The same melody touches different eardrums, which may make a world of difference. I have always loved music, and I am often immersed in those jumping notes. Only by listening carefully can we find out where its beauty lies and where its beauty lies.
Cool early summer, quiet and cool autumn, gentle and deep winter, hazy fog, bleak frost, bleak snow, a cup of tea, a dream. The sound waves formed by those simple vibrations can give people such wonderful feelings that people have to admire the magic and artistic charm of nature, the impassioned and unyielding symphony of destiny, the soothing and quiet serenade, the euphemistic and melodious Swan Lake, the tense house of flying daggers, and the desolate and sad reflection of the moon in Erquan, all of which have become familiar melodies in the depths of the public soul, as well as notes existing in their own voice world, light and comfortable over the source of the river, and soft and gentle water.
Life is a drama of sound. We are both composers and listeners. Happy are those who are good at listening. Only by listening carefully can we discover the greatness and beauty of life and the true meaning of life.
Dissolving the moon, the faint wind, the sound leading birds to sing and hunting the west wind, nature shows its inner world in its unique way, and sound is an indispensable method. Have you ever smelled the breath of spring from the cheerful birdsong? Have you ever found the magnificence and brilliance of nature from the sound of waves lapping on the shore? From the roar of dust, do you hear the anger and accusation of nature? Slow down, stop and listen, you will find the beauty of nature and get the voice of nature, and you will benefit a lot.
Man is a child of nature, not a master of nature. Only by knowing the true voice of nature can we live in harmony with Mother Nature.
I have always felt that poetry is a wonderful thing, with both the charm of words and the agility of notes. If you don't believe me, please meditate on "the phoenix tree is more raining", meditate on "the stormy waves beat the shore and rolled up thousands of piles of snow" and meditate on "suddenly looking back, the man was in the dim light". When words drift by, a melody will ring silently in your heart, seemingly nothing, but it really touches your soul.
Poetry is the music of literature and the most beautiful sound written in words. This kind of beauty can only be realized if you are calm as water, close your eyes and listen carefully.
Music is original, and listening to songs is well informed. Life is a drama of sound, so is nature and everything. Sound or silence; Some are as sad as the fifty strings of a golden harp, some are rock-breaking, some are sonorous, and some are melodious as flutes. However, no matter what kind of sound it is, as long as you listen attentively, you can taste its great beauty and its true meaning; Only by listening carefully can we find its soul and enrich our lives.
Listen, it's beautiful