Early cicada Tang Bai Juyi-On the seventh day of June, cicadas sang on the river. In the deep leaves of heather, there are two or three sounds at dusk.
Pipa goes hand in hand with Tang Bai Juyi-big strings hum like rain, small strings whisper like dense. Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade. Between Guan Ying's words, the bottom of the flower is slippery, so you can't swallow the spring scenery and flow under the ice. The ice spring is cold and astringent, and the strings condense, and the condensation will never stop. The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice. A silver vase suddenly burst, pouring out a stream of water, jumping out of the conflict and blow between armored horses and weapons. Before she put down the pick, her stroke was over, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk.
The rooster crows at dawn, Tang-at dawn, the rooster crows in the forest and falls into the frog palace with a sound. Two calls to break the pillow dream, three pedestrians smoke sea red.
Chicken Tang Cui Dao Rong-windy and rainy night in the mountains, I want to crow before dawn.
Give Tang Geng a cold snap-who did it? It rang long ago and repeatedly covered the steps.
Playing the flute, Du Fu in the Tang Dynasty-playing the flute in autumn is clear, the wind and the moon are clear, and making heartbroken sounds skillfully.
Li Bai, the Tang Dynasty flute in Los Angeles on a spring night-his flute flies in the dark, and the spring breeze fills Los Angeles.
Smell the flute sound of the Tang Dynasty, Rong Yu-I miss it in the dead of night, and the flute sound is even sadder.
Bai Juyi-Shu Mu Tong Gu, Chu Si Qing Yun. Play slowly, play slowly, a dozen times in the middle of the night.
In the wind, the Qin and Lu Tong in the Tang Dynasty-thirteen emblems, five tones and six rhythms, dragons singing and humming and thinking.
Listen to the piano and Meng Jiao in Tang Dynasty —— Whispering the rain and turning oak leaves.
Tang Huangfu Ran, a sad ape endowed with Tao, went deep into the Woods and entered the lonely city.
Wuxia listened to the howling of the no.1 ape-Bajiang ape, and it was painful and rang into the passenger ship. Lonely pillow breaks dreams, three sounds follow the breeze.
Describe by voice:
Early cicada Tang Bai Juyi-On the seventh day of June, cicadas sang on the river. In the deep leaves of heather, there are two or three sounds at dusk.
Pipa goes hand in hand with Tang Bai Juyi-big strings hum like rain, small strings whisper like dense. Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade. Between Guan Ying's words, the bottom of the flower is slippery, so you can't swallow the spring scenery and flow under the ice. The ice spring is cold and astringent, and the strings condense, and the condensation will never stop. The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice. A silver vase suddenly burst, pouring out a stream of water, jumping out of the conflict and blow between armored horses and weapons. Before she put down the pick, her stroke was over, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk.
The rooster crows at dawn, Tang-at dawn, the rooster crows in the forest and falls into the frog palace with a sound. Two calls to break the pillow dream, three pedestrians smoke sea red.
Chicken Tang Cui Dao Rong-windy and rainy night in the mountains, I want to crow before dawn.
Give Tang Geng a cold snap-who did it? It rang long ago and repeatedly covered the steps.
Playing the flute, Du Fu in the Tang Dynasty-playing the flute in autumn is clear, the wind and the moon are clear, and making heartbroken sounds skillfully.
Li Bai, the Tang Dynasty flute in Los Angeles on a spring night-his flute flies in the dark, and the spring breeze fills Los Angeles.
Smell the flute sound of the Tang Dynasty, Rong Yu-I miss it in the dead of night, and the flute sound is even sadder.
Bai Juyi-Shu Mu Tong Gu, Chu Si Qing Yun. Play slowly, play slowly, a dozen times in the middle of the night.
In the wind, the Qin and Lu Tong in the Tang Dynasty-thirteen emblems, five tones and six rhythms, dragons singing and humming and thinking.
Listen to the piano and Meng Jiao in Tang Dynasty —— Whispering the rain and turning oak leaves.
Tang Huangfu Ran, a sad ape endowed with Tao, went deep into the Woods and entered the lonely city.
Wuxia listened to the howling of the no.1 ape-Bajiang ape, and it was painful and rang into the passenger ship. Lonely pillow breaks dreams, three sounds follow the breeze.
Wei Wuying, on the Xixi River in Chuzhou.
Alone, grass grows by the stream, and orioles sing on the trees. The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing.
2. Poem describing sound 1 Bai Juyi: Pipa-Pipa-Pipa-Pipa-Pipa-Pipa-Pipa-Pipa-Pipa-Pipa-Pipa-Pipa-Pipa-Pipa-Pipa-Pipa-Pipa-Pipa-Pipa
Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets.
Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade.
Guan Yingying's ass was slippery when she spoke, and we heard a stream sobbing painfully on the beach.
By checking its cold touch, this string seems to be broken, as if it can't pass; And notes, fade away.
The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice.
A silver vase suddenly burst, pouring out a stream of water, jumping out of the conflict and blow between armored horses and weapons.
Before she put down the pick, her stroke was over, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk.
2 Lu Xun has a poem "Giving Gifts" (the second poem): "The Qin female lets jade kites fly, and Liang Chen warms the night wind, and suddenly the ice strings are ringing, and the stars are ringing all over the sky."
3 guzheng poems
I couldn't stop singing last night.
It's already midnight.
Stand up and walk around the steps alone.
When people are quiet, the moon is bright outside the curtain.
Whitehead is fame.
Old mountain pine and bamboo are old, which hinders the return journey.
I want to talk to Yao Qin.
There are few confidants, who will listen to the broken string?
Xiao Zhongshan of Yue Fei
Zheng mingzhu,
Shining on the golden harp,
In order to attract Zhou Yu's keen eyes,
She sometimes touches the wrong note.
Li Duan listened to zheng.
Under the north window of Guqin,
The night sounds clear and sad.
High chords break easily,
A broken heart cannot bend the road.
Xiaogang is playing guzheng.
There is a divine comedy upstairs,
I want to break my string and urge it again and again.
Jiang Fei listened to the fog and rain,
White waves are flying, and jade is floating.
Call me double phoenix trough,
Give it to orphans in the Three Gorges.
Playing Fang Chundiao with Jun,
Pick up firewood and frost branches.
Su Shi's Guzheng
Qin Zheng speaks out of tune,
Yuzhu sings Qingqu,
The string is high and broken,
The sound continues with the beautiful fingers.
I heard voices around the beam,
Know Yan Ruyu better.
Shen Yue's Ode to Zheng
Beauty is the window of sunshine,
String players play the Zheng in sign language.
The spring breeze blew off the king's ears,
This song is Ascension to Heaven.
Li Bai's Spring Journey
When you are in a remote place, Qin Zheng will reappear.
Zhang Jiuling listened to Zheng.
The bright moon shines on people in ancient times, and the curtain opens to play jade Zheng.
Chang Jian's "Playing the Zheng at Night in Tall Buildings"
Bao Zheng's cymbals are overcast and dusty, and Zhang Jin draws still.
Liao Rong's "Quit the Palace Prostitute"
Why Zheng Qing lingered and Lv Yun was hanged?
Li Bai is visiting prostitutes in Nanting, Handan.
Where to mourn Zheng, follow the urgent principle, cherry blossoms hang down Yongxiang Yangya.
Four Untitled Poems by Li Shangyin
There are still cymbals and kites behind the curtain. It's too late to see them. I don't know.
Zheng Song, a Yao Beauty after the Banquet by Lu Lun.
When a woman is in trouble, her heart is cold.
Fifty Poems of Li Shangyin's "Send the General to Que"
Guzheng plays oriental music, and Qin Xian plays western music.
Li Bai's "Antique" 54
It's breezy in Wansongting, so listen to a piano.
Liu Yuxi's "Hurt Qin Sisters"
The long night is full of affectionate silver, guarding the empty room with fear and jealousy, and can't bear to sleep.
Yu Ya's Autumn Night
Nearly 20 poems by Bai Juyi mentioned Zheng. The poem "Zheng" describes a female pianist's exquisite performance: "The clouds are blue and white, the autumn water cuts off the eyes, and the onions peel off the fingers". Zhang Gui wrote two sentences in "Zheng": "Blue pillars are born in the night wind, and red strings are swallowed by spring water", describing the characteristics of the sound of the Zheng like water. What's more, "Listening to Zheng" and "Jin" in the Romance of the Three Kingdoms written by Li Duan all shine on the golden harp. If you want to take care of her, she touches a wrong sound from time to time. "This poem shows people Zhou Yu's mastery of temperament skills.
The bright moon shines on people, and the curtain opens to play jade Zheng.
The mountain is high and the ape is in a hurry, and the sky is quiet and the geese are singing.
The curvature is still unfinished, and the east wind and summer are half-dead.
Jin Su's guzheng makes a beautiful sound, and the beauty of guzheng sits in front of the jade house.
Trying to please Zhou Lang as much as possible, you see she deliberately dialed the wrong string.
The string urges the column to listen, and the sorrow and resentment of the Qin people are infinite.
It's like chasing the spring breeze to know Liuzhou, just like knowing flowers with birds.
The timbre of guzheng is so elegant, it is the most fashionable piece, exquisite and ingenious.
In the bright moon with purple sleeves and red strings,
Self-playing, self-feeling, dark, low capacity.
Chord coagulation refers to the cessation of pharyngeal sounds,
Don't be sentimental.
The flag of sunset flutters in A?vagho?a (Du Fu went to the fortress).
Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets. Bai Juyi's Pipa Journey
Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade. Bai Juyi's Pipa Journey
3. Describe an ancient poem with sound 1) Lu You (Southern Song Dynasty), Xiao Shanheng of Hongqiao Shi Mei, and Jiang Chunshui Sheng of Baitafan.
The fragrance of flowers makes people know that it is suddenly warm, and the sound of magpies wearing trees makes people happy. The wine in the workshop is still drunk, and the mud in Master Yuan is still old.
I like to be granted full office in advance, year after year, and no official knocks on Chai Jing. 2) "Sleeping at Maple Bridge at Night" (Tang) On a frosty night, Jiang Feng sleeps in the fire.
In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship. 3) "Early Cicada" Bai Juyi (Tang) On the seventh day of June, the cicadas in Jiangtou sang.
In the deep leaves of heather, there are two or three sounds at dusk. 4) "Preface to Pipa" Bai Juyi (Tang) sang the big strings like rain, and the small strings whispered like a secret.
Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade. Between Guan Ying's words, the bottom of the flower is slippery, so you can't swallow the spring scenery and flow under the ice.
The ice spring is cold and astringent, and the strings condense, and the condensation will never stop. The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice.
A silver vase suddenly burst, pouring out a stream of water, jumping out of the conflict and blow between armored horses and weapons. Before she put down the pick, her stroke was over, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk.
5) "Cockcrow" (Tang) At dawn, a rooster crowed in the forest and fell into the frog palace. Two calls to break the pillow dream, three pedestrians smoke sea red.
4. Ancient poems about sound When reading these 19 poems, the surrounding noise seems to have been exhausted and it feels very quiet. I can't describe it exactly. A tone divorced from the times is the ultimate product under the background of the times. Those hesitations, those confusions, those sorrows and those thoughts.
Every time I read it, my heart trembles! One of the lines is very heavy and divorced from your life.
Since then, you and I have traveled thousands of miles, I am in heaven, and you are in heaven. It's a long way to Xiu Yuan, and it will be safe.
North Malaysia is still attached to the north wind, south birds fly north, and nest in the south branch. The longer they are apart, the wider they become and the thinner they become.
Wandering clouds cover the sun, and wanderers are reluctant to return in foreign countries. Just because I want you to age me, another year will soon end.
There are many other things to say, just wish you take care of yourself and don't be hungry and cold. The second is the grass by the green river and the willow in the dark garden.
Yingying is a woman upstairs with eyes as bright as windows. E-E's pink makeup makes her hands delicate.
I used to be a prostitute, but now I'm a slut. It's hard to stay in an empty bed without going home.
The third is the cypress on the green mausoleum and the stone in Leilei River. Life between heaven and earth is like a passer-by.
Drink and socialize, talk thick but not thin. Driving a car, playing the game of Wanhe Luo.
Why are you depressed in Romania? The crown belt is self-contained. Long winding paths lead to secluded and narrow lanes, and princes live first.
The two palaces face each other at a distance, and the double gap exceeds 100 feet. Very entertaining, why pretend to be forced? Fourth, today is a good banquet, and it is difficult to express the feelings of joy.
The timbre of guzheng is so elegant, it is the most fashionable piece, exquisite and ingenious. A virtuous person speaks highly of music and knows the true meaning of musicians.
The true meaning of music is everyone's common wish, but no one wants to say it sincerely. Life is like a Lv Ji, only I am like dust, which is blown away by the wind in an instant.
Why don't you want to go ahead, be an official first, and enjoy the wealth. Doing nothing and keeping poor and humble, there are tall buildings in the northwest, and clouds are floating.
Cross sparse junction window, aging third order. There is a string song on the floor, with a sad voice! Who can compose this song? No one is Qi Liang's wife.
Merchants in the Qing Dynasty drifted with the wind in the Middle Song Dynasty. Sighing again and again, generosity is more than sadness.
I don't care whether the singer is bitter or not, but I hurt my bosom friend. I would like to fly high for two swans.
The sixth is to collect hibiscus and lanzedo herbs in the river. Who wants to leave, Philip Burkart.
Looking back at my hometown, it's a long way. I am bent on leaving home and worried to death.
Bright and shining in July, promoting the east wall. Yuheng refers to Meng Dong, and the stars are vivid.
Thousands of years of exposure to weeds, the season suddenly changes. In the woods of Qiu Chan, this mysterious bird died peacefully.
Yesterday, I was a friend of the same family, holding high and shaking six purlins. If you don't want to join hands, you will abandon me like a relic.
There is a fight between the north and the south, and the morning glory does not bear the yoke. What's the use of not having a solid name? Eight Ran Ran foxes were born with bamboo. They are rooted in Mount Tai.
I'm newly married to you, and Tutsi is attached to her daughter. Sometimes, it is suitable for couples.
I married you thousands of miles away from home, just married, and you left me. Acacia bitter years destroy old youth is limited, so I hope my husband's success can be rewarded as soon as possible. I am a self-evident, pure and pure orchid, which is in bud and ready to be presented to you.
I'm afraid to collect when you don't come back, and the autumn rain will wither like autumn grass in the wind. You keep noble sentiments and loyal love, then I will only wait for you. There are strange trees in Jiuting, and the green leaves are gorgeous.
Climbing a pole and folding its glory will be a legacy. The incense is full of sleeves, and the road is long.
This thing is expensive, but it feels different from then. Ten miles away, Altair, Jiao Jiao Hehan female.
Skillful hands, make a loom. There is no chapter all day, and tears are pouring down.
The river is clear and shallow, and there are many differences. Between water and water, there are no words.
Eleven, get into the car and drive, take a long walk. Looking around, the east wind shakes the grass.
You can't get old quickly when you meet something for no reason. The ups and downs are different, and it is not early to stand up.
Life is not a stone, how can we live longer? Elections are materialized, and honor is precious. The twelfth East City is tall and long and belongs to itself.
The wind is moving back and the autumn grass is green. Change at four o'clock, how fast it takes a year! The morning breeze is painstaking and the crickets are cramped.
What is self-termination? Zhao Yan has many beautiful women, and this beautiful woman is Yan Ruyu. Get dressed, and when you are a family, clean up the music.
What a sad voice! The string is urgent, the column is urgent. Chi Qing untied the towel belt and chatted thoughtfully.
Think of it as a flying swallow holding a mud nest in your house. Thirteen drove to the East Gate and looked at Guo Bei's grave.
Poplar rustling, pine and cypress wide. There are old and dead people, and there are long twilight years.
Sleeping in a grave won't last a thousand years. The vast yin and yang move, and life is like morning dew.
Life is suddenly like sending, and life is not solid. Long live and send more, saints can't do it.
Seeking immortality by eating is mostly caused by medicine. Why don't you drink some wine and wear tens of thousands of sous?
Fourteenth, the day of the dead is sparse, and the day of the living is near. Looking straight outside Guo's door, I saw the mountains.
The ancient tomb plows the fields, and the pine and cypress destroy the wages. Poplar hates Taiwan, rustling sorrow kills people! Thinking about going home, I want to go home for no reason.
Life is less than 15 years old 100 years old, and I often worry that I am chitose. The days are short and the nights are long. Why not travel by candlelight? If you are happy to arrive in time, why can't you stay here? Fools cherish expenses, but they are despised by future generations.
Fairy Wang Ziqiao, it's hard to wait. Sixteen-year-old, cloudy and sad.
The cool wind rate has been severe, and the wanderer is cold and naked. Brocade left, and my robe clung to me.
I stayed alone for a long night and dreamed of seeing Rong Hui. My hero only likes the ancient times, and it is beneficial to go to the Sui Dynasty.
May you always smile and drive home hand in hand. It won't take long, and it's not too heavy.
How can you fly in the wind without the wings of the morning wind? Look comfortable and draw a distant picture. Just lean against my heart and feel sad, cry and touch my Shuang Ye.
The winter is cold and the north wind is miserable. Full of melancholy, the night is longer, looking up at the stars listed in the sky.
Three or five full moons, four or five short toads. A guest from afar brought me a letter.
The letter first said that he often missed me, and then said that he had been separated for a long time. This letter is placed on the chest in the sleeve, and it is still indelible after three years of writing.
I love you with all my heart, I'm afraid you don't understand. Eighteen guests came from afar, leaving me alone.
Thousands of miles apart, the heart is still good. Cai Wenshuang Yuan Yang, cut into lovesickness quilt.
With Sauvignon Blanc, fate is indissoluble. Who can leave here when painting with glue? September is bright, according to the latitude of my bed.
Too sad to sleep, wandering around in clothes. Although the guests are happy, it is better to turn back early.
Who should you sue when you leave home alone? Back to my room, tears stained my clothes.
5. Bai Juyi, an ancient poem about sound, plays the pipa:
"Big strings hum like rain, and thin strings are as low as whispers."
Original poem:
In the evening, I bid farewell to a guest on Xunyang River. Maple leaves and mature rushes rustle in autumn.
I, the host, have dismounted, my guest has boarded his boat, and we raise our cups, hoping to drink-but, alas, there is no music.
Although we drank a lot of wine, we were not happy. When we were leaving each other, the river mysteriously widened in the direction of the full moon.
We heard a sudden sound, a guitar crossed the water, the host forgot to go home and the guests left.
We followed the melody, asked the player's name, and the voice was interrupted ... and then she reluctantly answered.
We moved the boat closer to hers, invited her to join us, and summoned more wine and lanterns to start our party again.
However, before she came to us, we called a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar from us.
... she turned the tuning pin and tested several strings, and even before she played, we could feel her feelings.
Every string is a kind of meditation, and every note is a kind of deep thinking, as if she were telling us the pain of her life.
She frowned and bent her fingers, then started her music and talked about endless things in your heart.
Take your time, first the air in the rainbow skirt, then the six small ones.
Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets.
Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade.
Between Guan Ying's words, the bottom of the flower is slippery, and spring water flows along the beach.
By checking its cold touch, the string seems to be broken, which makes us never stop.
The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice.
A silver vase suddenly burst, pouring out a stream of water, jumping out of the conflict and blow between armored horses and weapons.
Before she put down the pick, her stroke was over, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk.
The east ship was silent, and the west ship was silent. We saw the white autumn moon entering the river.
Put it on the strings thoughtfully, straighten clothes and gather customers.
Tell us how she spent her girlhood in the capital and lived in her parents' house in Toad Hill.
She mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, and her name ranked first in the list of musicians.
Song often teaches excellent talents, and her beauty is the envy of all the leading dancers.
How did the aristocratic youths in Wuling compete generously? Countless red silks were given to a song.
And the blood color of the skirt was stained by wine, China.
Season after season, joy followed, and neither the autumn moon nor the spring breeze attracted her attention.
My brother joined the army and my aunt died. Night after night passed and her beauty disappeared.
There were fewer and fewer cars and horses in front of the door, and finally she married herself to a businessman.
Who, first of all, stole money, accidentally left her and went to Fuliang to buy tea a month ago.
Go to Jiangkou to watch the boat in the air, and the moon sails around the boat in cold water.
Sometimes in the middle of the night, she dreams of her victory and is awakened from her dream by her hot tears.
Her first guitar note made me sigh. Now, after listening to her story, I feel even sadder.
We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? .
A year ago, I left the capital and came here. Now I am a sick Jiujiang exile.
Jiujiang is so far away that I haven't heard music, neither strings nor bamboo sounds for a whole year.
I live in a small town near the river, which is low and humid. Huang Lu bitter bamboo is born around the house.
What can you hear here in the morning and evening? The cuckoo's bleeding cry, the ape's sobbing.
I often pick up the wine and drink it alone in the spring morning with flowers and the autumn night with moonlight shining.
Of course, there are folk songs and bagpipes in the village, which are hard to hear.
Tonight, when I heard you playing the guitar, I felt that my hearing was illuminated by wonderful music.
Don't leave us. Come, sit down. Play it for us again. I will write a Long song about guitar. ..
... she was moved by my words, stood there for a while, and then sat down to play her strings-they sounded even sadder.
Although the tune was different from what she had played before, all the listeners covered their faces.
But which of them cried the most? , this Jiujiang officer. My blue sleeves are wet.
Apes on both sides of the strait can't stop crying, and the canoe has passed Chung Shan Man (ape) Li Bai.
The rain is gurgling outside the curtain, and the spring scenery is fading (rain) Li Yu.
If you don't listen to the sound of leaves beating in the Woods, why don't you sing Slow Walking (Rain) Su Dongpo?
The flag of sunset flutters in A?vagho?a (Du Fu went to the fortress).
6. About words and sentences. There are 20 words, the sentence 10. 1. Words 1, Shasha 2, Baba 3, Tute 4, Xili Huala 5, Baba Pong 6, Puff Puff 7, Whining 8, Didi Dada 9, Outside the Extruder 10, Ding Ting Dang. Bang bang 14, scratching 15, bang bang 16, chirping 17, whirring 18, knocking/kloc-. Considering the real life, you will know yourself better, set your short-term goals better, consider the long-term direction of life better, and handle the relationship with others better, and have a thought about all this. Go ahead, only cicadas are chirping. Looking up, I saw thrush and cuckoo jumping around the tree, as happy as a fairy. Such a poetic picture. I hurried to Xiao Lin. It turned out to be a winding stream. The stream is crystal clear, there are countless pebbles, and small fish swim happily in the water. Nature played another song for us. I like the sound of running water, because its crisp sound makes people feel happy. I like the sound of people whispering, because the world will not be so noisy; I like the crisp sound of birds, because it tells me that spring is coming; I like the sound of flowers, because we have grown up when they bloom; Sound is a symphony of nature, which brings us joy. 4. I yearn for the sound of leaves colliding, just like the moonlight music played by the pianist, but it seems to be slowly swallowed up by the noise of the city. It was really unfair in the world, leaving us only an accompaniment, which I could only hear sporadically when I was on campus. I accidentally heard that an old man was guarding a large camphor tree forest and wanted to see it. 5. By the stream, the stream is gurgling, another day. They made a rustling sound. This is a happy voice because they are looking for a better tomorrow, the vast world they dream of, and the unpredictable future. 6. The rustling of light rain woke me up. Walking into the Woods, I heard birds chirping in the distance, as if to say, "Spring is coming, wake up!" " I walked over and heard the stream flowing like my sister's long hair. I listened to it sing and ran with it. The tinkling sound of spring water seemed to be playing a cheerful beat, and I quietly forgot all my troubles. There is wonderful music on campus. As long as you listen attentively, you will hear it. In the early morning, birds are singing happily, and cars are "walking" on the road, making a "drip" sound. I also heard the teacher rushing to the office. The sound of the morning urges us forward like a trumpet. 8. There are many sweet voices and birds singing around my life, which makes me happy. The teacher's teaching voice enriched my knowledge; The horn of the car reminds me of safety; And the rustling of grass, telling me that time is passing. However, no matter how beautiful these sounds are, they will never be as wonderful as all things in nature. Sitting under a big tree, a refreshing wind blows, and the tree can always sing "rustling". Every leaf makes its own unique sound, as if a large orchestra were singing for you alone. That voice will come to your mind. I can drive away my troubles unconsciously and no longer feel insignificant. 9. I like listening to music alone. Put on headphones, or turn on the speaker, adjust the volume and close your eyes. It was dark all around, as if I were in the chaos of ignorance. At this time, a wisp of song came, just like a breeze blowing in front of my eyes, a white cloud drifting, a spring rain drifting. 5438+00, life, there will always be all kinds of voices around us: the rumble of trains, the chirping of birds, the rain and thunder of nature, seemingly simple and natural "heartfelt" words, in fact, are telling people the special significance behind them. Holding up a splash, I heard it clearly from me: 55438+0 1. The flying water drops are like pearls. They are very beautiful. 12. The wonderful natural sound is both moving and charming. This kind of sound is impossible for human beings to play. The voice of nature is a very unique voice. Listen, what a wonderful sound Uncle Feng plays with his accordion! Wow-wow-the voice is sometimes slow, sometimes urgent, sometimes gentle, sometimes dignified, sometimes sad, sometimes cheerful; Hehe, Uncle Feng is really a versatile musician.