Walking on the springtime fan? s mountain trails, your ears are quiet, the birds and insects chirping, the wind whisking and the rain slanting, these, are not noisy sounds. However, you have to be quiet to let the real sound grow and flow in your heart, and listen carefully! There is no kind of life that can temporarily stop functioning, stop flowing in the river of life.
Ajahn Chah, a Thai meditation master, taught his disciples to learn to be in the state of mind of "still flowing water". The disciples wondered, "Where in the world is there still flowing water? Since it is flowing water, it cannot be still at the same time! Yes! Since it is sound, there cannot be sound that cannot be heard! How can a sound that cannot be heard be called "sound"?
Ajahn Chah says that it is a state of mind. Keeping the mind still and quiet does not mean that the interaction between life and the outside world stops for a while; thought is still flowing in the mind, and wisdom is easily conceived in it.
I think the surface of the world does not determine all states. Can others hear the voice that resounds in your heart? Do you hear the voices in the hearts of others? Do you have a lot of sound is not from the ears ringing, but from the depths of the heart of a forgotten corner, occasionally overflowing, or when echoed in the mind. Certain moments of time touch up the voices of memories, voices of the future, voices of ideals, voices of the flow of thought. The land of your mind is busy and noisy, or empty and cold and soundless. Perhaps you are learning to be quiet and easy to feel, and then to let your heart land be noisy and lively, full of willful energy, instead of being so noisy that you cannot listen.
Walking on the noisy mountain trails in spring, ears clear and quiet, crouching down, but you can see the lively and boisterous sound. A delicate seedling has just explored the green buds from the soft black mud. After receiving the full nourishment of rainwater, they burst out of the life energy is how huge and gentle. Before waiting for the soil to turn from cold to warm, one plant, two plants, three plants, a hundred plants, a thousand plants have broken out of the ground, covering every soft land.
The sound of sprouting plants may not be heard, but it is seen and understood. Look down carefully into every corner hidden by the old stumps of last year, and if you can hear the sound of the faintest seedlings rising up and probing: the sound of the many waves that have been coming to the shore since time immemorial, they have not stopped, and have been pronouncing themselves into the future, and lifting up the will to live.
We do not intend to trample on the will of these probes when we go up the mountain in the spring. Even if one is careful to avoid every possible mistake, the powerful will of those beautiful little beings is spread over every crevice of the land, and one is disturbed. It was as if they were clamoring in groups, "Be careful! Don't trample us! Don't trample us!" I, on the other hand, was forced by intolerance to go in and out, chagrined.
The intolerance that springs from within has grown stronger in recent years, making the days on the mountain after the spring rains a bit uncomfortable and heartbreaking. Unless it's necessary, or some particular splendor of spring is too appealing. Otherwise I'd rather stay home with joyful gratitude that this year's spring rains came at the right time to liberate my thirsty friends from a long winter.
I am grateful to have begun such a humble state of mind within me, and to show humility to the earth is a life practice not easily experienced. When you can hear the sound of young spring life and care about it, it is closer to goodness than hard work and listening to profound truths.
2. What are the words that describe the "sound of spring rain"
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1. 淅淅沥沥xī xī lì lì 象声词，形容轻微风雨声、落叶声等，一般指小雨落的声音
2.滴滴答答dī dī dá dá Repeated drops or a series of brisk sounds or taps.
3. 哗哗啦啦 huá huá lā lā also known as " 哗啦啦". Also known as " 哗喇喇". The word is an onomatopoeia. Source "The Legend of the Sons and Daughters Heroes", 9th episode: "I saw him pull down his middle coat with both hands, and before he could crouch down, he was clattering and clanging and jangling and spreading up." Liu Baiyu, Three Days on the Yangtze River: "The boat rushed through the whirlpool, and only a clattering sound of water could be heard." Cao Jinghua "Flying Flowers Collection - Wind or Donglan Good": "The sound of the clattering red flag fluttering resounded everywhere with their mountain-shaking song."
4.滴滴拉拉dī dī lā lā 象声词. The sound of rain
5. crackling pī pī pā pā Describes the continuous sound of bursting, slapping, etc.
6. 叮咚咚 dīng dīng dōng dōng Elephantine. It describes the sound of metal, jade, etc. hitting. Source: Tang Yin (绮疏遗恨-砧杵) Poem: "I can't bear to throw away the anvil and pestle to thank Fang Fei, and I can't return to the dream of knocking off the ding dong." A Dream of Red Mansions (红楼梦)第87回："When I approached the Dashiang Pavilion, I suddenly heard the sound of dingtong." Zhang Tianyi, "The Last Train": "Hanging like a lamp on the body, the ding dong ding dong sound of those fishing things." Bino "Mountain Spring Water Warmth": "In a deep valley, the mountain wind sends the iron horse's ding-dong."
7. swish shuā shuā An onomatopoeia. Describing the sound of a swift brush. Source Cao Yu, "The Peking Man," Act III: "At midnight, the west wind swished up, and the half-dead trees in the garden trembled soughingly." Liu Qing 《Bronze Walls, Iron Walls》Chapter 12: "Jin Shuwang writes faster than Shi Yonggong, and with a few strokes he writes it down." Liu Qing, "History of Entrepreneurship", Part I, Chapter 5: "The spring rain is falling."
8. 沙沙沙 shā shā shā 象声词，下小雨，
9. 淅沥淅沥 xī xī lì lì象声词，形容轻微的风雨声、落叶声等。 It is a superlative of pattering (mostly describing spring or fall rain). The liquid substance is constantly drooping. Mostly auditory images, the picture is very poetic.
10. 啪嗒 pā dā also known as " 啪搭 ". The sound of an object falling or hitting the ground. The sound of an object falling to the ground or hitting the ground. Source Li Ping, When the Evening Sun Disappears, Chapter 2: "With a snap, the light switch was pulled." Zhou Libo, "Huge Changes in the Hill Country" on the twentieth: "Deng Xiumei raked the abacus beads with a popping sound."
3. Sentences describing the sounds of spring2. Spring rain - small buildings listen to spring rain overnight, deep alleys selling apricot blossoms tomorrow.
3. Spring flowers - despondent east fence a plant snow, life see a few clear. 4, spring night - deeper moonlight night half of the family, the North Dipper appendage South Dipper oblique.
5, spring water - spring water is blue in the sky, the boat listening to the rain sleep. 6, spring breeze - spring breeze and green south bank of the river, when the bright moon shine me back.
7, spring - waiting to recognize the face of the east wind, ten thousand purples and thousands of reds is always spring. 8, spring scenery - try to see on the transcendental platform, half of the trench spring water a city flower.
9, spring tour - the east wind knows that I want to mountain, blowing off the sound of rain between the eaves. 10, spring thoughts - spring heart Mo *** flowers compete for hair, an inch of acacia an inch of gray.
11, spring silence - spring tide with rain late to rush, wild boat no one boat from the cross. 12, spring sorrow - ask you can have a few more sorrow, just like a river of spring water to the east 13, spring dream - pillow piece of time in a spring dream, traveled thousands of miles south of the river.
14, spring hate - life is a love affair, this hate is not about the wind and the moon. 15, spring return - falling red is not a merciless thing, turned into spring mud more protective flowers.
Ancient poems describing spring and famous lines describing spring 1, spring is late, flowers and trees luxuriant. Cang Geng is harmonious and harmonious, and Cai Artemisia Qi Qi.
-- "Poetry - Xiao Ya - out of the car" Late: slow. The flowers and trees: grass and trees.
grass is luxuriant: the grass is luxuriant. Cangeng: warbler.
Eery music: the sound of birdsong. Artemisia: Artemisia stellata.
Qi Qi: numerous. 2. In the middle of spring, the sun and the party rise.
- The Records of the Grand Historian (史记-秦始皇本纪) Yanghe: the warmth of spring 3. Yangchun Budeze, all things are bright. --- Ancient Rhetoric of Han Lefu "Chang Ge Xing" 4. Yangchun Bai Ri wind in fragrance.
--Jin Lefu Gu Ri "Three Poems of Jin Bai Yi Dance Song" 5: In February and March of Yangchun, the grass and the water are the same color.
--Song Xie Lingyun, "Into the Mouth of Lake Pengli" (入彭蠡湖口) Xiu: beautiful.
-- Xie Lingyun's "Into the Lake of Pengli" (入彭蠡湖口)
7. Spring grass in the pond and songbirds in the garden.
The two sentences write winter and spring, the birds have been replaced. 8. The noisy birds cover the spring continent, and the miscellaneous Ying fills the fragrant meadow. The name "Miscellaneous Ying" means all kinds of flowers.
Fangdian: countryside. 9. Sending a message to the wind and sun in Luocheng, the color of spring next year will be doubled to return to the people.
--- Tang Du Shenyan, "Spring Day in Beijing" Luocheng: the city of Luoyang. The first is the "I'm not sure what I'm talking about".
Dao: to say.
The air is so warm that the yellow birds, and the sunny light turns to green apples.
Meiliu Duojiang Chun: Meiliu Duojiang, a spring color in the south of the river.
Shu Qi: the warmth of spring.
Turning green apples waves: the apples and grasses in the water turn green. The four lines mean: the colorful sun rises with the sunrise in the sea, the plum blossoms and green willows bring the spring across the river, the yellow bird sings in the warm spring light, the sunlight promotes the green apples and grasses.
11, jasper makeup a tree high, ten thousand hanging down the green silk thread. I don't know who cut out the fine pair, but the February spring breeze is like scissors.
-- Tang He Zhizhang "Wing Willow" 12, the forest flowers sweep more fall, the path grass step still born. --- Tang Meng Haoran "Spring in the joy of Wang Jiu Xiangxun" 13, February lake water is clear, home spring birds singing.
-- Tang Meng Haoran "spring in the joy of Wang Jiu Xiangxun" 14, heard that the spring is not yet known, walking along the cold plum visit news.
--- Tang Li Bai "Send Wang Hanyang in Early Spring" 15, "The cold snow in the plum is over, the spring breeze on the return of the willow.
--Tang Li Bai "eight words of music in the palace" 16, the east wind with the return of spring, hair on my branch flowers.
-- Tang Li Bai "send Qiang drop Bazhong" 18, Xianyang February and March, the palace willow gold branches. -- Tang Li Bai "ancient wind" 19, spring grass, such as love, the mountain still contains green.
-- Tang Li Bai "Jinmen answer Su Xiucai" 20, when there are falling flowers to, far with the fragrance of running water. --- Tang Liu Zhenxu "Que title" 21, flying snow with the spring is still, the good court dawn from leisure.
--Tang Liu Zhenxu "snow for the hill" 22, the road by the end of the white clouds, spring and green streams long.
23. The flowers fall from the trees, and the birds cry in the spring mountains. --Tang Li Hua's "Spring Walk Improvisation" (春行即兴) 24, Su Su Flowering Evening, Fei Fei Red Vegetable Light.
The day is long and male birds and birds, spring is far away from the only firewood and thorns.
The first two lines describe the red color of the flowers and the lightness of the willow flakes.
The last two lines say that the day is getting longer. Spring color is far away, only to listen to the birds tuning couch, no one to come and go, only the wood door, 25, the branches are easy to have fallen, the tender stamens to discuss the fine open.
--- Tang Dufu "Qujiang river to the rain" Yan branch: rouge. Nymphoides: Nymphoides peltatum, an aquatic herb.
27, encroaching snow color also daylily, leakage of spring light has willow.
This sentence says that daylily buds, encroaching snow color. Leakage: to reveal.
28, Jianghan spring wind, frost last night.
-- Tang Dufu 《遣闷戏呈路十九曹长》 30、朝来新火起新烟，湖色春光净客船。
31, just like the spring breeze to deceive, the night to blow several flowers. --- Tang Du Fu, "Nine Songs of Absolute Sentences" (绝句漫兴九首) 32, the east wind is good as the sun and make, every grass and flowers report the occurrence of.
-- Tang Qian Qi "spring suburbs" Yang and: the warmth of spring. 33, swallows do not return to the spring late, a Ting smoke and rain apricot flowers cold.
--- Tang Dai Shulun "Su Xi Pavilion" Ting: waterfront flat. 34, Poetry family in the new spring, the green willow is only yellow half not even.
--- Tang Yang Juyuan, "Early Spring in the East of the City" Half; most. Uneven: uneven.
35. The spring water of the Yangtze River is green and colorful, and the lotus leaves are as big as money.
- Tang Zhang Ji "Spring Farewell Song" 36, sometimes three points and two points of rain, everywhere ten branches and five branches of flowers.
-- Tang Li Shanfu "cold food two" This is the description of the scenery of the Qingming season. 37, the new year has not been the fragrance, early February surprised to see the grass buds.
The snow is too late for spring, so it goes through the garden trees as flying flowers.
The snow, however, is too late for spring, so it is wearing the trees as flowers to decorate the scene of early spring.
38, the sky street drizzle moist as crispy, grass color is close to see but not. The best thing about spring is that it's the best thing about spring, and it's the best thing about willow.
-- Tang Han Yu "early spring to present the water department Zhang eighteen members outside" Tianjie: the streets of the capital.
The absolute victory; far superior. 39. The grass and trees know spring.
4. Poems describing the sound of springMuch to go,
Bai Juyi Pipa Xing:
"Big strings are noisy as the rain, fine strings cut like whispers."
The original poem:
JXunyang Jiangtou night to send a guest, maple leaves and dixie flowers in the fall.
The master dismounted from his horse and the guest was in the boat, and he raised his wine to drink without any strings.
Drunkenness is not a joyful parting, but a parting of a vast river with a moon in it.
The sound of a pipa on the water is heard, and the master forgets to return to the ship.
The sound of the lute was heard on the water, and the master forgot to return to the house.
The boat was moved close to the invitation to see each other, and the wine was added to the lanterns to reopen the feast.
The first time he came out was when he was holding the pipa, and the second time he was holding the pipa, and the third time he was holding the pipa.
The three or two strings of the axle are plucked, and there is a feeling of love before the tune is written.
The strings are not only a source of frustration, but also a source of frustration for the people of the world.
The newest addition to the list is the newest addition to the list, the newest addition to the list, the newest addition to the list, the newest addition to the list.
The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes.
The big strings are as noisy as the rain, and the small strings are like whispers.
Noisy and confused, big pearls and small pearls fall from the jade disk.
The warbler's words are slippery under the flowers, and the water is flowing under the beach.
The water springs are cold and the strings are condensed, and the condensation never passes.
The other sorrows are not as dark as they seem, but the silence is better than the sound.
The bottle of water is broken at first, and the iron rider is protruding from his sword.
At the end of the song, the dial is drawn to the center of the heart, and the four strings sound like cracking silk.
The east boat and the west boat are silent, and the only thing you can see is the white moon in the center of the river.
The song is a very good one, but it's not a good one.
The first time I heard this, I said that I was a woman from the capital, and that my family lived under the toadstools.
The pipa is the first of the 13 pipa schools, and it is the first of the workshops.
The first time I saw her, I was in the middle of a song, and I was very jealous of her.
The first time I saw this movie was when I was a young man, and the first time I saw it was when I was a young woman.
My younger brother died in the army, and the color is the same.
The oldest man was married to a merchant woman.
The businessman is more interested in profit than in parting, and he went to buy tea at Fu Liang in the month before last.
The boat is empty at the mouth of the river, and the moon is cold on the river.
The night was deep and I dreamed of my youth, and I cried tears of red.
I heard that the pipa had already sighed, and then I heard the words again.
The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and the first time I saw a student at the University of California, Berkeley.
I resigned from the emperor's capital last year, and I've been living in Xunyang City.
Xunyang is a remote place, no music, not heard the sound of silk and bamboo.
Live near the pen river, low humidity, yellow hut bitter bamboo around the house.
In the meantime, what do you hear at night and day, the azalea cries blood and the apes wail.
Spring river flowers towards the autumn moon night, often take the wine also pour alone.
Or is there no mountain song or village flute?
Tonight, when I hear you speak on the pipa, it is like listening to the music of the immortals.
I would like to play a song for you.
I am very happy to hear your words, but I am very happy to hear your words.
It's not like the sound of the past, but it's like the sound of the future, and you can hear it all over again.
The most common is the one who weeps the most, and the one who is wet.
Walking on the path of the mountain forest in the spring, my ears are very quiet, birds chirping and insects chirping, the wind whisking and the rain slanting, these, are not noisy sounds. However, you have to be still to let the real sound grow and flow in your heart, and listen carefully! There is no kind of life that can temporarily stop functioning, stop flowing in the river of life.
Ajahn Chah, a Thai meditation master, taught his disciples to learn to be in the state of mind of "still flowing water". The disciples wondered, "Where in the world is there still flowing water? Since it is flowing water, it cannot be still at the same time! Yes! Since it is sound, there cannot be sound that cannot be heard! How can a sound that cannot be heard be called "sound"?
Ajahn Chah says that it is a state of mind. Keeping the mind still and quiet does not mean that the interaction between life and the outside world stops for a while; thought is still flowing in the mind, and wisdom is easily conceived in it.
I think the surface of the world does not determine all states. Can others hear the voice that resounds in your heart? Do you hear the voices in the hearts of others? Do you have a lot of sound is not from the ears ringing, but from the depths of the heart of a forgotten corner, occasionally overflowing, or when echoed in the mind. Certain moments of time touch up the voices of memories, voices of the future, voices of ideals, voices of the flow of thought. The land of your mind is busy and noisy, or empty and cold and soundless. Perhaps you are learning to be quiet and easy to feel, and then to let your heart land be noisy and lively, full of willful energy, instead of being so noisy that you cannot listen.
Walking on the noisy mountain trails in spring, ears clear and quiet, crouching down, but you can see the lively and boisterous sound. A delicate seedling has just explored the green buds from the soft black mud. After receiving the full nourishment of rainwater, they burst out of the life energy is how huge and gentle. Before waiting for the soil to turn from cold to warm, one plant, two plants, three plants, a hundred plants, a thousand plants have broken out of the ground, spreading everywhere in the soft land.
The sound of sprouting plants may not be heard, but it is seen and understood. Look down carefully into every corner hidden by last year's old growth, and if you can hear the sound of the faintest seedlings rising up and probing: the sound of the waves that have been coming to the shore since time immemorial, they have not stopped, they have been pronouncing themselves into the future, and they have been lifting up the will to live.
We do not intend to trample on the will of these probes when we go up the mountain in the spring. Even if one is careful to avoid every possible mistake, the powerful will of those beautiful little beings is spread over every crevice of the land, and one is disturbed. It was as if they were clamoring in groups, "Be careful! Don't trample us! Don't trample us!" I, on the other hand, was forced by intolerance to go in and out, chagrined.
The intolerance that springs from within has grown stronger in recent years, making the days on the mountain after the spring rains a bit uncomfortable and heartbreaking. Unless it's necessary, or some particular splendor of spring is too appealing. Otherwise I'd rather stay home with joyful gratitude that this year's spring rains came at the right time to liberate my thirsty friends from a long winter.
I am grateful to have begun such a humble state of mind within me, and to show humility to the earth is a life practice not easily experienced. When you hear the sound of young spring life and care about it, it is closer to goodness than hard listening to profound truths
I am glad to have begun such a humble state of mind.