Poems about the Voice of Nature 1. Sentences that describe the melodious and beautiful voice of nature should be exaggerated, and rhetorical devices such as metaphors should be used

1. Children's music that goes back to nature.

2. The song reverberates around the beam for three days. Listening carefully, a deep but floating feeling will occupy the mind of science, as if all the hubbub has gone away, only the sound of nature.

3. It's more like the bright moon among the pines, quiet and bright.

4. your seven strings are like the voice, of a cold wind in the pines. Although I love this ancient tune, most people don't play it today.

5. A magnificent song.

6. Pure and unusual songs.

7. The breeze blows the song into the air, and the song goes around Yunfei.

8. People are deeply immersed in the floating world, but there is a bright moon in the sky and a gentle breeze.

9. People are intoxicated with the beautiful music melody and "intoxicated and don't know where to go".

1. After walking around the beam for three days, the lingering sound is endless, and the joy falls in the heart, just like some lively and light spirits, giving a baptism to the soul.

11. Like the spring rain that "dives into the night with the wind", it moistens things silently.

12. sounds of nature.

13. Just like the spring breeze of "Green Jiang Nanan", it is quiet.

14. It's like the spring snow and the sound of nature. It's really a song that only belongs in the sky. It's rare to hear it on earth!

15. Warm and clear songs.

16. Have warm and beautiful songs like sunshine.

17. Beautiful soul and beautiful songs.

18. This song has a melodious voice, pure and pleasant to listen to.

2. Words describing the sound of nature

The sound of nature

I was born between heaven and earth, and I am friends with the sun, the moon, the stars, birds and animals. People are my ordinary friends. Although the poor and the rich are relative to me, they are not afraid of them. Without my help, the rich don't take a cent, and I pay a indifferent smile, contempt and flattery to them at the same time. The wicked and the good are also friends. A good man may have ulterior motives. The man who steals a knife and fork is a robber, but the man who steals a slave from Jiangshan is a respected authority, Qi Tian. The Jade Emperor is the immortal supreme in charge of heaven, and Yamaraja is the ghost leader in charge of hell. Why should you be afraid when you meet them? They used to be slaves for ordinary people, but now they are rich in clothes and expensive, but they are also doomed to life and death. Years have changed for ten years. All honors and disgraces are empty compared with the sun, moon, stars, birds and animals. What others want to fight for may be that I gave up. Instead of being swayed by the creator's illusory old man, I might as well get out of the world. There are often heavenly companions and friends.

Being in the center of people, I often want to hold the sun, moon, stars, birds and animals for a lifetime.

Men and women are one person. I'm one with all beings.

The creator's illusory old man, though he has a beautiful face, is always passing books with my flying pigeons, discussing the mystery of heaven and earth.

Everything can't be hidden from you, but you can't escape from my life and death organ. I wrote back a letter, saying that the creator is vain, everything is indifferent and ordinary, but you are extremely proud.

3. Listening to the sound of nature, I can't help but use some poems.

hummed, whispered-and then were intermingled, like a pouring of large and small pearls into a plate of jade. Between Guan Ying's words, the bottom of the flower is slippery, and the spring water flows down the beach.

by the checking of its cold touch, the very string seemed broken, as though it could not pass; and the notes, dying away. Into a depth of sorrow and concealment of lament, told even more in silence than they had told in sound.

a silver vase abruptly broke with a gush of water, and out leapt armored horses and weapons that clashed and smote. And, before she laid her pick down, she ended with one stroke, and all four strings made one sound, as of rending silk.

2. This song should only be heard in the sky, and it can be heard several times in the world.

3. Li Pingyin Li He

Wu Sishu Tong Zhang Gaoqiu, an empty mountain, condenses clouds and does not flow.

Xiang E sings about Motome's sorrow, while Li Ping plays with China.

The phoenix cries when the jade in Kunshan is broken, and the lotus weeps and the fragrant orchid smiles.

The twelve gates melt cold light, and the twenty-three strings move the purple emperor.

Nu Wa tried to make up the sky by refining stones, which made the autumn rain stir.

I dreamed of teaching the gods in the sacred mountain, and the old fish danced the wave and thin dumpling dance.

Wu sleeps on laurel trees, flying barefoot and obliquely to wet cold rabbits.

The first four sentences describe the artistic effect of Li Ping's playing. In late autumn, the music makes the clouds in the sky stagnate. The music evokes the worries of the goddess of Hunan water, and tears are scattered all over the bamboos; Motome, who is good at music, was moved by the music. She looked gloomy and sad. Who played so beautifully? Li Ping plays also.

The fifth and sixth sentences specifically describe the beauty of the graceful music. The poet described the crisp and sweet music with the broken jade, and compared the euphemistic and soft music with the phoenix and the singing. Then, the lotus tears are used to describe the deep and gloomy music, and the laughter of vanilla is used to describe the lightness and clarity of the music. So as to describe the music with poems to achieve the realm of vivid and vivid, full of sound and emotion.

the artistic conception created by writing music in the last eight sentences. The music melted the freezing of Chang 'an, and the music shook the mind of the Emperor of Heaven. Suddenly, the music was so intense that it seemed to shatter the rocks, and the autumn rain suddenly fell, bringing the performance to a climax.

4. The lingering sound lingers for three days.

The lark walks through the mountain stream.

An empty valley and a secluded orchid.

4. Poems describing wonderful music.

we had heard a sudden sound, a guitar across the water, host forgot to turn back home, and guest to go his way.

...She turned the tuning-pegs and tested several strings, we could feel what she was feeling, even before she played.

each string a meditation, each note a deep thought, as if she were telling us the ache of her whole life.

she knit her brows, flexed her fingers, then began her music, little by little letting her heart share everything with ours.

she brushed the strings, twisted them slow, swept them, plucked them, first the air of The Rainbow Skirt, then The Six Little Ones.

the large strings hummed like rain, the small strings whispered like a secret.

hummed, whispered-and then were intermingled, like a pouring of large and small pearls into a plate of jade.

The flower bottom of Guan Ying's speech is slippery, but it's difficult to flow under the ice in the deep throat spring.

when the ice spring is cold and astringent, the string will freeze, and the freeze will never stop.

into a depth of sorrow and concealment of lament, told even more in silence than they had told in sound.

a silver vase abruptly broke with a gush of water, and out leapt armored horses and weapons that clashed and smote.

and, before she laid her pick down, she ended with one stroke, and all four strings made one sound, as of rending silk.

sentimental is still sick, and there are many scenes in the building.

when we meet in a toast, we laugh at it later.

stop the cup and listen to pipa, twist it slightly and disturb it.

The drunken face melts in spring, and the oblique view of the river turns red

and tonight, when I heard you playing your guitar, I felt as if my hearing were bright with fairymusic.

hummed, whispered-and then were intermingled, like a pouring of large and small pearls into a plate of jade.

The flower bottom of Guan Ying's speech is slippery, but it's difficult to flow under the ice in the deep throat spring.

when the ice spring is cold and astringent, the string will freeze, and the freeze will never stop.

into a depth of sorrow and concealment of lament, told even more in silence than they had told in sound.

a silver vase abruptly broke with a gush of water, and out leapt armored horses and weapons that clashed and smote.

and, before she laid her pick down, she ended with one stroke, and all four strings made one sound, as of rending silk.

the music of the heron feather, the phoenix flute and the ginseng, and the bamboo path in the garden meets the shade.

You can't dance without yourself. You've been playing the violin for thousands of years.

this song should only be heard in the sky, and it is rarely heard on earth.

the reverberation lingered for three days.

5. The music is beautiful, tactfully moving, and the sentence of the voice of nature

The sentence describing the wonderful music

1. People are intoxicated with the beautiful music melody and "intoxicated and don't know where to go".

2. After walking around the beam for three days, the lingering sound is endless, and the joy falls in the heart, just like some lively and light spirits, giving a baptism to the soul.

3. the sound of nature.

4. Just like the spring breeze of "Green Jiang Nanan", it is quiet; Another example is the spring rain that "sneaked into the night with the wind", moistening things silently.

5. Warm and clear songs.

6. Have warm and beautiful songs like sunshine.

7. Beautiful soul and beautiful songs.

8. This song has a melodious voice and is pure and pleasant to listen to.

9. It's like the spring snow and the sound of nature. It's really a song that only belongs in the sky, and it's rare to hear it on earth!

1. Beautiful music is like butterflies dancing in the air, like tinkling springs flowing in the mountains, and sometimes like bright stars flashing in the night sky.

11. Children's music that returns to nature.

12. The sound of singing lingers for three days. If you listen carefully, a deep but floating feeling will occupy your mind, as if all the hubbub has gone away, only the sound of nature.

13. It's more like the bright moon among the pines, quiet and bright.

14. A magnificent song.

15. Pure and unusual songs.

16. People are deeply immersed in the floating world, but they have the feeling of a bright moon in the sky and a gentle breeze.

17. Music is the source of Wonder's embryo. I must compare a person who is unmoved by music to wood and stone. If you pretend to be a teacher and can't sing, you are simply not qualified to be a teacher.

18. Music is the voice of thinking.

19. Music is a passionate free art, an outdoor art, as boundless as nature, as wind, as sky and as ocean. Never shut music in the room and become an academic art.

2. Music is the perfect expression of the soul.

21. Music is a higher revelation than all wisdom and philosophy. Whoever can penetrate the meaning of my music can transcend the sufferings that ordinary people cannot extricate themselves from.

22. The artist's art is not to directly depict images, but to put the mind in the emotions that these objects can create in the mind.

23. Music often delays death.

24. Music expresses something that can't be described in words, but it's impossible to keep silent about it.

6. Make a sentence with the voice of nature

Nature generally refers to the sounds of nature, wind, birds singing, springs, and all kinds of sounds that condense the essence of heaven and earth, the sun and the moon: later generations said that poetry is not decorated with carvings, and those who enjoy nature are nature. Now the popular usage is to describe the sound.

Example 1: The voice of nature is difficult for everyone to deeply understand if it is expressed only by words. I will tell you a few songs of the voice of nature, and you will understand what the voice of nature is.

Linhai: Pipa

Declan: tell me why

vitas: Opera 2, etc.

Example 2: I am recommending songs that can be expressed by the voice of nature for my friends.

Example 3: Top singers in the world, such as "Dolphin Sound", "Opera 2" by Russian artist Vitas Опера, "Pipa Language" by Lin Hai and "You Lan Cao" by Faye Wong, can all be called sounds of nature.

7. which poem does the voice of nature follow

Bai Juyi Pipaxing (in parallel)

Yuan and ten years, and moved to Sima, Jiujiang County. Next autumn, seeing the guests off at Songpukou, listening to those who play the pipa in the middle of the night, there is a clank of Kyoto. Ask the man, Ben Chang 'an advocates women, learns the pipa from Mu and Cao, who are old and faded, and is committed to being a Jia woman. Then ordered wine, make fast play several songs. When I was young, I told myself about my happiness. Now I am wandering and languishing, and I am moving between rivers and lakes. I have been an official for two years, and I feel at ease, and I feel that I have moved to the future. Because of long sentences, songs are given to them, and every 616 words are called Pipa Xing.

-----------. I, the host, had dismounted, my guest had boarded his boat, and we raised our cups and wished to drink-but, alas, there was no music. For all we had drunk we felt no joy and were parting from each other, when the river widened mysteriously toward the full moon. We had heard a sudden sound, a guitar across the water, host forgot to turn back home, and guest to go his way.

we followed where the melody led and asked the player's name, the sound broke off...then reluctantly she answered. We moved our boat near hers, invited her to join us, summoned more wine and lanterns to recommence our banquet. Yet we called and urged a thousand times before she started toward us, still hiding half her face from us behind her guitar. ...She turned the tuning-pegs and tested several strings, we could feel what she was feeling, even before she played. Each string a meditation, each note a deep thought, as if she were telling us the ache of her whole life. She knit her brows, flexed her fingers, then began her music, little by little letting her heart share everything with ours. She brushed the strings, twisted them slow, swept them, plucked them, first after "Nishang" and "Six Yao". The large strings hummed like rain, the small strings whispered like a secret. Hummed, whispered-and then were intermingled, like a pouring of large and small pearls into a plate of jade. Between Guan Ying's words, the bottom of the flower is slippery, and it is difficult for you to swallow the spring and flow under the ice. The ice spring is cold and astringent, and the strings are condensed, and the condensation will never stop. Into a depth of sorrow and concealment of lament, told even more in silence than they had told in sound. A silver vase abruptly broke with a gush of water; The fighters screamed with swords and guns. And, before she laid her pick down, she ended with one stroke, and all four strings made one sound, as of rending silk. There was quiet in the east boat and quiet in the west, and we saw the white autumnal moon enter the river's heart.

thoughtfully in the plucked string, she rose and smoothed her clothing and, formal, courteous. Told us how she had spent her girlhood at the capital, living in her parents' house under the Mount of Toads. And had mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, with her name recorded first in the class-roll of musicians. Her art the admiration even of experts, her beauty the envy of all the leading dancers. How noble youths of Wuling had lavishly competed, and numberless red rolls of silk been given for one song. And silver combs with shell inlay been snapped by her rhythms, and skirts the colour of blood been spoiled with stains of wine. Season after season, joy had followed joy, autumn moons and spring winds had passed without her heeding. Till first her brother left for the war, and then her aunt died, and evenings went and evenings came, and her beauty faded. Cold horse in front of the door, so that finally she gave herself as wife to a merchant. Who, prizing money first, careless how he left her, had gone, a month before, to Fuliang to buy tea. And she had been tending an empty boat at the river's mouth, no company but the bright moon and the cold water. And sometimes in the deep of night she would dream of her triumphs, and be wakened from her dreams by the scalding of her tears.

her very first guitar-note had started me sighing, now, having heard her story, I was sadder still. We are both unhappy -- to the sky's end, we meet. We understand. What does acquaintance matter?? I came, a year ago, away from the capital, and am now a sick exile here in Jiujiang. And so remote is Jiujiang that I have heard no music, neither string nor bamboo, for a whole year. Living near the overflow river is low in humidity, with bitter reeds and yellowed rushes all about the house. And what is to be heard here, morning and evening?? The cuckoo cries blood and the ape cries. On flowery spring mornings and moonlit autumn nights, I have often taken wine up and drunk it all alone. Of course there are the mountain songs and the village pipes But they are crude and-strident, and grate on my ears. And tonight, when I heard you playing your guitar, I felt as if my hearing were bright with fairymusic. Do not leave us. Come, sit down. Play for us again., and I will write a long song concerning a guitar..

...Moved by what I said, she stood there for a moment, then sat again to her strings-and they sounded even sadder. Although the tunes were different from those she had played before, the feasters, all listening, covered their faces. But who of them all was crying the most?, this Jiujiang official. My blue sleeve was wet.