Listen, ding-dong ding-dong. That is the spring water flowing down from the mountain. Ding-Ding Dong-Dong, as if banging on the dulcimer. The sound is so clear and pure that it seems to wash my ears. I seem to see sweet spring water flowing down from the gap in the mountains.
Listen, sasha. That's the wind rustling in the Woods. Sasha vujacic seemed to be waving a sand hammer. The sound is so familiar and close, as if the wind is whispering to me. I feel the wind girl waving to me.
Listen, Twitter. That's singing in the trees the sparrow. Twitter, as if to show off her voice. The sound is so beautiful, so beautiful, as if it were a stage without others. I felt their praise for the beauty of spring.
Added more sounds: goo goo goo, kitten meow, rain clatter, thunder crackle. The sun is a master conductor, and the perineum will clear up soon. When he is buried silently, there will be a thunderstorm, and when he strides forward, a hundred flowers will blossom.
Nature is putting on a concert, which is a symphony and won the highest honor of the year with the most touching songs. I love you, beautiful nature. I want to listen to your songs every day. I will always be your most loyal listener!
Listen to the sounds of nature. There are many wonderful sounds in nature. Because we are usually very busy, we have never experienced the sound of nature. Therefore, we should listen carefully to the sounds of nature and experience the sounds of nature.
Spring has come, and it quickly awakens the sleeping flowers. All the flowers smiled at it, and the animals came out to meet it. Everyone is in a hurry to clean and tidy their home and have a good New Year.
It's too hot in summer, so plants quickly replenish water to avoid dying in the wild. Animals are also buying ice everywhere, and ice sellers are laughing. Many animals are swimming in the water, and farmers start to work. In summer, everyone complains to their younger brothers.
Autumn is slowly coming, and we have a big fight with trees. The tree cried. Animals began to collect food for the winter. Farmers also harvest rice with a smile. Plants are still playing happily. Since autumn, everyone has been very busy.
Winter came quietly, and the animals' homes were covered with layers of snow, so they had to watch TV at home! Many plants are resting. Winter turns the colorful earth into a white world. Not only is it cold and lonely, but the whole forest is quiet.
The wonderful sounds of nature are worth our experience. We don't often hear the voice of nature. So if we go to the mountains, we should listen carefully and avoid wasting this opportunity. If we listen quietly, the sound of nature is wonderful music.
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The voice of nature The voice of nature is the most beautiful, pure and moving.
Listen, ding-dong ding-dong.
That is the spring water flowing down from the mountain.
Ding-Ding Dong-Dong, as if banging on the dulcimer.
The sound is so clear and pure that it seems to wash my ears.
I seem to see sweet spring water flowing down from the gap in the mountains.
Listen, sasha.
That's the wind rustling in the Woods.
Sasha vujacic seemed to be waving a sand hammer.
The sound is so familiar and close, as if the wind is whispering to me.
I feel the wind girl waving to me.
Listen, Twitter.
That's singing in the trees the sparrow.
Twitter, as if to show off her voice.
The sound is so beautiful, so beautiful, as if it were a stage without others.
I felt their praise for the beauty of spring.
Added more sounds: goo goo goo, kitten meow, rain clatter, thunder crackle.
The sun is a master conductor, and the perineum will clear up soon. When he is buried silently, there will be a thunderstorm, and when he strides forward, a hundred flowers will blossom.
Nature is putting on a concert, which is a symphony and won the highest honor of the year with the most touching songs.
I love you, beautiful nature. I want to listen to your songs every day. I will always be your most loyal listener! Written on the spot, I hope you can adopt it in time!
When I was a child, I lived under a tile house. Whenever it rains, I can hear intermittent sad rain.
When I grow up, I live in a reinforced concrete forest, and I can't hear the rain. It seems that my life lacks a lot of aura.
Without something that can make people feel soft and weak, the heart begins to wander slowly.
So I miss the rain in that tile house.
Rain is weak and the lightest thing in the world. It can't knock down heavy reinforced concrete buildings.
Wawu has raindrops on it, jingling and making a pleasant sound.
People who live in huts are also blessed to be close to nature in the rain.
When it rains suddenly, the voice is generous and violent, such as Ma Benteng; The sound of rain has slowed down, and the sound has also weakened, and it gently seeps into your heart, like a breeze in your ear in warm spring.
Tiles seem to be specially designed for rain. They play dutifully, and those who listen to the rain will overflow endless affection.
People like to sit quietly and listen to the rain when their hearts are full of nostalgia and regret.
The old people have the ambition of "lying in the middle of the night listening to the wind and rain and dreaming of the iron horse glacier"; Dying beauty has the bitterness of "raindrops brighten yellow leaves and lights illuminate my bald head"; Acacia lovers have the feeling that "the phoenix tree is raining and will drop at dusk"; Affectionate poets have the daydream that "the small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers."
The sound of rain has become the messenger of people decorating their feelings and pinning their wishes.
In my spare time, I was lucky enough to go back to the place where I used to listen to the rain.
It happened to be raining lightly that day, and I heard the familiar and unfamiliar sound of rain.
In the mist, there is a strange mood in the rain, and we haven't communicated for a long time.
It keeps me away and shows me that it is strange to me, but I can feel the breath of its existence from the deepest part of my consciousness.
There is a sense of carefree waking from a dream and a sense of vicissitudes after confusion.
Oh, what I met in the rain was the self separated from time and space, and it was telling me everything before.
I hesitated. I asked myself, who am I? Still the old me? There is a saying: "Young people listen to singing on the rainy floor, and the red candle is faint."
In the prime of life, the boat is listening to the rain, the river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind.
Now listening to the rain monk Lu, there are stars on his temples.
"Life situation is different, listening to the rain is different.
However, listening to the rain is all about listening to the dialogue of the soul, listening to the flow of true feelings and listening to the flow of years.
In addition to the echo of the years, the sound of rain also brings regrets of the past and melancholy that I want to talk about again.
It seems that only in the light rain of this tile house can the soul breathe and life continue.
The rain is still ringing, just like my real heartbeat. ......
The composition of the sound of nature, the sound of nature is sweet; The voice of nature is rough; The sound of nature is mixed with a little childishness.
When I was a child, during the summer vacation, my father took me to a place in the country for the summer vacation.
There is a stream with small fish and only a few fish.
But I don't care so much. I walked into the stream and stamped my feet in the water.
In the sunset, with a little silver foil, listen, this is the laughter of nature playing with me happily! In winter, my family and I warm ourselves around the electric stove and watch cultural performances.
There is a warm picture in the room, but the cold wind is ringing outside.
This is the voice of nature with "anger".
Sasha, hey. This is the sound of spring wind.
As the leaves danced gracefully, her voice was sweet and pleasant.
I don't know how she has such a good voice.
Whoo! The "fierce" autumn mother-in-law is angry! These poor little leaves are being pulled down from their mother-the tree! Little tree Ye Er cried and didn't want to leave. Mother Tree also waved sadly and said goodbye to her children.
But this is a heart-wrenching sound! I can't stand being an audience any longer, so I have to walk home quickly.
..... Nature, what an unpredictable child! After a while, there were no clouds in Wan Li and the sun was shining brightly in Wan Li-this hurt the girls who loved beauty! After a while, the sky was overcast-as if it were a familiar scene every time there was an evil arrival in The Journey to the West! Then I cried so hard that people were caught off guard-one by one! ..... Nature, you are like us now-unpredictable!
Write a composition on the theme of "listening to the voice of nature" The row of tall poplars outside the window has turned yellow. When the wind blows, Ye Er, which has been green for a summer, falls one by one.
I opened the heavy glass window, closed my eyes and stood quietly, only hearing the sound of leaves being blown by the wind and the subtle sound of * * * falling to the ground from Ye Er.
I turned around and sat on the bed. When I think about it carefully, I feel extremely shocked: this summer, I didn't hear a cicada! Where did all the noisy cicadas hide? Those who broke ground in 15 may have been crushed by the city's heavy cement, and their wings are as thin as spun yarn! Strangely, I thought I heard sobbing under the soil.
Looking back on Zhangjiajie, which I visited a few years ago, I still can't forget the spectacular scene: abrupt rocks, clear streams, colorful flowers blooming along the coast, and even more beautiful is the green that is connected with each other ... those dazzling green trees are scattered, and the trees are densely covered with green grass that can't see the edge.
In the summer afternoon, the unique slightly sultry wind passes through the branches of trees, leaving only a cool breeze and the smell of old tree rosin brought from the depths of the forest.
Maybe it's a gift from the Woods for tourists. When we reach halfway up the mountain, the strong mountain wind will roar.
The dark green and light green in the mountains and plains sway together, and "brushing" is like the neat pace of a soldier. It was not until that moment that I understood what "Song Tao is like anger"; That sound is like nature, the purest sound of nature.
Late at night, I had a strange dream.
The sound of flowers in sleep, the sound of trees sprouting spores, the sound of dragonflies flapping their wings and the sound of horses running in the fields are intertwined, playing a wonderful movement of nature.
Suddenly, everything changed dramatically. Those crazy people who exploit, cut down and hunt broke the beautiful picture, leaving only the dead silence in nature ... who will pay attention? Without the high-pitched part of cicada, the dancing part of dragonfly and butterfly, the harmonica accompaniment of cricket, the piano solo of Brooke and the musical played by various animals, what will be left? What will be missing next? Do you hear those people who don't even want childhood memories for their own benefit? The last thing left in your ear is the sound of crying.
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The Sound of Nature There are many wonderful sounds in nature. Because we are usually very busy, we have never experienced the sound of nature. Therefore, we should listen carefully to the sounds of nature and experience the sounds of nature.
Spring has come, and it quickly awakens the sleeping flowers. All the flowers smiled at it, and the animals came out to meet it. Everyone is in a hurry to clean and tidy their home and have a good New Year.
It's too hot in summer, so plants quickly replenish water to avoid dying in the wild. Animals are also buying ice everywhere, and ice sellers are laughing. Many animals are swimming in the water, and farmers start to work. In summer, everyone complains to their younger brothers.
Autumn is slowly coming, and we have a big fight with trees. The tree cried. Animals began to collect food for the winter. Farmers also harvest rice with a smile. Plants are still playing happily. Since autumn, everyone has been very busy.
Winter came quietly, and the animals' homes were covered with layers of snow, so they had to watch TV at home! Many plants are resting. Winter turns the colorful earth into a white world. Not only is it cold and lonely, but the whole forest is quiet.
The wonderful sounds of nature are worth our experience. We don't often hear the voice of nature. So if we go to the mountains, we should listen carefully and avoid wasting this opportunity. If we listen quietly, the sound of nature is wonderful music.
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Imagine listening to music. How wonderful the sound of nature is! Before dawn, the rooster crowed and urged people to get up.
The crow of the rooster woke up the dreaming bird.
The bird didn't blame the rooster, but said to the rooster, "Thank you, Uncle Rooster, for waking me up."
"Say that finish, the bird flies on the branch to practice its voice, because the bird will take part in the" Spring Festival regret "contest tomorrow.
Sister bee saw it and sang around Hua, as if she were in partnership, saying that there was a lot of nectar here. Come here quickly! Next to the big white goose jumped into the water and said to the fish; "Fish, have you forgotten yesterday's appointment?" The fish said, "no, you see, I also invited the frog to be the referee!" " As soon as the frog croaked, the big white goose and the fish swam past like a gust of wind.
The tree was blown by the wind, making a rustling sound, as if cheering for the big white goose.
The sound of the stream "rushing" seems to be shouting for the fish.
Ah! The sound of nature is wonderful!
800-character sound is a kind of sound wave that we can hear every day. It allows us to express ourselves in words.
Let people communicate better.
Next, let me take you to see nature and listen to its voice.
In the spring of nature, birds sing sweet songs, and small beetles also sing the characteristics of spring.
Wicker rustles in the spring breeze, and rattlesnakes wake up from hibernation and hiss; As if to say; Spring is coming, spring is coming.
Pony, lamb and deer all came to the grassland to taste the fresh grass, and their hearts were full of joy.
In the summer of nature, I know singing in the trees, I know, I know.
It seems to tell everyone that summer is coming.
The puppy was so hot that it stuck out its tongue and clicked.
Mosquitoes and flies buzz.
The rainy season is coming, and thunder rumbles in the sky.
Soon I heard the sound of ticking, the rain was coming, and then the sound of rushing.
The heavy rain brought a little coolness to people in summer.
In the autumn of nature, the fruit in the orchard is ripe, and people come to pick the fruit with a smile.
Pomegranate grinned and snapped. The autumn wind gave us a chill, telling animals that winter is coming, and we should quickly store winter grain.
When the leaves fall to the ground, the wind makes a sound similar to sawing wood.
In the winter of nature, the cold wind is howling, which makes people jumpy. Children make snowmen, have snowball fights and laugh happily, while adults watch children play happily.
How wonderful the sound of nature is. Let's go to nature together and listen to the sound of nature. Let's study happily and grow happily.
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Write a composition with the theme of "the voice of nature". In the morning, when the familiar and cheerful birdsong behind the green leaves sounded on time, I said to myself happily, "It's another sunny day, and lovely birds are singing. It's time for me to strive for a new day! " Therefore, I have an open-minded mood on this day. I smile at everyone I meet, do everything I should do happily, and accept the good or bad results brought by all excellent events optimistically.
The reason why I can face life so calmly is because the singing of that lovely bird gives me infinite inspiration and encouragement every morning.
Yes, birds feel the gift of nature with their own understanding.
Just because of the warmth brought by the bright sunshine, the joy brought by the bright green leaves, and the home given to it by the big tree, it is satisfied. In order to thank the selfless gift of nature, birds express their praise for nature with euphemistic and loud songs every morning, and I listen to this song attentively and get spiritual wealth from it.
Suddenly, one morning, a storm hit the earth unscrupulously.
I'm worried. Can birds still sing today? I recognized the familiar song hopelessly in the storm, but I couldn't hear anything except the rapid rain.
On this day, my mood is very low. You see, poor bird, you sing tirelessly for nature every day, but when it wants to lose its temper, it ignores you at all.
However, when the rain gradually subsided and the sun peeped out from behind the dark clouds, I was shocked! The brisk voice in my ear rang again, more cheerful and warm than the old morning songs.
I am puzzled, shocked, sighing and ashamed.
Standing under the tree, my heart melted into music.
Feel the nature, love yourself, and wish the infinite wonderful nature to be enjoyed by human beings forever!
The Voice of Nature The Voice of Nature is a beautiful picture.
Or fresh as blue, or rich as oil painting, or bright as sunshine.
-Inscription sound 1: The stream is gurgling, and the violin sound is as bright as walking in a quiet valley. The eyes are full of green leaves, and the breeze has stopped, so that the green in front of us is swaying gently.
In this rhythmic green jump, I walked aimlessly and idly.
I'm not in the mood to enjoy the flowers and brush the willows, but quietly carve a path in a dazzling green.
Suddenly, the gurgling sound of running water came quietly and mixed with the vibrant dark green to form a wonderful movement.
I followed the sound of the stream and came to this clear stream.
The stream is like a bright mirror, crystal clear and without impurities.
Like a natural jade, the stream flows quietly, as if it flowed into my heart and washed away all my troubles and boredom.
That's my frowning face, reflected on the gurgling stream.
I'm in a bad mood because I didn't do well in the exam. During the three-day Mid-Autumn Festival holiday, I was blocked and depressed, so I had to go for an outing in the forest and send my feelings to the mountains and rivers like Liu Zongyuan.
However, it is like a big stone in my heart, which makes me breathless.
I was extremely depressed and squatted by the stream, holding up a clear and sweet stream in my hands, and I felt warm at my fingertips.
I paused slightly. Curiously, hands in the air poured the water into the stream from a height.
Splash a string of jade beads-like water lines, accompanied by a crisp and incomparable "tick" sound.
The violin-like sound quality is clear and beautiful, which makes people feel melodious.
The trouble was swept away.
I bent my lip corner and suddenly felt much more comfortable.
Voice 2: The wind is rustling, and the wind is blowing quietly in the Woods like a bass. I walked along the stream in boredom.
The weather in early autumn is a little cold, and the breeze gently shakes the treetops, bringing a rustling sound.
Rustling, but surprisingly good.
As if with charming drunkenness.
The breeze is blowing gently, stirring the green leaves on the tree, and the rustling generated by the collision and friction between them is hoarse and rich.
It's like the sound of a double bass in an orchestra, heavy but nice.
Many strange sounds are intertwined and make up the rustle I hear now, which seems to have a strong taste.
The forest was strangely quiet, so this tireless music became the only bright spot.
As if the time is blurred, I have been leaning on the edge of the trunk, listening to the most natural sound that is drowned in the noisy and flashy city on weekdays.
The exam a few days ago seems to have been forgotten by me-at least, at the moment, I am quiet and relaxed; At least, I don't worry about that pile of unfinished holiday homework now.
Voice 3: birdsong, flute. When I walked out of the Woods, it was already noon.
I let out a long sigh and prepared to go home to reward myself for not eating all morning.
At the moment, the environment is different from the silence in the Woods. You can vaguely hear the horn of cars, the cries of vendors and the unique noise of the city in the distance.
Joe.
Jojo.
Suddenly, the slightest birdsong was not strong but clearly introduced to my ears, but the soft voice was crisp, as if the rising sun was full of vitality.
I paused and found that the source of the sound was the bird's nest on the tree fork.
Newborn chicks are chirping and looking at the outside world.
The faint birdsong is particularly clear in this secluded place. All of a sudden, the beautiful sound quality is as harmonious and crisp as a flute.
It contains the joy, longing, hope and longing of life ... it is the most unpretentious voice.
Originally eager to go home, I suddenly understood one thing-what does it matter if I can't get good grades in the exam? There will be another time.
What does it matter if there is too much homework? I still have plenty of time.
The most important thing is that I can work hard and fight for my future, which is more important than anything else.
I smiled and looked up-the sun was shining, the soft light was not dazzling, but the bright breath warmed my heart.
Walking on the way home, those bright, rich and beautiful voices seem to be still hovering in my ears, and gradually, they merge into the sound of nature.
Natural sounds are not complicated. As long as you appreciate it with your heart, you can feel its most beautiful side.
-P.S.
Please indicate the source? What is the sound of nature?