A beautiful poem about listening 1. A poem about listening
How long will you love me?
Your tears
Dropping on the tip of my silky hair
A gentle promise
Like water flow
I'm in the dark.
Looking for your expression
I am like a flower.
Open in the wind
You said you loved me.
Your hands are warm.
again and again
Withering is so.
Despair and happiness
Maybe I will do the same.
Die in the palm of your hand
no longer
The baby's second poem
I'm already here.
Waiting for you for so long.
My tears
It seems to have turned into the wind.
That's it.
Come back here.
Gradually understand
No more you.
You have been here before.
Or will it never appear?
I am as calm as water.
I will die empty-handed.
The baby's third poem
If I love you.
I can step aside.
Observe silently.
I don't want to say anything.
Maybe it's wrong to say it.
I don't want to do anything.
Maybe this is wrong or wrong.
Only missing is right.
Keep a secret for you
You by my side
Like a bird that stops occasionally.
I think I love you.
I just want to watch you quietly.
Just for a moment.
We are together.
The baby's fourth poem
It turns out that our meeting
Just for a parting.
So unique
There are no more languages.
Your eyes
Your breath
Your cotton shirt
The temperature of your skin
Your smile
I really don't love you anymore.
I am exhausted.
Go to a distant place
You are like the wind.
Fade out of my life
that‘s great
The baby's fifth poem
Everything goes on.
You stand in the dark.
Eyes like water
I breathe gently.
The wind is full of promises.
Touch my hair with your hand.
I will grow up.
The baby's sixth poem
What can you give me?
Beautiful vows
Enough for me to be trapped.
I don't want to break free.
Everything is so good.
We walk.
Uneasy and happy
Time flows like a river.
I don't know where to go.
Parting is imminent
I can't see your eyes.
In the shadows
I am a silent flower.
Your hand caressed my face.
I suddenly feel that
My heart is silent.
You can manipulate me at will.
I am here
The seventh poem of the baby
I want to go far away.
I want to love someone deeply.
Loneliness has no color.
Dissolve silently in the blood.
Waiting makes me exhausted.
Every time the wind blows into my heart.
I want to go with it.
If you promise, you will always tell me
If you hug me in the wind
If your eyes
Can you tell me something?
I want to stand in the dark
Listen again
Open your palm.
Let me be like a flower
Bloom in white
And die.
The eighth poem of the baby
most of the time
I don't know what I want.
Tears for me
It falls as easily as a leaf.
I feel parting in the wind.
But there is nothing to say.
When you reach out your hand.
I'm not free anymore.
How much do I want you to pay?
It's not just pain.
Whose arms will be warmer?
You told me you loved me.
You left again.
In a group of strangers
You disappeared like air.
Am I going to die?
2. Poetry about listening attentively
1, white lies are beautiful.
People should be ready to help others. Although the lotus is good, it needs green leaves to support it. A fence hits three piles, and a hero needs three help.
3. Gratitude is the first step of love-Western proverb
4. Love is the seed of virtue. -Dante
5. Love is another name for understanding. Tagore
6. Life is a flower, and love is dew. Hugo
7. Love is the flame of life. Without it, everything becomes night. -romain rolland
8. Compassion is not out of reluctance, it falls from the sky like dew; It not only gives happiness to those who accept it, but also gives happiness to those who give it. (English Shakespeare)
For me, the meaning of life lies in putting yourself in others' shoes, worrying about others and enjoying their happiness. (Einstein)
10 decades of experience tells me that if you think more about others and less about yourself, you can make fewer mistakes. (Ba Jin)
3. Sentences about listening
Reference:
Listen, cicadas sing lullabies in summer and sing that song over and over again. Aren't you tired of it? Every household heard the sound of the fan. Is it a size six at home? Rotating around the clock, maybe three blades are playing a game: see who catches up with who first, but no matter how hard they try, they keep an eternal distance. But for them, the distance between you and me has become their happiness, because only in this way can they enrich their lives.
I listened to the sound of my heartbeat quietly, and then closed my mouth with a gentle mood, always cherishing the gentle words, the lovely face and the sleepless heart lamp.
Listen to the sound of the sea, wind and rain. There is a butterfly passing lightly, but I can turn around alone. Now, I miss you with the stars, listen to every touch around me and feel every growth in my life.
Sound is like an eternal symbol of time and space disorder, which reveals the time sequence in turn. In the torrent of this season, you and I, all of us will be separated from the past involuntarily, just like birds are separated in the strong wind. In the past, in the stormy years, we will eventually become silent, continue to move from one end of the wind to the other, still moving, missing, sad, loving and forgetting, and then quietly listen to the ubiquitous songs in all forgotten seasons.
Listen to the heartbeat and feel the truest feelings inside. Starlight flashing, rare silence, heart, inexplicable throbbing, staring at the night sky outside the window, lonely, but so soft, like lovers when they are quiet. Suddenly, the breathing became lighter. I am afraid to disturb the quiet thoughts at this moment, so I hope that the sun will not rise, the sky will not be bright, and this indifference will not be taken away, so that I can miss you quietly.
4. Listen attentively to beautiful sentences
I found that someone listened to me and couldn't help crying.
Finding someone who listens to me is actually finding hope. That day, when I was playing, my finger was hurt by a hammer and I wanted to help, but "no one at home and no one will hear me cry." How lonely and helpless I am. I had to pin my hopes on the elf named "Information Desk". Hearing Susan's gentle voice, my lonely heart was suddenly comforted and finally burst into tears. This is not only a painful cry caused by pain, but also a happy cry that finds hope in loneliness.
Elves always answer my questions patiently and explain them to me again and again.
In my memory, Susan is an all-knowing elf. Susan faced the simple and naive question of "I", just like a mother "patiently answered my question and explained it to me over and over again." In the heart-to-heart communication, the hearts of two people came together and formed a mother-child friendship. This sentence vividly describes Susan's love. Although the language is simple, it is very touching to read.
Do you know that this lovely bird is going to sing in another world?
My beloved canary suddenly died. I am not only in pain, but also full of fear of death. How to dissolve the inner pain and not let death leave me too much fear? Susan adopted a better way of saying it. Yes, the bird went to another world to sing. What a wonderful thing! Listening to this, the shadow hanging over the child's heart immediately dissipated and happiness returned to the child's side. This shows Susan's kindness and optimism.
But I really want to know Susan, a person I've never met but who looks like my second mother.
"Meeting" means meeting. Susan is described as "like my second mother", which shows my love for Susan. Susan is not my mother. We have never met. It is the telephone line that connects them closely: Susan, like her mother, listens to my heart patiently, helps me when I am in trouble and comforts me when I am in pain. This is the real reason why "I" grew up and left my hometown to see Susan and know how to answer the phone. This article also paved the way for the later "I" to take the initiative to contact Susan after returning home, which promoted the development of the plot.
5. Good words and sentences about "listening"
spiritual song
Year: Song Author: Wang Huaijian Style: Ci
Wuyi is an idle cloud, blown down by the wind from the top of Qingyuan. It's not too cold to be surrounded by a beautiful stream. Tile kettle contention, silk tung a song, the whole city to listen.
Chao Ran Pavilion Piano Night Talk
Year: Song Author: Chen Geng School:
Yuqin played a song "Deng Qing", and the fairy mouse flew to the guest room.
Taoist priests can talk about Zhao and listen to mountain gods late at night.
See Zheng Tianxiu off
Year: Song Author: Song Qi School
Skip the car and turn to the southeast. Pan Hui has worn a shirt for many years.
After a thousand days of drunkenness and loneliness, a book will be empty when it is opened and closed.
Hatred must be set on Wang Suncao. If he is safe, let him sail.
Listen to the curtain and play praises. In the Qing Dynasty, I would rather avoid blushing.
6. Sentences about listening to sounds
Misty rain, white fog, quietly, the rainy season is coming again. The scenery in our area is like a new face-melancholy, which often makes us feel the omen of upcoming rain in our hearts.
Often after the rain, the sky appears bright and lively, and Yun Lan white clouds work together to drive away the dark clouds, hoping to usher in a clear sky; But, looking at the wet ground; When the green leaves with raindrops are swaying slightly in the air after the rain; I don't have much hope for this vision, so let it be. Staring at the needle-shaped fish sticks, I suddenly feel that the rain is so cute that I feel lingering when I touch it; Looking into the distance, it is always interesting with the rain, and only the rain can decorate the wonders of this summer and give more beautiful spiritual enjoyment. I couldn't help admiring it and fell in love with the gentle drizzle.
Rainy nights add a lot of rainy melodies. After I was late for school, I braved the cold air and the dense Mao Mao rain. Even in hot weather, my heart seems to be transparent and cool. In the dormitory, the dull atmosphere is as refreshing as when it doesn't rain. In an instant, the command bell rang and the room was surprisingly quiet. You can clearly hear the crisp sound of raindrops falling outside the window. Hometown is a lullaby that nature gives to everything. Listening to the sound of rain on such a night, I can't help feeling very much-a few days ago, occasionally it rained obliquely, and there would be disturbing frogs at night, which lasted until midnight, many times more than now. As the rain continued to fall, people gradually fell asleep &; hllip& amphllip
In the early morning, the rain is dependent on each other, the birds are ringing and the bells are ringing. Wow, this is a fairyland! It is not only the drizzle that jumps over the eyes, but also the dense fog that blocks the vision. It was a vast expanse of whiteness, and the exclamation of surprise kept echoing in my ears. Only the top of the cluster of trees is exposed, which is in line with the scenery, just like grass. The distant crops-villages are also shrouded in fog, and all eyes are white. Although the fog is thick, the scenery is unique. All the plants in the garden have been treated by rain, which is very dazzling.
Rain is ordinary, but it reveals profound extraordinary. Just like a wilderness, how do you know there is a gold mine under it without digging? As the saying goes, how can you know its beauty if you don't listen?
It's raining in Mao Mao, and raindrops are playing a "Tick-tock Song". Listen! "Didi, da da", this is the sound of light rain and heavy rain at the end of the storm.
At first, it was just a "rustling" rain, which fell from the sky like an elf and gently fell to the ground like a silver hair. It fluttered into the soil and opened a flower on the ground with a bang. Fine soft rain silk is woven into a big net, hanging from the clouds to the ground. Looking from a distance at home, it's just a hazy expanse, and you can't see anything clearly, just like Du Mu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, said in "Poems of Jiangnan Spring": There were 480 temples in the Southern Dynasties, and there were many terraces in the misty rain.
Suddenly, in an instant, the raindrops are densely connected into a line. Like a big bead curtain, with a bang, heavy rain fell from the sky like the sky collapsed. In the sound of raindrops, the boundaries between heaven and earth are not so clear, but all are muddy yellow. From the outside, it's all muddleheaded and you can't see anything clearly. I just feel that the rain from the roof gathers into a stream in the street.
7. A beautiful paragraph about listening
Everyone has a clear spring in his heart, which washes your soul and nourishes your life.
Just because of the complexity of daily trivial life, it masks her beautiful voice and blurs her clarity and transparency. The night is quiet, and nature is silent.
At this moment, you can remove the heavy mask, remove the fence of the heart garden and really look at yourself. In the depths of life, you finally hear a leisurely and crisp voice. This is a poem of truth, goodness and beauty.
Like a shower, like a spring breeze, soft and meaningful. The moon is hidden and the stars are present, and the wind is light.
At this time, you can face up to your naked conscience and get out of the secular fan box. At the height of your soul, you finally feel an inevitable rhythm. This is a true, good and beautiful song! Like the bright moon, like the autumn sun, indifferent and quiet.
Walking against the wind, whenever you look back at the bumps and mud behind you, one after another, one after another, your heart will suddenly surge ... finally you realize that life does not believe in tears, and failure does not mean killing success! There is no eternal luck in the world to make you complacent forever. What are the eternal misfortunes in the world to make you miserable forever? The glory of life is not ordinary, but mediocre! So think more about when the spring breeze is proud, as long as you don't betray the original intention of beauty; When you are embarrassed and frustrated, look forward to it a little more, as long as you don't make up a bitter dream that you don't wake up! Put out jealousy like fire with your heart, wash away vanity like dust with your heart, and life will be infinitely relaxed. Whispering hearts clearly tell you that people's hearts are not as sinister as you think, and life is not as gloomy and heavy as you render! Stay away from despicable fights, avoid worldly disputes, approach Ding Dong's heart, listen to Ding Dong's heart … relive a beautiful mood; Soothe a tired heart; Looking back on the cold life.
Listen to your heart and let your thoughts go deep and pure; Listen to your heart and make your life richer and more vivid.