1. Cicadas are musicians among insects. You see, their performance is absolutely unquestionable, and their sound is top-notch. Under the scorching sun, the musicians were "creeping. creaking" under the shade of the trees. They were so happy that it made people feel itchy and wanted to bring instruments and play a song with the insect gate.

2. When I walked to the waterfall, I saw the silvery white water pouring down one by one like the old man’s white beard. The wind blew over, blowing the water into a light mist and sprinkled it on my face, which was very cool. A few streams of water seemed to be in a hurry, rushing down in a hurry. If they were not careful, they hit the rocks, and the water splashed everywhere, as crystal and lovely as flying beads and broken jade.

3. The reason why I love guzheng music is that its melody is deep, spiritual, and soft, and its rhyme is bright, crisp, subtle, free and elegant, simple and elegant.

4. "Patter, patter, patter." At night, it started to rain lightly outside the window, and the fluttering raindrops were like countless affectionate and soft fingers, playing elegant and beautiful ditties. I lay on the small bed, looking at the drizzle, and was in a daze.

5. Learning piano has sharpened my will. Learning piano is not easy, it requires tenacious perseverance and a strong will. Before I learned piano, in my mind, I always had the serious face of the teacher, the homework assigned in advance, the repetitive and boring mechanical exercises, the endless typos and wrong math questions, which made me indifferent to learning. Tasteless.

6. The once vast and glorious Yiyi Plain turned into dust in the shadow of this new world. The stubborn resistance that once persisted until death collapsed one by one under the ruthless iron hoof. The once chaotic and separatist tyrants were melted into a complete territory, and the once deafening noise finally became silenced into a single voice.

7. They are pitch black all over, their eyes are green, and their feathers are fluffy, like the chicks of swallows. They seem to be practicing flying hard in the rain, sometimes flying to the top of the building, sometimes flying to the branches. I found a little bird that was soaked through and still kept practicing. I think they are not afraid of hardship or fatigue and are very brave. I want to learn the spirit of the little bird. I practice my skills hard when I was a child, and then I can spread my wings and fly high when I grow up.

8. I walked to the piano and played Chopin's "Nocturne". I listened to Wan Lai, so when others lose confidence and feel depressed, I hope that they can also hear this beautiful voice that belongs to me.

9. My mother turned around and entered the kitchen. I heard a familiar chorus of pots and pans, as well as the sounds of chopping vegetables, the sound of juicers squeezing juice...all kinds of sounds. After all, these voices all belong to my mother!

10. The waterfall is like a gift from God. It hangs from high in the sky and pounces. The sound of "plop" hitting the rocks on the shore is replaced by the whisper of the breeze blowing the grass leaves.

11. Hummingbirds are the smallest birds in the world, weighing only 1-2 grams and only the size of a little finger. If you hold a small hummingbird in the palm of your hand, you can't see its true face at all. Today I finally saw the true face of a hummingbird in a color photo that was magnified more than 100 times. It is indeed a beautiful and magical bird.

12. Summer is here, and cicadas are shouting on the trees: "Summer is here, it's so hot, so hot!" The children are rowing, swimming, and playing in the water, and they are making waves. The waves made a splashing sound, and laughter like silver bells flew into the sky.

13. I don’t know since when, but every time at dinner time, the sound of “Yao Yao, Yao Yao…” can always be heard from the window, with the timbre of an old man and the timbre of a middle-aged person. Although the voices came from different people, everyone's voices were full of expectation and happiness. So, I stopped writing and waited for the response.

Fourteen. Boom, boom, boom, this exhausting sound is the sound of thunder, just like a drumming band performing in the sky, it is raining, "tick-tock. tick-tock" this wonderful rain The sound can always bring back people's beautiful memories. It's like being in a quiet space of your own. You can calm down and listen to the sound of rain. How gentle it is! In a world filled with all the perfect sounds, I hear it.

15. There are many kinds of voices that have been sung in history; there are many kinds of voices that have touched people's hearts; but there is one kind of voice that can shake people's hearts and be sung throughout the ages.

16. The music played on the piano can make people intoxicated. Different music gives people different feelings! Yes, let us be full of passion for life. Soft and beautiful, it brings us into a friendly world!

Seventeen. The tone of the piano is simple and rich, as soft as the winter sun, bright, warm and calm. The coldness is like steel balls scattered on the ice surface, the particles are distinct and penetrate the bones. It is as fierce as the roaring deep sea, shocking the heart and soul. Deep as the dark night, there is sound but there is no sound, and there is a bottomless power spreading to the sky.

18. Sound is everywhere, but we often ignore it. As long as we listen carefully to the sounds around us, we will find that the sounds are beautiful; as long as we listen carefully to the ordinary, simple and common sounds in life You can feel the splendor of life with just an ordinary voice.

Nineteen, winter is coming. You can hear the north wind whistling everywhere, snowflakes falling down, accompanied by the sound of rustling, and people stepping on the snow, making a crunching sound.

Twenty. As soon as I entered Huangguoshu Scenic Area, I heard a rushing sound coming from a distance, like a breeze blowing through the treetops, getting closer and louder, and finally coming over like a tide. Overshadowing the noise of people and horses, there was only the noisy sound of water between heaven and earth.

21. Huangguoshu Waterfall falls in a valley surrounded by mountains. We walked down the stone steps from the west until we reached the bottom of the valley. Sitting on a rock by the water, very close to the waterfall, with only a small green pool in between, it seemed that you could reach out and pull it over to wash your face. The water droplets from the waterfall pouring into the valley bottom splashed directly onto our faces, which was cool and very comfortable.

22. In the early morning, when the sun had just risen from the east, I suddenly heard the cry of little swallows. When I opened the curtains, I saw that there were indeed several glossy black swallows "chirping" in front of the window. The ground screams.

Twenty-three. By the creek, the streams were flowing, running day and night, and they made a "swishing" sound. This is the sound of joy. Because they are looking for a better tomorrow, the vast world they dream of, and the unpredictable future.

24. Listen, the birds on the trees are chirping loudly, singing refreshing songs one after another. Cicadas are not to be outdone after listening to it, and follow the accompaniment of "Zhi Zhi Zhi". Soon more musicians wanted to join. Look, the rushing mountain stream has become a dance partner, and the grass swaying in the wind is like a conductor directing! Sister Osmanthus Osmanthus is also busy showing herself in this concert held by nature.

25. The wonderful sounds of nature are both moving and charming. This kind of sound cannot be played by humans. The sound of nature is a very unique sound. Listen, Uncle Feng played what a beautiful sound with his accordion! Wow - Wow - the sound is sometimes slow, sometimes urgent, sometimes gentle, sometimes majestic, sometimes sad, sometimes joyful; haha, Uncle Feng is really an all-around musician!

Twenty-six, ah! The sound was so soft, and when I played it hard, the tinkling sound was so sweet. Just like that, the process of learning the piano began, and my ups and downs life also began at the same time.

Twenty-seven, the sound of singing is like flowing clouds and flowing water, allowing people to relieve their worries and swim in it. It's like a surging wave or a terrible wave, beating you and writing the emotions settled in your heart. In an instant, you feel that the sound of the cicada is like a wild wave pulling away the sand, snatching away the light sorrow that you hold tightly in your hand. When the sound of cicadas also has language as sweet and gentle as the night, it should be a love song.

Twenty-eight. Among this group of pigeons, I like the pigeon with black and white feathers the most. Every time I go to Uncle Wang Jun's house to see pigeons, I can't help but touch its soft and smooth feathers, especially the small circle of green fluff on its neck, which is like wearing a green velvet scarf. Very comfortable.

Twenty-nine, despite this, the mouth of the pot still cannot catch all the yellow waves, so there are some who go their own way, take advantage of the gap, and turn around, they are in the dragon trough Scattered on the beach walls on both sides, some diamonds find cracks and gurgling like springs; some flow over the stone slabs and gurgling into streams; some are caught between the rocks and swirl sadly. And the ones hanging along the wall are as shiny as silk threads.

Thirty. In this fast-paced social life, people's ears are filled with all kinds of sounds, but perhaps, that sound will not be remembered as the sound of footsteps. Dad has a unique footsteps, which are always very rhythmic, like the beautiful slide on the piano keys, like the crisp sound of "the four strings sound like cracking silk" in the pipa strings. Every contact between the sole and the ground embodies a sense of art.

Thirty-one. Sitting under a big tree, with waves of refreshing wind blowing by, the tree can always sing "rustling", and each leaf makes its own unique voice, as if a large orchestra is singing. Chorus just for you. That sound will swim into your head. You only need to close your eyes and listen carefully, and you can unconsciously drive away the worries in your heart and no longer feel that you are insignificant.

Thirty-two, the sound of the guzheng is very beautiful, like the tinkling of the spring water in the creek, and also full of sadness, like the orchids in the valley, and also has a lot of spirit, like a hero, The sound of the guzheng is changeable, depending on the mood and feeling of the player. The sound of the guzheng is intoxicating and makes people feel as if they are actually there.

Thirty-three. There is a lively and clever bird in my grandfather's house. It has colorful feathers, a yellow beak and orange-red claws. It is really beautiful.

Thirty-four, the sea is meditating at our feet, like a poet. The sound was as gentle as the hazy moonlight and the morning mist of roses, low and gentle, like the breeze blowing over the strings; like falling flowers floating on the water.

Thirty-five, look! The oriole jumped happily on the branches. listen! It sang a sweet song, which started out sentimental and melancholy. Suddenly, the sad and dim singing turned into a cheerful tune, pouring out like tinkling spring water... extremely smooth. Indeed, the oriole's song makes people feel lingering, because it is so happy!

Thirty-six. Sound is everywhere, but we often ignore it. As long as we listen carefully to the sounds around us, we will find that the sounds are beautiful; as long as we listen carefully to the ordinary and simple things in life You can feel the splendor of life through real and ordinary sounds.

Thirty-seven. The small water droplets splashed from the waterfall are as thin as smoke and dust, filling the air and turning into mist, covering the mountains and trees with a thin layer of light. yarn.

Thirty-eight, there is such a voice, although it has no cadence and is melodious, it can turn inconspicuous bricks and stones into tall buildings, making people's lives convenient and fast. , stable and comfortable. The creators of this sound are construction workers.

Thirty-nine, that beautiful melody will take you to ancient times and make you peaceful in your thoughts. Even after listening to it, you will still feel the lingering sound and long aftertaste.

Forty. Suddenly, the sound of gurgling water came quietly, mixed with the deep and shallow vitality of green in front of me, forming a wonderful movement. I followed the sound of the stream and came to this clear stream.

41. The sounds of nature can be heard everywhere, but people are too busy now to notice them. When we are out of breath in the tense life, we might as well go for a walk in the mountains. The sound of nature will definitely relax us and make us feel relaxed and happy. It will allow us to have rich imaginations and understand valuable philosophies. It will also make us Aftertaste for a long time and forget all worldly worries.

42. I love the piano like a crystal clear iceberg, and I love the piano like a brilliant rainbow. Whenever I sit calmly in front of the piano and stroke it affectionately, I always feel the colorfulness of life.

43. On a silent night, the moonlight poured down like water, decorating the earth with a mysterious silvery white.

At this time, the sound of the piano sounded melodiously like flowing water, echoing between the water and the sky, washing away the excitement and arrogance in your soul. Do you feel relaxed and happy? If it were me, my soul would have been in a state of wandering, and I would have been so intoxicated that I couldn't help myself. It’s no wonder, because I have a wonderful bond with the piano.

44. In the strange and unpredictable nature, various sounds are intertwined to form a wonderful natural symphony. In this majestic and spectacular symphony, there is a sound that is my favorite. Sometimes it is like a melodious flute, sometimes like a stormy sea. This is rain.

Forty-five. After singing more than ten lines, he gradually sang higher and higher, and suddenly reached a tip, like a wire thrown into the sky... After singing to the extremely high three or four stacks, As soon as it fell suddenly, it tried its best to gallop its spirit of thousands of twists and turns, like a flying snake circling halfway up the thirty-six peaks of Huangshan Mountain. In an instant, it circled several times. From then on, the singing became lower and thinner, and the sound gradually became inaudible.

Forty-six. In the woods, hundreds of birds are singing, calling for friends, like a waterfall falling into a deep stream, or like a stormy wave lapping at the beach.

47. I couldn’t help but take it out of the cage. It struggled in terror and looked at me with its fearful little eyes, as if to say: Please, let me go. . I found that the feathers on its head were short and dense, and felt slippery when touched. Its belly rose and fell, and the feathers on its belly were loose and soft, and felt warm to the touch.

Forty-eight, the sound seemed like a motorcycle speeding down the road in the distance. Suddenly, I heard the "tick-tick-tick" sound of light rain again, like many people tapping the ground gently with chopsticks. At this time, I felt a rapid flight, which reminded me of a picture: a bird quickly stopped on a tree, as if to say: It’s raining, it’s raining, I don’t know what happened to my child. Sample?

Forty-nine, every evening the sun puts away its dazzling light and turns into a golden disc. Many birds will fly back to the bamboo forest downstairs. There are many green bamboos. Those birds are called green bamboo birds. With their petite and exquisite bodies and crisp calls, they chattered together in groups, as if they were chatting together or singing together.

Fifty. The black feathers contain milky white feathers, the corners of the mouth and claws are bright red, and the tail is like scissors, like an unsheathed sword, cutting a gap in the air and flying in the sky—— swallow.

Fifty-one. When I sat in front of the piano, my thoughts returned to reality. I couldn’t help feeling that for the sake of the piano, I sacrificed my childhood time that should have been played to my heart’s content, but it was this life that The "golden period" created my brilliance today!

Fifty-two. There was once a smile that appeared in my life, but in the end it dissipated like mist, and that smile became a rapid river buried deep in my heart, which I could not swim in. The sound of the river has become my desperate song every day and every night.

Fifty-three, listen, who is "Zhi Zhi, Chi Chi"? At first glance, it was Miss Lark singing her beautiful song on the tree. Look, many fans came to listen to Miss Lark singing? Not far away, the sound of rushing water came into my ears. I walked over and took a look. It turned out to be Mr. Waterfall playing a ditty. I listened carefully. The music was played very vividly, just like a famous poet. famous musician.

Fifty-four, rain and mist sprinkled on the bamboo leaves, rustling like a girl stroking the strings, like spring silkworms devouring mulberry leaves.

Fifty-five. The piano is like life. It is a little song that can never be finished. We must take every note seriously, let us feel the sound of the piano and understand life with our hearts.

Fifty-six. The silver chain that flew down shimmered in the sun, making the silver chain brighter. The grandeur of the silver chain is greater than any ornament; and the grandeur of the silver chain is greater than any invisible air wall.

57. Although Huangguoshu Waterfall is not as long as Lushan Waterfall, it is much wider than it, so it looks extraordinary and majestic. The waterfall cascades down from the rock wall, like the roar of thunder, echoing from the mountains back to the valley. Sitting below, it feels like you are in a circular orchestra pit.

Music is playing all around, and people feel like they are floating in a wave of sound, and every cell is filled with vitality.

Fifty-eight, I couldn't wait to open the window and wanted to see the "concert" held by the birds. I saw that the birds on the far left sang low notes and "chirp" and "chirp" in a low voice, the birds on the far right sang alto, and the birds in the middle sang high. "Chirping", "chirping", the "singing" of the birds is sweet, better than what people sing.

Fifty-nine, I yearn for the sound of the leaves colliding, like the moonlight music played by a pianist, but this seems to be slowly being swallowed up by the hustle and bustle of the city. God is really unfair, only giving We left the accompaniment behind and could only hear it sporadically when we were on campus. I heard by chance that an old man was looking after a large camphor forest and wanted to take a look.

60. The flute sounds gradually become louder and louder, just like a flute player approaching slowly while blowing. The sound of the flute is clear and beautiful, high and low, light and loud, and reaches the extreme low level. , after circling for a few times, it deepened again. Although it was extremely low and thin, every syllable was still clearly audible.

61. They like the quiet sound of the piano, which makes people feel like they are in the clouds; some people like the sonorous and powerful sound of the piano, which makes people full of strength, as if they are being fingered on a calm lake. The notes that are struck, the notes that fall, and the ripples that are caused shock the hearts of the listeners.

Sixty-two. Hey, isn’t that the rough sea in the distance? I ran quickly, knowing that seeing the sea has always been my wish. Huge waves hit the sea surface again and again, sometimes majestic, sometimes gentle. The waves on the water were churning and rolling. Along with the surging, rapid and majestic waves, I couldn't help but dance disco in the sky. The waves were getting stronger and stronger, I was jumping faster and faster, and the rain was getting heavier and heavier.

Sixty-three. Listening at home, I heard the most familiar "chirp, chirp, chirp" again. This must be the sparrow singing in spring. Accompanied by the "rustling" sound of the leaves blown by the wind, it became more and more popular. Looks crisp.

Sixty-four. It’s not that my voice is getting better and better, but that I have let go and become someone else’s treasure, and I will no longer nag you about trivial matters!

Sixty-five. When you touch the piano, you will be fascinated by its simplicity and nobility. How lovely is this? I saw the teacher's slender fingers jumping briskly on the keys, as if they were small fish swimming freely by the river on a rainy day, shuttling between water and nature. At this time, the beautiful notes surrounded me and bound my heart. The sweetness between me and the piano started.

Sixty-six. Ever since I first came into contact with the guzheng, I have fallen deeply in love with it. Because guzheng music sometimes sounds gentle and elegant, sometimes passionate and unrestrained, and people play different styles of music in different moods, so from the music, you can understand the mood of the player at once.

Sixty-seven, the water in Wuxie is so clear, so clear that it turns green, as green as a large piece of flawless jadeite. Whenever the water ripples, the water splashes are stirred up, and the momentum is like a galloping horse.

Sixty-eight. In the morning, as soon as I got up, I heard a "chirp" sound. The little swallow tied with a red string really came back. It built a nest under the eaves of my house. From then on, I could hear the cheerful chirping of birds every day after school.

Sixty-nine, the piano is the first musical instrument I came into contact with. My mother said that I couldn't stop having fun when I first encountered the piano. I climbed up on the piano and stepped on the keys with my hands and feet. I laughed every time I made a note, and my voice sounded like an old hen. Since then, I have been fascinated by the piano.