A beautiful sentence describes a beautiful voice.

2. I don't know the taste of meat in March. This song should be only in the sky, and it is rare to hear it on earth.

In the sound of rain, he grew up, got married and became a father ... The old house in the alley and the rain became the strangest background of his life. On rainy days, he will also tell his son those ancient poems about rain, and friends will always come to his studio.

Rain and fog drench bamboo leaves, rustling like a girl stroking the strings, like a silkworm swallowing mulberry leaves.

At the dock of love, I burn my boat, fearing that you will miss it when it is dark at night, and I will wait with a burning heart.

6 ... She turned the tuning pin, tested several strings, and even before she played, we could feel her feelings. Every string is a kind of meditation, and every note is a kind of deep thinking, as if she were telling us the pain of her life. She frowned, bent her fingers, and then started her music, letting her heart share everything with us bit by bit. She brushed the strings, slowly twisted, swept and plucked, first the air in the rainbow skirt, then the six small ones. Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets. Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade. Between Guan Ying's words, the bottom of the flower is slippery, so you can't swallow the spring scenery and flow under the ice.

7. When I walked to the waterfall, I saw silver water flowing down like grandpa's white beard. The wind blew over, blowing the water into a faint fog and sprinkling it on my face, which was cool. Several streams seem to be in a hurry, running down and accidentally hitting rocks, splashing like flying beads and jadeite.

8. Love every day as if it were your last. Every minute is so beautiful that you cry, no matter whether others are optimistic or negative. As long as you bravely come with me, love doesn't need to be deliberately arranged. Kisses and hugs will be very comfortable with feelings. Enjoy now and don't be afraid of being hurt. We believe there will be many miracles.

9. Tintin's one-night rain rang the gong of spring ploughing and the drum of sowing.

10. Snowflakes in the air fall gracefully one by one, blooming with unparalleled beauty and gentleness. That's because God forgot to wash his hair and the falling dandruff. Honey, I forgot to wash my hair, too, but why did it fall all over the floor, a sad white roof and a white room? The white bird quietly flew over my years, stood in the snow and picked up a snowflake, watching it turn into transparent water drops little by little, reflecting a tragic white, and the whole world was like a luxurious worship.

1 1. The flying silver chain sparkles in the sun and looks brighter. The splendor of the silver chain is better than any ornament; And the huge silver chain is bigger than any invisible gas wall.

12. The rain in March, like countless little hands, struck the keys of the forest leaves and played a hymn of spring.

13. Listen, that's an oriole singing. Like a skilled soprano, she sings soft tunes, which makes people applaud. Who hummed that beautiful voice? Oh, it turned out to be an eagle. Its voice is full of power. "Squeak", this bug sounds like a violin played by a musician. Although I don't know its name, I'm sure it is an excellent musician. "I know!" As soon as you hear this sentence, you will know who it is It is a cicada, but can it only sing this song? The sounds of many insects and birds have merged into a unique symphony in my ears. How charming!

14. Suddenly, a chord rose in the air, erratic, winding and lingering. Rushed to the roof, floated to the foot, high and low, and the sound was lingering. That's the familiar sound of guzheng. It is soft and ethereal, and wants to send and receive, but when it turns around, it suddenly becomes powerful and cadence. It can penetrate every pore and flow into people's hearts.

15. The ice spring is cold and astringent, and the strings are frozen and there is no sound.

16. Deep sadness and hidden lament, even more silence than the voice tells them.

17. A silver vase suddenly broke, and a stream of water poured out, and armored horses and weapons collided with each other.

18. Before she put down the pick, her stroke was over, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk.

19. The boat in the east is quiet, and so is the boat in the west. We saw the white autumn moon enter the center of the river.

20. The sound of nature resounds through the sky, and the sound is beautiful.

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2. Going forward, only cicadas and birds are heard. 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.

3. As soon as the voice fell, the sky thundered, from the sky to the ground, scaring away all the birds. Then raindrops as big as beans fell from the sky, and I hurried to the big tree by the lake. Raindrops the size of beans hit the water and made a "snapping" sound. After a while, I heard "quack" and "quack". It turned out that the duckling and frog were singing.

I yearn for the sound of leaves colliding, just like the moonlight music played by the pianist, but it seems to be slowly swallowed up by the noise of the city. It is naive and unfair in the world, leaving us only accompaniment, which can only be heard sporadically on campus. I accidentally heard that an old man was looking after a large camphor tree forest and wanted to see it.

5. I like the sound of running water, because its crisp sound makes people who are upset feel happy; I like the sound of people whispering, because the world will not be so noisy; I like the crisp sound of birds, because it tells me that spring is coming; I like bloom's voice, because we have grown up when we were in bloom; Sound is a symphony of nature, which brings us joy.

6. The girl's voice is as beautiful and intoxicating as an oriole.

7, rumbling! Thunderstorm came, but the concert was not affected by it, but became lively. Naughty raindrops hit brother pomegranate on the head, as if inviting him to watch the performance quickly; On a whim, Grandpa Feng picked up his accordion and played the sound of wow-wow-hiss-sand-sand. Sometimes it was slow, sometimes it was urgent, sometimes it was heavy, sometimes it was cheerful. At this time, the little fish was intoxicated by the euphemistic song and spit out colorful bubbles.

8. By the stream, the stream is flowing, running day and night, and they make a "squeaking" sound. This is the sound of happiness. Because they are looking for a better tomorrow, the vast world they dream of, and the unpredictable future.

9, rain and fog, sprinkled on bamboo leaves, rustling, like a girl stroking the strings, like a spring silkworm swallowing mulberry leaves.

10, there is a voice that middle-aged painters miss more and more. This kind of sound is wonderful, with color, shape, temperature and emotional stories. But now I can't hear it anymore.

1 1. There is wonderful music on campus. As long as you listen attentively, you will hear. In the early morning, birds are singing happily, and carts and cars are "walking" on the road, making a "drip" sound. The wind rustled the young trees. I also heard the teacher rushing to the office, and the sound of the morning urged us to move forward like a trumpet.

12, her voice is as euphemistic and crisp as a gazelle.

13, there are many beautiful sounds, such as the sound of birds playing, the sound of flowers opening, the sound of grass growing, the sound of the sun shining in the sky, the hypnotic sound of mothers singing for their babies, and the laughter of children; There are many things to say about the most beautiful sound, such as the teacher's voice in class, the nagging voice of parents, the crying of children, and the brushing sound of writing; To say what sound is the most beautiful, there are many voices, such as parents' discipline, teachers' teaching, friends' help, relatives' praise and classmates' envy.

14, the timbre and singing method of Henan pendant are full of sense of humor. Listening to the pendant is like listening to a warm and loud voice, revealing the vernacular of a delicate young lady. What moved me the most in the national drama was Hebei Bangzi, which was desolate and high-pitched, screaming and crying, making a big noise and intoxicating.

15, listen, that's an oriole singing. Just like a skilled soprano, her soft voice makes people applaud. Who hummed that beautiful voice? Oh, it turned out to be an eagle. Its voice is full of power. "Squeak", this bug sounds like a violin played by a musician. Although I don't know its name, I'm sure it is an excellent musician. "I know!" As soon as you hear this sentence, you will know who it is It is a cicada, but can it only sing this song? The sounds of many insects and birds have merged into a unique symphony in my ears. How intoxicating and fascinating!

16, the rain tinkled into the stagnant water and struck a low piano sound. Elegant and charming breath reaches your ears, your brain and your heart. Considering that in real life, you will know yourself better, make your short-term goals better, consider the long-term direction of life better, and handle the relationship with others better, and have a thought about all this.

17, the sound of nature can be heard everywhere, but now people are busy and don't 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.

18, sweet as honey, makes people feel comfortable and relaxed.

19, suddenly, a string sound rises, erratic and lingering. Rushed to the roof, floated to the foot, high and low, and the sound was lingering. That's the familiar sound of guzheng. It is soft and ethereal, and wants to send and receive, but when it turns around, it suddenly becomes powerful and cadence. It can penetrate every pore and flow into people's hearts.

20. What is the most beautiful sound in the world? The most beautiful sound in the world is the early morning, when birds are "chirping" on the branches. The wonderful singing makes people feel very comfortable. The most beautiful sound in the world is summer. Naughty cicadas make the sound of "cicada, cicada" on the branches, which is full of enthusiasm and makes people want to listen. The most beautiful sound in the world is the wind. When it blows through the tree hole, it will make a "cry" sound, which is continuous, like floating from distant time and space.

2 1, Tintin's overnight rain rang the gong of spring ploughing and the drum of sowing.

22. Around my life, there are many sweet voices and birds singing, which make my heart happy; The teacher's teaching voice enriched my knowledge; The horn of the car reminds me of safety; And the rustling of grass tells me that time is flowing. However, no matter how beautiful and beautiful these sounds are, they will never be comparable to all the wonderful things in nature.

23. Singing is like flowing water, which makes people feel worried and swim in it. Another example is the surging waves, and another example is the terrible waves, which beat you and write the emotions that have been precipitated in your heart. In an instant, you feel that cicadas are like wild waves, robbing you of the faint sadness that you hold tightly in your hand. When cicada has a sweet and gentle language like night, it should be a love song. ...

24. The music played on the piano can make people intoxicated, and different music gives people different feelings! Passion makes us passionate about life. Women, let us enter a kind world.

25 ... She turned the tuning pin, tested several strings, and even before she played, we could feel her feelings. Every string is a kind of meditation, and every note is a kind of deep thinking, as if she were telling us the pain of her life. She frowned, bent her fingers, and then started her music, letting her heart share everything with us bit by bit. She brushed the strings, slowly twisted, swept and plucked, first the air in the rainbow skirt, then the six small ones. Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets. Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade. Between Guan Ying's words, the bottom of the flower is slippery, so you can't swallow the spring scenery and flow under the ice.

26. Ding Dong Ding Dong, hey, who played such a moving melody? Oh, it's Xiaoxi's sister. She is also an excellent musician! Look, her music is great. It was tinkling just now, but now it is falling into the sea. The sea also has its own songs, his songs, his songs are so heroic and give people a kind of courage.

On the 27th, a light rain rustled me up. I walked into the Woods and heard birds chirping in the distance, as if to say, "Spring is coming, wake up!" " "I walked over and heard the stream screaming like my sister's long hair. I listened to it sing and ran with it. The spring sound of "Ding Ding Dong Dong" seems to be playing a happy beat, quietly forgetting all the troubles.

28, March rain like countless small hands, playing on the keys of the leaves in the forest, played a hymn to spring.

29. In the strange and unpredictable nature, all kinds of sounds are intertwined to form a wonderful natural symphony. In this magnificent symphony, there is a sound that I like best. Sometimes it's like a melodious flute, sometimes it's like a stormy sea. This is rain.

30, boom, boom, this momentum tired thunder, like a drum band performing in the sky, it rained, "tick-tock. Tick-tock, the wonderful sound of rain always reminds people of good memories. It is like being in a quiet space of your own. How gentle it is to calm down and listen to the rain! In this world full of all perfect phonology, I heard it.

3 1, like the quiet sound of the piano, which makes people fall into the clouds and fog; Some people like the sonorous sound of the piano, which makes people full of power, just like the notes struck by fingers on a calm lake, rippling down and swinging, but shocking the listener's heart.

32. the musicians in bugs-cicada, their performance is absolutely beyond doubt, and their voice is first-class Under the scorching sun, the musicians are creaking in the shade. Tickle ",I don't know how happy I am, it makes people itch, and I want to play a song with musical instruments and insect gates." "

33. Her voice is as beautiful as spring in Juanjuan.

34. The timbre of the piano is simple and rich, soft as winter sunshine, bright and bright, warm and calm. As cold as steel balls scattered on the ice, the lines are clear and penetrate the bones. As fierce as the roaring deep sea, shocking and shocking. As deep as the night, if the sound is silent, it has its own bottomless power to the sky.

Hey, isn't that the rough sea in the distance? I fly fast, you know, I've always wanted to see the sea. Huge waves hit the sea again and again, sometimes majestic and sometimes gentle. The waves on the water are spinning and rolling. I couldn't help dancing disco in the sky with the passionate, swift and majestic waves. The more the waves jump, the faster I jump, and the more it rains.

36. The sunshine at 2: 30 in the afternoon is lazy and leisurely, flowing slowly along its ancient and elegant arc. This piano has been here for a long time, and she has been looking up at it with reverence since she can remember. Fingers danced briskly on the keys, sliding from bass to treble, opening up a rosy landscape all the way; It falls slowly from the treble, like a pearl scattered all over the place, finely but with luster. She loves this old piano deeply, loves every note it sings, loves its tenderness, falls in love with the time at 2: 30 in the afternoon and is immersed in music like water.

37. Sitting under a big tree, a refreshing wind blows, and the tree can always sing "rustling". Each leaf has its own unique sound, as if a large orchestra were singing for you alone. That sound will come to your mind. You just need to close your eyes and listen carefully, and you can drive away your troubles unconsciously and stop feeling insignificant.

38. This kind of sound can only be heard in the sky, so how many times can it be heard on the earth!

39. "Li, Li" At night, it began to rain outside the window, and the fluttering rain was like countless soft fingers, playing elegant and beautiful songs. I lay in my crib, staring at the rain in Mao Mao. ...

40. When I walked to the waterfall, I saw silver water flowing down like grandpa's white beard. The wind blew over, blowing the water into a faint fog and sprinkling it on my face, which was cool. Several streams seem to be in a hurry, running down and accidentally hitting rocks, splashing like flying beads and jadeite.

4 1, in the sound of rain, he grew up, got married and became a father ... The old house in the alley and the rain became the strangest background of his life. On rainy days, he will also tell his son those ancient poems about rain, and friends will always come to his studio.

42, lingering sound, I don't know the taste of meat in March for three days. This song should be only in the sky, and it is rare to hear it on earth.

43. At first, it was the same as Qing Zhuweng's. Later, it turned higher and higher, and the rhyme turned effortlessly.

Teacher Liu's voice in our class is really funny, sometimes like a lark, sometimes like a machine gun. When our class got the red flag, when we did something good, when we made progress in our study, Miss Liu's voice was as sweet and amiable as that of a lark. We danced with joy and were very happy. When we do something wrong, when we are lazy in our studies, when we fight in class, Mr. Liu's voice becomes very harsh. He speaks very fast, just like a machine gun. We are really a little nervous after listening to it.

There are many sounds in summer, including frogs, fish and thunder and lightning. Frogs croak in the water, just as they have a song meeting in the water. Bang, bang, bang. What's that noise? It was the sound of fish swimming in the water. They seem to be swimming in groups! The sound of thunder and lightning became louder, and a flash of light flashed. It turned out that lightning was coming. Come here for a moment. There was a rumbling sound. What's that noise? This is thunder. After a while, what a rushing sound, it turned out to be rain.

46.close your eyes and listen! Feel the serenity of the rain quietly, which people who are busy with trifles can't hear. When you empty the dust accumulated in your mind, enjoy the rustling clap. The tinkling sound overflows your ears. Clear soup into the heart. That is the true and pure sound of nature, which shakes your heart and washes your heart. No noise, no trivia, laity, no talking, no hands, just listen.

47. Snowflakes in the air fall gracefully one by one, blooming with unparalleled beauty and gentleness. That's because God forgot to wash his hair and the falling dandruff. Honey, I forgot to wash my hair, too, but why did it fall all over the floor, a sad white roof and a white room? The white bird quietly flew over my years, stood in the snow and picked up a snowflake, watching it turn into transparent water drops little by little, reflecting a tragic white, and the whole world was like a luxurious worship.

48. Every time the sun puts away its dazzling light in the evening, it becomes a golden CD. Many birds will fly back to the bamboo forest downstairs. There are not many green bamboos. Those birds are called bamboo birds. Petite and exquisite body, crisp voice, they chirp together in droves, as if chatting together, and as if singing together.

49. I like listening to songs alone. Put on headphones, or turn on the speaker, adjust the volume and close your eyes. It was dark all around, as if in the confusion of ignorance. At this time, a wisp of song came, just like a breeze blowing in front of my eyes, a white cloud, a spring rain.

50. At the dock of love, I burn my boat, for fear that you will miss it in the dark of night, and I will wait with a burning heart.

5 1, sang more than a dozen words, and gradually sang higher and higher, suddenly pulled out a gyro and threw it into the sky like a tightrope ... After singing to a very high level of three or four folds, it suddenly fell down and tried its best to grasp its spirit, like a flying snake hovering and weaving in the middle of the 36 peaks of Huangshan Mountain. Suddenly, the number of laps was repeated. From then on, the singing became lower and thinner, and the voice gradually disappeared.

52, a sweet, like a silver bell, like a trickle of clear tinkling voice suddenly sounded.

53. I came to the window and looked up at the sky. I heard the rustling of the wind on the ground and the sound of the wind blowing through my ears. In the tree, the birds sang in unison. Came to the hall, but it was dead silence. Sitting on the sofa, thinking of my dead mother, I couldn't help but feel the long-buried sadness and jumped out of my heart. I began to cry. Let the birds play beautiful and crisp songs; The sweet songs of the girls; Can't call back inner disappointment.

54. The flying silver chain sparkles in the sun, making it brighter. The splendor of the silver chain is better than any ornament; And the huge silver chain is bigger than any invisible gas wall.

55. Listen, who is "Twist, Twist"? Look, it's Miss Lark singing her beautiful song in the tree. Look, many fans come to listen to Miss Lark sing. Not far away, a swift stream came to my ear. When I walked by, I saw that Mr. Waterfall was playing a little song. After careful taste, the bullet is lifelike, really like a famous musician.

56, circuitous, the sound of the flute is getting louder, just like a flute player blowing, slowly approaching. The flute sounded beautiful, high and low, low and low, circled several times and sank again. Although extremely low and thin, each syllable is still clearly audible.

57. Pull out my little ears, and I can hear the wind rustling trees. Can hear the sound of scissors paper cutting "click click"; Ha! A picture is almost finished! I can still hear birds chirping in the forest; As if singing a beautiful song. ...

58. cicadas sing and birds sing. Birds, cicadas, frogs and crickets are so crisp and beautiful. Without the sounds of these animals, nature would be dull, lifeless and people would have no fun, so these sounds embellish nature and add endless vitality and charm to nature.

59. My parents and I came to the top of the mountain, opened our minds and listened to the whistling wind. It's refreshing I am intoxicated in this realm: I came to a world, which is a sound world. What's that noise? I walked over and saw the sound of broken glass. I only heard one sentence: "Whose child is this? I actually hit my window with a stone. " A woman said angrily. When I came to a school, the faucet in the bathroom in the stairwell rang, and I thought: which boring student didn't turn off the faucet! "Walking, I heard the sound of' shh', and I couldn't help being curious. As the sound passed, it turned out that an uncivilized student was peeing in front of someone else's house. That's a real pity.

60. It thundered again-so loud! Like the majestic momentum of thousands of troops, it instantly shocks the world! Deep but loud thunder strikes the darkness of people's hearts like a sword, leaving them with nowhere to hide! "Booming" is like the majestic roar of a lion, and the temple clock is as far away as the sky. This is the most majestic voice in nature, and it is a solemn oath of resistance of all things! Boom-another thunder! In a trance, I seem to see a group of mighty warriors falling from the sky, chanting.

6 1, listen, that's an oriole singing. She is like a skilled soprano, singing soft songs, which makes people applaud. Who hummed that beautiful voice? Oh, it turned out to be an eagle. Its voice is full of power. "Squeak", this bug sounds like a violin played by a musician. Although I don't know its name, I'm sure it is an excellent musician. "I know!" As soon as you hear this sentence, you will know who it is It is a cicada, but can it only sing this song? The sounds of many insects and birds have merged into a unique symphony in my ears. How charming!

62. It didn't rain much at first, like countless pearls on a tracts. In particular, the ancient music of knocking on roof tiles seems to be soft and sonorous, as far as near. Heavy and light, thick and thin, dribs and drabs, just like the ponder in Yu Boya's "Mountain Flowing Water". Gentle as rain, it seems to be telling a gentle voice. The rain grew louder and louder, hitting the plane leaves. The water flowing from the eaves is noisy and crisp, which is really "like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade", which makes people feel relaxed and happy. Occasionally, there is a gust of wind, the branches twist, the leaves whir, and thousands of water drops are squeezed out, flying down and dripping under the eaves, creating a symphony of nature.

Poetry describing sound

Describe by voice:

Early cicada Tang Bai Juyi-On the seventh day of June, cicadas sang on the river. In the deep leaves of heather, there are two or three sounds at dusk.

Pipa goes hand in hand with Tang Bai Juyi-the big strings hum like rain, and the small strings whisper like a secret. Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade. Between Guan Ying's words, the bottom of the flower is slippery, so you can't swallow the spring scenery and flow under the ice. The ice spring is cold and astringent, and the strings condense, and the condensation will never stop. The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice. A silver vase suddenly burst, pouring out a stream of water, jumping out of the conflict and blow between armored horses and weapons. Before she put down the pick, her stroke was over, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk.

The rooster crows at dawn, Tang-at dawn, the rooster crows in the forest and falls into the frog palace with a sound. Two calls to break the pillow dream, three pedestrians smoke sea red.

Chicken Tang Cui Dao Rong-windy and rainy night in the mountains, I want to crow before dawn.

Give Tang Geng a cold snap-who did it? It rang long ago and repeatedly covered the steps.

Playing the flute, Du Fu in the Tang Dynasty-playing the flute in autumn is clear, the wind and the moon are clear, and making heartbroken sounds skillfully.

Li Bai, the Tang Dynasty flute in Los Angeles on a spring night-his flute flies in the dark, and the spring breeze fills Los Angeles.

Smell the flute sound of the Tang Dynasty, Rong Yu-I miss it in the dead of night, and the flute sound is even sadder.

Bai Juyi-Shu Mu Tong Gu, Chu Si Qing Yun. Play slowly, play slowly, a dozen times in the middle of the night.

In the wind, the Qin and Lu Tong in the Tang Dynasty-thirteen emblems, five tones and six rhythms, dragons singing and humming and thinking.

Listen to the piano and Meng Jiao in Tang Dynasty —— Whispering the rain and rolling oak leaves.

Tang Huangfu Ran, a sad ape endowed with Tao, went deep into the Woods and entered the lonely city.

Wuxia listened to the howling of the no.1 ape-Bajiang ape, and it was painful and rang into the passenger ship. Lonely pillow breaks dreams, three sounds follow the breeze.