How to write a composition with your favorite voice?

1. How to write my favorite voice? There are many wonderful sounds in the world, such as the chirping of birds on the treetops, the squeaking of mice, the beeping of car horns, the national anthem when the national flag is flying, and the running of classmates on the playground ... These sounds make me never tire of listening.

I like listening to the magnificent national anthem best. Because, whenever the national anthem rings, my eyes will see the scene of China athletes proudly standing on the podium at the Olympic Games, and my heart will boil.

I like listening to the little alarm clock ticking Rinrin's voice best, because every morning when I am about to fall asleep, the little alarm clock will beep Rinrin, as if calling me, get up quickly and don't be late for school. I am very grateful for the small alarm clock. It is my good friend. I like listening to my mother cook best, because my mother always cooks my favorite dishes.

I know this is my mother's deep love for me. I like listening to the sound of students running best, because the sound of neat pace means that no matter what you do, Qi Xin should work together in Qixin.

I like listening to the chirping of birds best, because whenever I am sad, I will run under the tree and listen to the chirping of birds, and then I will forget all the sad things.

2. How to write your favorite phonetic composition?

"Get up, baby, you're going to be late." I vaguely heard my mother's voice coming from outside the house in my dream. I rubbed my eyes, grabbed the alarm clock and looked intently. It is only six o'clock. My mother made me get up so early, and I can't let people live yet. I pulled the quilt, covered my head and fell asleep again.

"Come on, get up early for breakfast. What can I do without breakfast? " Over and over again, my mother's voice exploded in my ear. All right, I give up.

"Put on more clothes, it's cold outside." "No, it's too hot." I shouted impatiently. "Yesterday, the weather forecast said it would cool down today. Put it on quickly. What if I have a cold? " "* * * *" I will not do it. "My son is lovely, and my mother will make you your favorite food. "My mother performed her magic. All right, I give up.

"Go to sleep, don't lie down and play games, it's bad for your eyes." "Go to sleep if you know." "I get angry if you don't sleep." I lost to you, mom.

Every day, I hear my mother's nagging voice, complaining voice, blaming voice and caring voice countless times. But how can you refuse this loving voice? Love you, mom.

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3. How to write your favorite voice for reference?

There are many voices in the world, such as the sound of the wind blowing the leaves, the sound of our market reciting the text, the sound of everyone singing together ... Among them, my favorite is the sound of the small alarm clock.

Early in the morning, the small alarm clock tinkled. I opened my tired eyes and was about to fall asleep. The small alarm clock tinkled again, as if to say, "Little master, get up and pack up quickly, or you will be late for school!" " I packed my bags and went to school. When I got to school, I picked up a pen for a while and a ruler for a while, which was slow. At this time, the small alarm clock rang again, as if to say, "Little master, write quickly, or you will study by yourself early." I'm going to finish my morning study.

When I went home to watch TV at noon, the small alarm clock rang again, as if to say, "Little master, eat quickly!" " Watching TV will make you nearsighted. "I slept for a while after dinner. Just like sleeping, the little alarm clock rang again, as if to say, "Little master, go to school quickly!" " "I yawned and went to school.

When I got home in the afternoon, the small alarm clock rang again, as if to say, "Little master, do your homework quickly, or you will be punished tomorrow." I finished my homework. It's already eight o'clock. Just about to watch Super Soaked Eggs, the small alarm clock rang again, as if to say, "Little Master, go to sleep quickly, cheer up, and you can go to school tomorrow." So, I went to bed.

The small alarm clock can remind me that it is my best partner!

4. How to write your favorite voice in primary school composition? I like the famous sentence of Du Fu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty: "Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. It sneaked into the night with the wind and moistened things silently. " Because I like listening to the rain, because it is the spirit of nature, and whenever it comes to the world, you will definitely hear cheerful music. I like the sound of spring rain when it rustles in the fields. I smiled sweetly, stretched myself and fell to the ground. At that time, the earth was a new green. At school, sometimes, it began to rain in Mao Mao unconsciously outside the window, and the air suddenly became humid. Sometimes, I walk on the path with an umbrella, and the raindrops hit my umbrella and drip, as if whispering to me. I like the rain in summer. Sounds like a naughty child, and sometimes thunder and lightning are invited to play together for excitement. At this time, if you listen attentively, you will hear earth-shattering rock music, so the whole summer is full of vitality.

5. How to write your favorite voice in the third grade composition of Chinese?

I like the sound of birds chirping and singing, and I like the sound of a group of birds gathering around to discuss.

I also like the chirping sound of birds when they are happy.

Because their voices are crisp and beautiful, just like our announcer, they sing beautiful and moving songs to us.

Every day when I enter school humming a tune, I hear birds chirping for me in the treetops. I also saw a bird singing solo, several birds performing poetry readings, and a group of birds talking about a very, very mysterious thing. They seem to like me very much and guide me into the elegant and chic campus. At that time, my mood was as relaxed as a bud coming out in the sun.

Whenever I come home from school, I can also hear the wonderful song of this bird. Sometimes it will fly to our windowsill and chirp as if to say, "study hard!" " "I think the crisp sound of birds is beautiful. In fact, the most pleasing thing is its melodious singing, which sounds like a singer singing a beautiful and moving song and a performer playing a melodious flute.

6. How to write your favorite voice in the third grade composition of Chinese? Living in the city, I hear more car horns, the noise of the crowd and all kinds of noisy voices in the city.

However, in this summer vacation, my parents took me to Taibai Mountain, and I heard the most wonderful sounds of nature. Only then did I know that there are many wonderful sounds in nature. At the foot of Taibai Mountain, the tourist bus took us to the first scenic spot-Lotus Peak.

The water here flies down from the cliff, and the spray stirs up snow-white spray. The water beat against the stone and sang the way down the mountain.

I came to the river and held out my hand. The water slowly passed through my hand, unexpectedly cold. I'm surprised. My mother told me that it was water melted by snow on the mountain, and I suddenly realized. With the breeze and drizzle, we went up the hill. When we came to Shangbansi, the rain suddenly became heavier, so we decided to stay in Bansi New Village and continue climbing the mountain tomorrow morning.

At night, the wind is like an angry strong man and a panting grandfather. I am really worried that this humble house will be blown down by the mountain wind, so I am worried that I will fall asleep and sleep soundly. Maybe it's because I'm too tired to climb mountains during the day.

I got up early the next morning, and the rain stopped after a night. But there is fog on the mountain, and the nearby mountains are shrouded in fog, and nothing can be seen in the foggy sea of Yunshan.

We continued to climb, only to see a mountain wind blowing slowly, which actually dispersed the fog and gradually exposed the nearby mountains. I took some photos quickly. Unfortunately, when we only visited Sendai, it began to rain again.

We hurried down the hill. This trip to Taibai Mountain made me appreciate the beauty and magic of nature.

In the next summer vacation, I will ask my parents to take me out, enjoy more natural scenery and listen to more wonderful sounds of nature. Throughout the year, nature has different sounds, and my favorite is the sound of spring.

Because spring is colorful and beautiful. In spring, all kinds of sounds are intertwined, like a happy symphony.

"Huhuhu, Huhuhu", Feng Chun's elder sister came up with light steps. She blew the peach blossoms red and the grass green.

She gently blows the willow branches, as if playing with the strings. "Boom, boom", Brother Chun Lei sounded his beloved drum set, and the drums burst, and even the little frog in the hole was awakened. He leaned out his little head and croaked the songs of spring.

"sasha vujacic, sasha vujacic", Sister Chunyu also joined in the fun. She jumped into the arms of Mother Earth happily and gave her a bath carefully. Grass has sprouted, trees have turned green, and all kinds of flowers are blooming with smiling faces.

"Hua, Hua", the river thawed, singing cheerful songs, all the way forward. The small fish in the river spits bubbles naughtily, and each bubble turns into a string of happy notes, accompanying the river and heading for the sea.

"Twitter", the swallow flew over the field, over the hillside, through the Woods and back again. They stood on the branches, singing happily, and some even danced.

"La la la la", the children are playing games happily in the park. They sang and danced, like happy elves, and spread the information of spring all over the earth.

How beautiful the symphony in spring is! Did you hear that? Grade 3 of Xindu West Street Primary School in Xindu District, Chengdu, Sichuan: Pang Yirui-500 words Part 2: My favorite voice Cheng Haitong, grade 3 of Wangshan Primary School in Gong Jin Town, Huaining County, Anhui Province, my favorite voice is singing. I like the music of Singing Two Little Boys Let the Cowherd Go.

Because this song reminds me of the war years, the sentence "Gunshots are popping everywhere, and the enemy knows that he has been cheated." This means that Wang Erxiao is very brave. He sacrificed himself to protect thousands of villagers.

Whenever I hear this song, I admire Wang Erxiao and feel sorry for him. I also like snails and orioles.

Because this song brings adults back to the spring of childhood. I will laugh when I sing this song, especially the sentence "Huang Huang oriole, wait until I climb up". Snails crawl so slowly! All songs can relieve troubles.

Grade Three: Cheng Haitong, a Left-behind Child in Susan Wang ——200 words Chapter Three: I like sound. I like many voices, but my favorite is my mother's Thunder. This is not the thunder of nature, but the roar of my mother. This kind of thunder often appears when I am naughty: once, I got 89 points in the math exam, and when I got home, my mother's thunder started again: "How could you do something wrong with such a simple question?" You shouldn't ... "In fact, this kind of thunder is not very loud, but I am often scared to cry.

In another case, my mother was wronged outside, or unhappy at work. As soon as she got home, she complained to me and my father at the usual "thunder" volume. It's loud I used to hate this "ray", but now I like it more and more. Because, I gradually understand that this "thunder" can't help but "jump" out of my mother's mouth for me.

Mom's "thunder" is sincere teaching. Although it is hard to hear, I think it is the most beautiful voice in the world! Grade 3, Wusan Primary School, Linze County, Zhangye City, Gansu Province: Zhang Mengzhe-350 words Chapter 4: I like the sound of nature. I like listening to sounds very much, especially the sounds of nature. Spring breeze is coming, sand, sand, sand, sand, sand, sand, sand, like a beautiful tune, like a silkworm chewing mulberry leaves, like a girl plucking the strings.

The cold wind is coming, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, coming like a tribe and growling like an enchanter is angry. The spring water flows by me, ding-dong, ding-dong, like ringing a golden bell, like ringing a small golden bell, and like ringing a small alarm clock.

Frogs in the field, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, like playing a harvest pastoral dance. Birds are twittering in the branches, as if singing a crisp lyric song.

I know, there are many songs in nature. The third grade of experimental primary school in Lindian County, Daqing City, Heilongjiang Province: Liu Yilin-250 words Chapter 5: My favorite voice One day, I was playing at home when I suddenly heard the faint sound of water flowing downwards, so I remembered a story.

A long time ago, it was raining, and the light rain fell from the sky, drop by drop.

7. How to write your favorite voice in primary school composition? I like the famous sentence of Du Fu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty: "Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. Sneak into the night with the wind and moisten things silently. " Because I like listening to the rain.

I like the sound of rain, because it is the spirit of nature. Whenever you come to this world, you are sure to hear a cheerful piece of music.

I like the sound of spring rain. When the spring rain "rustling sand" is sprinkled on the fields and in the hearts of the seeds, the seeds wake up, smile sweetly, stretch out and drill out of the ground. For a time, the earth was a new green. Sometimes when I go to school, it rains unconsciously in Mao Mao outside the window, and the air suddenly becomes humid; Sometimes, I walk on the path with an umbrella, and the light rain drops on my small umbrella, as if whispering to me.

I like the sound of rain in summer. Like a naughty child, it makes everything rattle. Sometimes, for fun, it invites thunder and lightning to play together. At this time, if you listen attentively, you will hear earth-shattering rock music, so the whole summer is full of vitality.

I like the sound of autumn rain. Autumn rains drift, orchards harvest, and golden fields bring people the joy of harvest.

I like the sound of rain, because it brings vitality and vigor to the earth.

8. Write down my favorite voice and composition, which I carefully prepared for you. I hope I can help you, wish you happiness, and thank you.

My favorite voice

There was once a beautiful poem that said, "A kind of spring sound is unforgettable, and the most important thing is to return to Chang 'an class. "In a simple sentence, the scene of a group of blue teenagers walking and playing on their way home from school is presented to us. We can even hear the sound of selling in the picture, and we can also see the wine banners fluttering in the wind in the distance.

This is the most beautiful voice in the author's heart, and this is the author's memory of that lush time.

So, what's my favorite voice?

Maybe it's because of the rain. I remember when I was very young, I liked to listen to the sound of heavy rain hitting the window. It was crisp and powerful, and I couldn't wait. At that time, I liked to stay alone in the house and do my homework. The noisy sound outside was drowned by the strong rain, and even the dazzling light seemed a little soft after passing through the rain curtain.

The rain falls on the gilded eaves, on the crimson bricks, on the lush lawn and on the blue pool water, like playing a love waltz on the piano, and the white and slender fingertips gently and forcefully tap the black and white keys.

Maybe the wind. I remember reading an article when I was young, saying that children are children of the wind. As a result, after reading it, I rushed out without a coat in the cold wind of December, and finally had a high fever of 39 degrees. However, when the breeze passes by your window, it won't make a sound. It sneaked into the children's dreams, and then slipped out quietly, quietly greening the banks of the south of the Yangtze River.

The breeze walks quietly through the hall, holding an oil-paper umbrella and slowly coming to you. Her head was half lowered, her eyes were like autumn water, hidden under fine eyelashes. She's close to you, close to you. If you smell it quietly, you may be able to smell a little fragrance and news from a distance. She is close at hand, close at hand, only a finger away from you. She walked past you and smiled back inadvertently. If you listen quietly, you may hear her breathing softly. Accompanied by drizzle, she walked away with an oil-paper umbrella in the alley of Jiangnan, stepping on Qingshiban Street. If you look carefully, you may see the young grass growing in the green slate, waving reluctantly in the direction where she is going.

Maybe it's the rustling of fallen leaves. I remember when I was a child, someone told me that the most beautiful sound was that you walked alone on the campus road and heard the rustling of leaves under your feet. Since then, I have always wanted to have a chance to listen to the songs of fallen leaves. Unfortunately, every time I have the opportunity to walk on the fallen leaves, it is noisy all around, and I can't hear the children's chorus hidden under the noise.

Fallen leaves fall silently, covering the rugged stone road in the mountain and covering the lazy ash with a fiery red layer. The whole mountain was silent, and the fallen leaves fell into a deep sleep. And on an autumn evening, you inadvertently walked here and woke up the whole mountain forest. Listen, fallen leaves are whispering at your feet, saying the most romantic words. The setting sun is like fire, which has dyed the whole mountain forest red. You approach step by step and listen to the whispers of fallen leaves.

What's my favorite voice?

Rain, wind, leaves?

9. Write down my favorite voice and composition, which I carefully prepared for you. I hope I can help you, wish you happiness, and thank you.

My favorite voice

There was once a beautiful poem that said, "A kind of spring sound is unforgettable, and the most important thing is to return to Chang 'an class. "In a simple sentence, the scene of a group of blue teenagers walking and playing on their way home from school is presented to us. We can even hear the sound of selling in the picture, and we can also see the wine banners fluttering in the wind in the distance.

This is the most beautiful voice in the author's heart, and this is the author's memory of that lush time.

So, what's my favorite voice?

Maybe it's because of the rain. I remember when I was very young, I liked to listen to the sound of heavy rain hitting the window. It was crisp and powerful, and I couldn't wait. At that time, I liked to stay alone in the house and do my homework. The noisy sound outside was drowned by the strong rain, and even the dazzling light seemed a little soft after passing through the rain curtain.

The rain falls on the gilded eaves, on the crimson bricks, on the lush lawn and on the blue pool water, like playing a love waltz on the piano, and the white and slender fingertips gently and forcefully tap the black and white keys.

Maybe the wind. I remember reading an article when I was young, saying that children are children of the wind. As a result, after reading it, I rushed out without a coat in the cold wind of December, and finally had a high fever of 39 degrees. However, when the breeze passes by your window, it won't make a sound. It sneaked into the children's dreams, and then slipped out quietly, quietly greening the banks of the south of the Yangtze River.

The breeze walks quietly through the hall, holding an oil-paper umbrella and slowly coming to you. Her head was half lowered, her eyes were like autumn water, hidden under fine eyelashes. She's close to you, close to you. If you smell it quietly, you may be able to smell a little fragrance and news from a distance. She is close at hand, close at hand, only a finger away from you. She walked past you and smiled back inadvertently. If you listen quietly, you may hear her breathing softly. Accompanied by drizzle, she walked away with an oil-paper umbrella in the alley of Jiangnan, stepping on Qingshiban Street. If you look carefully, you may see the young grass growing in the green slate, waving reluctantly in the direction where she is going.

Maybe it's the rustling of fallen leaves. I remember when I was a child, someone told me that the most beautiful sound was that you walked alone on the campus road and heard the rustling of leaves under your feet. Since then, I have always wanted to have a chance to listen to the songs of fallen leaves. Unfortunately, every time I have the opportunity to walk on the fallen leaves, it is noisy all around, and I can't hear the children's chorus hidden under the noise.

Fallen leaves fall silently, covering the rugged stone road in the mountain and covering the lazy ash with a fiery red layer. The whole mountain was silent, and the fallen leaves fell into a deep sleep. And on an autumn evening, you inadvertently walked here and woke up the whole mountain forest. Listen, fallen leaves are whispering at your feet, saying the most romantic words. The setting sun is like fire, which has dyed the whole mountain forest red. You approach step by step and listen to the whispers of fallen leaves.

What's my favorite voice?

Rain, wind, leaves?