1. The sounds made by the chefs when cooking are even more peculiar, "dong dong..." This is when the chefs start to play. There is no better cooperation between the pot and the shovel. These sounds are like bells. It's a light crisp sound, the vegetables are cooked, and the music ends.

2. Walking forward, you can only hear cicadas singing and birds chirping. Looking up, I saw thrushes and cuckoos jumping around on the trees, as happy as gods. Before I had finished admiring such a poetic and picturesque picture, the sound of running water caught my attention. Wow, nature really knows how to add the finishing touch! I quickly walked towards the small forest, and it turned out to be a winding creek. The stream is crystal clear, with countless pebbles and small fish swimming happily in the water, ah! Nature plays another song for us.

3. As soon as he finished speaking, there was a thunder in the sky, which exploded from the sky to the ground. This explosion scared all the birds away. Then big raindrops fell from the sky. I hurriedly ran to the big tree by the lake. The big raindrops hit the water and made a "pop" sound. After a while, I heard "quack" and "pop". The two sounds of "quack, quack" turned out to be little ducks and little frogs singing.

4. I long for the sound of leaves colliding, like the moonlight music played by a pianist, but this seems to be slowly being swallowed up by the noise of the city. God is really unfair, leaving only us Without the accompaniment, I could only hear it sporadically when I was on campus. I heard by chance that an old man was looking after a large camphor forest and wanted to take a look.

5. I like the sound of the creek running, because its crisp sound makes irritable people happy; I like the sound of people whispering, because then the world will not be so noisy; I like The crisp chirping of birds tells me that spring is coming; I like the sound of flowers blooming, because we grow up when flowers bloom; sound is the symphony of nature, which brings us joy.

6. This girl’s voice is as beautiful and intoxicating as an oriole.

7. Boom! A thunderstorm came, but the concert was not affected, and instead became more lively. Naughty little raindrops hit Brother Pomegranate's head, as if to invite him to open his eyes and watch the performance; Grandpa Feng also had a whim, picked up his accordion, and played wheezy-whistle-sizzling-sizzling-sand. --The sound of sand is sometimes slow, sometimes urgent, sometimes heavy, sometimes cheerful. At this time, Xiao Yu'er was also intoxicated by the melodious singing and spit out colorful bubbles.

8. 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.

9. The rain and mist sprinkled on the bamboo leaves, rustling like a girl stroking the strings, like a spring silkworm devouring mulberry leaves.

10. There is a voice that the middle-aged painter misses more and more. This kind of sound is very strange, with color, shape, temperature, and emotional stories mixed in it. But now I can't hear it anymore.

11. There is wonderful music on campus. As long as you listen carefully, you will hear it. In the morning, birds sang happily, and large and small cars were "moving" on the road, making a "didi" sound. The wind blew the small trees and made a "shashasha" sound. I also heard the teacher's voice hurriedly running to the office. The sound in the morning was like a trumpet urging us forward.

12. Her speaking voice is as gentle and crisp as a pechoe.

13. There are many sounds that are the most beautiful, including the playing of birds, the opening of flowers, the growing of grass, the shining of the sun in the sky, and the hypnotic sound of mothers singing to their babies. , the laughter of children; to say what the most beautiful sound is, there are many, the sound of teachers giving lessons, the nagging of parents, the cries of children, the sound of writing; to say what the most beautiful sound is, there are many Little, the voices of parents’ discipline, teachers’ instructions, friends’ help, relatives’ praise, and classmates’ envy.

14. The tune and singing method of Henan Zhuozi are full of humor. Listening to Zhuozi is like listening to the vernacular of a charming little lady in the straightforward character of an enthusiastic loud voice. The most emotional thing among the operas is Hebei Bangzi, which is desolate and high-pitched, screaming, crying, making a lot of noise, and is intoxicated.

15. Listen, it is the oriole singing. It is like a skilled soprano, singing a gentle and gentle tune that makes people clap their hands and applaud. Who hummed that majestic voice? Oh, it turned out to be an eagle, and its voice filled people with power. "Squeak", the sound of this little bug is like a violin played by a musician. Although I don't know its name, I am sure it is an excellent musician. "Got it!" As soon as I heard this sentence, I knew who it was. It was a cicada, but could it only sing this song? The sounds of many insects and birds merged into a unique song in my ears. A unique symphony, how intoxicating and fascinating it is!

16. The raindrops fell into the stagnant water, making a deep sound. The elegant and charming breath spreads to your ears, your brain, and your heart. When you think about real life, you will better understand yourself, better set short-term goals for your life, better consider the long-term direction of life, better handle relationships with others, and be more responsible for this. There is a thought for everything.

17. 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.

18. As sweet as soaked in honey, it makes people feel more comfortable and relaxed.

19. Suddenly, a burst of string sounds rose into the sky, erratic, winding and lingering. Rushing up to the roof, floating to the feet, suddenly high-pitched and rapid, with lingering echoes. That is the familiar guzheng sound. It is soft and ethereal, about to retreat, but when it turns around, it suddenly becomes sonorous and powerful, with ups and downs. It can penetrate every pore and flow into people's hearts.

20. What is the most beautiful sound in the world? The most beautiful sound in the world is the early morning when the birds "chirp" on the branches. The beautiful singing makes people feel good after listening to it. The most beautiful sound in the world is summer. The naughty cicadas sing "Cicada, cicada" on the branches. It is so enthusiastic that people want to hear it again. The most beautiful sound in the world is the wind. When it blows through the tree hole, it makes a "woo-woo" sound. The sound is continuous, as if it is floating from distant time and space.

21. The sound of Ding Ding Dong’s rain all night beats the gong for spring plowing and beats the drum for sowing.

22. Around my life, there are many pleasant sounds, the singing of birds, which makes me happy; the sound of teachers teaching enriches my knowledge; the sound of car horns reminds me to pay attention to safety. ; And the rustling of grass tells me that time is passing. However, no matter how beautiful and pleasant these sounds are, they can never compare to the wonder of all things in nature.

23. 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 a language as sweet and gentle as the night, it should be a love song...

24. The music played on the piano can make people intoxicated, and different music gives people different feelings! Passionate, makes us passionate about life. Soft and beautiful, it brings us into a friendly world.

25. The three or two sounds of the rotating shaft plucking the strings indicate feelings before the tune is formed. The strings muffle the sounds and thoughts, seeming to complain of failure in life. The formalities of the letter were continued with a low eyebrow, telling all the infinite things in one's heart. Lightly gathered, slowly twisted and wiped, and then picked again, it was a neon dress at first and six Yao later. The big strings are noisy like the rain, and the small strings are like whispers. The bullets are noisy and mixed, and big and small beads fall on the jade plate. The orioles in Guan Guan are talking about the slippery bottom of the flower, and it is difficult to go under the ice of the Youyan Spring.

26. Ding-dong--ding-dong, hey, who played such a moving melody? Oh, it’s Sister Xiaoxi, she’s also a very good musician! Look, her music is so superb. It was ding dong ding dong just now, but now it has turned into a clatter and ran towards the sea. The sea also has its own song. His singing is so heroic and gives people a sense of motivation to move forward.

27. The light rain "rustling" woke me up. I walked into the woods and heard the "chirping" of the birds from far away, as if to say: "Spring is coming, wake up!" I walked over and heard the stream of water chirping like my sister's. Long hair. I was listening to it sing and running with it. The sound of the spring water "ding ding dong dong" seems to be playing a happy rhythm. Quietly, all worries are forgotten.

28. The rain in March is like countless small hands, hitting the keys of the forest leaves, playing a hymn of spring.

29. 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.

30. 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 sound of rain It always brings 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! In a world filled with all the perfect sounds, I hear it.

31. 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 power, as if they are being tapped by their fingertips on a calm lake. Each note fell, and the ripples it caused shocked the listener's heart.

32. Cicadas are musicians among insects. 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.

33. Her voice is as beautiful as the spring water, refreshing the heart.

34. 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.

35. 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 passionate, fast 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.

36. The sunshine at half past two in the afternoon is lazy and leisurely, flowing slowly along its ancient and elegant arc. This piano has been here for a long time, so long ago that she has been looking up to it with reverence for as long as she can remember. The fingers danced briskly on the keys, sliding from the bass to the treble, blooming a rose-colored scenery; and then slowly descending from the treble, like pearls scattered on the ground, fine and shiny. She deeply loves this old piano, loves every note it sings, loves its lingering feelings of dependence, loves the time at 2:30 in the morning, and is intoxicated in the water-like music.

37. 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 just for the sake of the tree. You sing the chorus alone. 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.

38. This sound can only be heard in heaven, but how many times can it be heard in the world!

39. "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 was lying on the small bed, looking at the drizzle like ox hair, in a daze...

40. When I walked to the waterfall, I saw the silver-white water flowing like a grandfather's white beard, wisps and strands. The ground poured down. 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.

41. In the sound of rain, he grew up, got married, and became a father... The old house in the alley and the rain became the most bizarre background of his life. On rainy days, he would also tell his son the ancient poems about rain, and friends would always come to his studio.

42. The lingering sound lingers for three days without stopping, and I don’t know the taste of meat in three months. This song should only exist in heaven, and is rarely heard in the human world.

43. At first, it was played the same as the Green Bamboo Weng, but later it turned higher and higher. The music of the piano was as smooth as a rock, and it moved up effortlessly with ease.

44. The voice of Teacher Liu in our class is really funny. Sometimes it sounds like a lark, and sometimes it sounds like a machine gun. When our class got a red flag, when we did good deeds, when we made progress in our studies, Teacher Liu's voice was amiable and sweet like the voice of a lark. We danced happily when we heard it, and we were so happy. When we did something wrong, when we were too playful and careless in our studies, when we were fighting during class, Teacher Liu's voice became very stern and he spoke very fast, like a machine gun. We were really a little nervous after hearing this.

45. There are many sounds in summer, including frogs, fish, and the sounds of wind, rain, and thunder. Frogs croaked in the water, like they were holding a singing concert in the water. What is the sound of bang bang bang? It turned out to be the sound of fish swimming in the water. They seem to be swimming in groups! The sound of wind, rain, thunder and lightning became louder, a flash of light flashed, and the original lightning came. After coming over for a while, there was a rumbling sound. What was it? It turned out to be the sound of thunder coming. After a while, what was the sound of crashing? It was the original sound of rain coming.

46. Close your eyes and listen! Quietly feel the tranquility of the rain, which is inaudible to people who are busy with trivial matters. When you clear away the accumulated dust in your mind, enjoy the rustling sound. A tinkling sound fills your ears. A clear crisp sound enters your heart. That is the most true and pure sound of nature, it vibrates your thoughts and cleanses your soul. There is no noise, no trivial matters, no need to speak, no need to take action, just listening.

47. Snowflakes are falling in the sky, falling gracefully one by one, blooming with unparalleled beauty and tenderness. That is the dandruff that God forgot to wash his hair. My dear, I also forgot to wash my hair, but why is the sadness falling all over the floor? The white roof, the white room, the white birds fly over my years without leaving a sound, standing there One snowflake after another in the snow, watching it turn into transparent water droplets little by little, reflecting a tragic whiteness, the whole world is like a luxurious worship.

48. Whenever the sun puts away its dazzling light in the evening, it 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.

49. I like to listen to music alone. Put on your headphones, or turn on your speakers, adjust the volume, and close your eyes. There was darkness all around, as if in the chaos of ignorance. At this time, a wisp of singing floated over, just like a breeze blowing in front of my eyes, a white cloud passing by, and a spring rain passing by.

50. At the dock of love, I set my boat on fire, fearing that you might accidentally miss it in the dark of night, so I wait with burning heart.

51. After singing more than ten lines, he gradually sang higher and higher, and suddenly reached a point, like a wire thrown into the sky... After singing to the extremely high three or four stacks, he suddenly Falling, and trying his best to gallop the spirit of thousands of twists and turns, like a flying snake circling half-way up the thirty-six peaks of Mount Huang, circling several times in an instant. From then on, the singing became lower and thinner, and the sound gradually became inaudible.

52. A sweet, silvery bell-like, crisp and tinkling sound like a trickling stream suddenly sounded.

53. When I came to the window and looked up at the sky, I heard the rustling sound blown to the ground by the wind, and the sound of the wind blowing past my ears; on the trees, the birds sang crisply. Chorus. When we came to the hall, it was deathly silent. Sitting on the sofa, thinking of my mother who had passed away long ago, the long-buried sadness in my heart couldn't be suppressed and jumped out of my heart, and I started crying. Even the beautiful and crisp songs played by the birds and the melodious songs of the girls could not arouse the disappointment in my heart.

54. 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.

55. Listen, who is that "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.

56. The sound of the flute gradually becomes louder and gentler, just like a flute player approaching slowly while blowing. The sound of the flute is clear and beautiful, high and low, light and loud. When it 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.

57. When I opened my little ears, I could hear the "rustling" sound of the wind blowing the big trees; I could hear the "click-click" sound of scissors cutting paper; ha! Soon a picture will be completed! I can still hear the birds chirping in the forest; they seem to be singing a beautiful song...

58. The sound of cicadas singing and birds singing. The sounds of birds, the chirping of cicadas, the soaring of frogs, the singing of crickets, etc. These sounds are so crisp and beautiful. Without the sounds of these animals, nature would be desolate and lifeless. Naturally, people have no fun, so these sounds embellish nature and add endless vitality and charm to nature.

59. I came to the top of the mountain with my parents, opened my mind, and listened to the whistling wind, which was refreshing. I was immersed in this state: I came to a world, this is a world of sound, with a snap , what was the sound? When I walked over and took a look, it turned out to be the sound of breaking glass. I only heard one sentence: "Whose child is this? He hit my window with a stone." A woman said angrily. When I came to a school, the faucet in the bathroom in the stairwell was running. I thought again: What boring student is this who doesn't turn off the faucet? "As I walked, I heard the sound of "Psssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so out-from-from-from-from-home out there out out there out there out there)

60. Another thunder explosion - so loud! () The mighty momentum like thousands of troops instantly shocked the world! The low but loud thunder was like a dark arrow that shot straight into the heart. The sharp sword leaves no place for the darkness in one's heart to hide! "Rumble" roars like a majestic lion, as distant as a bell in a temple. This is the most majestic sound in nature and a solemn oath of resistance for all things! There was another thunder! In a trance, I seemed to see a group of mighty warriors chanting from the sky.

61. Listen, it is the oriole singing, it is like a skilled female. The high-pitched song sang a melodious tune that made people clap their hands. Oh, it turned out to be an eagle, and its voice was full of power. The sound of the bug is like a musician's violin. Although I don't know its name, I am sure it is an excellent musician. "Cicada!" "As soon as I heard this sentence, I knew who it was. It was a cicada, but could it only sing this song? The sounds of many insects and birds merged into a unique symphony in my ears. How intoxicating it is!

62. At first, the rain was not heavy, but it was like countless pearls falling on a jade plate.

Especially the ancient music that beats on the roof tiles seems soft and sonorous, far away yet approaching. Heavy and gentle, dense and thin, bit by bit, it's like the meditation in Yu Boya's "Mountains and Flowing Waters". Like water and tenderness, the rain seems to be telling the gentle voice of the heart. The rain is getting heavier and heavier, so loud that it hits the sycamore leaves with a crackling sound. The water flowing down from the eaves is noisy, crisp and sweet. It can be said that "big beads and small beads fall on a jade plate", which makes people feel relaxed and happy. Occasionally, there will be a gust of wind. , the branches twisted their bodies, and the leaves whirred, squeezing out thousands of water droplets, flying down, singing in harmony with the dripping water under the eaves, creating a symphony of nature.