Listening narrative

Listen to the music of life

Life seems ordinary, but it is a priceless treasure. I really want to ask those college students who want to commit suicide, why should they despise life? Life is like music, with climax and silence. If you have to give up your life just because of one failure, how worthless it is. Look at the children with leukemia, and look at the terminally ill people, who are on the verge of life and death, but still stubbornly fighting death. Even though they may not be able to escape the clutches of death in the end, they tried their best to fight for their lives and wrote the most expensive music for their lives.

I remember last summer, when SARS was the most rampant. At that time, nearly a thousand doctors and nurses across the country struggled at the forefront of "anti-Africa", and they risked their lives to save every patient. Terrible germs make doctors and nurses fall down one after another, but they all have the same wish, even if they sacrifice their lives, they should also save patients and compete with death for a flower-like life. Their wish came true, however, they themselves went to sleep with the flowers. When the disease of SARS was finally eliminated with the concerted efforts of the people of the whole country, those heroes who died in the war against SARS can also be buried in the ground. I believe that although they have left, their deeds will never be forgotten by people. They wrote a tragic and brilliant life song with their own blood.

Even a civilian can live a happy life. From my carefree childhood to my parents' worrying school days, I worked hard when I grew up, got a stable job, had a happy marriage and a lovely child, and enjoyed my old age when I was old. Perhaps this is our real life, which is ordinary but happy. Ordinary people can also write a peaceful and wonderful theme of life for themselves.

You don't have to be a hero in life, as long as you live contentedly and happily. Let's listen to the music of life together and realize how beautiful life is! Everyone can have a different life and a different song of life. If there is no life, nothing can be owned. Please cherish your life!

Listen to the songs of childhood

Childhood is colorful, with gorgeous colors, innocent smiles and sweet and sour tastes.

We were naive, naive and happy in childhood. What was childhood like? I chewed the question over and over again with my chin cupped. Thinking about it, colorful childhood drawings emerged in front of my eyes.

it was a very quiet night, and the calls of insects were particularly loud.

Yan Yan and I walked side by side on a quiet path.

When the wind blew, the tall and graceful trees rustled, and their bodies tilted slightly, but they did not block the deep blue sky and the bright moonlight.

at this time, the flowers also sleep. Oh, you can imagine what a quiet night it is, and I can only tell you this in a gentle tone.

Look at the starry sky again. The starry sky dotted with countless stars was once the ideal sky in the dreams of two children.

If you look down again, you will find two white dots, just like two veiled leaves. I have to tell you gently that they are Yan Yan and me.

eh? What are they talking about? Please listen carefully:

"One, two, three, four, five ..."

"No, no, look, another one has disappeared!"

do you understand what they are doing? Yes, they are counting the stars.

The twinkling stars in the sky aroused their curiosity.

Listening and observing in my childhood was the most enjoyable thing for me. I listen carefully, I hear the stars singing softly, I hear the insects whispering, I hear the trees calling quietly ...

I will listen attentively and listen to the beautiful voice, "Ding Dong-Ding Dong", like the sound of a flowing stream, what a wonderful note.

Yan Yan and I are counting the stars while listening to the music sung by the stars. The twinkling stars are our bright eyes.

that's a childhood memory. I gently close my eyes and listen to the music with childhood notes, which is the best sound I have ever heard.

Thank God for giving me the ability to listen, so that I can listen to the sounds of nature from my childhood quietly and stupidly!

Listening to distant piano sounds

Although there is Guangling San now, I haven't heard it, and I don't want to listen to it. When Ji Kang was executed, he played it once because Guangling San would be lost, and no one will play it again. I don't know how this song later flowed into the Sui Palace and has been passed down to this day, but it is too far from Ji Kang's age. I don't believe it's Ji Kang's Guangling San. I only enjoy this beautiful song with him in the book. Ji Kang played the guqin with five tones: Gong, Shang, Wei and Yu. I don't know guqin. I can't play a song like Ji Kang, nor can I play a stringed piano like Tao Yuanming. But I will appreciate it, I will accompany him to appreciate it, and I will read a book with Ji Kang and discuss Ruan Ji's "When there is no hero, make vertical son famous!" However, Ji Kang's words are too few. We don't communicate through words, only through the sound of the piano.

Speaking of it, Ji Kang is also a handsome young man with a natural talent, and he is well-read, leaving many famous poems. In contrast, he prefers to caress the piano. The article is good, but the sound of the piano is even more intoxicating. It was a coincidence that he told me that Guangling San was learned by chance. But it doesn't matter. As long as Ji Kang plays a single shot, there will be no room for dirty wine, no ostentation and extravagance, and no break with Shan Tao. All of them are external things. What I see is an open-minded Ji Kang, which is a lotus waiting to be opened without earthly contamination!

Perhaps it is this whiteness, perhaps it is this "everyone is turbid and I am alone". "Or the unusually careful, he pushed the blind alley. Is it just for dear John? Ji Kang told me sadly: Master Ruden once told him; "You are strong-willed, and talented, can you avoid disaster? "To this end, he was very careful, but he didn't want a dear John letter to push him to the wall. However, he held his head high and said he didn't regret it because he had made a false friend.

I really admire Ji Kang for being so indifferent to life and death. He asked to play a tune. I know, this is the last time he played the piano for me. Sure enough, he said. "Please let me play Guangling San again. Yuan Xiaoni and others tried to learn it many times in the past, but I refused. Guangling San is now unique! "So, the mysterious piano music was overwhelming.

In the end, when the music ended, I closed my eyes and couldn't bear to see Ji Kang fall under the evil butcher's knife. At this point, the piano music has been exhausted and Ji Kang has turned to dust, but his simple and simple piano music still lingers in my ears, telling a great musician and scholar. < That gentle rustling is the autumn wind that throws the withered and yellow leaves into the arms of Mother Earth. Listen! The rhythmic sound of sickle cutting crops is the autumn wind that brings the good news of harvest to farmers' ears. I, on the other hand, strolled along the campus path covered with golden leaves, enjoying the pleasant autumn breeze, and a "bad thing" happened in this beautiful autumn day came to my mind.

On a cloudy day, I was "unfortunately" diagnosed with appendicitis. I cried like a bolt from the blue when I heard the news. Seeing the sky outside the window seems to have stained my sad mood. What changed my bad mood was the giant in my life-my father.

He is a lawyer, just like people think of lawyers: he always keeps a straight face and pretends to be serious. But this unusual image was completely subverted during my hospitalization. It was a very warm picture: my unsmiling father washed my feet, combed my hair and told me jokes. I heard from my mother that when I entered the operating room, my father leaned against the wall and smoked. Smoke fills the air and the sun shines obliquely, showing the deep sculpture on the ground. From time to time, I stand on tiptoe and look up as if I wanted to see my situation. Only then did I know how great the usual low-key and serious fatherly love was, and after that, I realized the warmth of fatherly love more deeply.

Because of the operation, it is inconvenient to get out of bed, so we have to rely on other people's help for big and small matters, so natural dad becomes the best candidate. After that, my father pretended to be energetic every day and always waited for me to fall asleep before going to rest. But he doesn't know until now. I pretend to be asleep every time. After hearing my father's snoring, I get up with difficulty. By the bright and hazy moonlight, I look at the gray sideburns and then take off the shoes he forgot to take off. I know he is too tired, too tired.

It's been two years since this incident, but the impression left on me is unforgettable. Whenever I think of the scenes of that year, I can't help crying, but I know that these tears contain too much love and too many emotions.

listen! That harsh reprimand and reprimand is a strict father's love for her children in autumn. Listen! The ticking of crystal tears is a child's gratitude to his father in autumn. Looking at the yellow leaves kicked away at the foot, I looked up at the sky and found that the sky was still blue and the sun was still shining.

Listen to Xia

The innocent spring baby skipped away from us, and Miss Xia came again with light steps.

She erased the tender green left by the spring child to the grass, making it deeper. She is more mature than Chunhai, and makes everything in the world more colorful.

She was born as enthusiastic as fire, and her arrival made the scorching sun in July replace the soft spring in March. At this time, the dog couldn't bear the heat, and he was spitting out his tongue "wheezing-wheezing-"; Guo Guo couldn't stand the scorching sun, and he sang loudly at the top of his voice.

she doesn't like the lingering and delicate spring rain, so she pours the downpour on the world.

Miss Xia really came. Listen! Grass "rustling" is the sound of Xia girl's dance skirt brushing them.

Miss Xia used cicadas instead of butterflies and bees that Chunhai loved. Cicada answered Miss Xia's exhortation with a rough and loud song. Listen! How loud!

Miss Xia lifted the veil of the sun, which made people sweat profusely. But "uncle air conditioner" seems to be not enough, and he is desperately spraying hot air outside, and "blare-"keeps going.

Miss Xia couldn't get used to it, so she asked Uncle Feng to send us wind to cool us down. I didn't know that Uncle Feng sent waves of "hoo-hoo-hoo" heat waves.

Miss Xia is angry, and she is beating desperately with a "double hammer" in the cloud. Lightning appeared, and "God" became angry and roared with thunder.

"Hua ..." Miss Xia threw a basin of water at Uncle Feng in a rage, and in an instant, Uncle Feng scared him away!

"pa pa-"The loving mother is fanning her children to fight mosquitoes! How hot it is! The baby fell asleep sweating like a pig.

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Listen to Xia. Xia's dress is more mature than Chun's windmill.

Listening to Xia, Xia's tears are rougher than those of Chun's children.

Listen to summer. The cicadas of summer girls are louder than the streams of spring children.

......

Miss Xia has come. How light her steps are! How mature her manners are! Listen to the sound of summer, and you will find what colorful and intoxicating sounds of nature it is!

Listen, Rain

I am happy to break free from the embrace of the sky and rush to your arms. Don't keep me away. I just want to whisper to you ...

—— Inscription

When you fall quietly, always make a face to let us know that you are coming, for fear that we will not take you seriously. You are drifting down, relieving the nervous mood for those who work at the desk and smoothing the wave marks of the soul for those who are restless. Bring joy to children and baptism to flowers and plants.

Maybe your mother taught you to do good deeds without leaving a name. So you always keep things quiet when we don't know. Whisper with flowers and plants in secret.

rain, rain, I'm coming to be close to you. I walked into your world and listened quietly to what you said to me. You said to me softly: "I secretly ran down, from Tianyu to the earth, what a long distance, although I have been swaying only, but I never feel lonely." At high altitude, birds flew with me and talked with him about the joy of flying freely. When I arrived at the earth, I met the flower, and she told me how determined I was to stand in the dirt. When I fell into a stream, I drifted with the flowing water. Since then, I have not been the only one. If you hear the sound of "rustling … rustling", it is a happy laugh. "

listen to the rain, listen to its loneliness and satisfaction.

I lay on the lawn, with open arms, enjoying the joy of the rain.

small raindrops gently stroked my face. The coolness makes me feel extraordinarily calm. I closed my eyes and listened quietly. "Ding dong Ding dong" This is the rain falling in the stream. "Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock". "Crash!" This is the rain that fell naughtily on people's roofs. I can't help the corners of my mouth rising.

it's still raining happily. Never seem to know fatigue. It bravely jumped into the embrace of the earth, knowing that it would disappear, but it had no regrets. It is willing to dedicate itself to every living thing. It baptizes everything with all its own, and perhaps this is its happiness. I asked it, "Is it worth it?" "It's worth it." In the sound of "brushing", I understand.

listen to the rain, its dedication and joy.

The phoenix tree is drizzling, and at dusk, little by little ...

Listen to the sound of rain

Perhaps you have seen the ebb and flow of the tide and the geese go back, have you ever seen the misty rain? Maybe you've heard of flowers blooming and flowers falling, cicadas singing and birds singing. Have you ever heard of the patter of rain? Perhaps you have thought about how time flies, and when winter goes and spring comes, have you ever thought about a rain dream?

-Inscription

Outside the window, the rain hits the banana: inside the curtain, Yi Deng is like a bean. Take a cup of light green tea, hold a Song Ci, and keep a quiet and calm night alone.

once upon a time, I didn't like rain. I always thought that the scenery, the sound and the feeling of rain were all products of melodrama, too charming and too touching. Now, when I have lost my childishness and look at the problem one-sidedly, I find that the rain is actually wonderful and unique. Walking in the drizzle, the tender rain is touching my cheeks, like my mother's gentle fingers, which is the rhyme of love: listening to the sound of heavy rain, let the annoying unhappiness in my heart go away with the pouring rain, which is the rhyme of smoothness; Savoring the scene after the rain, the window is fresh and pleasant, clean and soft, smelling the pure earth fragrance, and thinking about the simplest rain dream in my heart, which is pure rhyme. No wonder the ancients said: spring water is brighter than the sky, painting a boat and listening to the rain.