violent as the devil, stirring up bubbles and losing its rhythm. The waves washed up on the coast and made a huge roar. In an instant, they crashed into pieces on the stone embankment and fell with a "wow" like wild children.
The waves rose and fell, only a little steadily, and then regained their strength. With a bang, they unexpectedly jumped on the stone embankment, but they were still defeated and had to retreat slowly. The waves rattled and adhered to the seaweed that was blown ashore by the wind.
Rolling waves constantly pounce on the embankment, painfully around the * * *, from time to time a few roars, countless water droplets "crack" on the road. In the evening, the sea becomes quiet, and only a buzzing sound can be heard, like the sea yawning.
From a distance, it is endless, but sometimes it whispers under your feet. The wind is much smaller than in the morning, and the fierce sea has calmed down, singing softly: sasha vujacic ... sasha vujacic ... At night, there is no wind or waves on the sea, and the sea is like a big blue glass, lying flat there ... until the wild child gradually falls asleep. ...
4. Write an imaginary composition according to the wind, the sound of running water and the sound of waves. Rain is indispensable in summer, and it is a thunderstorm. The biggest feature of thunderstorm is that it will be gone in a short time. After the rain, the rainbow hung in the sky. What a beautiful scenery!
The sky before the thunderstorm was overcast and suddenly became dark. "Swish" lightning suddenly turned the world into white. At this time, everything with color becomes white. The thunder before the thunderstorm "rumbles" and can shock people. The wind before the thunderstorm is very strong, which can blow down trees and make it difficult for pedestrians to walk. In that weather, many plastic bags will fly into the sky, which is really terrible.
The thunderstorm started, and it was so urgent from the beginning, and it became more and more urgent. Even thunder, wind and lightning came, as if to say, "Brother Yu, let's help you." Then there was a strong wind, lightning and thunder. They really had a good time.
Look below, it's more lively! Many people have to hide under the eaves without umbrellas. They seem to be saying, "What the hell is this weather? Get off the bus without saying hello. "
The wind got angry and said, "Brothers, people are numb to us. I will give them some color to see see. " They went up and down, blowing here and there, and all of them were wet, like a drowned rat.
Thunderstorms are getting smaller and smaller, from bean-sized raindrops to violent storms to thin raindrops. It's a false alarm. The sky has turned blue and white clouds are fluttering. Really beautiful!
Breathe fresh air, yeah! How novel! My mood has also changed.
5. Composition describing the sound of waves in 400 words. Don't describe the scenery, only the sound. Tonight, I wandered by the sea again.
Strolling on the streets by the sea is often because of bad mood, depressed heart and messy thoughts. Maybe I have an ostrich-like lifestyle, so when I encounter troubles, I will only toss myself like this.
When I am depressed, I like to wander slowly along the coastline alone, smelling the faint salty taste, blowing the sea breeze, watching the people coming and going by the sea and listening to the sound of the waves at night ... At this time, I will leave those trivial things behind and ignore them, and my mood will gradually get better.
Looking out of the column, I took a few deep breaths, and the breath was filled with light salty air. The distance of the sea is dark, and the sky and the sea are connected, so it is impossible to tell which is the sea and which is the sky. Rows of ships moored at the seaside are a different kind of scenery, especially the lights on the ships, which flicker one after another like countless fireflies hovering in the air.
What makes me feel suddenly enlightened is the group of fitness dance teams that should be organized spontaneously on the seaside street. I envy them very much. They danced so recklessly that they got carried away. It seems that only they exist between heaven and earth. ...
Whenever I pass by here, I can't help but stop my lazy steps, or sit on a stone bench or stand by and watch the bar and sincerely enjoy their creative disco dance.
Surprisingly, it was an old man who led the dance. The first time I saw so many of them dancing together and their neat and consistent movements, I guessed that one of them should lead the dance. Out of curiosity, I looked around and found that it was an old man standing among them, which surprised me. At first, I couldn't even believe that the old man was the leader of the dance, but after careful investigation, I found that everything the old man did was different, so I had to believe it again.
Listening to the uncles and aunts around me, what surprised me even more was that the old man was over eighty this year. People in their eighties can still dance so smartly, so freely, gently shaking, swaying slightly, moving like running water, but at one go, skilled, relaxed and comfortable.
Perhaps because of the frequent dancing, the old man's figure is well maintained, and he looks so fit in a white vest. Looking at the past, you can vaguely see the bumps on his arm, and you can see the muscles that you can touch. Such a figure, in modern terms, should belong to the "devil figure" and should be "worse" than some young people now.
His students used to be all women, a large group, old and young. It seems that this old man is really charming. With so many female classmates dancing with him, will he be complacent?
A closer look shows that their dancing movements are actually quite simple, but they dance with relish and enjoy themselves. You can even ignore some surprised eyes and forget them. Life is like this, what else can a husband ask for?
I often stay there for a long time, silently enjoying their graceful or clumsy dances. Disco music is really exciting So, sometimes I will follow those familiar rhythms and involuntarily twist my stiff waist. Sitting in the office for a long time has made my waist stiff. Writhing awkwardly, I feel that my waist is not as flexible as the old man. Think about it, the sentence "life lies in exercise" is really a famous saying.
For a moment, I had an impulse to join their team and dance wildly with them. But in the end, I became a bystander.
I have to admit that life seems a little numb to me, and there is nothing left. Even my favorite activity before-dancing, at this moment, I am no longer interested.
What made me absent? Numb? Worried too much? Too many ties? Or are you getting lazy? Become stupid? They can live so freely. Why am I so tired? So restrained? So I can't help it? So, it backfired? I even wonder if life just likes to play jokes on me. The more I want to live simply, the less it prevents me from living simply.
Alas ... I sighed lightly, shook my head and turned around. Leave.
Suddenly, loneliness followed. Lonely and lingering.
Along the swaying coastline, I continued to walk lazily and aimlessly, but it seemed to be deliberately moving in a certain direction.
However, the further you go, the more confused you are. That shadow has been entrenched in my mind, as lonely as it is, as lonely as it is lingering.
After that, I stopped moving forward and lay on the guardrail feebly. I know I'm scared. ...
I stared at the waves under the guardrail, swept in again and again, and patted them on the rocks. Although very gentle, it can also splash a little water. Listening to the "crash" of the waves reminds me of Huang Pinyuan's The Waves. "I heard the sound of the waves and stood in the center of the city …" I sneered: I also heard the sound of the waves, but I stood on the edge of the city …
Is that "crash" a sigh of the sea? I don't know.
All I know is that I heard the waves. ...
6. The sounds of the four seasons are very strange. If you listen carefully, you can also hear the sound of dragonflies flying, the sound of flowers blooming, and the sound of various plants growing and jointing. Spring is coming, birds are chirping in the branches; Small streams "spouted"; The waterfall flew down from the cliff and hit the rock to make a "rushing" sound; Bees "buzz" and collect honey from flowers; The little frog croaked in the pond, as if to say, "Spring has finally come, I have been waiting for a long time!" " "Summer is here, and all the flowers are in full bloom. The cicada crows in the branches, as if to say, "It's summer, it's so hot! The children rowed and swam in the water, making a splash and laughing. On rainy days, thunder rumbles and raindrops rattle on the windows. Autumn is coming, and crickets are chirping on the grass. Leaves fall from the tree and make a "click" sound; The farmer's uncle smiled happily at the harvested fruit and said, "Great! You can get a good price. "In winter, you can hear the roar of the north wind everywhere, the snow falls and rustles, and people's feet squeak on the snow. There are still many beautiful voices in the world waiting for us to discover. As long as you listen attentively, you will know how rich and wonderful the voice of our world is.
7. Before listening to the sound of conch, I lent it to a child. Yesterday, my friend returned the conch to me. I showed it to the children in my class. A child put the hollow part of the conch to his ear to listen. She said, "I heard the sound of the sea."
I listened, and sure enough, there was the sound of the sea. Someone listened and said, "This is the sound of the wind blowing the waves in the middle of the night."
Their imaginations are really rich. Another child nearby said, "Your conch may have been in the sea before and recorded the sound of the sea."
Today, I asked my father, "Why does the conch have the sound of the sea?" Dad said: "Scientifically speaking, it is not the sound of the sea, but the sound made by the air flowing inside." Dad also said, "Your imagination is good. You can write down what the child said. It's a good diary, so I wrote this diary.
During the summer vacation, I visited the Oriental Hawaii-Green Bay.
The garage is on the road, and I already smell the sea. After listening to the tour guide's explanation, I can't wait to see the true face of Lushan Mountain in Green Bay.
Facing the salty sea breeze, I got off with great expectation. At first glance, huh? Is this the sea? Why do I feel like a crystal? Shouldn't the sea be rough? Why is the sea so calm? Approaching earlier, I found that the Green Bay was deep blue. The shallower the sea, the lighter the color, and it turns blue on the beach. I approached and saw the waves.
The waves here are a white line, sweeping across the sea, finally climbing up the beach, and then reluctantly retreating, leaving only some bubbles. The closer to the sea, the finer and softer the sand is.
I trudged on such sand and finally reached the place where the waves could reach. The waves can't wait to say hello to me. "Wow-"got my pants wet.
The sand here is a little close to white in the sun, but it is golden yellow when you look closely. I was looking at the beach with rapt attention when another wave came in. No, it should be turned over and bubbling like boiling water.
There are several green hills where the sea meets the sky. They are located on the calm sea, which reminds me of the poem "A green snail is in a silver plate". The sound of the sea here is particularly beautiful: like church bells, melodious and deep; It is also like a chorus of ten thousand people, with extraordinary momentum.
The sound of the sea and waves washed away my troubles in waves. Enjoying the sea breeze, enjoying the waves, stepping on the beach and listening to the sound of the sea, I couldn't help but write "Facing the sea, spring blossoms" on the beach.
A wave swallowed my words, so this is my gift. How I want to watch the sunset on the sea, but time waits for no one. I'm going home. I thought, the sunset in Green Bay should not be worse than the sunset between the old man and the sea, right? .
9. Write an imaginary composition of 300 words with the sound of birds, running water, cheers and waves. The sounds of the four seasons are very strange. If you listen carefully, you can also hear the sound of dragonflies flying, the sound of flowers blooming, and the sound of various plants growing and jointing.
Spring is coming, birds are chirping in the branches; Small streams "spouted"; The waterfall flew down from the cliff and hit the rock to make a "rushing" sound; Bees "buzz" and collect honey from flowers; The little frog croaked in the pond, as if to say, "Spring has finally come, I have been waiting for a long time!" " "Summer is here, and all the flowers are in full bloom. The cicada crows in the branches, as if to say, "It's summer, it's so hot! "The children rowed and swam in the water, making a splash and laughing. On rainy days, thunder rumbled and raindrops pattered on the windows.
Autumn is coming, and crickets are "tooting" in the grass; Leaves fall from the tree and make a "click" sound; The farmer's uncle smiled happily at the harvested fruit and said, "Great! You can sell it at a good price. " In winter, you can hear the roar of the north wind everywhere, the snow falls and rustles, and people's feet squeak on the snow.
There are many beautiful voices in the world, waiting for us to discover. As long as you listen attentively, you will know how rich and wonderful the voice of our world is.