Urgent ~! Fragments about "Sound Description" and "Color Description"

Voice: A heart that doesn't want to be covered by dust will never be really quiet. As long as it is still jumping, it will draw blood and write the rhythm of life. Either the waves of the Yellow River, the cirrus clouds, the birds singing in the forest, or the wind singing under the moon, intense, leisurely, cheerful, bleak, and more subtle, indescribable awareness, enchanted and unwilling hearts all have the desire to make a sound. The whole meaning of human existence is supported by this precious thing. Without it, there would be no Tang poetry and Song poetry, no Thunderstorm, no green willows in the south of the Yangtze River, and no cold trees in the north. Because of this, people are not satisfied with Beethoven's ninth movement, which gathers the clear water of the Rhine River, irrigates thirsty hearts and makes great achievements called for by human fraternity. With the pace of the times, jazz rock was shaken. A Bing used a poem "Two Springs Reflecting the Moon" to describe the beauty of the world incisively and vividly, and he can be called a great master. However, his sit-in and blue dress failed to set up procedural obstacles for the 12 women's band. They hung the Hu Qin around their waist, twisted their waist branches in pushing the bow with open arms, and showed off their charming navel from time to time. Although some people accuse dressing up is not in line with civil law, they spread the sound of nature and youth on the streets of new york; Spaceships travel in space with earth music, hoping to seek the same understanding of human rhythm on other planets; The pots and pans in the kitchen, even radish and cabbage, have a unique rhythm. In fact, it is a different kind of singing. Snowflakes are flying all over the sky, shining like a piece of silver. Soft as cotton. The snow in my hometown flies freely, making everything so white and holy.

Snowflakes are flying all over the sky, which is amazing. Snowflakes flying all over the sky dance freely under the breeze, as if they were holy goddess messengers, and as if beautiful Snow White came to the world. Snowflakes are so white, spotless, so delicate, so beautiful and so soft.

Snowflakes are fluttering, drifting to the sacred world. Snowflakes fall gently from the sky and keep spinning, so free, so loose, so romantic. Snowflakes are reluctant to leave the white stage in the sky and fall on the ground that has been covered with a layer of silver blanket. There is also a piece of grass held by snowflakes, like a white and flawless painting. Snowflakes hang on willow branches, willow trees become jade leaves, snowflakes hang on poplars, and poplars are all white, like Santa Claus. Snowflakes fell on the stream under the tree, and the frozen stream was like a white silver practice. Snowflakes are so white, whiter than clouds, brighter than silver, cleaner than jade, bright and dazzling, unspeakable, and just around the corner.

Snowflakes are fluttering, bringing the agility of the soul. Snowflakes are fluttering, scrambling to fall from the air. Snowflakes may be obsessed with dancing on the big stage in the air, flying out of their homes-clouds, and they are flying in the air. You look at me and I'll push you. They fluttered slowly in the air and kept shaking from side to side, just like a little girl walking in the forest, careless and thoughtful.

The snow is getting bigger and bigger, flying all over the sky, like a cotton ball, blown by the wind, full of joy, jumping and laughing, free and unrestrained. In this leisurely dynamic, we feel an indescribable sense of quietness in the snowflake fluttering, which can be felt in people's hearts because she is completely white? Or is it because snow is silent? Or her unique charm? It is precisely because of this dynamic silence that we feel the warmth and beauty of snowflakes flying. Maybe she is a portrayal of the ideal kingdom in people's minds, so we exclaim her beauty.

Snowflakes are fluttering, drifting to the flawless world. It snowed heavily, covering almost everything in my field of vision. Snow falls, spilling all of it, and becomes a white world. In this world, everything is white for you, white for me and white for her, which makes you white. White was the real scene. The sky is white, the ground is white, the upstairs is white, the trees are white, the whole world is white, and the heart is white. Even our souls are made of jade.

The falling snow is so lovely, so drizzling, and even her dance in the sky is so wonderful. She is a beautiful little swan. She found a spiritual temple in the sky-the Great Swan Lake.

Snowflakes are fluttering, beautiful, white, lovely and infinitely romantic; Snowflakes are fluttering, flawless, chic and active, which makes our hearts smart.

Snowflakes are still floating, splashing beautiful hearts, washing away all dirt and floating sacred whiteness to every corner of the world.