The big strings are noisy like the rain, and the small strings are like whispers.
Noisy and jumbled bullets, big and small beads falling onto the jade plate.
The orioles in Guan Guan are talking at the bottom of the flowers, and the water from the quiet spring is flowing down the beach.
The water spring is cold and astringent, the strings are condensed, and the condensation will never pass, and the sound gradually stops.
Don’t feel sad and resentful. Silence is better than sound at this time.
The silver bottle bursts out, and the water slurries burst out, and the cavalry stands out with swords and guns.
At the end of the song, the plucked strings are carefully drawn, and the sound of the four strings is like cracking silk.
2. Listen to the sound quietly, the sound is flowing out with the accompaniment of the saxophone. Very slow, very emotional.
Following that sound, I saw the autumn in the Iowa prairie. The autumn wind was rustling, and the misty and rich autumn colors were filled there. The colors were as melancholy as thick fog. Under the thick fog lies Robert's long and helpless longing.
3. The cello is talking in a soothing and low voice, and the sweet texture is like the river bank where thousands of sails have passed. The voice was full of color, low and long, like a man speaking hoarsely and slowly, but yet so tragic and brilliant. The sound was full of desolate walking, heavy and pious. I saw a small boat moored on the shore, floating leisurely. I was gently carried to the shore by the wind, and was drowned by the loneliness of the night, outside the fishing fire and moonlight. That voice passed through the past years, driving the small sail helplessly, with long-lasting love and long-lasting love.
4. "Listen carefully, there is a deep thumping sound in the sound of the waves. To be precise, this sound does not come from the waves, but from the countless colorful pebbles on the beach, which follow the waves. The waves, advancing or receding, collided, pushed, and jumped in the water. Their frolics spread rapidly along the thousands-meter-long shore, and the earth trembled. The sound of rolling stones is like the beating of thousands of golden drums. What is the sound of waves? It is the chorus of sea water and the earth, the communication between land and ocean." Then the author wrote: "Facing the vast sea. , I seem to understand the sound of the waves: she is a balanced and powerful pulse, a deep and even breathing. She tells us that on the journey of life, despite the unpredictable circumstances, the ups and downs of the world, and the good times and bad times, people should be like this. Like the sea, although there will be strong ambitions and surging hearts, one should always have a normal heart. "Excerpted from Lu Zhiqiang's essay "Listening to the Waves in Midsummer"
5. Thousands of bees buzzing under the flowers. It was so noisy...
6. After singing more than ten lines, he gradually sang higher and higher, and suddenly he picked up a tip, like a wire thrown into the sky... He sang to the extremely high three or four. After folding, it suddenly fell, and it tried its best to gallop its spirit of thousands of twists and turns, like a flying snake circling half-way through the thirty-six peaks of Huangshan Mountain, twisting and turning several times in an instant. From then on, the singing became lower and thinner, and the sound gradually became inaudible.
7. At first it was played the same as the Green Bamboo Weng, but later it turned higher and higher. The music of the piano turned up with ease, with ease and ease.
8. The sound of the flute gradually becomes louder and gentler, just like a flute player approaching slowly while blowing. The sound of the flute is clear and beautiful, high and low, soft and loud, and when it reaches the extreme low level, After circling for a few times, it deepened again. Although it was extremely low and thin, every syllable was still clearly audible. Gradually, there are occasional pearls jumping in the bass, crisp and short, one after another, the complex sounds gradually increase, first like the splashing of a singing spring, and then like a group of flowers blooming in bloom, and even more interspersed with the chirping of birds, each other singing and me, gradually The birds have left, the spring flowers have fallen, but the sound of rain is heard, and it is a desolate and solemn scene. The drizzle is continuous, if it is absent, and finally everything is silent.
9. The rain in March is like countless small hands, hitting the keys of the forest leaves, playing a hymn of spring.
Rain and mist sprinkled on the bamboo leaves, rustling like a girl stroking the strings of a piano, like spring silkworms devouring mulberry leaves.
The tinkling sound of rain all night beats the gongs for spring plowing and beats the drums for sowing.
10. Listen, that is the oriole singing. It is like a skilled soprano, singing a gentle and gentle tune that makes people clap their hands and applaud. Who hums that majestic voice? Oh, it turned out to be an eagle, and its voice was so powerful. "Squeak", the sound of this little bug is like a violin played by a musician. Although I don't know its name, I am sure it is an excellent musician.
"Got it!" As soon as I heard this sentence, I knew who it was. It was a cicada, but could it only sing this song? The sounds of many insects and birds merged into a unique symphony in my ears. How intoxicating and fascinating it is!