Words and poems describing the sounds of nature

1. Please also copy some words or poems describing the sounds of nature

1. Wind

2. Author: Li Qiao

It sheds three autumn leaves and can bloom February flowers.

Thousands of feet of waves cross the river, and thousands of bamboo poles slant into it.

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The Master of Furong Mountain Stays in the Snow

Author: Liu Changqing

At sunset, the mountains are far away, The weather is cold and the house is poor.

Chaimen hears dogs barking, and people return home on a snowy night.

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Yao Yao Hanshan Road

Author: Hanshan

Yao Yao Hanshan Road falls by the cold stream.

There are always birds chirping, but there is no one in silence.

The gentle wind blew across my face, and snow accumulated all over me.

There is no sun in the morning and no spring in the year.

Idioms:

Orioles sing and swallows dance

Pattering

Spring gurgling

Running water gurgling

The waves are rolling 2. Ancient poems describing the sounds of nature

The moon is setting, the crows are crying, the sky is covered with frost, and the river maples and fishing fires are facing melancholy. Hanshan Temple outside the city of Suzhou, The bell rings at midnight to arrive at the passenger ship. Zhang Ji's "Night Mooring at Maple Bridge" The sun shines on the incense burner and produces purple smoke, and you can see the waterfall hanging in front of the river in the distance. The water flows down three thousand feet, and it is suspected that the Milky Way has fallen from the sky. Li Bai's "Wanglu Mountain Waterfall" Chaosi Baidi Caiyun In the meantime, thousands of miles of rivers and mountains are returned in one day. The apes on both sides of the bank can't stop crying, and the boat has passed the Ten Thousand Mountains. Li Bai's "Early Departure from Baidi City" The spring is late, and the flowers and trees are luxuriant. The warehouses are harvesting, and the Qi Qi is gathering. ：slow. Huimu: grass and trees. luxuriant: the appearance of lush grass. Canggeng: warbler. 喈喈: birdsong in harmony.蘩: white wormwood. Qiqi: numerous. "The Book of Songs·Xiaoya·Chuche" Spring grass grows in the pond, and garden willows turn into songbirds and songbirds: the singing birds have changed their species. Two sentences say that winter has turned to spring, and the birds have been replaced. In Xie Lingyun's "Climbing the Pond and Up the Stairs" in the Southern Dynasty Song Dynasty, the orioles and swallows danced, and the flowing water on the small bridge turned red and red: Petals are flying. Yuan·Bai Pu's "Tianjingsha·Spring". 3. Ancient poems describing the sounds of nature

The moon is setting, the crows are crying, the sky is covered with frost, the rivers, maples, fishing fires are facing melancholy. At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the bell rang for the passenger ship at midnight. Zhang Ji's "Night Mooring at Maple Bridge"

Purple smoke comes from the incense burner in sunshine, and you can see the waterfall hanging in front of the river in the distance. The flying stream plummeted down three thousand feet, and it was suspected that the Milky Way had fallen into the sky. Li Bai's "Looking at the Lushan Waterfall" said in his dynasty speech that Emperor Bai was among the colorful clouds, and that thousands of miles of rivers and mountains were returned in one day. The apes on both sides of the bank can't stop crying, and the boat has passed the Ten Thousand Mountains. Li Bai's "Early Departure from Baidi City"

Spring is late and the flowers and trees are luxuriant. Cang Geng chops and chops, and picks Qi Qi. Chichi: slow. Huimu: vegetation. luxuriant: the appearance of lush grass. Cang Geng: Oriole. 喈刈: Birds singing in harmony. Fan: white mugwort. Qi Qi: Many. "The Book of Songs·Xiaoya·Chuche"

Spring grass grows in the pond, and the garden willows change into songbirds. Change into songbirds: The singing birds change their species. Two sentences say that as winter turns to spring, the birds have changed. Southern Song Dynasty Xie Lingyun's "Climbing the Pond and Going Up the Stairs"

The orioles sing and the swallows dance, the small bridge and the flowing water are flying red. Flying red: petals are flying. Yuan·Bai Pu's "Tianjingsha·Spring" 4. What are the words that describe the sounds of nature

Buzzing, booming, rumbling, rushing, whirring

1. Buzzing [ wēng wēng ]

1. Make a buzzing sound.

2. It makes a low-key buzzing sound like a flying insect.

3. Natural sounds made by flying insects (such as bees).

Quotation: Han Beiping's "African Night Party·Unfortunate Encounter": "There are more and more guests in the teahouse, and there is a buzzing sound, as if there is a large group of flies swirling around."

2. Bang [hōng lōng]

Describes the sound of thunder, explosions, machinery, etc.: the sound of artillery~~ is loud. ~There was a loud noise and the house collapsed.

Quotation: Chapter 7 of Part 1 of Yang Mo's "Song of Youth": "It roared like thousands of horses galloping, and with another loud bang of the door, the crowd rushed to the third floor like a tide. "The second gate is coming."

3. Rumbling [lóng lóng]

Onomatopoeia. Heavy shaking sound: thunder~. The sound of gunfire~.

4. Huala [ huā lā ]

Describes the sound of impact, water flow, etc.: ~With a sound, the wall fell down. Rain~~underground. Also said wow.

Quotation: Part 1 of Zhou Libo's "The Storm" Part 5: "He became angry and tore the red post into two pieces with a crash."

5. Huhu [ hū hū ]

Onomatopoeia, describing the sound of wind.

Quote: "October" Issue 1, 1981: "[I] stood upright on the truck, the wind whistling past my ears." 5. Good words to describe the sounds of nature. Sentence

Autumn comes quietly, to the fields, to the creek, to the mountains.

The grass in early autumn is not as fresh as spring or as soft as summer. The grass is goose yellow here and green there, like a yellow and green carpet. A fallen sycamore leaf drifted in outside the window. I stared at it for a long time, and realized in a daze that it was a signal from nature to people that autumn has arrived.

The wind blew gently and gently, and the beautiful Cinderella came slowly; the trees began to take off her green summer clothes and put on golden autumn clothes. The fields in autumn are golden, as if the earth has been covered with a golden carpet.

The autumn wind in October blew the earth, and the vast fields were golden. The autumn light is gorgeous, the golden breeze is refreshing, the sea of ??sorghum holds up torches, and the boundless soybeans ring the bells.

Ah, the autumn rain has yellowed the clothes of the sycamore trees, adding a mysterious colorful dress to autumn. The maple trees stand tall and straight. When the autumn wind blows, the leaves make a rustling sound, just like applauding to welcome us! The red leaves on thousands of trees become even more red in late autumn; from a distance, they look like rolling flames.

During the autumn harvest season, the sky is particularly high and blue, the clouds are particularly white and soft, the sun is particularly bright and warm, and the wind is particularly light and fragrant. Autumn is here, the golden breeze is refreshing, the fish and shrimps in the river are getting fatter; the orchards are full of fruits, and there is a scene of harvest everywhere.

Those "Red Guoguang" and "Huang Marshal" are hanging tightly on the trees, hiding behind the leaves, showing their cute fat faces, smiling at the arrival of Miss Qiu. In autumn, when the harvest season comes, the wheat ears flash in the moonlight, the autumn wind rolls in the sorghum field, and the faint sound of soybean rattles floats.

The golden millet has just been harvested, and the sorghum is ripe and red. There are people everywhere on the hillside and in the fields nervous about harvesting. In the fields, rice waves are rolling, the fragrance is fragrant, cotton peaches are blooming, and there is a sea of ??silver.

The bleak autumn wind blew the begonias and wild chrysanthemums in the yard yellow; the few hugging chestnut trees shook off the yellow leaves all over the ground, and the yard was covered with gold. The cool morning breeze brought a lot of autumn flavor, and the dewdrops on the leaves were shaken by the wind and fell to the ground bit by bit.

In autumn, all kinds of flowers and trees have withered, and the small pine trees have also lost their leaves. The autumn wind blows, and the yellow leaves are flying all over the sky, like a group of butterflies, and like small handkerchiefs falling from the sky. The sky in late autumn is as blue as the sea, as if it has been washed by autumn rain; the white clouds are like sailing boats, floating slowly, it is really a refreshing autumn! In the late autumn sky, white clouds floated slowly like spun wool.

The autumn wind galloped across the fields lively, and everything in the fields turned golden. The maple tree on the edge of the lawn began to drop a few yellow and red leaves, and they were flying like birds.

Ah! It turns out that the autumn wind makes the fallen leaves grow wings. Good paragraph. Summer has passed and autumn is coming. The dark green grass has turned yellow and the little flowers have hidden away.

Look, what is so dazzling on the hillside? Ah, it is the gorgeous and colorful red leaves. The red leaves all over the mountain reflect the entire mountain city and the river, as magnificent as the sunset. In autumn, I came to a small farmyard and greeted the bunches of golden corn hanging on the tree enthusiastically. The bright and plump corn kernels showed people the unique beauty of autumn.

Under the eaves, Chili’s face was red with autumn kisses, like a bunch of firecrackers waiting for people to light them. In autumn, when I came to the small river, the cool water carried the excitement of the fish and the swirling waves.

The plump and lively fish are playing and having fun, splashing circles of associations; sometimes, as soon as they see a human figure, they run away as fast as lightning; sometimes, they seem to want to be with you too. People come and go suddenly, as if they were playing games. In autumn, I caught the duck as it was about to go down into the river and took a picture of the crystal dew on its tail.

Autumn leaves the rich fruits to the world, and leaves the beautiful blessings to the world. Autumn flies away with a flutter of sleeves, the branches sway, and the leaves want to follow the footsteps of autumn and fly away in the wind. It made a few spins in the air, and then floated down, leaving behind a beautiful longing and quiet contemplation. In autumn, flying over the fields, people's sweat flows down their cheeks, and their tiredness cannot stop their pleasant laughter. The laughter of harvest breaks the silence of the morning and scares away the geese flying to the south to overwinter.

Qiu came to the orchard, opened her makeup box, and rubbed the apples until they were red, the oranges until they were golden, and the grapes until they were purple... Qiu saw all this, and she felt happy Smiling. In the autumn of the border, the scenery is very charming: the mature crops are spreading their fragrance in the wind; the green mountains and forests are colorfully illuminated by the setting sun.

Beside the road, the late-blooming lilacs swayed their branches leisurely; on the bank of the stream, the densely packed wild jujubes were stained with bright "rouge"... Looking at all this, it was like seeing a picture of Huge color pictures. In the fields, the ripe rice grains are plump and heavy, dancing with the wind, exuding an intoxicating fragrance, and rolling golden waves, like brilliant clouds falling on the fields; the yellow millet is bent straight by the ears of grain. It stood up, but it still swayed with the wind vigorously, as if singing a hymn to the golden fields.

The air is crisp in autumn, the sky is clear, and a few white clouds are floating in the blue sky, like a few waves in the blue waves.

Autumn is here, the boundless land is covered with golden windbreaker, and the tall fruit trees are filled with abundant fruits.

Autumn is richer in brilliant colors than spring. Look, the persimmon trees in the valley to the west are so beautifully red, like a fire.

Many poets and painters in ancient and modern times have praised the color of maple leaves. However, compared to persimmon trees, maple leaves are much inferior. And apples, the famous red banana apples at home and abroad, are also so red, so bright, and so cute.

The Daijinshuai apple is shining with golden color, showing a clear yellow color. The hawthorn tree is studded with red agate-like fruits.

The grapes are even more colorful, the kind called crystal, long, green, crystal clear, as if they were carved out of crystal and jade, and the kind called red rose The ones are bright purple, round and lovely, just like a string of purple pearls... Autumn is the harvest season, sorghum lowers its head and blushes; corn grows a long beard, as if to say: "Come quickly Harvest. "Really, when the autumn wind blows, everything is golden and there are red clouds everywhere.

When the sun was about to set, the green distant mountains were reflected in colorful colors by the setting sun. The breeze blew gently, and the fields exuded a quiet fragrance.

Just. 6. Who knows the poem that describes the sounds of nature?

The moonrise scares the birds, and they sing in the spring stream.

-----Wang Wei 2. Flying birds look up at the black kite. Ling Xuanxu's name is Pianpian.

---- 3. The savages have no calendar, and they know the four seasons by the crow of birds: in February, if you hear the cuckoo, spring plowing cannot be delayed; in March, if you hear the oriole, the young women and silkworms are hungry; in April, if you hear the cuckoo, the house will be home. There are clusters of silkworms; in May the crow calls, and the young seedlings worry about the lush grass. --- Lu You 4. When spring comes, the feathers are in full bloom, and at dusk, they roost in the bamboo forest.

----Gu Kuang 5. Kingfishers come to gather at the right time. Wings fluttering to describe.

----Cai Yong 6. Birds return with wings and fly with wings. ----Tao Yuanming 7. The bird returns with wings and wanders in the forest.

-----Tao Yuanming 8. Yellow birds, yellow birds, don’t gather in □, don’t peck my millet. ----The Book of Songs 9. Cross the yellow bird and stop at the thorns.

Who follows Duke Mu? Zi Che is dying. ---The Book of Songs 10. I was frightened and lost my power. The pink wall is high, what a voice and feathers.

---Zheng Gu.