800-word senior high school phonetic composition (selected 10)

As long as you listen attentively to the ordinary, simple and ordinary voices in life, you can feel the wonderful life. Next, I will collect and sort out 800 words (selected 10) of high school compositions about sounds for your reading only!

Phonetic senior high school composition 800 words 1.

The world is big, and beautiful voices are everywhere. The violin sound in the concert hall, the wonderful singing in the Red Pavilion, and the speeches of high-level people from all walks of life in the Great Hall … all these sounds are what I expected. However, there is only one most beautiful sound in my heart-the hammer sound of "Ding Dong".

My father is a blacksmith. As soon as he works, the hammer will jingle. It used to be a shame in my heart, but now it is my favorite.

If you listen to the sound of hammers too much, you will get bored. My father is a blacksmith, and I don't want to tell anyone about it. Is the most helpless thing. It is the lowest occupation, and it really depends on my father to make money while the iron is hot. I am very distressed.

When I was in primary school, I heard this voice as soon as I got home. I'm angry: the thought that my father is actually a blacksmith makes me feel that I can't hold my head in front of anyone. The sound of the hammer is like thousands of people laughing at me together. I look down on him. When my father counted how much money he made and how many people ordered goods, I took a look. Well, so what.

Why is dad a blacksmith? If I am a knowledgeable person, I can at least help me with my study. But the jingle of the hammer told me that it was impossible.

When I was in junior high school, I left the town and went to study in the county. I escaped from the sound of the hammer, and I was liberated, but there seemed to be a tiny voice calling me in my heart. On that day's holiday, as soon as I got home, my mother asked me to call my father for dinner. When I came to the blacksmith's shop, I heard the sound of a hammer again. Now, I have no feeling about it. I took a closer look, and my father was burning iron in the stove. Then I swung the hammer high and hit it hard, making a "dong-"sound. Why is the voice of Ding Dong so clear and regular? Dad was soaked to the skin and sweat rolled down his cheeks. He bent down and concentrated on hammering. I stood for a long time, listening carefully to the sound of the hammer, and now I feel better than pop songs. I was thinking with my head down when my father suddenly stood in front of me and said, "You're back." "Well, it's time to eat." "Oh." Dad answered with a smile. He washed his hands clean. Suddenly found that dad's arm was uneven, with blood pits and blood bubbles. I couldn't help my nose getting sour and my tears rolled down. I quickly turned around and wiped them off. I was afraid that my father would see me, so I left first.

The sound of the hammer is still ringing, ding-dong, ding-dong, which is really beautiful and knocked into my heart. Tears swirling in the eyes, hot, is a confession, more is moved.

At this time, the sound of the hammer must still be ringing. I seem to see my father coughing from time to time. Iron filings, don't spill on dad's hands! Hammer, stop and let dad have a rest!

The sound of "Ding Dong" hammer grew with me. Now we are farther apart, but it has been integrated into my body and my heart. Whenever and wherever, it will cross mountains, wade long rivers and meet me. Because that is the angel of father's love. I want to say loudly: I am the blacksmith's daughter.

I grew up with the sound of a hammer. The sound of the hammer haunts my mind, which is the most beautiful sound in the world.

High school composition voice 800 words 2

In the afternoon dusk, bright yellow clouds flow all over the sky, and clusters of afterglow overflow from the tip next to the green osmanthus trees: low flowers on the sidewalk, colorful butterflies flying, dancing with their bodies, dancing in the afterglow, and I stand by the window alone, watching the sunset, as if I could own the whole world.

"Clusters of afterglow overflow from the tip of the blade" and "clusters" are used to describe afterglow, which is very innovative. It is said that "afterglow" overflows from the tip of the blade, giving the sun a sense of movement.

An old man over the age of ancient times sang softly: "I advise you to drink and listen to sad songs to relieve your sorrow and dance." . There is no way to win the Qin dynasty. Heroes fight all the way. Since ancient times, as the saying goes, don't bully me, success or failure is in an instant ... "Drifting away in a large sunshine. Ah, that old gentleman is really like my Chinese teacher when I was a child.

My Chinese teacher is an old man in his early fifties with a strong accent: short, thin and yellow. However, what is particularly noticeable is his rough big hands. The joints of his fingers are so thick that they are a big pimple. Palm full of calluses, thick. My legs and feet are very bad. I said I fell ill while eating "big pot rice" He always likes to walk in the crumbling dusk with bare crutches.

The teacher's description highlights his appearance characteristics and behavior habits, and takes care of the "dusk" mentioned above.

Composition class is the first class in the afternoon. He usually writes the title of his composition on the blackboard, explains "Don't talk" (which means let us think for ourselves first), and then hides aside and sings Beijing opera books.

His singing style in Beijing Opera is very distinctive, just like Dao Lang's dolphin voice, and there is no lack of charm in the vicissitudes of life. But to be honest, it's not easy to sing like this. How can I put it? Because it is difficult to sing that thin sound with his thick voice, sometimes he needs to squeeze it out with his vocal cords, so he is flushed and breathless. He likes to stay in the sentences he is satisfied with, showing a satisfied smile, and sometimes he can't help showing off his "baby" to us.

The description of the voice is not easy to write, but the author writes the characteristics of the teacher's voice.

It was not until he was addicted that he turned around and carefully analyzed the composition he had just arranged, from which aspects he should write it, and how to write it creatively and uniquely, so as not to run a running account. So what impressed me most was not his teaching, but his strong local accent.

Clouds in the sky can't bring back my memories. Once, the strong local accent was farther and farther away from me, and it has changed with the seasons.

High school composition voice 800 words 3

She always wears a charming smile and shines on our hearts like sunshine. Behind her clear and transparent glasses, gentle and serious eyes emerged, full of expectations for us. She is a good teacher in my mind-Miss Ma.

"Jingle bell ..." The bell rang, and Miss Ma hasn't arrived yet. She wasn't like this before! We waited anxiously, and in this state, time passed slowly, as if deliberately against us. In a short time, the bell for class also rang on time, and the melodious bell was out of tune with our anxiety. "Everyone don't worry. Teacher Ma will be here soon. " The monitor comforted us again and again. In fact, I can see that he is more anxious than anyone else.

Waiting, waiting, Mr. Ma's familiar footsteps finally sounded in the corridor. We cheered at once and sat up straight in the most serious posture. Even the slight breathing sounds of each other are extremely clear in the quiet classroom. Teacher Ma came into the classroom with a charming smile: "Have you kept the students waiting?" ? I just came back from the hospital, and my voice was uncomfortable, which delayed my classmates' class. I'm very sorry! "Oh my god, is this the sweet voice of Teacher Ma? Today's huskiness and hard work have taken its place! Somehow, I feel a little sad, but more of an apology. Teacher Ma, you have worked hard. You have been with us since the first sunshine in the morning just appeared on the horizon, and you didn't leave us until sunset. This hoarse voice shouldn't belong to you! Vaguely see my deskmate's eyes red. ...

Teacher Ma soon led us into the state. "This natural passage is very important, and the students recite it with emotion." Teacher Ma's throat was painful enough, but she managed to get it out clearly. Perhaps influenced by Mr. Ma, we all read lightly and were full of sadness. At this time, a familiar, hoarse but powerful voice came in: "Walking on the spring breeze/laughing all the way/marching on the barren hills/the spring breeze dyed our feet green …" It turned out to be Teacher Ma! Her emotional recitation brought us into the enthusiasm of afforestation and into the golden orchard with a bumper harvest. Our feelings gradually sublimated under her leadership ... What a beautiful voice!

At that time, we read cadence, sound and emotion; On that occasion, we read out our love and gratitude to the teacher; At that time, we read that on the road of growth, too many people are silently paying for us and helping us; At that time, we seemed to have grown up a lot because we had the best voice in the team. ...

High school composition voice 800 words 4

Have you ever heard the sound of flowers, which is soft but contains the cry of life? Have you ever heard the sound of melting ice and snow, but the green scenery sings the vitality of life? Have you ever heard these voices? They are the most beautiful voices in your life. -inscription

Voices of flowers

I like watching flowers bloom, but I have thought about it and heard the sound of flowers bloom. That was before. We have a pot of chlorophytum in our house. It is green and looks fresh and pleasant, but it never blooms. It's been three years, and it's still the same, going its own way. Just when we gave up, we were surprised to find that there were several small and exquisite buds on a twig, white and tightly wrapped, with nothing to open. It's getting more and more full. It seems that it is not far from the day when flowers bloom! It became bulging, and finally, it ushered in the day of flowers. The flower opened slowly and unhurriedly, and the petals stretched out desperately, trying to get rid of the bondage. "Pop", the flowers are in bloom. I can't believe the sound of flowers just now, flowing into my ears like electricity.

The sound of snow melting

There was a heavy snow last year, which was fluffy and soft. Because it hasn't snowed for a long time, this snow is even more unusual, which makes people want to get close to it. I also ran out, running around in the snow, watching my footprints stay in the snow, and the children's silvery laughter echoed in the sky. My mother and I had a snowball fight and made a snowman. We had a good time. When I got home, I had dinner, read a book and went to bed. The window was not closed, and I vaguely heard the sound of shallow songs ticking gently, green as a whistle, exuding endless vitality, because-spring has come, and nothing can stop the footsteps of spring drifting away!

The sound of drifting away

Leaves are falling, I think, the last moment of belonging to leaves is coming! The leaves on the huangshan district Boulevard shed their green clothes and painted with bright lemon yellow, which is full of the ultimate temptation. Autumn wind rises, the wind rolls fine sand, and leaves are invited. Some fallen leaves can't resist the temptation and walk down the branches shyly. The wind dances happily around the fallen leaves, flying up and down ... I think happiness is actually just a haggard butterfly in my eyes, and then keeps the world. I looked away bored and found a leaf desperately grasping the branches, and the cold wind swept its body, arrogant to the end, larch hand. What? I heard a wonderful voice, floating and floating, but full of my last love for the tree, hiding the satisfaction of falling leaves, which I can't describe.

It turns out that there are many beautiful things in life, and even these voices are so beautiful and wonderful. ...

High school composition voice 800 words 5

The car drove very slowly. I sat by the window and enjoyed the beautiful scenery outside. Sunlight refracted through the glass to my eyes, making me blink.

In summer, buses are particularly crowded. The air is filled with all kinds of disgusting smells, some like sweat on people, some like fishy smell, and some like expired milk, which makes people unable to cover their noses.

At this time, a dirty old man caught everyone's attention. His dark face was covered with wrinkles, his eyes were deeply trapped in his eyes, his hair was untidy on his head, and his fat trousers were covered with mud and ash. He shuttled in the carriage, and people seemed to be avoiding him so as not to get their clothes dirty. This is, as soon as my aunt got off the bus, he immediately sat down. I couldn't help walking towards the window, not wanting to touch him. From time to time, he goes back to talk to his fellow villagers. The mouth with black, yellow, black and yellow teeth smells of smoke. The quiet carriage was disturbed by his accent. Look at the people around you, their faces seem to be full of disgust.

Come on, this is Beijing. We should be civilized. I complain in my heart. I took out my headphones, stuffed them in my ears, and turned the music up to the maximum to avoid hearing his disgusting voice.

The car is still driving slowly, and the sunshine refracts into my eyes, which makes me blink impatiently.

This is, my arm was touched, I put my arm in bored, and he pulled me again. I took off my headphones and turned my head and said, "What?" The old man smiled awkwardly and said in his nonstandard Mandarin, "Little girl, you dropped your money." I am stupefied. Seeing that I was indifferent, he helped me pick up the money, stuffed it into my hand and said, "Here, don't lose it again." Laughed again. At this time, in my opinion, his teeth are shining like gold, and his smile is particularly beautiful.

I looked around, and everyone still went their separate ways, listening to music, reading newspapers and playing mobile phones. Strangely, their faces are not the kind of disgust I saw before, but kind, gentle and beautiful. I turned my head and looked out of the window, and found that today's sky is exceptionally blue and pure.

The car is still moving slowly, and I am still enjoying the scenery outside the window. Sunlight still refracts into my eyes through the glass, but it is not so dazzling, but soft and warm.

I sat quietly by the window, listening to the music quietly, and Mandarin with a local accent still echoed in my ears. I believe this is the most beautiful sound in the world, the most beautiful sound.

High school composition voice 800 words 6

The pot of jasmine in front of the window exudes a faint fragrance, which permeates the whole room. I couldn't help but pick one and watch it quietly, which reminded me.

I remember it was a cold winter day, and there were only a handful of pedestrians on the road. However, it was still raining in Mao Mao, and pedestrians hurried home with heavy and anxious steps. As for me, I walked slowly on the road with an umbrella. When I arrived at the overpass, it suddenly rained heavily. It was raining cats and dogs and the wind was blowing hard. I'm wearing a thick down jacket, but I still feel a chill. I turned my head and found a white-haired old man leaning against the corner in an inconspicuous place-an old man selling flowers, who loved flowers very much. He wore thin clothes and curled up with cold. The old man has been setting up a stall here for several years, and he was at a loss when he met this sudden rain. He took out the worn and faded backpack behind him and rummaged for something. Suddenly, his mouth tilted slightly, and the wrinkles on his weather-beaten face became a ball, as if he had found a treasure. It turned out that he found an old and unique umbrella and hit it on his head. At this time, he turned to look at those delicate flowers. Those delicate flowers can't stand the wind and rain. The original bright, lovely and graceful flowers have become tottering and swaying. The old man seemed to think of something, gathered the devastated flowers together and gave them an umbrella with trembling hands. That's the only umbrella! Although he only wears thin clothes! Although it's cold and huddled up! Although I'm soaked to the skin! But there is still a smile on his mouth, staring at those delicate flowers quietly and quietly.

A few days later, when I passed the overpass, all the budding flowers were smiling. The old man must be very happy to see the flowers blooming quietly. Passers-by will stop to look at the flowers for a while and greet the old man with a smile. "Well, let's see how well they drive." "You take good care of it!" People's voices have gone away, and the old man still stays by those flowers. As if quietly, quietly listening to the sound of flowers.

High school composition voice 800 words 7

Flowers withered, leaving only a faint fragrance; The geese have passed without a trace, leaving only a gentle call; The wind is out of sight, but nothing is left, but nothing is taken away. I don't know, where is the simplest and most comfortable wind in the world? I don't understand what she's thinking. I tried to understand her, but I found that she left quietly.

The breeze caresses your face, and the hand-like touch brings us infinite reverie. Is it your mother? Or lovers? I just feel the warmth and comfort of my thoughts.

When everything is blown by the wind, everything is given life, and you can deeply feel the strong breath of life. She is like a mother, and everything is her child. She is not partial to anything, so gentle and kind to everything. The branches of willows sway slowly with the wind, the calm lake surface ripples with the wind, and the buds tremble slightly with the wind, as if praising the "mother" of fraternity. Gradually, the wind stopped and the world became quiet again. As if nothing had happened, as before.

When I raised my hand, the wind slipped through my fingertips. I suddenly turned around to see the shadow of the wind, but I couldn't find any trace. Staring at the place where the wind goes, my thoughts drift to the past with the wind. Remember, the promise made when I was a child, the brave words said; Remember, dandelions flying all over the sky; Remember watching the stars with friends in the middle of the night? A breeze blew away the promise, the dandelion and the long galaxy in our hearts. We wanted to keep it, but let the tears flow, let us cry and shout, and the memory is still blown away by the wind, leaving no trace. Suddenly, from memory to reality, I found my eyes moist and full of tears. Looking up at the sky and watching the white clouds float slowly, the unspeakable leisure is once again used in my heart. The wind blew again, instead of destroying the peace, it added a lot of peace. Don't think about anything quietly, just feel the softness brought by the wind silently.

With peace, the world seems to be integrated with you.

Friends, listen carefully to the sound of the wind, which is the purest sound in the world; Look for traces of the wind and find the root of life; Follow the footsteps of the wind and let him take you across the long river of life. Feel the breath of the wind, feel the beating of the wind, feel the surge and excitement of the wind, maybe he is by your side.

High school composition voice 800 words 8

A series of silent voices broke the peace of the world and formed a moving movement. Silent voice is ordinary and great, silent voice is soothing and high-pitched, and silent voice is full of emotion. Listen, that silent voice is the voice of a diligent cleaner. It is the voice of silent dedication and no return. When people were still asleep, the sound of cleaning staff sweeping the floor was heard on the road. Day after day, they get up in the dark to clean up the garbage on the road, give people a clean and beautiful home and make the city more and more beautiful. Whether it's windy or rainy, it's hot or cold, the cleaners take pains to decorate our beautiful city streets. They are worthy of being city image beauticians. "Clean the city with our hands" is the heartfelt words of every city cleaner. Have you noticed the silent voice of the cleaner?

Listen, that silent voice is the voice of the glorious people's teacher. That's the voice of teaching and educating people and being a teacher. Teachers are the most glorious profession under the sun. They have trained generations of students to become the pillars of the motherland. Teachers are hard-working gardeners and students are the flowers of the motherland. The gardener took great pains to cultivate every flower and let it grow sturdily. "Come with a heart and go without a blade of grass" is the professional aspiration of every teacher. Have you ever heard the voice of this silent teacher?

Listen, the silent voice is angels in white's voice. That's the sound of saving lives. Angels in white relieved the pain of patients with their wonderful rejuvenation hands, and they cared for the happiness and well-being of thousands of families with their lives. I remember when SARS happened, Ye Xin, the head nurse, worked overtime all night to treat more SARS patients, and finally contracted SARS and gave her precious life. Angels in white is the patron saint of life, benefiting people and giving hope to life. "Light the lamp of life, raise the sail of life and make the tree of life evergreen" is the happy song of every angels in white. Have you ever enjoyed the silent voice of angels in white?

Listen, that silent voice is the voice of the cutest soldier. That's the voice of bravely killing the enemy and defending the country. Military songs are loud, military flags are flying, and military emblems are flashing. People's soldiers can always be seen in the most dangerous places in the most critical times. Choosing to join the army means choosing responsibility, dedication, strength and sacrifice. They stand guard and charge for the peace of the motherland and the happiness of the people without regrets. "I am willing to give everything for the peace of the world and the well-being of the people!" This is the solemn oath of every soldier. Have you ever praised the silent voice of soldiers?

There are too many such silent voices in the world. There is always a voice that moves us, and there is always a force that makes us burst into tears. I am destined to spend my whole life listening to these indispensable voices in life.

High school composition voice 800 words 9

The red sun sets in the west, spreading lonely oranges all over the sky. Under the setting sun, the ancient road in Cang Sang is full of blurred amorous feelings, which is particularly quiet. Everything in the world seems to be intoxicated in this frozen but very short-lived Miri, Malaysia, and all voices are stopped.

I am dragging a long shadow and strolling on a quiet ancient road. My mind is full of thoughts and I am sad for the setbacks and bumps these days. Suddenly, a melodious piano sound mixed with a gentle breeze gently reached my ears. The wonderful piano sound seems far away, unattainable and close, lingering in my ears. I stopped, let this string of smart jumping notes gently slide through my heart and dance happily.

The sound of the piano is still hovering on the path in the pale twilight, but like a clear spring, it washes away the dirt and tired dust of the soul for everyone passing by. My thoughts gradually merged with this clever and wonderful piano sound, and I felt detached from the world of mortals, "concentrating and relaxing, blending with everything."

I followed the trace of the sound and came to a shabby hut. This melodious piano sound is coming from inside. I was just about to hold my breath and play, when the piano suddenly stopped. A childish voice came into my ear: "Grandpa, I'm tired. Playing the piano is really interesting. Although I can't see it, I can feel it with my heart, right? "

An old voice said, "Yes, smiles send us light, you play beautifully. I see how flexible your fingers are, just like dancing on those keys. " My heart suddenly felt like an electric shock, and many question marks rose in my mind. Could it be that I quietly saw a little girl of seven or eight years old gesticulating with her hands and talking to an old man through the dusty glass window? It's just that the little girl's eyes lost their luster, but they showed a kind of happiness.

Confident. She is blind! The old man sitting there is deaf! My heart was deeply moved again, and two lines of warm tears rolled down quietly. These tears are sweet!

The sunset put away the last ray of sunshine. At the moment when I turned away, the wonderful piano sounded again, which moved me inexplicably again. The ancient road echoed with the laughter of grandparents and grandchildren and the touching sound of the piano. My step forward has become firm, because in this dark night, the moving piano sound is my beacon.

[Comment] The greatest feature of this candidate's article is sincere feelings, delicate and true description, and embodies the writing concept of "writing my heart by hand". Although the story of this article is fictional, it is not melodramatic, melodramatic or melodramatic. The article is sincere and vivid. The rendering of the scenery blends with the wonderful sound of the piano, the dialogue of true feelings and the touch of the heart are touching, and the graceful language and beautiful artistic conception are unforgettable. What we appreciate is that the candidate is writing an article with his sincere heart and his true feelings. Beautiful articles have their own merits and styles: literature and art, laughter or sadness, but no matter what kind of articles can arouse readers' thoughts and feelings, they have one thing in common: articles must be sincere, natural and touching. The examinee's work in this examination room just puts this point into practice, and it is a masterpiece with both virtual and real examination rooms.

Senior high school pronunciation composition 800 words 10

Last summer vacation, I returned to my hometown, and I still remember it, because there are beautiful mountains and rivers, and the sounds of nature can be heard everywhere.

At dawn, the village is filled with misty air, shrouded in a gentle mist, just like a shy girl wearing a thin veil, giving people a soft and hazy beauty. Soon, the breeze dispersed the mist and a big lotus pond came into view. The lotus flowers in the pool are very beautiful, some are graceful, some stand out from the crowd, and some have no courage to surface. The scene is full of faint blue light. I feel that I have entered Penglai fairyland, where birds are singing and flowers are fragrant, and the beginning of the day begins with the beautiful scenery of nature.

When I came to the hill behind the village, I saw green trees and vines, green grass like flowers, and a vibrant scene. Bees wake up from their sleep and hum to start their day's work. Butterflies also spread their beautiful wings and danced among flowers and green grass. On the open space, a group of innocent children are chasing noise, chasing bees, flapping butterflies and picking flowers, having a good time. Nature is singing, and it tells us with beautiful melody-this is its voice, the voice that makes people happy! Going forward, I only heard cicadas singing and birds singing. Looking up, I saw thrush and cuckoo jumping around the tree, happy as fairies. I haven't finished enjoying such a poetic picture when the sound of running water caught my attention. Wow, nature can really make the finishing touch! I hurried to Xiaolin, which turned out to be a winding stream. The stream is crystal clear, pebbles can be counted, and small fish are swimming happily in the water, ah! Nature played another song for us.

In fact, the voice of nature can be heard everywhere, but now people are too busy to notice it. When we are out of breath in a stressful life, we might as well take a walk in the mountains. The sound of nature will definitely relax our body and mind, make us feel relaxed and relaxed, let us have rich imagination, realize valuable philosophy, and let us remember all secular troubles for a long time.

Open your heart and accept all the voices belonging to nature, and we can live happily!

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