Lyrics to the effect:
Listen quietly to my imitation of the cicadas' song,
I hope everyone will come and harmonize.
Though our voices are not better than those of the cicadas,
life has filled me with ***,
Singing of our youth,
Singing of our love.
Background:
The Dong are mainly distributed in Guizhou, Hunan, Hubei and Guangxi Zhuang Autonomous Region. In the literature of Song Dynasty, Dong people were called "Geling", and the folk people were mostly called "Dong family". Originally, there was no writing for Dong people, but the program of Dong language in the form of Latin alphabet was set up in 1958, but the Chinese language is still mostly used nowadays. The Dong language is divided into two dialects: southern and northern. The Dong people are mainly engaged in agriculture and forestry, and are also famous for their architectural art. Dong brocade, Dong embroidery and silver jewelry are very rich in characteristic beauty.
The "Great Song" of the Dong people, which is a chorus of voices, is magnificent and free. Pipa songs, accompanied by pipa or "Geyiqin", are also unique to the Dong ethnic group, with cheerful and smooth tunes. Dong opera, which began in the early 19th century, was developed from the original narrative rap, with simple steps, simple movements, diverse tunes and singing, Dong costumes, no face painting, and strong ethnic colors. Dong folk dance, there are "Doe", Lusheng dance and dragon dance, lion dance and so on.
The female voice is an incredibly precise portrayal of nature's celestial music, with an empty and pure sound effect that brings a unique sense of beauty and harmony. The beautiful and ethereal Dong language chanting makes people long for the beautiful mountains and waters of the Dong countryside.
Dong:
Dong originated from "Luo Yue" in Qin and Han Dynasties. After the Wei and Jin Dynasties, these tribes were generally called "Bong", and the Dong people are part of the "Bong". They are now mainly found in Liping, Congjiang, Rongjiang, Tianzhu and Jinping in Guizhou Province, Xinhuang, Jingxian and Tongdao in Hunan Province, and Sanjiang and Longsheng counties in Guangxi Province. They have a population of 2.51 million (1990, 4th population census). They believe in many gods and worship natural objects.
The Dong people have their own language, which belongs to the Dong Shui branch of the Zhuang-Dong language family of the Han-Tibetan language family. Most of the Dong people speak Chinese. Originally there was no script, but in 1958 the pinyin script in the form of Latin alphabet was designed. The Dong people also have their own folk opera, the Dong Opera. It was developed from narrative rap. Dong folk songs are especially famous for their metaphors. The xiao flute is their musical instrument. The Dong people are also famous for their architectural art. Every walled village has chicly shaped wooden buildings. This kind of wooden structure without a single nail or rivet has absorbed part of the essence of ancient Chinese pavilion and pavilion architecture.
The Dong nationality is mainly engaged in agriculture and also in forestry. They mainly produce fish and japonica rice, and make good use of rice paddy to raise fish. Forestry is famous for producing cedar.
On August 19, 1951, Longsheng Dong and Miao, Zhuang, Yao and other ethnic groups in Guangxi established Longsheng Autonomous County. Later, the Sanjiang Dong Autonomous County of Guangxi (December 3, 1952), the Dong Autonomous County of Passage in Hunan (May 7, 1954), the Miao and Dong Autonomous County of Qiandongnan (July 23, 1956), the Dong Autonomous County of Xinhuang in Hunan (December 5, 1956), and the Dong Autonomous County of Yuping in Guizhou (November 7, 1984) were also established.
Daily Food Customs Most areas have three meals a day, while some places have the custom of having four meals a day, i.e. two teas and two meals. The two teas refer to the oil tea unique to the Dong folk. Oil tea is tea, flowers, fried peanuts (or crispy soybeans), glutinous rice, meat or pork, salt, scallions and other raw materials (some places also add spinach and bamboo artemisia), made of soup-like diluted food, both to quench their thirst, but also hunger, it is often referred to as "eating oil tea". Four meals in the middle of two meals for the main meal, to rice as the main food, generally in the flat dam area of the Dong people eat fish rice, mountainous areas of the Dong horseshoe crabs eat glutinous rice. Glutinous rice is sticky in nature and is often used to make dumplings, patties and glutinous rice balls. It is not only hunger-resistant, but also easy to carry, and not easy to become rancid, doubly loved by the Dong people. There are many kinds of glutinous rice in the Dong area, including red glutinous rice, black glutinous rice, white glutinous rice, long beard glutinous rice, bald shell glutinous rice, dry land glutinous rice and fragrant rice glutinous rice and so on 7 or 8 kinds of glutinous rice, among which the fragrant rice glutinous rice has the name of king of glutinous rice, and it has the reputation of "one family steams rice, the whole village smells fragrant". Dong daily vegetables are very rich, in addition to fresh pumpkin, bitter gourd, leeks, most pickled into pickles. Such as: pickled cucumber, pickled rooibos, pickled beans, pickled ferns and so on. Dong daily dishes are mainly sour. There are not only sour soup, but also various kinds of pickles, sour meat, sour fish, sour chicken, sour duck and so on made from sour soup. According to legend, pickles began in the Song Dynasty, and there is a historical record that "old fish in the south is used as lousy food, and there is a record that it does not go bad for ten years". There are two kinds of pickles: altar system and cylinder system. The altar system means that the rice water is put into the altar, and then placed by the fire to heat up the water so that it can ferment and make sour soup, and then fish, shrimp and vegetables are boiled in the sour soup, which is then used as the most common daily dish. Folk often eat shrimp sauce is also more altar production. Production of shrimp sauce, the first raw shrimp and chili pepper mixed, mashed, and then add porridge, soybean meal, cattle ginger, cinnamon and salt, stirred into the altar, fermentation can be consumed. When eaten and then fried in oil, the taste of fresh sour and spicy, the most appetizing with rice. Pickled fish, pork chops, steak and chicken and duck are mainly made in tubes. There are two kinds of barrels: wooden barrels and bamboo barrels. The longer the fish is marinated, the better the flavor. Production of pickled fish to the best in winter, when the grass carp into the winter cold, in a semi-dormant, no longer eat, less feces in the abdomen, muscle thick meat tight, the most suitable for pickled fish. Fish and shrimp in addition to a large number of sour food, but also often fresh food. Especially in the pond every year, more fish and shrimp, commonly used grass carp to do fish soup (Dong language more dam). When making fish soup, remove the fish viscera, fried with tea oil, and then into the right amount of water to boil, plus glutinous rice flour, boiled into a porridge, add salt, can be eaten. When organizing banquets, freshly fried carp and crucian carp are expensive. The Dong ethnic area also has the habit of raising fish in rice paddies, after planting rice seedlings every year, they will put the fish fry into the rice by the autumn harvest season, the rice is golden, the fish fry have grown into big fish, when one side of the rice harvest, one side of the catch; and immediately burned up a bonfire in the field, will be caught in the fish part of the wash to remove the scales, with a twig or a bamboo stick to wear up, put on a charcoal fire, until the color of the yellow aroma, tearing with the hands of the fish slices, dipped in salt and chili pepper to eat, not only the fresh aroma is delicious, but also interesting! It is not only delicious, but also interesting. The adult men of the Dong ethnic minority generally love to drink, and most of the alcohol they drink is home-brewed rice wine, which is not high in degree, light and mellow.
Festivals, rituals and food customs Traditional festivals of Dong nationality have different dates in different places, and the festive food is often connected with banquets. Especially on the days of birth, birth, marriage and funeral, different scale of banquet activities are carried out. In the Dong folk in Sanjiang area of Guangxi, it is customary to congratulate women on the birth of their first-born children with "Sanchao wine" after marriage. "Three Chao" refers to three days, that is, ten days after the birth of the child divination, choose two of the odd days, such as: five, seven, nine (some places
There is a song of joy in the heart of the 600 to 800 words essayTitle: There is a song of joy in the heart of the Requirements: ① not less than 600 words ② neat and tidy, well-written.
Simple analysis: the essay question continues the theme orientation of the recent years of the midterm essay - reflecting the healthy and positive life of contemporary teenagers and colorful growth mentality, the continuation of the recent years of the "poetic" style, openness, and the writing space is very wide. The first time I saw this, I was able to get a good look at it and it was a good look.
The title of the "heart" of the "song" has a rich connotation, can actually refer to the song, can also be a metaphor for some kind of emotion (precious friendship, warmth of affection), aspirations, etc., can be related to nature, art, personal, social, etc., can be narrative, Lyric, argumentation, etc.
At the same time, the words "have support", "joy" and so on play a restrictive role.
"There is a branch" emphasizes the number of one, "joy" frames the emotional tone, which requires that this must be a positive, pleasant "song".
From the difficulty of the question, as long as you read the question carefully and hold on to the key words, it is unlikely to deviate from the question.
In addition, we should read the mind of the writer: we hope that the candidates will pay attention to the beauty of their own heart or around them, but it is easy to ignore.
Therefore, in order to excel in the content of the writing, we need to be able to see the details of life, hear the waves in the heart, and observe and think about themselves, the people and things around them, and the society.
Whether you use the original meaning of "song", metaphorical meaning or a combination of real and imaginary, you should be an independent person's thoughts and language in the text of the bright colors.
I'm afraid that if you want to rely on the preparation of some "universal material" to "one key to open ten thousand locks", you will suffer.
Reference examples: sample to appreciate a "hours, my mother told me that the sea is my hometown ..." This song is still lingering in my ears, making me think a lot, savoring the joy of childhood ... blue sea, golden sand, white clouds! The blue sea, the golden beach, the white clouds floating in the air... Such images have appeared in my dreams more than once.
So I begged my dad to take me to the beach a long time ago.
But it never materialized, but at the beginning of the summer vacation of the sixth grade, he offered to take me to the beach to play, and I really "jumped three feet high" as the saying goes! When I got to the beach, I realized it wasn't the sea of my dreams: the water there was yellow.
Dad told me it was the Yellow Sea.
Oh, it's called the Yellow Sea because the water is yellow in color.
My sister and I walked on the beach with our bare feet.
哎，好痛啊，一个东西刺痛我的脚，原来是一个--贝壳，这扇贝壳可真好看啊：圆圆的，上面些许的斑点衬着霞一般的颜色，真是锦上添花呢! We then hurry to pick up the shells, pick up two big bags, one person a bag, the sound of laughter will be like the shells, sprinkled on the beach.
The waves surging, from time to time hit a huge wave, my father and I rolled up his pants legs, stood in the waves, enjoying this natural "***", two pairs of "stinky" feet will also quietly murmur with the waves.
After a while, Dad seemed to be enjoying a very satisfied as if he ran to the beach to pick up small oysters.
The sharp-eyed sister immediately saw, busy shouting me, turn around and look, hey, mom and aunt at some point also ran to help dad side.
Of course, we do not show weakness, step by step slippery run to them, but in the run, you have to be very careful, unknown like a bamboo tip of the wooden tube from the silt "probe" out of the head, a little inattentive, your feet will have to suffer.
Dad said, when I get home, I'll send some shells to my other sister, and the little oysters will be mine.
Near noon, the sun seems to have become younger, with his whole body strength "spray" out of the heat, the people are "roasted" into the "dry son".
At this time, everyone's stomach also due to "insufficient resources" began to "strike", the father and mother's nagging urging and from time to time ringing, the ear is almost rubbed out of the blisters, had to reluctantly look at a few eyes again the sea.
The sea, boundless --- "Born on the beach, growing up in the sea ----" 范文欣赏二 weak moonlight into the small room, gently caressing your face, pleased to look down on you.
In the shadow of the moon, your figure is always busy.
Every day is such hard work.
You got up so early, so early, before the sun had risen, at the moment when the moon was still very bright you got up from the warmth of the blanket, endured the piercing cold, endured the torture of the winter wind.
Hands *** In the frozen world, winter water can be cold! It is a miracle that you warmed that ice with your warm hands.
And whenever I opened my eyes and heard the first sound is downstairs your cheerful laughter echoed for a long time, talk about very happy.
I was thinking about it.
There is always a kind of inertia, do not want to get up, do not want to get up, lazy up.
This is how I fell asleep, listening to the sound of your laughter, will be so kind.
I didn't get up until you called me several times, and then I had to do every action for several minutes, combing my hair, getting dressed, and washing my face.
And you never tired of calling me, "Come on, come on!" And then I would have a motivation to hurry up, hurry up, hurry up, your voice had a kind of magic.
One day, I had such a strange dream: "There is only one lonely me left in the world, and the people next to me pass me by, and no one asks me, and I want to talk to them, but they ignore me.
When I saw you, the fire of hope was kindled in my heart, and I felt your faces were so dear to me.
"I woke up with this image playing over and over in my head and it woke up my sleeping brain.
Some ideas are always so beautiful, but always hard to do.
Yes, I used to tell myself, "Be good, how hard your parents work! I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it.
"But the good things always can not continue, I think I can not insist, maybe it is my deepest deepest truest lazy it.
Growing up, you no longer hit me, no longer scold me, always educate me all the time, from your mouth words really feel so kind, I will forget, only immersed in your song, you always teach me, and I am always listening to, over time, I have become accustomed to the sound, it seems that did not hear your scolding pour seem uncomfortable.
When I see you frowning, deep inside will emerge heartache, I will blame myself for doing wrong, and then I try to giggle, to please you happy.
Maybe really grown up, I began to be considerate of you, I began to care about your hard work, I began to seek that...
Song of the Crickets and CicadasThe blazing sun of July was on fire, and the leaves on the tall trees were all gone, and the puppies were sticking out their tongues and huffing and puffing.
The robins were chirping from the tree in front of my house, as if they were having a concert, and I wanted to catch a few of them and show them off to my sister! After a lot of preparation, one afternoon, I carried a freshly made cicada cage, found the tools made of plastic net and bamboo poles, and ran towards the poplar forest.
Cicadas were screaming, "I know, I know ......", totally unaware of the catastrophe behind me. I was happy to run over to the net, but the cicada flew out of the gap in the tree, and rested on another tree.
"robin, robin ......" called again, as if in a cheeky laugh at me.
I meditate on its past, seriously summarize the experience, do not know two or three hours have passed, I have caught several.
From this, I understand a truth: when catching cicadas, we should hold our breath, quietly watch the situation, slowly lean forward, and decisively strike, and only in this way will be successful.
Ah! The first time to catch cicadas, the harvest is not small!
Who knows the lyrics of the song (Song of the Cicada), in Dong language, written in Chinese, online etc...
The Song of the Spring Cicada 1. Fanfan Zhangka, Yao Duo Meiga, Lunlang Saixiao listen, Duo Ga Lunlang Saixiao dare in the card well Langlang Langlang Li Langlang Li, Langlang Langlang Li Langlang.
2. Through the various March Lunlang Shen, Hangman bright plate.
Lunlang Dangshen listen to the right Langlang Langlang, Langlang Langlang, Langlang Langlang.
3. Lunlang bird angry lotus, great anger, bad karma like ga lunlang, force said no lai, no lai le, drying Ning long, chanting when the grams ah ah ah, lee dang lotus, the ah Lie, hey long.
The Song of the Summer Cicadas 1.
2. Enei Nai Enei, bird ah no ah howling ah, read ah read, read read read read read um ah.
3. Ene Sen howled the hit ho niang Lao ah, when Shen Mu you, ah long wow Sai Yaolu Sai Yaolu, dry Ning long, chanting when the gram ah ah ah, Lie Dang Hao, the ah Lie, hey long.
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Essay 200 words describing the call of the cicadasThe summer day, which is called the day of ambrosia in our family.
This is the season when the sound of cicadas is at its peak.
This season in the countryside as long as it is a clear day, it is almost a world of cicada sounds.
The sound of cicadas is blown by the wind, the sound of cicadas is baked by the sun, and the sound of cicadas is drenched in the air. ...... The sound of cicadas is not monotonous, and it is just like the sound of birds chirping with a variety of calls.
One of the most prominent call Niko sound cicadas, this kind of cicada likes to pickpocket in tall trees, or willow, aspen, or bracteate.
Ancient people painted cicadas more than the "willow song cicada" meaning, which is also based on a certain life.
Its call is loud and high-pitched, and the "ee - ee -" sound can be heard from a distance.
These cicadas are large and thick-shelled, so they are very sensitive and not easy to catch.
When I was in elementary school, a fifth-grade student was the best at catching these cicadas.
He carried it in a matchbox and struck it to make a series of very loud cries.
Though it did not sound as good as it did in the tree, it still made me envious and made me give up a newly bought workbook.
Finally exchanged it from his hands, do not want to return home but was my old cat to the target.
When I was not paying attention, he took the matchbook with him, which made me sad for a few days.
A cicada that is a little smaller than that makes a "robin, robin, robin" sound.
These cicadas are not very high and are a bit dull, so they are easy to catch.
I've read about this cicada in many articles, and most of them are about it boasting, which the Chinese never like.
So when I was writing the article, I couldn't help but question it: "You keep saying you know that you know that you know that you know that you know that you know that you know that you know that you know that you know that." Behind my family's old house there is a date palm tree that does not grow very tall, and on it likes to board this kind of Cain.
So as soon as the school summer vacation, most of my time at home is grilled on this date tree.
Take a cool ride.
Catching cicadas.
Picking jujube to eat.
One kind of cicada has a "hissing" sound at the end of its call, and this kind of cicada's call is the most interesting, and listening to its song is like listening to a very rhythmic ringing small order.
The sound is repetitive and rhythmic, and the beginning and the end of the sound are different.
But I can't picture the sound of it in the dictionary.
I'm afraid that its kind of call can only be imitated by a musical instrument, which may be why many people are reluctant to describe the sound of cicadas, which is most difficult to describe accurately in words.
There is another kind of cicada that only calls before dusk comes, which we call the evening cicada.
This cicada's call is the most audible and musical.
The sound of a string of "tic tic ......" is like a thin and weak flowing water, and like the sound of the piano.
The sound is low and high, weak and strong.
If the aftermath is the aftermath.
It was the time when the green hills reflected the evening sun, and the stream sang the dusk.
The wind is blowing, and the children are returning to their homes.
This night the cicadas chirping, as if a string of beautiful cell phone ***, who is also about the dusk? In the summer, the sound of cicadas seems to be synchronized with the dry heat.
I don't know if you can notice, where the hot weather, as long as the sun baked more than the day, the cicadas are more than happy.
They seem to like this kind of heat the most, it is strange, like this kind of hot weather, if suddenly there is no sound of cicadas, you will feel more stuffy.
Only when the cicadas are screaming, the hot day will only make you feel hot, not stuffy, which may be why the cicadas are screaming more happily in the drier climate - to get rid of the depression.
It's hot enough in itself, and if you add stuffiness to it, you can't stand it.
That's why, when the weather comes, nature arranges for you to hear the sound of cicadas to get rid of your depression.
Cicadas, the music of the earth.
Whenever they resound on a tall, straight and green tree, it is as if a tree is singing in the sun, and as if the sun and the wind are singing.
The summer is hot, but the music is constant.
The essay "The song is loud and clear" 600 words narrative essay
2013 Jiaxing midterm essay topic: the song is loud and clear Model essay 1: Our past, our present, our infinitely distant future.
Our past, our present, our infinitely distant future.
Our grass-green days of calling friends, our long nights of knee-to-knee conversations.
We are dashing, we are bright, we are energetic.
The long song of passion breaks through the dome of the sky, the melody of youth around the ears, sound, *** fly.
Youth is a song, in the pursuit of dreams on the journey, listen to the song loud and clear.
Clueless childish years passed away quietly, noiselessly led out of the exciting and surging youth years.
We are strong and energetic, looking forward to the heart of the ideal seed growth, the formation of a flourishing tree.
Looking forward to becoming a cloud of ambition, the king's wind, the eagle fighting in the dome of the sky.
Yes, we are in the prime of life, have a dream, have a pursuit, have a hot heart.
We are singing the *** vigorous youthful song, that uplifting, loud and powerful song, as unstoppable as the surging waves rolled up, do not believe, you listen - "want to fly to the sky, and the sun shoulder to shoulder, the world is waiting for me to change, want to do the dream, from not afraid of others! See, here I can realize all.
"The day we stepped into the youth, we secretly will be a small dream gathered, rotating, cutting, overlapping, composed of a brilliant glass ball, refracted Road Road to the future of the longing, yearning, written into a song of budding youth fantasies, singing.
"Laugh out loud, let you and I shoulder to shoulder, where can't joy unlimited, put aside the worries, bravely stride forward, I'm standing in the middle of the stage.
"We began to fight for our dreams, every minute, every moment, with sweat as credentials, with faith as a pillar.
But sometimes we are trampled by setbacks, pulled into the abyss by disappointments, and plunged into darkness as thick as ink.
But we are still in a small despair greatly trying to write a brave and positive, never give up the symphony of youth, do not give up, do not accept defeat, do not resign to fate, we sing.
"I believe in me, I believe in tomorrow, I believe that youth has no horizon.
"On the youthful dream-chasing journey, we have no complaints, no regrets, we have cried, laughed, tired, and made trouble.
Enough.
Everything in their own hands, this is a piece of vibrant youth rock and roll we wrote.
"I believe in freedom, I believe in hope, I believe in reaching for the sky.
With you by my side, let life be more fresh, every moment is wonderful two," accompanied by this familiar "I believe", we are reckless to sing the song of youth, which is intertwined with the tears and sweat, music and bitter entwined music, is the song of life that we use youth to write.
We are full of confidence, we are optimistic.
Just listen to the song loud and clear, just feel the youth long live 范文二： 暂别了半年，我总是默默在温习着我们唱过的歌。
Our first meeting was two years ago in a breeze not noise summer.
Balsam fir in the afternoon under the light and shadow of the beauty of some fluttering, dense leaves like burning under the fire, fluttering like the sound bells of the light of all things, it is the hearty in your youth; fine leaves carefully cut open the sunshine of the pouring, mottled images of those quiet years of the chime, it is the warmth and happiness of my youth.
"Come and sing.
" The wind rose, ear gusts of clear.
The crisp rhythm of the camphor leaves, the lazy weary chirping of the cicadas, the heart-breaking rustle of the fallen leaves sweeping down, the soft gusts of people's whispers ...... of those happy and unhappy, are all our wonderful harmonies.
"If the pride has not been the reality of the sea y discharged under, and how would know, to work harder, to go far away ......" We laugh uncontrollably, hysterical singing, because we believe that we can go together to the original dream.
I remember that time, we argued very hard, it seems that every word is mean as old and dead enemies, immobile face like a buried mask of severe pain.
You held your fire and came to me, face red, like forgetting the lines designed before in the toilet, I puffed.
Who has forgotten who's snarky barbs that day.
"Come and sing.
" We sang the same song that we first met, "Initial Dreams", laughing and singing loudly, two eyes still can not help but drift through the light on the long corridor of the sudden light and darkness.
The deep twilight gently kissed our faces, it smiled and whispered in our ears "eyes are beautiful.
We met the day before yesterday and sang many more songs together, singing at the top of our lungs the songs we used to sing.
Thinking about it, at that time we struck each other, but we have been supporting the broken boat together; at that time we were jealous of each other, but because of each other's good and know the shame.
Just met a few days ago, still think of the songs we sang.
The songs were loud and clear, and our friendship shone with them.
Write a tokusatsu essay on "Cicada"When summer came, in that hot summer heat, you sang the hymn of summer, just to prove your existence.
When autumn came, the red maple leaves spread over the mountain road, a red carpet far away to see you off, so you left this beautiful place - heaven on earth.
How many years of waiting for only this summer.
Your song is the most beautiful in the world, it teaches the world a lot of knowledge - for a dream, to be persistent in waiting, which cares how long it takes to wait, and when it comes time to show their own style.
I love you, the singer of summer, the silence of the fall - cicadas!
Cicada catching essay aA noon in summer, I was taking a nap, the house are quiet, but the window outside is very noisy, do not believe you listen, "only ...... only ...... only ... ...", "Mockingbird ......Mockingbird ......Mockingbird ...... ", "West ...... West ...... West ...... West ......", who is calling? It turned out to be different kinds of "singers" - cicadas.
I was very curious and interested in cicadas, so I went online to check the information about cicadas.
The life of a cicada can be divided into three stages: egg, larva, and adult.
Adult cicadas have their home in trees.
Oh, the singing cicada's home is in the dozens of meters high poplar tree at the back of our yard! The singing cicadas are all male cicadas, because all male cicadas have a generator on their body that amplifies the sound, and female cicadas have it too, but they don't make a sound.
Female cicadas lay eggs by piercing the branches of the tree with their tail needles and laying their eggs inside, which will automatically hatch into tiny larvae, which will automatically burrow into the ground and eat the sap of the tree, and the larvae will stay underground for at least 2-3 years, and up to 17 years, and then burrow out and become an adult after four moults.
Cicada larvae are so weak that small ants can destroy them.
However, the larvae stay underground for so many years just to sing on the tree for a month, and after a month or so, the cicada dies.
Cicada, you have exchanged your life for a month of singing, we should be like you, cherish every minute and every second.
Listening to the rain in the new city recently, there is always a little rain, sweeping away the heat of the summer, has been the beginning of autumn, is also considered to be the autumn rain, the rain and the wind with the slightest coolness, thin cold attacked people.
On my balcony, listening to the rustling rain, want to hear the sound of the rain necessary to have a bearer to do, although the "pattering rain sprinkled banana" ancients like the rain hit the banana, but in my case, I still prefer that the size of the leaves of the music square, the sound is more pleasant to listen to, rhythmic and staccato.
There are more than a dozen banyan trees in the square, the height of the tree tops is enough to reach the window, the breeze passes by, the tree tops fluttering, washed more than just trees, and the whole heart.
If you listen to the rain in the small pond in the Music Square, it must be very beautiful.
A shower floated, suddenly reminding me of my childhood, the hometown of the pond lotus leaves, or scattered one or two branches of lotus, thin very, Chu Chu moving.
The rain hit the lotus leaves is not only the sound of the delicate, more poetic picture, green lotus leaves, raindrops or slip or turn into the heart of the leaf, rolling, Tingting leaves with the wind swinging, rain, red lotus, green lotus, ripples, such visual enjoyment need to coincide with the passing of the good, intentionally run to be too pretentious.
It has been a long time since I have listened to the rain on the pond, just like the years that have passed.
I don't know from when onwards, all generations of literati listening to the rain in the article is always sentimental, Lu Fangweng's "three more wine woke up in the lamp, lying down to listen to the rain beat the canopy" quite a "caller will be out of the change of wine, with the elimination of all the sorrows of the past" helpless; Daiyu's "Autumn Window Wind and Rain Eve" in the "the". Autumn Window Wind and Rain" in the "Evening pulse and wind, the lamp before the companion like a person weeping" "I do not know when the autumn rain breaks, has been taught to tears sprinkled with the window screen wet" is really sad and pitiful lamentable autumn rain always comes with people's sadness, very few said that in the year of abundance in the fragrance of the rice flowers.
Tonight, I listen to the rain but not half a bit of sadness, so that I am intoxicated by the sound of the rain is far and near, slow and urgent, across the window through the gauze of the light, that is the new city people have a happy family, cozy and unparalleled.
The cool rain brought calm to the hot summer night.
Crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle.
Outside should be a beautiful picture: the garden rose, moonflower stained with water droplets, like set a grain of pearl, flower bones out of the more delicate, sleep reveals a sweet smile.
Rain beads hit the turquoise leaves, but this thin piece of green can not withstand this "heavy" pressure, so the rain beads like sitting on the slide slipped down, fell into the embrace of the earth.
The rainwater on the concrete floor converged into a stream, only the raindrops fell into a small puddle like a diving athlete to fall in a very graceful position, splashing a water droplet.
The rain cast the light in a rose color.
The sound of rain is getting louder and louder, more and more urgent, perhaps this time the wine bamboos and then raise a glass to invite rain? The wine is not a good thing, but it is a good thing that you have a lot of time to play the piano and the rain. It's like the picture of "big pearls falling from a jade plate".
Perhaps this time in the Imperial Court in waving the brush and singing? Although not drinking, but also to drink tea, brewed a cup of osmanthus lotus leaf tea, ah, suddenly full of fragrance, full of mouth.
So I was more spontaneous turn off the lights, point on a floating wax, set up a good tea cups, wisps of tea with the ghostly candlelight, accompanied by the sound of the rain outside the window, imagining the "rain in the mountains one night, the tree copied a hundred springs," the beauty of the rain, the night, the tea thoughts, natural flying far, the memory of the precipitation of the very deep, oh, this night is enough.
The breeze comes, the leaves rustle, rain beads crowded together and scattered, unchanged or the pattering sound, listen carefully, ethereal and distant.
Rain is a poet, writing a wordless poem, rain is a philosopher, from which it can get a deep philosophy, rain is a musician, can write the most beautiful melody, rain is an artist, so that the world by its hand and more beautiful.
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