This is a harmonious and touching symphony. Please listen attentively. ...
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In the early morning, the mountains and clouds are full of fairy-tale mystery; The spirits active in the Woods are full of vitality in silence. When they looked up, they couldn't find the source of the sound. They are hidden in the clouds of nature, sometimes gentle and sometimes lively. What is this? I listened carefully, maybe it was their own forest chord!
I walk in the forest, the ground is covered with thick fallen leaves, and there will be a slight rustling when I step on it. A canary is flying over my head. I don't know if I woke her up or if her beautiful singing attracted me.
Let's go The mountain wind is blowing, and the sound of pines is so vigorous and broad. Looking around, all over the mountains, occasionally dotted with farmhouse music, vaguely smelled a few dog barks, and suddenly crowed. At this time, there was the sound of running water, that kind of clever voice.
Voice, pulling me to pursue. Passing through a bamboo forest, a stream appeared in front of us. This stream is neither wide nor deep. Many pebbles are scattered among them, and occasionally some large ones are exposed to the water. The stream rushes by, jumping and chasing.
Play, play between rocks. Then, they get together and sing cheerful songs and walk in the forest. ...
I tread the song of the stream, pursue forward and pursue more melodies ...
The stream finally flows into a lake-this is the first time I have seen such a beautiful picture-and the lake is full of smoke. Is the fish cooked early? Or is this the Yaochi in the sky? Cangshan, forest and sky are like mirrors.
The lake is full of them, and I am immersed in this beautiful picture ... "Glug ~" sounds like ripples, washing away the mountains and trees in this painting ... Who is naughty? Looking up, it turned out to be two little squirrels.
Playing in the trees by the lake, their happiness has infected the proud pine tree, which is also trembling slightly! The pine cone on that branch fell with a bang.
The sky gradually lit up, the morning fog began to dissipate, and the birds were still very happy. At the same time, various sounds began to diffuse in the forest. I just sat on a piece of bluestone, quietly intoxicated by the lark's singing and dancing.
The rustle of ants crawling over dead leaves, the crunch of seeds sprouting from shells ... The symphony of nature is the song of the soul in the depths of the forest ... Only when thoughts flow like water can we find that the original heart will listen and hear the harmonious voice.
Operator, fingertips will vibrate. ...
Climb to the top of the mountain, the sun shines on the earth, and the mountain is at your feet. Intoxicating forest symphonies are floating around with clouds: birds singing, streams spinning, insects singing, plants singing ... I step on the land under my feet and feel the vibrant pulse from nature, just like the melody floating in the golden hall. It is so elegant and harmonious that we grow up in this harmony, just like the fragrance of the forest under our feet. ...