1. Whistle composition

When I was very young, I would pout and blow a sharp whistle. The boy next door had a finger in his mouth, sucked his nose once and looked at me with envy. When he learned to blow like this, he always hissed, which was far less pleasant than my whistle.

I was so proud that I walked past him with my hand behind my back, twisting and twisting, whistling childish and swinging my long ponytail. Later, when I grow up, I understand that good girls don't whistle.

I haven't heard my shrill whistle for a long, long time in order to maintain my clever image in others' eyes. I often see my neighbor's parents' big boy "drumming" downstairs, "Dangdang" shaking his car keys, blowing a loud whistle in his mouth, which makes people still jealous, but they can only, obediently, carry their schoolbags, talk angrily, treat people with anger, and be themselves in the eyes of others with anger, and there is a lingering gloom in their hearts.

On a warm afternoon, I finished my long homework, unloaded a heavy burden, got up slowly, stretched comfortably, and looked out at the distant clouds. I couldn't help but slip out of my mouth with a sweet whistle. I was speechless. My whistle that I had been sleeping for a long time had not been forgotten. The happiness and beauty of the afternoon awakened it in my memory ... I was not bored at school, but I always liked it. Later, the teacher was not allowed to whistle, saying it was booing. Although he didn't understand the relationship between whistling and booing, he still carefully controlled his mouth and didn't let his heart slip out.

Only on the way to school, the sky was dyed bright red by the sunset, which was strange and scary. The wind gently brushed my face, and I tilted my mouth leisurely, melodiously spitting out the most beautiful music in my heart.

The emotion that nobody interferes in my heart is as free and carefree as a bird flying in the sky. Vague passers-by on the way thought it was the naughty boy, but never thought it would be a happy girl who sang the music of her heart.

My friend added me a roaring card with elegant and warm pictures. On the back, it was scrawled with black ink pen, but it was very handsome and chic: Moon, don't lose your pen and that long whistle at any time. I smiled and turned to the bright sunshine outside the window, blowing a long whistle for me and my brilliant and flawless youth. 2. The Whistle of Nature's Eighth Grade Composition

The Whistle of Nature

A

There is a winding stream in the Woods. The running water in the stream, turning the shining waves, kept singing and shouting from morning till night.

The flying birds are asking: What is the running water singing and shouting? Who can tell me?

The distant wind shook his head and said, "The running water is heartless."

2

I was sitting on a rock in the forest, and some birds came and stopped on the branches above me, just like a band, including piccolo, flute and suona.

at this time, I think the birds are playing for me. My heart is full of grateful and joyful love. This is the happiness that nature has given me.

On Wednesday, I came to the lake alone, and I found a white sad white cloud reflected in the green lake.

I looked up at the sky, and sure enough, there was a sad white cloud standing there. She is waiting for me.

I'll stop at once. I know this sad white cloud wants to talk to me. I want to listen to her endless sadness quietly.

Four

Walking on the mountain road, whistling.

wearing a smiling flower, wearing a wisp of tender fog, holding a meditative white cloud, carrying a pot of singing spring water, with the breeze leading the way in front and the bright moon following behind us, we set out with starlight, and when dawn appeared, our ideals embraced us. 3. composition of willow whistling

along the flowering land, whistling in spring.

Pick a young leaf from the willow tree,

Pinch a small flower from the apricot tree,

Invasion in the river, shake it in the wind, and the cheerful whirling green will wander.

The whistle is spinning on the blue branches, which encourages the small leaves to grow quickly.

The kite was floating in the sky, and the whistle followed the child's hand, followed the kite string and rose into the clouds.

The newly turned soil dodged the road, dripping with black oil, and the whistle slid along the mirror of the pear.

Oh, are there any bees in it? Is there a lark chirping? Is there a cow's moo?

along the flowering land, spring whistles.

Pick a young leaf from the willow tree, a small flower from the apricot tree, invade it in the river, shake it in the wind, and the cheerful whirling green will wander.

It quietly lifted the girl's red scarf and slipped past their rosy lips.

it chased the carriage and circled around the whip with the red tassel. 4. How to write a composition with birds singing and insects singing

Although it is a bit cloudy, the valley in the morning is still clear and empty. Tired of walking, choose a clean rock and sit down, facing the surrounding green grass, green hills and the sky, quietly. In a short time, birds and insects came in suddenly. I didn't notice it on the way into the mountain just now, as if it didn't exist. I only came to meet you when you were sitting quietly.

bird talk, birds are talking, isn't it just birds chirping? Not screaming, talking! First, on the east hillside, two short notes dragged the last long note and shouted. At first, I didn't know it was calling me, and I didn't care, but the indirect voice continued to waft over. I tried to whistle in response to a sentence (its tone is not complicated, it should be C, so it is easy to imitate it with a whistle), and then there was another sentence, so that you and I chatted. This conversation is very pleasant. I don't know what the bird is saying, but it seems to understand, such as "after rain the empty mountain, stands autumnal in the evening" or "here birds are alive with mountain-light, and the mind of man touches peace in a pool". I'm not sure, but it's by no means "Have you eaten?" Cliches like "GOOD MORNING". Later, its frequency obviously increased. When I said something, it responded to two sentences. When I couldn't say it, I stopped. The other party continued to strike up a few words. When I saw no response, I was speechless. Later, the bird on the south hillside also spoke. Its voice was short and beautiful, with many twists and turns, and its tune was complex, which smacked of Shanghainese speaking. I tried to learn a few words, and the other person became more and more intense. The more I learned, the more anxious the other person was, the faster he spoke, and even you were not allowed to interrupt. I felt a little arrogant. Listen carefully, it's not that Kong Ming is "arguing with Confucianism", nor that Cao Cao is "singing about wine", nor is it like Wang Xizhi's Lanting Pen Club, but compared with Wang Bo's youth and frivolous in the early Tang Dynasty, he sang loudly in Tengwangge that "sunset and lonely Qi Fei, autumn waters * * * sky is the same color", but it's quite similar. In addition, I can hear at least a dozen different tunes mixed together in the depths of the surrounding mountains and forests, or talking and laughing, or arguing endlessly, and sometimes suddenly there is collective silence and silence. And the beauty of insect singing is revealed at this time.

In fact, in the silent valley, autumn insects have been singing, but it is very low-key, and its voice is weak and unobtrusive. Insect singing is different from bird singing. It is not talking, but singing or playing, because it won't respond to you. Whether it is the cry of birds or the whistle of people, it ignores it, just goes its own way, at its own pace, endlessly, slowly, quietly and lightly. Singing is similar to Faye Wong's voice; Say it's playing, it should be piano music "Moonlight" and "Whispering in Autumn" and so on.

the insects are singing and their hearts are quiet. 5. What is the writing background of whistle?

A disabled woman who was regarded as "the pioneer of the times and the model of youth" 2 years ago seems to have been gradually forgotten by "the times" and "the youth".

most of the fate routes of "role models" and "models" are like this. However, it seems that Zhang Haidi will never be forgotten, because she left too many words with life tension.

The vitality of writing feeds back the vitality of Zhang Haidi, which makes people remember people when reading. Her essay "Whistle" is such a text.

The Whistle tells the story in the first person, and the opening of "I can whistle" brings the reader back to memory. Clear, concise and natural narrative lines lead people to immerse themselves freely in the author's memories, to listen to a primitive "playing" way unique to human beings-whistling the song of life played by a little girl who is more vulnerable because of her severe disability with her tenacious heart, and being moved by tenderness unconsciously.

It is hard for us to imagine the richness of physical and psychological torture suffered by a severely disabled and sickly little girl of six or seven years old. ("Her nose cancer was operated without anesthesia. She clearly felt that the knife opened her nasal cavity and the needle passed through her skin."

—— Quoted from Sohu. com) The author poured out 18 parallel sentences that began with the word "I", and the narrative power can be seen. At the same time, the protagonist's pent-up pain and loneliness will also be revealed.

The more miserable and lonely a heart is, the more eager it is for excitement, freedom and expression. In this case, the miracle of learning to whistle like "singing like a bird" is mature.

practical experience tells us that the feeling at the beginning of learning whistling may not be wonderful, or even difficult. However, for a little girl who is eager to express herself but lacks the means of expression, this process is so exciting and enjoyable anyway, because it is a process leading to hope.

She regards whistling as a romantic poetic language. Therefore, she let it accompany her through the spring, summer, autumn and winter, she let it fly across the fields and sunset, and she even regarded it as a special language for dialogue with the big white dog and the little white horse.

Whistling made her inadvertently find a way to express her sensitive feelings beyond singing. Since then, the little girl's girlhood life has been full of poetry because of the whistle, and her life has become tenacious and detached and free and elegant because of the whistle.

We can notice that the article is full of poetic lyricism from the beginning when the little girl learns to whistle, which makes us more clear that the article is not narrative prose, but lyrical prose. However, the narrative lines of the article have not been disturbed. This is a kind of "montage" narrative, which takes the heroine's girlhood as the time span and her poetic mental journey as the axis to edit the relevant life details and emotional artistic conception in an orderly arrangement (we can completely regard the natural background led by "spring", "sunset" and "evening breeze" as the author's editing sequence for the second half of the article).

"The wooden wheelchair ran over the rough and muddy dirt road in the country, and I bid farewell to my girlhood." A transition, narrative jumped out of the memory, more than 3 years later, the protagonist looked back at the time when she was accompanied by a whistle, and suddenly lamented that it was the whistle that supported her weak body and mind to spend the most difficult life journey, because at that time she "always hoped to get sick by whistling."

It's the whistle that gives her hope. The 3-year road of life was interpreted by her as a tenacious song of life because of the whistle.