You don't have to sweep the snow three times, it thunders in the air for four hours,
"Spray beads and sprinkle jade, and get pregnant, and Lu and jade blend together."
"Empty mountain come from? Flowing water has no intention of ringing white clouds "and" crystal stone in the stream "
"Flying down three thousands of feet, it is suspected that the Milky Way has fallen for nine days."
Baotu Spring by Ceng Gong
Those who stay away from jade and moisture are covered with dust in the dark.
It is always early to nourish winter and warm winter, which makes the taste of spring tea more real.
I feel that the roadside is like a mirror, and the sand is the most pitiful.
Feng Jianghui in Qi Lu, Ceng Cheng, worships Hubei and Britain, which is amazing.
song
Spring Ding Dong-Spring Ding Dong Episode (1982)
Lyrics: Ma Jinxing
Composer: Lv Yuan
Singing: Yu Shuzhen
Spring is silent, cherish the trickle,
The shade of trees shines on the water and likes sunshine and softness.
Xiao He just showed his sharp corners,
Dragonflies have long stood on it.
-Koike (Yang Wanli)
Spring Ding Dong spring Ding Dong spring Ding Dong ring.
Jump down from the mountain
Walk across the grass
Come to my side
Quanshuiya spring
Where are you going? Where are you going?
Singing, playing the strings, flowing away.
Please take my heart away.
Bypass the mountains and go to the ocean together.
Spring, spring, do you remember him?
By your side, I sent him to join the army and go to Haijiang.
Spring Ding Dong spring Ding Dong spring Ding Dong ring.
Jump down from the mountain
Walk across the grass
Come to my side
Quanshuiya spring
Where are you going? Where are you going?
Singing, playing the strings, flowing away.
Please tell my sweetheart.
Don't think about me or my hometown.
Listen to the tinkling of the spring water.
This is me singing softly beside him.
Spring Ding Dong spring Ding Dong spring Ding Dong ring.
In spring, Ding Dong, in spring, Ding Dong flows far away.
Spring Ding Dong spring Ding Dong spring Ding Dong ring.
In spring, Ding Dong, in spring, Ding Dong flows far away.
Flowing far away
Flowing far away
Bai Juyi
Baiyun Spring is on Tianping Mountain, and there is no water in the clouds.
Why rush down the mountain and add waves to the world?
Xia Quan
The Book of Songs
I went to spring, soaked in the bud, sighed and missed Zhou Jing.
I went down to the spring and soaked in the bud. I sighed and thought of Beijing and Zhou.
I went down to the spring and soaked in it. I sighed and missed the capital.
It rains continuously, and the four countries are kings.
2. Poems describing sound Three famous poems describing music are all classics, and I also did homework comparison when I was studying. So I suddenly thought that the landlord would take his time, and if you want to appreciate it, you can find it yourself.
Quotations from Li Ping.
Li he
Wu Si, Shu and Zhang Tong are in high autumn, and the empty mountains are not flowing.
Jiang Yue wept for Motome's sadness, while Ping Li was playing China.
Kunshan jade broken Fengming, hibiscus crying, Xianglan laughing.
The cold light melts in front of the twelve gates, and the twenty-three silk moves the purple emperor.
Nu Wa practices stones to make up the sky, and rocks break the ground to stir up the autumn rain.
Dream into the holy mountain to teach the gods, and the old fish dance with the waves.
Wu was indifferent to the good tree and flew barefoot to the cold rabbit.
Listen to the clever teacher playing the piano.
Han Yu
Just like a pair of close children whispering, I had a dark conversation with two beautiful friends, the secretary.
Like the wind, who is singing the flag? A soldier likes to fight the king with his sword.
Clouds and catkins have no roots,
The world is wide and far away.
There were hundreds of birds, and suddenly I saw a lonely phoenix.
You can't climb this line,
Fall out of favor and fall.
I have two ears, so I don't have to listen to diaosi.
Listening to your music, the piano suddenly rose, making people sit down low.
In the panic, I reached out to block my chin, and tears had already poured into my eyes.
It's not unusual for a master to be good at kung fu. Don't fill my chest with ice and fire.
Pipa (excerpt)
Bai Juyi
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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, 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.
With a stream of water, a silver vase suddenly broke; The soldiers screamed with swords and guns.
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.
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3. That poem about the sound of rain is very old, with a small mood, and someone inadvertently watched it. 1 This does not mean that I can resist the dust that is not time. The buds at my fingertips can resist them. I'm too light. This rainy street will not be separated by two rows of rain because I pass by, but I really passed by and was at a loss in such thick moisture. I can't give it to my country and I won't. I can give up smoking on the eaves of my house easily. It has gone up for many years. Before I could raise my hand, the path in front of the door was full of fallen flowers. I can't tell you that I came back just because I can't forget 3. This is my silent escape. This is the forgiven frost. I know nothing about the details. I just want a bright moon, a white house and the only glass of water in the house. It gets warmer at night. I can't bear to have ears or thorns. Black eyes, I'm just a child traveling west with a basket. In this normal spring, I can't hear the growth of pine and cypress, I can't see the green in the coming year, and I don't even remember someone putting down their burdens and standing by me to listen. Listen to the rain, tinkling, drumming, and talking about spring, spring, spring, Chun Lv, the beach of the Yellow River is white, the peach color of the West Lake is melted, and your care is wet. My silk flower Spring shakes its strong branches in the north and kisses the soft willow yarn in the south, so it swings freely and leisurely, but listening to the rain, lingering and tearing.
4. Poems describing various voices 1, flowing songs, make people feel worried and wander among them. Another example is the surging waves, and another example is the terrible waves, which beat you and write the emotions that have been precipitated in your heart. In an instant, you feel that cicadas are like wild waves, robbing you of the faint sadness that you hold tightly in your hand. When cicada has a sweet and gentle language like night, it should be a love song. ...
2, rumbling! Thunderstorm came, but the concert was not affected by it, but became lively. Naughty raindrops hit brother pomegranate on the head, as if inviting him to watch the performance quickly; On a whim, Grandpa Feng picked up his accordion and played the sound of wow-wow-hiss-sand-sand. Sometimes it was slow, sometimes it was urgent, sometimes it was heavy, sometimes it was cheerful. At this time, the little fish was intoxicated by the euphemistic song and spit out colorful bubbles.
3. "Li, Li". At night, it began to rain outside the window, and the fluttering rain was like countless soft fingers, playing elegant and beautiful songs. I lay in my crib, staring at the rain in Mao Mao. ...
4, another thunder-so loud! Like the majestic momentum of thousands of troops, it instantly shocks the world! Deep but loud thunder strikes the darkness of people's hearts like a sword, leaving them with nowhere to hide! "Booming" is like the majestic roar of a lion, and the temple bell is as far away as the sky. This is the most majestic voice in nature, and it is a solemn oath of resistance of all things! Boom-another thunder! In a trance, I seem to see a group of mighty warriors falling from the sky, chanting.
I came to the window and looked up at the sky. I heard the rustling of the wind off the ground and the sound of the wind blowing through my ears; In the tree, the birds sang in unison. Came to the hall, but it was dead silence. Sitting on the sofa, thinking of my dead mother, I couldn't help but feel the long-buried sadness and jumped out of my heart. I began to cry. Let the birds play beautiful and crisp songs; The sweet songs of the girls; Can't call back inner disappointment.
6. What is the most beautiful sound in the world? The most beautiful sound in the world is the early morning, when birds are "chirping" on the branches. The wonderful singing makes people feel very comfortable. The most beautiful sound in the world is summer. Naughty cicadas make the sound of "cicada, cicada" on the branches, which is full of enthusiasm and makes people want to listen. The most beautiful sound in the world is the wind. When it blows through the tree hole, it will make a "cry" sound, which is continuous, like floating from distant time and space.
7, cicadas sing birds. Birds, cicadas, frogs and crickets are so crisp and beautiful. Without the sounds of these animals, nature would be dull, lifeless and people would have no fun, so these sounds embellish nature and add endless vitality and charm to nature.
8. The voices of chefs are more peculiar when cooking. "Knock ..." This is when the chefs began to play. The best combination of pot and shovel is not enough. These sounds are like the sound of a clock. When the dishes are fried, the music will be over.
The voice of nature can be heard everywhere, but now people are too busy to notice it. When we are out of breath in a stressful life, we might as well take a walk in the mountains. The sound of nature will definitely relax our body and mind, make us feel relaxed and relaxed, let us have rich imagination, realize valuable philosophy, and let us remember all secular troubles for a long time.
10, ding-dong ding-dong, hey, who played such a touching melody? Oh, it's Xiaoxi's sister. She is also an excellent musician! Look, her music is great. It was tinkling just now, but now it is falling into the sea. The sea also has its own songs, his songs, his songs are so heroic and give people a kind of courage.
5. Ding-dong, Ding-dong, Ding-dong, Ding-dong, Ding-dong, Ding-dong, Ding-dong.
Below is a picture of water.
The waves are quiet. The water is sparkling, calm, full of fun, sparkling, crystal clear, long smoke waves, blue waves, thousands of hectares of glass, mountains and rivers, water like a duck to water. Clear water without fish; Clear and transparent; Blue waves rippling; The waves are rough; Calm down; At the end of one's tether; A rising tide lifts all boats; Wanshui Qian Shan; Mud, turbid water, drinking water, thinking of the source, sailing against the current, flowing water, not rotting, flowing water, pushing the boat with the current, fishing in troubled waters, meeting by chance, the traffic under the bridge is like years of water, Qianshan dripping into ice, dripping through the sea.