Second, walk to the waterfall, only to see the silver-white water flow like the old grandfather's white beard, a wisp of a wisp pouring down. The wind blew over, blowing the water into a light mist sprinkled on my face, cool and silky. There are a few streams of water as if there is an emergency, rushing down in a hurry, accidentally, hit on the rocks, splashing, such as flying beads of broken jade like crystal lovely.
Third, I so love guzheng music, because of its tune deep, transparent, soft, the tone is more bright, crisp, implicit, dashing and elegant, pure and simple and elegant.
Fourth, "patter, patter, patter". At night, it was raining outside the window, drizzling rain like countless love Jie's soft fingers, playing an elegant and melodious song. I lie on the cot, looking at the fine rain like cow hair, dazed.
Fifth, learning the piano has honed my will. Learning the piano is not easy, it needs tenacity and strong will. Before learning the piano, in my mind, it is always the serious face of the teacher, the pre-set homework, the repeated and tasteless mechanical exercises, never change the wrong words and wrong math problems, so that I have no taste for learning.
Six, once vast and brilliant wing Yi plains, in the shadow of this new world, turned into dust, once the tenacious resistance to death, in the ruthless iron hoofs, one by one collapse. The once chaotic and fragmented magnates were melted into a complete territory, and the once deafening clamor was finally silenced into a single voice.
Seven, they are all black and dark, eyes turquoise turquoise, feathers fluffed up, as if the swallow's brood. They seem to be practicing hard to fly in the rain, flying up to the roof of the building for a while, and up to the branches of the trees for a while. I found a little bird was soaked through and still insisted on practicing. I think they are not afraid of suffering and are very brave. I want to learn this spirit of the birds, practicing hard as a child, so that I can spread my wings and fly when I grow up.
Eight, I went to the piano, played Chopin's "Nocturne". I listened to the ten thousand music, then, when others lose confidence, depressed mood, I hope, they can also hear belong to me, this beautiful and beautiful sound.
Nine, mom turned into the kitchen, I heard a familiar pots and pans ensemble, as well as the sound of cutting vegetables, the sound of juicer juice ...... a variety of sounds endless, these sounds belong to the mother!
ten, the waterfall is like a gift from God, hanging from the heights of the general swoop down, hitting the rocks on the bank of the "fluttering" sound changed over the breeze ruffled the sound of the blades of grass fluttering.
Eleven, the hummingbird is the world's smallest bird, weighing only 1-2 grams, only the size of a small finger. If you put a small hummingbird in your hand, you can't see its true colors. Today I finally saw its true face on a color photo of a hummingbird magnified more than 100 times. It is indeed a beautiful and amazing little bird.
twelve, summer is coming, the robin in the trees screaming: "summer is coming, hot, hot!" Children rowing, swimming, playing in the water, they swing a piece of wave, the sound of clattering, silver bells like laughter flew up to the sky.
Thirteen, I do not know from when, every dinner time can always come from the window, "early, early ......" sound, there are old people tone, there are middle-aged people's tone. Although the voices came from different people, each voice was full of anticipation and happiness. So I stopped writing and waited, waiting for that responsive voice.
XIV, rumble, rumble, rumble, this air of exhaustion is the sound of thunder, it is as if a band of drums playing on the sky, it rained, "Tick. Tick, tick, tick" This wonderful sound of rain always evokes good memories, one is like in a quiet, belong to their own space, quietly listen to the sound of the rain, how gentle ah! I hear it in this world full of all perfect sounds.
xv. There are many kinds of voices that have been sung in history; there are many kinds of voices that have touched people's hearts; and there is one kind of voice that shakes people's hearts and has been sung for thousands of years.
XVI, played on the piano can mesmerize people, different tunes give people different feelings! ** The ones that make us full of life **. Soft, let us enter a kindly world!
Seventeen, the piano tone is simple and rich, soft as the winter sun, Ying Ying bright, warm and calm. Cold as steel beads scattered on the ice, grains, particles, particles through the bone. Strong as the roaring deep sea, swinging people's lungs, shaking the heart. Deep as the dark night, sound if no sound, own bottomless power to the sky.
xviii Sound is everywhere, we often ignore it, as long as we listen to the sounds around us, we will find that the sound is wonderful; as long as the heart to listen to the life of the ordinary ordinary plain ordinary ordinary sound, you can feel the wonderful life.
Nineteen, winter has come. Everywhere you can hear the north wind whistling, snowflakes falling down, accompanied by the sound of rustling, people stepped on the snow, issued a creaking sound.
XX, just entered the Huangguoshu scenic area, they heard the sound of clattering from afar, like a breeze over the treetops, gradually close to the gradual increase in the sound, and finally like a tidal surge over, over the noise of the horse, heaven and earth only save a piece of the clamor of the sound of the water.
Twenty-one, Huangguoshu Waterfall falls in a valley surrounded by mountains. We from the west along the stone steps down, has come to the bottom of the valley. Sitting on a rock at the water's edge, the waterfall is very close to the waterfall, separated only by a small green pool, as if a hand can be lifted over to wash his face. The waterfall into the bottom of the valley splashed water droplets straight to our face, cool, comfortable.
Twenty-two, early in the morning, the sun has just risen from the east, I suddenly heard the sound of swallows, pull open the curtains to see, it is really a few black oily swallows in front of the window, "chirping".
Twenty-three, the brook, the stream flows, day and night running, they issued a "clatter" sound. This is the sound of happiness. Because they are looking for a better tomorrow, they are looking for the dream of the vast world, they are looking for the unpredictable future.
Twenty-four, listen to the birds in the trees crowing, singing a refreshing song, the robin heard also not willing to lag behind, followed by "squeak" accompaniment. Soon, more musicians wanted to join in. Look, the flowing mountain stream did dance partner, the wind swaying grass is like a conductor is commanding it! The cinnamon sister is also busy showing herself in this concert organized by nature.
Twenty-five, the marvelous sound of nature is both moving and fascinating, this sound, is human can not play out. The sound of nature is a very unique sound. Listen, the wind uncle with his accordion, played what a wonderful sound ah! Wow - wow - the sound is sometimes slow, sometimes urgent, sometimes gentle, sometimes majestic, sometimes sad, sometimes joyful; Oh, Uncle Wind is really an almighty musician!
Twenty-six, ah! The sound is so soft, play hard, ding dong dong really pleasing to the ear, so the journey of learning the piano began, my sweet and sour life also began at the same time.
Twenty-seven, songs such as clouds such as water, so that people have to worry about, and swim in it. And like the surging and like the horrifying waves, beat you to write your heart precipitation of emotions, in a moment, you will feel that the cicada sound like a wild wave of sand grabbed you tightly pulled in the hands of the light sadness. The cicada also has a sweet and gentle as the language of the night time, that is the love song.
Twenty-eight, in this group of pigeons, I like a pigeon with black and white feathers the most. Every time I go to see the pigeons at my uncle Wang Jun's house, I can't help but touch its soft and smooth feathers, especially the small circle of green fluff on its neck, as if it was surrounded by a green velvet scarf, which is very comfortable to touch.
Twenty-nine, in spite of this, the mouth of the pot still can not be collected this river yellow waves, so there are some of them to take the road and go, take advantage of the gap and into the return of the meandering, they are in the dragon trough on both sides of the beach wall scattered, or diamonds to find a seam, bubbling as a spring; or flow through the slate, gurgling into a stream; or be clamped in the stone between the woeful hit the whirlpool. There is also that smooth wall hanging down, bright crystal like silk like strands.
Thirty, in this fast-paced social life, people's ears are filled with a variety of sounds, but perhaps, that sound will not be remembered footsteps. Dad has a unique footsteps, the sound is always very rhythmic, like the piano keys on the beautiful glide, such as lute strings, "four strings of a sound such as cracking silk," the crisp. Every contact between the sole and the ground reflects a sense of art.
Thirty-one, sitting under a tree, a burst of refreshing wind blowing, the tree can always "rustle" singing, each leaf has issued its own unique voice, as if a large orchestra in the chorus for you alone. The sound will swim into your head. You only need to close your eyes and listen carefully, you can unknowingly drive away the worries of the heart, no longer feel small.
Thirty-two, the guzheng's piano sound is very beautiful, like the brook that spring water droning, but also has a sad, like the valley of the orchid, but also a lot of the air, as if a hero heroes, the guzheng's piano sound is variable, depending on the mood of the player and the feeling of the zither, the guzheng is a kind of zither sound let a person mesmerized, so that people as if they were born in the realm.
Thirty-three, grandpa's house has a lively and witty bird, it is full of colorful feathers, with a yellow beak and orange-red claws, it is really beautiful.
Thirty-four: The sea murmured poetically at our feet. The voice seemed as gentle as the hazy moonlight and the morning mist of roses, low and soft, like a breeze brushing the strings of a piano; like falling flowers drifting on the water.
Thirty-five, behold! The yellow warbler bounces merrily on the boughs of the tree. Listen! It sang a pleasant song, the song began to be sentimental melancholy. Suddenly, the mournful and dark song turned to a cheerful tune, like a tinkling spring pouring ...... smoothly to the extreme. Indeed, the song of the yellow warbler makes people feel the afterglow, because of how happy it is!
Thirty-six, sound is everywhere, but we often ignore it, as long as we listen to the sound around us, we will find that the sound are wonderful; as long as the heart to listen to the life in the ordinary, plain, simple, ordinary sound, you can feel the wonderful life.
Thirty-seven, from the waterfall splashed out of the small water droplets as fine as soot, diffuse in the air, into a mist, to the mountain streams and trees covered with a thin veil.
Thirty-eight, there is such a sound, although there is no staccato, felicitous, but can make a piece of unobtrusive square brick stone into a skyscraper, so that people's lives are convenient, stable and comfortable. The creator of this sound is the construction workers.
Thirty-nine, that beautiful melody, will take you to the distant past, so that you in the thoughts of tranquility, even after listening to, but also feel the aftermath of the sound cut, long aftertaste.
Forty, suddenly, the murmuring sound of running water quietly came, mixed with the deep and light in front of the extremely vitality of the green, composed of a wonderful music. I followed the sound of the stream and came to this clear stream.
Forty-one, the sound of nature can be heard everywhere, just now people are busy, did not notice it. In the tense life can not breathe, we might as well go to the mountains to take a walk, the sound of nature will definitely relax our body and mind, mind and soul, so that we have a rich imagination, to understand the valuable philosophy, but also let us long time to recall, forget all the world's worries.
Forty-two, I love the piano as much as I love the crystal clear icebergs, I love the piano as much as I love the brilliant rainbow. Whenever I sit in front of the piano frankly and fondle it, I will always feel the colorful life from it.
Forty-three, in a silent night, the moonlight like water pouring, the earth decorated with a mysterious silver. At this time, the lilting sound of the piano like running water, echoing between the water and the sky, cleansed in the soul of the excitement and arrogance, do you feel relaxed and happy? If it were me, my soul would have drifted away long ago, and I would have been so intoxicated that I would not have been able to help myself. This is no wonder, because, I and the piano have a kind of marvelous destiny.
Forty-four, bizarre and unpredictable nature, a variety of sounds intertwined, constituting a wonderful symphony of nature. In this magnificent symphony, there is a sound is my favorite, he was like a melodious flute, sometimes like a shocking waves, this is the rain.
Forty-five, after singing a dozen sentences, gradually singing higher and higher, suddenly pulled a tip, like a line of steel wire thrown into the sky ...... sung to a very high three or four stacks, steeply a drop, and then try to gallop the spirit of its thousands of twists and turns, such as a flying serpent in the Huangshan Mountain thirty-six peaks of the half waist in the circling interludes, in a moment, turn around a number of times. From then on, the more you sing, the more low, the more fine, the voice gradually can not be heard.
Forty-six, in the woods, hundreds of birds competing, calling friends, like a waterfall into a deep stream, such as the waves beat the shore.
Forty-seven, I can not help but take it out of the cage, it struggled with fear, looking at me with fearful little eyes, as if to say: please, let me go. I found that the feathers on its head were short and dense, and when I touched them, they were slippery, its stomach was heaving together, and the feathers on its belly were loose and soft, and hot to the touch.
Forty-eight, the sound seems to be a motorcycle from the distant road speeding. Suddenly, I heard the sound of drizzle, like a lot of people using chopsticks to gently hit the ground. At this time, I felt a rush of flight, reminding me of a picture: a small bird quickly stopped in a tree, as if to say: it's raining, it's raining, I do not know how my children?
Forty-nine, every evening when the sun put away the blinding light, into a golden disc. Then there will be many birds fly back to my downstairs in the bamboo forest, where there are many verdant green bamboo, the group of birds called green bamboo bird. Small and delicate body, the call is crisp, they are in groups together chirping, as if chatting together, but also as if in a chorus together.
Fifty, black with creamy-white feathers, the corners of the beak and claws are reddish in color, and the tail is like scissors, like a sheathed sword that cuts a slit in the air to fly in the sky - swallows.
Fifty-one, when I sat in front of the piano, my thoughts back to reality, I can not help but feel a million for the piano, I sacrificed the child time should be playing, but it is the life of the "golden period" casting me today's splendor!
Fifty-two, there was a smile in my life, but in the end, it was like a fog like dissipation, and that smile, it became my heart y buried in a turbulent river, can not swim across, the sound of the river, it became my every day and every night singing of despair.
Fifty-three, listen, "squeak, chatter" who? A look, is the lark Miss in the tree singing his beautiful song, look, many fans have come to listen to the lark Miss sing it?
Fifty-four, rain and fog, sprinkled on the bamboo leaves, rustle rustle rustle, like a young girl caressing the strings, like the spring silkworms devouring mulberry leaves.
Fifty-five, piano such as life, is a never-ending song, we have to be serious, serious treatment of every note, let us feel the piano with the heart, with the heart of life.
Fifty-six, that fly down the silver chain, flashing in the sun, make the silver chain more bright. And the grandeur of the silver chain is greater than any of the ornaments; and the immensity of the silver chain is greater than any of the invisible air wall.
Fifty-seven, Huangguoshu Falls is not as long as the Lushan Falls, but much wider than it, so it seems extraordinary, majestic. Waterfalls from the rock wall straight down, such as thunder roar, mountain back to the valley should be. Sitting below, it was as if you were in a round pool of music. All around the music playing, people are like floating in a wave of sound, every cell is filled with vigor.
Fifty-eight, I can not wait to open the window, want to see the birds opened the "concert". Only to see, the leftmost birds singing bass, whispering "twitter" "twitter", the rightmost birds singing alto, in the middle of the birds singing soprano. "Chirp", "chirp" birds "song" pleasant, better than people sing.
Fifty-nine, I aspire to the sound of leaves colliding, like a pianist playing moonlight music, but it seems to be slowly swallowed up by the city's hustle and bustle, God is really unfair, only to leave us with the accompaniment, only in the campus can be sporadically heard a little. I happened to hear that an old man looked after a large forest of camphor trees and wanted to go and see it.
Sixty, the whirlwind, xiao sound gradually, just like a blowjob people blowing on one side, one side slowly approaching, xiao sound clear, suddenly high and low, suddenly light and loud, low to the extreme occasion, a few circling, and then low down, although very low and very fine, each syllable is still clearly audible.
61, like the quiet sound of the piano, which makes people seem to be in the clouds; some people like the piano's powerful sound, which makes people full of power, as if the calm lake, was fingered up a note, fall, a ripple, but shocked the listener's heart.
Sixty-two, hey, the waves in the distance is not the sea? I hurriedly flew, to know see the sea has always been my desire. Huge waves struck the sea one at a time, sometimes majestic, sometimes soft. The waves on the surface of the water tumbled and rolled. I couldn't help but disco in the sky with the **surging, rapid and majestic waves. The more the waves rolled, the braver I danced, the faster I danced, and the more it rained.
Sixty-three, listening at home, I heard a most familiar "chirp, chirp, chirp", which must be the sparrow singing spring, accompanied by the wind blowing the leaves of the "rustle" sound, more and more crisp.
Sixty-four, not my voice more and more beautiful, but I put down, became someone else's treasure, no longer nagging you about trivialities!
Sixty-five, touch the piano, it is the simplicity and nobility fascinated by the spellbound, this is how lovely? Just see the teacher's long fingers on the keys jumping lightly, as if it was a rainy day in the river free swimming fish, shuttle between water and nature, then, wonderful notes around me, bound my heart. I and the piano of that sweet and thus hit the cannon.
Sixty-six, since the first contact with the guzheng, I fell y in love with it. Because the guzheng music sounds sometimes gentle and elegant, sometimes passionate and unrestrained, people in different states of mind play out the style is different, so from the tune, you can instantly understand the mood of the player.
Sixty-seven, five leaks of water is so clear, clear green, green as a large piece of jasper flawless emerald. Whenever the water ripples up, it will stir up the water splash, the momentum is like a million horses.
Sixty-eight, in the morning, I just got up, I heard a "chi chi" call, that tied the red rope of the swallows really came back, it built a nest under the eaves of my house. From then on, I could hear the birds chirping happily every day when I got out of school.
Sixty-nine, the piano, is my first contact with the same instrument. Mom said, the first time I encountered the piano, I was happy, climbed on the piano, with hands and feet on the keys, every sound I laughed, laugh when the sound is like an old hen. Since then, I have had a fascination with the piano.