Away from the hustle and bustle of the city, I returned to nature and listened to her beautiful voice.
Listen, the sound of the wind. Naughty wind sits on the branches of tall green trees and sings beautiful songs with delicate green leaves. Shalala, shalala? With the singing of birds and insects, it gradually became clear and loud.
Listen, the sound of running water. The clear spring water sings and runs day and night. "wow? Hey? " It seems to be the response of water and wind, the gentle argument between water and stone; Or the water sings itself like a song and is silent. It seems to tell many stories, and it also reminds people of the sounds of many stories. Sometimes, people can't help bending down, like a paper boat by the ditch when they were young, and life gently returns to the child's initial state of mind.
Listen, the sound of leaves falling. With a gentle swish, it flew slowly like a butterfly and covered the earth quietly with a cicada-like body. A very weak voice shook the earth? The dusty soil on the ground was gently lifted. "Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers." The sound of fallen leaves, with how much affection. Helpless wither, originally for the root! For eternal love!
Crack, crack, this is the sound of grass sprouting and soil cracking; Tick-tock, tick-tock, this is the crisp sound of raindrops on leaves dripping in a small puddle on the side of the road after rain; Haw, haw, this is the sound of birds chirping in the branches.
People surrounded by concrete buildings, please stop your hasty steps! Listen to the chirping of birds on the roadside, listen to the chirping of crickets on the trees, put your troubles on the graceful staff, and let nature write songs without words for you.
Listen to the voice of nature _500 words
The sky is blue, the sea is blue, and everything in life is so beautiful?
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The morning sun rises and the lake dresses for it; The new moon rises and the stars sing for it; Cicada sings and birds dance for it; Let's immerse ourselves in this beautiful and hilarious atmosphere.
How beautiful, wonderful and unpredictable nature is! Everything is so beautiful?
"Wow!" Listen, what's that noise! Oh! Ha ha! So a young music teacher? Is nature playing the hymn of spring? Spring rain, after the baptism of spring rain, is naturally exceptionally fresh, just like the lotus flower in Zhou Dunyi's mouth, "it comes out of mud without dyeing, and it is clear without demon", which is precisely to bring a fresh feeling to spring.
"cicada cicada". Are you listening to "Musical Genie in Summer" again? Cicada, show off its bright voice. In a blink of an eye, the hot summer has come quietly, and the cool spring has slipped away in a hurry. Walking on the forest path, the musical genie is singing, the birds are dancing for it, and the crickets are playing music for it, so that I am deeply immersed in this ocean of music far away from the bustling world and surf in this ocean?
Sasha vujacic This is the sound of a farmer's uncle harvesting grain. This is also the harvest season. Farmers' uncles are all grinning happily in this lively atmosphere. I walked on the mountain road again, and I heard the angel in autumn? Cuckoo, singing and soaring freely in the sky; Leading a group of angels to shout "Autumn is coming". This undoubtedly adds a "bumper harvest" to nature.
Ah! When the autumn wind is bleak, the beautiful and pure winter comes, and we play together in the pure white world. At this time, the winter fairy walked in the snow covered with white gauze, enjoying the beautiful scenery in winter and bringing "pure" joy to nature?
I am immersed in this wonderful and musical world, enjoying myself, intoxicated and infatuated?
Listen to the voice of nature _500 words
I like all kinds of sounds of nature, but in the noisy city, I can only hear the sound of cars whizzing by and the noise of construction machinery, which is so loud that people can't think of words like "beautiful and elegant".
My favorite bird song is almost unheard of, but fortunately, there are only a few sparrows that can bring me a little spiritual comfort. Cheerful cries with a little melancholy, lovely figure dancing on the branches, spreading its wings in the air, like a movie, attracted me to savor. However, all this came to an abrupt end. With the roar of joy brought by injury and plunder, several gray feathers fell lightly and it struggled. It struggled in the boy's hand. The cry of sadness stung me. I can't stand such a blow. Why even the last life given by nature was ruthlessly taken away?
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 is naive and unfair in the world, leaving us only accompaniment, which can only be heard sporadically on campus. I accidentally heard that an old man was looking after a large camphor tree forest and wanted to see it. However, within a few days, the news channel broadcast the unfortunate news that the forest was destroyed. Looking at the sawed-off trees on TV, I felt a pain in my heart and ruined a group of lives.
Every time I appreciate the sound, the beautiful sound comes to an abrupt end in the destruction of people. Where should I find the sound of nature that I hope?
God is really unfair. The song of the bird I love is so sad. The rustling of my favorite leaves was swallowed up by the roar of the chainsaw.
I like the sound of nature. I hope that ignorant people will wake up early and listen to the sounds of nature!
The voice of nature
There are many sounds all year round, and they are beautiful. Let's listen to the wonderful voice of nature together!
Sister Chun came to us with warmth. Her gift to the earth was green clothes. The earth smiled and said, "It's beautiful, thank you, Miss Chun." Sister Chun left the earth with a smile and wanted to visit thousands of families. Rumble, rumble, spring thunder sounded like a small drum, and the frightened spring girl cried sadly, rustling, rustling, what's the matter? It turned out that she forgot to bring a gift to Blackie. After a while, Sister Chun forgot about it and smiled happily again. At this time, the bird landed on Sister Chun, singing a chirping song, as if to say, "Welcome, welcome! Sister Chun, you can come, waiting for us so hard! "
Brother Xia came against the sun, sent off Sister Chun, and traveled around by himself, making people wear colorful summer clothes. Brother Xia likes to spill sweat on people's faces. Look, his face is still shining. "I know, I know." Cicada enjoys the cool on the willow branches, as if to say, "It's really hot!" The river is spouting and splashing from time to time.
Aunt Qiu came to us in colorful clouds, flying fast and dressed up. Listen, rumbling, it's raining and thundering! Swish, swish, golden leaves are falling and dancing in a whirl, like a light butterfly. Whoosh, the wind blows wildly. In the field, harvesters rumble past, harvesting the hope of a year.
Grandpa Dong came with steady steps. His children? Snowflakes, very naughty, fly to the window for a while and hide in your arms for a while. The north wind is blowing, and the children catch a few handfuls of snow, have a snowball fight, make a snowman and have a snowball fight. How happy they are! The children's silvery laughter echoed between heaven and earth?
Ah, the seasons are like songs. Did you listen carefully?
The voice of nature
There are many beautiful sounds in nature, and these sounds are everywhere.
Early in the morning, I came to the nursing home. Quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack. I looked at it carefully. Even if only frogs get together, it's a meeting! The content of this meeting is: How to make every mosquito that buzzes all day die. "Gung, gung, gung, gung, gung, gung, gung, gung, gung, gung. Some said, "We can set up a tight encirclement in various places so that mosquitoes can't jump over Wuzhishan!" " Someone said, "This method?" Before he finished, another frog interrupted him.
"I know, I know." Cicada got up early today, lying in the tree and urging her friends to get up quickly. The sun is shining! The twittering bird heard this and flew out of the nest to feed. Fly high for a while and fly low for a while. In a short time, I brought back some trophies in my mouth. Bug, the cocky fat boy, returned to his nest. This reminds me of a proverb, the early bird catches the worm.
The sky in Wan Li has just been cloudless in Wan Li, but the weather is not beautiful, and there are some clouds at the moment. Just like a child. It's like a new face! "ah! It's not raining well! " I quickly covered my head with my hand and ran home like an arrow.
As soon as Tick-tock got home, it began to rain. Naughty raindrops fall from the sky. On the canopy, it makes a "bang" sound, and on the leaves, the leaves make a "rustling" sound?
What a wonderful sound of nature!