1. The rain and fog have been sprinkled on the bamboo leaves, rustling like a maiden caressing the strings of a piano, like a spring silkworm devouring the mulberry leaves.
2, listen, that is the yellow warbler singing, it is like a skillful soprano, singing a gentle and soft tune, people can not help but clap their hands. Who is that majestic voice humming? Oh, it was an eagle, whose voice fills one with power. "Squeak," the little bug's voice is like a violin played by a musician, and although I don't know its name, I'm sure it's a good musician. "Mockingbird!" As soon as I hear this, I know who it is, it is a cicada, but does it only sing this song? The sounds of many insects and birds in my ears into a handful of unique symphony, it is how another person is intoxicated, fascinated!
3. The silver chain that cascades down, shimmers in the sunlight, making it brighter. And the grandeur of the silver chain is greater than any of the ornaments; and the enormity of the silver chain is greater than any of the invisible walls of air.
4, turn the axle to pluck the strings of three or two sounds, not yet tuned to the first love. The string of strings to hide the sound of thoughts, seem to complain of life is not ambition. The first thing you need to do is to make sure that you have a good understanding of what is going on in your mind. The first time I saw a woman in a dress was when I was a young girl, and the second time I saw a woman in a dress was when I was a young girl. The big strings are as noisy as the rain, and the small strings are like whispers. The big strings are like rain, and the small strings are like whispers. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
5, every day as if it were the end of love, a minute and a second of beauty to the tears fall, do not care about other people is good or bad, as long as you are brave to come with me, love does not have to be deliberately arranged, with the feeling to kiss each other on the embrace will be very pleasant to enjoy the present do not open up for fear of injury, many miracles that we believe that will be there.
6, Ding Ding Dong Dong's overnight rain, knocked up the spring plow gong, beat the drum of sowing.
7, walked 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 as crystal lovely.
8, snowflakes in the air, one by one, elegantly fall, bloom that overwhelming beauty and gentleness. That is God forgot to wash his hair, falling dandruff, dear I also forgot to wash my hair, but why fall full of sadness white roof white room, white birds fly over my years without leaving a sound, standing in the snow to catch a piece of snowflakes, look at it little by little into transparent droplets of water, refracted a miserable white, the whole world is like a luxurious worship.
9, the sound of rain, he grew up, became a family, to be a father ...... alleys, old houses and rain, became the most bizarre undertones of his life. Rainy days, he also told his son those ancient poems about the rain, his studio will always have a close friend to link up.
10, March rain like countless small hands, playing on the keys of the forest leaves, played a song of spring hymn.
13, suddenly, a burst of strings rose up in the air, fluttering, winding and flowing. Rushing up to the roof, floating to the foot, suddenly high and urgent, the aftermath of the sound. That is the familiar sound of the guzheng. It's soft and wispy, wanting to start and stop, but when it turns around, it suddenly becomes forceful and resonant. It can penetrate every pore and flow into the human heart.
14, in the dock of love, I burn my boat, afraid of the night dark, you neglect to miss, I burn heart waiting.
15, there is a kind of sound, let the middle-aged painter more and more nostalgic. This sound is very wonderful, there are colors, shapes, temperatures, and miscellaneous emotional stories. But now can no longer be heard.
16, the aftermath of the sound, three days, March not know the taste of meat. This song should only be on the sky, on earth rare a few times heard.
Noisy, noisy, noisy, noisy, noisy, noisy, noisy. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. The first time I saw this was when I was a kid, and the second time I saw it was when I was a teenager. There is no sound at this time that is better than sound. The silver bottle is broken at first, and the iron horsemen stand out with their swords and spears. At the end of the song, when the dial is drawn, the four strings sound like a crack.
Han Yu "listening to Ying Division playing the piano" is the most well-known sentence is the loss of power a fall of a thousand strong
Intimate children's language, the grudges phase er you.
The plan is to change to a high level, and the warrior will go to the enemy field.
The clouds and willow flakes have no roots, and the sky and the earth are wide and far away.
The birds were clamoring, but the phoenix was alone.
The first time I saw this was when I was a young man, and the second time I saw it was when I was a young man.
Contemplating the remaining two ears, did not save to listen to the silk Huang.
Since I heard Yingshi play, I got up and sat down.
I was so surprised when I pushed my hand to stop it, and my wet clothes were pouring with tears.
The first time I heard this was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and the second time I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley!
The most famous of Li He's "Li Ping Konghou Quotation" is the one about the phoenix calling in Kunshan, and the hibiscus weeping and dewing, and the orchid smiling.
Wu Si Shu Tong Zhang Gaoqiu, empty mountain condensation cloud decadence does not flow.
Jiang E cries bamboo Su female sad, Li Dip China play Konghou.
Kunshan jade broken phoenix call, hibiscus weeping dew fragrant orchid smile.
The twelve gates of the city are filled with cold light, and the twenty-three filaments of the city are moved by the purple Emperor.
The Nvwa stone is the place where the sky is mended, and the stone is broken to tease the autumn rain.
Dreaming into the sacred mountain, I taught the divine crone, and the old fish jumped into the waves and danced with the thin scales.
Wu Qi is a sleepless man leaning on a laurel tree, and his feet are wet with cold rabbits.
Into the Ruoye Stream
Wang Ji
The despatch boat, the empty water **** long.
The shadowy sunset is in the distance, and the sunny landscape is flowing back.
Cicadas are more quiet than the forests, and birds are singing in the mountains.
This is the place where I want to go back to, but I am tired of traveling for many years. In the south is not to go to the countryside or mountains to hear. The hissing of the autumn cicadas, like the crickets and rats in the north, is like a domestic insect that every family keeps at home.
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The sound of the piper is like a piper blowing while slowly approaching, and the sound of the piper is clear and beautiful, high and low, light and loud, and when it is low to the extreme, after a few circles, it sinks down again, and even though it is very low and very fine, each syllable is still clearly audible. Gradually bass in the occasional pearl and jade jumps, crisp and short, here and there, the complex sound gradually increased, first like a spring splash, and then like a group of flowers, flowers, more interspersed with between the off birds, and I and his voice, gradually the birds left, the spring residual flowers, but the sound of the rain Xiao Xiao, a bleak and solemn image, the rain is continuous, if not, finally all the music is silent.
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Towards the end, the sound suddenly rises again, as the turbulent water, crashing into the reef after the splash of the waves; and as a ship across the surface of the sea after the swirling rapids, rushed to the very high place; and like a dragon in the lofty mountains and peaks of the flying dragon, circling for a while after Then it rushes upward; then it rides on its spirit of a thousand twists and turns, like a silver swallow wandering around in the tunnel of space and time, and finally rushes straight upward, and the word "original" is exported, just like a pearl dropping down, with a sound on the ground.
4. Quietly listening to the sound, the sound is accompanied by the saxophone flow out. It was slow and emotional. Along with the sound, I saw the autumn of the Iowa grasslands, the autumn winds, where there is a misty and rich colors of autumn, the color is as bleak as a dense fog, the fog has Robert long and helpless thoughts.
5. The sea murmured poetically at our feet. The voice seemed as gentle as the hazy moonlight and the morning mist of the roses, low and soft, like a breeze over the strings of a lyre; like falling flowers drifting on the water.
4. "Hearing this familiar voice, my mind again surfaced his beautiful face and pleasant voice"1. "Hearing this familiar voice" subject is "I", can be omitted here.
2, "emerged his beautiful face and pleasant voice" subject is "my mind", the subject-verb collocation is not appropriate, the emergence of specific things in front of the eyes to appear, can not describe the sound. It can be changed to "his pleasant voice in the ear again".
3, "my mind and his beautiful face and pleasant voice", here, "face and voice" are imagined, but in front of the "heard this familiar voice But there is a sentence before "hearing this familiar voice", so the "voice" should not be imagined.
To sum up, it should read: hearing this familiar voice, my mind came back to his beautiful face.
5. Write a sentence describing the sound before you see what you first hear what you seem to be like and what you are like1. Before you see the bird, you hear the sound of birds chirping, like a mother's urgent call, like a lover's gentle response, like a boiling playground.
2, have not seen the river but heard the sound of running water, like floating clouds in general, like a passer-by as hurried, like a marching wave.
3, not yet seen the sea, first heard the sound of the waves, as if the torrents came roaring, and like the wind swept away.
4. In the woods, the birds are singing and calling, like waterfalls falling into deep streams, such as the waves beating the shore.
5, I like the sound of the brook running, because it is crisp and clear sound to make the irritable people happy; I like the sound of people talking softly and quietly, because the world will not be so noisy; I like the crisp call of the birds, because it tells me that spring is coming; I like the sound of the flowers opening, because the flowers are open and we are growing up; the sound of the symphony of nature, which brings us joy. us joy.
6, mom turned into the kitchen, I heard a familiar pots and pans ensemble, and the sound of cutting vegetables, the sound of juicer juice ...... a variety of sounds endless, these sounds belong to mom!
7, not my voice is getting better and better, but I put down, became someone else's treasure, no longer nagging you about trivialities!
8, the guzheng piano sound is very beautiful, like the brook that spring water droning, and has a sad, like the valley of the orchid, but also quite a lot of that air, as if a hero heroes, the guzheng piano sound is variable, depending on the mood of the player and the feeling of the zither, the guzheng is a kind of zither intoxicated, so that it seems as if people were born in the realm of their own.
9, I like to listen to songs alone. Put on headphones, or twist open the speaker, adjust the volume, close your eyes. All around a dark, as if in the chaos of ignorance. At this time, a wisp of song floated, as if the eye whisked a breeze, swept through a white cloud, drifted through a burst of spring rain.
10, these angelic birds always sing tirelessly. In this way, my front door can be lively, as if at any time open a tape recorder, I every day for free to enjoy the moving song.
11, I couldn't help but take it out of the cage, it struggled in 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, and its stomach rose and fell together, and the feathers on its belly were loose and soft, and hot to the touch.
12, in my life around, there are many pleasant sounds, birds singing, make me happy; teacher's teaching sound, enrich my knowledge; car horn sound, remind me to pay attention to safety; and grass rustle, tell me time in the flow. However, these sounds are wonderful and beautiful, but never compare to the marvelous of all things in nature.
13, brown and black body of the piano shiny, from thin to thick neatly arranged 21 strings. When you pluck them gently, they sound like running water, which is really wonderful!
14, from the waterfall in the splash 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.
15, gentle and low piano sound, such as the sound of music, echoing the sky. Like a fine rain hitting the banana, hear no sound from afar, quietly listen to the still in the ear. like two crystal grapes.
The boy had a pair of big, copper-bell eyes on his black tiger's head-like face, and was very spirited. His eyebrows were sometimes furrowed in a tight frown, forming a question mark between them; at other times they were happily stretched out, like an exclamation mark.
His red face shone like a ripe apple in September. His ears were white and red, with well-defined whorls and well-proportioned outer and inner rings, like a sculpted work of art.
Her small mouth contains a wealth of expression: when happy, skimming, play a ghost face; angry, pouting mouth can hang a small oil pot. The words that come out of this mouth can sometimes make people so angry that they burst into flames and sob, but sometimes they make people laugh.
Ms. Li has a beautiful head of hair, black, shiny, thick and dense, she stood in the sun, gently shaking her head, the hair will flash colorful halo. My classmate, Xiao Hong, wears a big braid, black and shiny, thick eyebrows embedded with a pair of big black eyes, looks quite beautiful. Xiaohong happened to be sitting facing the window, and the afternoon sunlight hit her round face, making her cheeks even more flushed; her hand holding the pen rested on her cheeks, and in her open sockets, her crystal eyes slowly swam, and her plump chin was slightly upturned--this was the look that was familiar and loved by the math teacher whenever she came up with a more ingenious way to solve a math problem. the demeanor.
Whenever I was doing my homework, the tip of my pen rustled as if the birds were singing to me, and as if encouraging me, "You must not be afraid of difficulties and climb to the top." She stood up and answered so accurately, so naturally, so fluently, as if she had prepared for it.
She recited in a subdued manner, with a beautiful tone of voice, and was so beautiful that the seat was moved. He, a naughty boy, read too fast, chopping and snapping, as if he were frying peanuts.
Juanjuan read the text in Mandarin, the voice is brittle, very good, even the sun also listened to the fascination, secretly from the window into the classroom, fell on her book, long unwilling to leave. I read the book greedily, as a hungry lamb broke into the grass tender green meadow.
She drilled into the vast sea of books, like a fish into the sea, forgetting the passage of time. He reluctantly beat himself up and opened the book, and at first he felt that the lines of words were moving on it, like they were going to fly; then he felt that it was just a blur, like a nest of ants crawling on the paper.
He buried his head again to write homework, the house is quiet, only to hear the sound of the pen on the paper rustling writing. Students sitting in the classroom, listening attentively to the teacher, like dozens of flowers in silence to bear the watering of the diligent gardener.
Catchy reading sounds fly out from each classroom, like a moving chorus of children's voices, notes full of sky. Good Sentence: A sky full of red clouds, a sea full of golden waves, the red sun like a furnace of boiling steel, spewing out, dazzling golden light.
In the morning, the sun is like a new bride who just went out, shyly showing half of her face. The sun went down, and its parting glare jetted out from the treetops, coloring the white clouds in blood and the green hills in blood.
The sun slowly through the clouds, revealing a long swollen red face, like a shy little girl looking at the earth. Bright sunlight through the gap between the leaves, through the early fog, a ray of sprinkled all over the campus.
The sun was lower, blood red, and the water was a dazzling eye-watering expanse of light that stretched from the edge of the ocean right up to the edge of the boat. The sky was dyed blood-red by the setting sun, and the peach-colored clouds were reflected in the running water; the whole river turned purple, and the sky seemed to be ablaze with fire.
Spring, the sun is warm, it stretches out the warmth of the big hand, rubbing people all over the body comfortable. A gust of spring wind, blowing away the clouds, the sun is happy to reveal a smiling face, the warmth and light sprinkled all over the lake.
The hot sun hangs high in the sky, and the red light shoots to the ground like a rocket, and the ground is on fire, reflecting the flames of the oil as it boils and fries. I didn't dare to look up at the sun, but I felt that it was dazzling everywhere, in the air, on the roof, on the ground, all of them were bright white, white with a bit of red, from top to bottom the whole thing was like a very big mirror of fire, and every strip was the focus of the mirror of fire, as if everything was about to burn up.
Late fall, the sun hangs lazily in the sky, like an old man showing his smiling face dozing. The sun in late fall is covered with a reddish-orange lampshade, radiating a soft light, shining on the body, face, warm.
As soon as the sun arrives in the fall, it spreads its light all over the earth. See, the fields are golden, the grounds are golden, the mountains are also golden.
The sun in winter is as pale as the moon. The sun is being entangled in thin clouds and putting out a pale dazzling white light.
The sun works hard all year long, and in winter, it is so exhausted that it can hardly release any heat. The warmth of the sun, through the dense foliage sprinkled down, into a point of golden light spots.
The distant lofty mountains, reflected in the sun, put on a golden yellow coat, looks particularly beautiful. The sunlight was filtered by the layers of leaves, leaking into his body into a faint round gently swaying halo.
It was eight or nine o'clock in the morning, and the bright sunlight coated the leaves with ring after ring of golden-silver halos. The sun shone through the pale clouds and shone white.