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The most beautiful story composition is 600 words

(1) The most beautiful writing.

My favorite word is-persistence. Because I believe that nothing is impossible as long as you persist.

One summer vacation in the fifth grade, my friends and I went to distribute leaflets, which was a sad process of exercising ourselves, honing our endurance and persistence. Although sad, it is very new to us.

We changed our clothes, and an uncle told us the general process, that is, when we see passers-by, we should say hello first, introduce the contents of the leaflet and leave our contact number, but the premise of all this is that if that person is willing to listen to all of us.

We came to the street and began to distribute leaflets to passers-by. But only if you have experienced it yourself will you know how difficult it is for those passers-by to "serve". Some people ignore our outstretched hands; Some people looked at us, talked and walked away with a frown: some people took our leaflets and threw them on the ground without taking two or three steps. Towards noon, we looked around, and the leaflets on the ground were being trampled on at will. No one cared that they were leaflets distributed by ourselves. Throw leaflets at will, let alone let us introduce them.

In the afternoon, we were all discouraged. We put the leaflets on the nearby stone chairs, and whoever is interested will get them. A minute passed. At this moment, an uncle stood in front of us and looked at the leaflets in our hands. I stared at him for a long time before I realized that he wanted our leaflets. After listening to our introduction, I stood up and said with a smile, "Hello, this is ..... I hope you have time to read it!" Great, this is the first time I've talked to passers-by today. My uncle has been listening to me patiently. By this afternoon, the situation has improved and gradually decreased. More and more people put leaflets in their bags, and more and more people are willing to listen to me. Slowly, the smile on my face is no longer stiff. Although there are still many people trampling on it, I began to believe in the power of persistence. Because no one in this world will refuse to smile, and no one will ignore persistence!

Back home, looking back on this day, I found the value of persistence. There are many things in life, as long as you persist, nothing is impossible! As long as I persist, there is nothing in the world that I can't do!

2 composition: the most beautiful voice

What is the most beautiful sound? Is it music? Is it the cry of a bird? Or did mom hum a lullaby? But I think these are not as good as parents' criticism and encouragement. My parents have been strict with me since I was a child. Encourage me when I fail, criticize me when I make mistakes, and remind me how beautiful and sweet these voices are! But in middle school, at this rebellious age, I began to plan and even resist my parents' criticism. I used to think that the most beautiful voice was no longer beautiful, and I fought an "anti-Taiwan war" with my parents. Three days a little noisy, five days a big noisy, not tired. Until one day … it was a weekend and I was doing my homework at home. Mom came back from work. I lost my temper and said, "Why don't you wash clothes?" I muttered, "I want to do my homework!" " ""How long does it take to do my homework and wash clothes? Mother crossed her waist and said, "Hurry up and wash clothes!" " ! ""I stood up and shouted, "What if I don't hand in my homework tomorrow? Are you responsible? " "I don't have to do my homework when I am your age? Don't I have to do housework? Come on, don't be so lazy, go and wash. " Mom said angrily. I cried. "Don't wash, don't wash. Why do you have to force me to do something I don't want to do? " ! My friend's parents didn't force me either! "Say that finish, I ran into the room. I also heard my mother shouting outside the door, "Come out!" "I ignore, lying on the bed crying. I keep thinking, "Where's that wonderful voice? Why is this happening? Mom doesn't understand me more and more. Why doesn't she understand my heart and just criticize me blindly ... "I calmed down and stopped crying. I began to think again: "In fact, I am also at fault! Without the reminder of my parents, I will make mistakes again and again. Just now, I think my mother is cultivating my practical ability. I still admit my mistake! " I walked out of the room and said sorry to my mother. Mom forgave me, too, and I went to wash clothes at once. Mom told me, "Remember not to use too much washing powder." I'm not bored at all. "I see." Thought: The most beautiful voice is back. ...

③ A 600-word composition with the theme of "the most beautiful song"

Years and flowers are similar, but years and people are different. Time really flies. The blink of an eye is like a cloud on the horizon, which is quietly blown away by the wind, but the childhood song is deeply rooted in my life, and its ethereal voice can be faintly heard in the quiet night.

I still remember that it was late spring, when poplars sprouted and catkins fluttered. I sat on the stone bench in front of the door, watching the white catkins flying all over the sky, shouting happily and feeling the beauty of spring. I always stubbornly thought it was Chun Xue, and whenever my grandmother always corrected my mistakes with a smile, she told me that it was catkins, not snow. But I always laugh at my grandmother's ignorance and tell her plausibly that it is spring. That's why these snowflakes won't melt. Later, with grandma's acquiescence and love, this flying catkin is a unique snowflake in my spring. Every evening, when I ask to go home, my grandmother always sings, "Shake, shake, shake to the Waipo Bridge …" I spent most of my childhood with my grandmother.

On March 3rd every year, my grandmother always takes a machete and cuts several knives on the jujube tree in front of my house. When she was chopping, she would sing: "March 3rd, chopping jujube trees ..." When I was a child, I always asked my grandmother why she chopped jujube trees. Does premature delivery not hurt? Grandma smiled and told me that because jujube trees are lazy, only by cutting a few knives can we bear more dates for our greedy cats in the coming year. Although I don't like it very much, I don't care so much when I want to have dates to eat. It's March 3 of a year, and grandma has gone to another world. Whenever I look at the bright red dates in the market during the jujube harvest season, I always guess that hard fruit farmers can do it on March 3.

A few days ago, my little niece was ill and kept crying, especially at night, when my brother and sister-in-law were not at home. Every night, my mother always holds my little niece in her arms and hums a lullaby: "My baby is going to sleep soon. I will accompany you in my dream, cry with you and comfort you when I wake up ..." I, a daughter, look at my mother's love for my little niece and feel a little jealous. Really distant relatives. "Mom smiled when I heard that, and called me baiwenhang with a smile. I was so fond of me when I was a child that I forgot all about it now. So I begged her to tell me about my childhood. Mom said I was thin and weak when I was a child, and I didn't sleep at night. Dad is busy at work during the day and tired at home at night. My mother hugged me all night and hummed me a lullaby in order not to affect his rest.

It suddenly dawned on me that childhood never left me, and it was deeply rooted in my blood night and my life. The songs that inspired my childhood are the most beautiful songs in the world and the sincere wishes and hopes of the people I love. Childhood songs must be an inseparable chapter in my life.

(4) Grade 6 "The Most Beautiful Sentence" 800 composition.

Love you forever. People who love each other want each other to say this. But it's really easy to say, but it takes a lifetime to cash it. When men hear this sentence, they care more about women's loyalty to themselves. When a woman hears this sentence, she hopes that a man will love her all her life.

I often chat with a good friend's grandmother. The old man is very enthusiastic about young people. She always wants us to visit her often, and then she will find out all the delicious food and drinks at home at once and let us have a full meal. She said that she likes to be with young people, likes the momentum of young people, and is more willing to share her life feelings with young people. In particular, her feelings about love were touching, and she learned many advantages and simplicity of people of that era. In particular, the old man mentioned that women love to listen to men's three sentences all their lives, which is even more touching.

The first sentence, I love you.

When we are young, we all want each other to say I love you and like to hear this sentence. Especially in an increasingly open society, young people are more willing to express their love openly. Although the love they say is not more real, many girls prefer to listen to men say this sentence over and over again to numb themselves, because women like to dream and express their dreams of love in words. At this stage, boys, if they love me,

Second, I love you.

With the growth of age, the initial love has also become a real marriage. Marriage is actually the most dull day for men and women. Life is not full of infinite fantasy like the initial love, but the calculation of three meals a day, so at this stage, more women are becoming more and more real. I don't entrust my love and life to God and God, but I prefer to see my husband really treat himself well, take extra care of himself in life and study, really love himself and really put himself in his heart.

The third sentence, I help you.

When the marriage has passed the silver wedding and ushered in the golden wedding, when the children have grown up and watched each other grow old quietly, more women are willing to hear a word from men: I help you. I help you is my old friend's most sincere love, the most sincere expression and the most cordial action. In fact, in life, the result of more love is to have a companion when I am old, so that the person I love most can accompany me all my life and wait for me all the time. When you can't walk, I will push you with my car. When I am tired, you will help me move forward. Interpret the greatness and perfection of love with the most practical actions.

When we are young, we may not fully understand the true meaning of these three sentences, but as time goes by and we grow older, we will find that love is actually around us. If we love someone around us, just a few words will make her feel happy all her life.

⑤ There is a kind of voice that is the most beautiful (600 words for basketball composition).

In recent days, the sixth grade men's and women's basketball match held by the school is in full swing. Students will be very happy. As long as there is a basketball match in their class, they will rush to refuel. The winner gloats, and the loser is dejected and despondent.

Take the men's basketball team in our class as an example. In the first game, our class suffered many setbacks in the first half, falling behind by two points. In the second half, the players caught up, the other team fouled, and won the game with one penalty. In the second and third games, our team played well, stealing, rebounding and assisting.

In the fourth game, the final, our class will face Class 6 (3). I heard from Wang Weiming that Class 6 (3) was very good, but I didn't think so at first. I was blindsided when I saw the opposing players-they were almost one head taller than our players, which would be regarded as meeting a real opponent.

At the beginning of the game, neither player allowed the other to pitch, and each team defended well. But after a while, opponents began to take advantage of his height. Our players' demands are always blocked by burly opponents, and it is difficult to rebound. Sometimes our players hit the middle and were caught by the other team without paying attention. Before they could return to defense, the other team threw the ball away.

Finally, we lost. The students are all disappointed. The teacher enlightened us: "it doesn't matter if we lose, because we have tried our best and our opponents have an advantage." They beat us because they have an advantage in height, so we should be optimistic. "

The teacher paused and said, "This basketball game lasted for more than a week. The students watched and played. Next, we must study wholeheartedly! " "The students have nodded. Then, we plunged into the intense study again, and the basketball storm was over.

6 composition "There is a voice that is the most beautiful" 600

There is a sound that is the most beautiful.

Night at night is like a mysterious and beautiful dream. The north wind is blowing, and the crystal white snowflakes are floating in the night sky, which is beautiful. Suddenly, a fiery red light and shadow was drawn in the sky, getting brighter and brighter. With the expectation of dawn, a string of touching notes like silver bells lay dying.

When I was a child, I thought the most beautiful sound was the crisp and melodious ripples in the heart lake, which belonged to Santa Claus.

At Christmas, as a little girl, I always have a pure and beautiful dream, that is, hearing that beautiful sound in the early morning of Christmas. Those notes are like dancing elves conjuring charming dance steps in the sky, spinning, interweaving, flying and sublimating. It is as colorful as a clear spring bathed in the moonlight in the mountains. But the real world does not allow colorful bubbles to fly freely. I told my classmates that I always hear the voice of * * * in my dreams every Christmas, but they broke my dreams with a needle tip: "What silver * * * and Santa Claus are all deceiving children!" Tears welled up in my eyes: "No, I have indeed heard of * * *, which is the most beautiful and moving voice in the world, but you have never heard of it." At this time, there was a silver * * * in the distance, and there was a loving voice: "Because you believe, you will hear."

Late that night, accompanied by Santa Claus's sweet smile and my long-awaited * * *, I fell into a deep sleep. Snow is dancing, night is silent, and nature is silent. Only the end of the silvery white snowflake is the sound of the silver bell that I really hear. With children's naive wishes, I firmly look forward to coming to Christmas Eve as scheduled. * * * Dangdang, more and more brittle, more and more solid, more and more?

Hazy, I opened my sleepy eyes, as if a figure was flashing in the dark room, and there was a * * * sound in the room? who is it? Is it Santa Claus? My heart seemed to jump out of my chest, but I was afraid to disturb Santa Claus and let him leave early, so I narrowed my eyes and pretended to go back to sleep. * * * is really as sweet as a dream. The notes jump into the ears and a feeling of peace of mind flows out. I carefully picked up the dream that was despised by others and carefully sank into this incomparable music. It was really simple. The bright moonlight shines on the endless snow, and a ray of silver light enters my room, devouring the darkness bit by bit and illuminating the "Santa Claus" who repairs my heart bit by bit. His hair is a little gray, but he is still young, and his hands are shaking the bell hard. Ah, that's dad! That is the person who keeps innocence for me on a winter night-Dad, and * * * is getting more and more beautiful, but it is also mixed with a heavy, because his beauty is full of love.

To this day, I still think that the most beautiful voice gives people faith and hope, because it is like a kind of power, which makes me cherish this innocence, hope for a better life and unique understanding of love. Because I believe in innocence and love, it is even more touching.

There is a sound that is the most beautiful.

Pop music can make modern youth pleasing to the eye; The sound of rain can also touch the hearts of sentimental literati; For me, perhaps in this long night, only the ticking of the clock will make me feel at ease to do the problem in front of me and dream in my heart.

"Tick tock, tick tock?" "Ah-I won't do it." I put down my pen with a bang, plunged into the soft bed and looked at the quiet night, but my heart was restless. Look at the opposite building, only a few families have lights on. A question, a mid-term exam, tried to think back for so long but got nothing, and I couldn't help feeling a little depressed. Is it true that hard work does not necessarily pay off? Isn't sowing necessarily fruitful? I fantasized once that the confident one didn't know where he had gone. Sleepiness is coming to me. Let me sleep for a while, will you?

"Tick tock, tick tock?" "Tick tock, tick tock?"

A clear voice gradually sounded in a vague consciousness. Is it a clock? What time is it now? It should be almost midnight. I don't know why, the center of this "tick-tock" sound has gradually settled down, looking out the window, thinking about how far the present strength is from the dream.

"Tick tock, tick tock?"

The clock goes forward mechanically and endlessly, won't it get sleepy? Is it for the moment when people look back? Silkworms in spring weave until they die. You, how brave do you have to do it? Listening to the "tick-tock" sound in my ears makes me feel guilty for being a member of all primates.

Sighed, picked up the pen that had just dropped, rubbed my sleepy eyes, made myself a cup of coffee and treated it calmly.

The problem that has been badly drawn in front, quickly recall various solutions in your mind. Somehow, the new auxiliary line outlined on the map has taken shape and the thinking is clear.

"Tick tock, tick tock?"

Perhaps, in the dark, I am not alone. I have an hour hand, a minute hand and a second hand to March bravely with me. They will never look back. They will keep moving forward and never complain about mechanical boredom. They give their lives to people until the last trace of life is exhausted. And I, in this tick-by-tick, admire and feel ashamed, and learn to check myself at all times, always alert myself, always remember my goals, my dreams and my future.

Tick tock, the most beautiful voice in my heart.

⑦ 800-word composition with the most beautiful voice

Listen, what a wonderful voice.

1, competitive voice: Come on, fight,

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Regarding the struggle on the court, Li Na and Ding Junhui are both listed.

Yao Ming and others are the first moment to challenge themselves and a higher level arena, which is undoubtedly the least.

2, the voice of helping others: watching craft advertisements, every move that is beneficial to society and friends is also the most beautiful. There is a craft advertisement, 1 a man is running, 1 a woman is helping the old man push a rickshaw on the bridge, and the laughter is beautiful.

3. Voice of technology. With the rapid development of science and technology, it is very beautiful for smart phones to replace big bricks. It's also nice to use PAD instead of big TV. The sounds of these new electronic functions are wonderful.

4. harmonious voice: that advertisement

Family, this advertisement is the most beautiful advertisement I have ever seen, and I want to cry. What's there to say? It's really classic If you haven't seen it, search it online. It's really great. The sound conveyed by these music is beautiful.

5. In short, the beautiful voice is everywhere, and it can be found in time. Experience the moment of beauty at any time.

The most beautiful sound composition.

Some people say that the beauty of nature has long been read by all beings, and it is just a variety of colors. However, have you ever heard the sound of nature with your ears?

The sound of nature is fresh and deep.

In spring, when the last snowflake melted, the stream, which had been silent for a winter, opened its mouth excitedly and smiled like a child. She sang cheerful songs and spread the news of the revival of everything to the four fields. The newly blooming flowers are still yawning, and the grass is drilling out of the soil and making a squeak. Ha, he is greeting Grandpa Sun!

In spring, the voice of nature is cheerful and full of vitality. I'm moved when I figure it out.

Suddenly, summer came. In summer, the goddess' footsteps floated on the earth, just like Apollo stroking the harp with his magic finger. Its voice is rhythmic, but ethereal and real. Rainstorm, this fanatic always comes at this moment. He roared, extended his fist and slammed down. Unexpectedly, natural fighting sounds like a concert. A forest rustled and whispered about the fierce fighting. Finally, the rain stopped. Only frightened birds dare to show their little heads and say that they will travel tomorrow.

In summer, the voice of nature is the joy of strength and wildness. Only when it is warm is it moving.

Suddenly, autumn came. The leaves in Phnom Penh rustle. In the autumn wind's judgment, some people ended up helpless and let out a sigh. "Sasha Vujacic" became a child abandoned by the tree, resting in the soil. No matter how beautiful the flowers are, they can't compare with the passage of time. Only when they let out a sigh did they wither and die. Chrysanthemum, fate arranged for her to bloom alone at this time, I'm afraid it's just a joke, but lonely, in the silent night, I can hear her crying.

In autumn, the sound of nature is a beautiful and sad song. Only its sadness is touching.

Winter is coming, and snowflakes are flying between heaven and earth. At that time, the angel's tears were falling, the wind was blowing, the quiet notes were quieter, and they rose and whirled in the ears. Maybe it's because it's not very common. The sun shines gently and slides out an elegant melody at your fingertips. This kind of sound does not pass through the eardrum, but is directly immersed in the mind. No sound is so transparent and clean.

In winter, the voice of nature is quiet and ethereal. Only when it is perfect is it moving.

Listen, with these pleasant, warm, sad and flawless voices, we have gone through the four seasons and the cycle of spring, summer, autumn and winter. I'm not lying to you. Everyone can hear the most beautiful sound, as long as they are careful. You, did you hear that?

Pet-name ruby the most beautiful voice 800-word composition

The most beautiful voice

Standing by the sea, listening to the surging waves, the inner excitement is beyond words;

Standing under the flowers, listening to the rustle of falling red, I can't say how helpless I am;

It's nearly dusk, and it's hard to say that the rain is whispering.

Looking back at history, listening to the clank of iron bones, the heroic heart is beyond words.

Since ancient times, no one has died in life, leaving a heart that shines through history.

The waves rolled and the sea breeze roared at the edge of the ocean. Who is sighing at the sky? Facing death, you have no fear. You know that death is heavier than Mount Tai and lighter than a feather, and you are willing to die for your country. What are the regrets of a strong man? In this way, a sigh on the edge of the ocean is left to future generations, and the sunset reflects your long figure.

Listening to Wen Tianxiang's exclamation, I know that every man is responsible for the rise and fall of the country.

The wind is rustling and the water is cool, and the strong man is gone forever.

The autumn wind swept away the fallen leaves and rippled the Yishui River. You stood by the river, faced an old friend, drank a glass of wine, and decided to stab the king of Qin with a dead mind. Awe, lofty sentiments, how many descendants you touched. In this way, your decisive footsteps echoed in the Yishui River for a long time, and the scholar died for his bosom friend, unwavering!

Listen to the voice of Jing Ke's decisive departure and experience the chivalry full of blood.

I will make my strength as full as the full moon, full as the full moon, heading northwest and shooting at the team in West Xia Jun.

Are you ready to shoot Sirius in the west? I know you're frustrated. I know you're dedicated to serving your country. "Why not put some cream on your temples?" Your pride is admirable, and your thank you is impressive. It's a pity that a swift horse can never be appreciated by Bole, and your thank you gentleman is always covered with dust.

Listen to Su Dongpo's "Old Lady Chatting about Juvenile Madness" and learn about the iron and blood of ancient people with lofty ideals.

Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely.

You have an optimistic mood, an open mind, seclusion at the foot of Nanshan, self-cultivation and self-sufficiency. When you walk on the edge of the country, you will be satisfied when you see the grass covered with beans and seedlings and smell the fragrance of wild chrysanthemums. Enjoy comfort and leisure; I like quiet and peaceful, lingering among the green mountains and green waters; Indulge in the flowers and birds. . . . . . You smiled, and you smiled generously and freely.

Listening to Tao Yuanming's smile, I know that sometimes, calmness is more beautiful.

Open the title page of history, classical and full of lofty sentiments; Closing the last page of history, I am deeply touched and meaningful! Listen to the wind and rain, listen to the ancient sound, listen to the heroic, listen to the hope!

Attending to "the most beautiful song" junior high school composition

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Make it clear earlier. . Let's see if there is one. .

As follows:

That's the most beautiful song.

When I was a child, I used to snuggle up in my mother's arms and listen to her sing "There is a mountain in the distance, a tree on the mountain, a thatched cottage under the tree ..." The sweet voice flowed in the moonlight on a summer night and rippled in my heart. I used to think it was the most beautiful song in the world.

With the growth of my age, my vision is constantly expanding, and the prosperity of the world is gradually changing my once-held view.

With my parents' pocket money, I often buy some CDs of pop music to play at home. I took a round CD, fixed it in the CD player, and then pressed the button with joy, and all kinds of wonderful sounds flowed in my ears instantly. I like listening to Jay Chou's dance music, which is hot and lively. Every time this kind of music comes out of the DVD player, my mother will sit quietly and watch me come alive with the dancers on TV, always silent; I also like listening to Angela Zhang's music, which is quiet and elegant. Every time I hear such music, my mother's eyes will flash with excitement. Until one time, after an "Invisible Wings" was sung, my mother suddenly sang along and asked me, "Is it good?" I was helpless for a while, because the hoarse voice was really hard to be called nice. Faced with the silent answer, my mother was puzzled. Since then, I have never listened to my mother's songs.

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Once, my mother was on a business trip and left me a tape to listen to when I was sleepy. I didn't understand it, but I stayed. After I failed in an exam, I lost confidence, and my troubles and loneliness surged up. Suddenly, I remembered the tape my mother gave me. I put it on the radio and pressed the button in confusion. To my surprise, the old radio actually played my mother's hoarse voice, which was my favorite song when I was a child. As time goes by, the familiarity I once had becomes strange because I haven't been in contact for a long time. Today my mother brought it to my ear again.

I closed my eyes and felt my mother's voice quietly spreading around me, filled with songs. I feel that my mother's encouraging smile seems to be in front of me. My mother's familiar arms surround me, accompany me, expel my unhappiness and lead me out of the predicament.

Mother's song crept into my heart and penetrated into my soul. Suddenly I feel that my mother's voice has become beautiful. The hoarse voice has faded away from the ugly shell, revealing the most beautiful and moving voiceless sound inside. This voice comes from my mother's love, from my mother's care and concern for me, just like a weather-beaten pearl wrapped in a hard shell under the torture of secular and fatigue, but in the middle is a pearl that is always beautiful.

When I was a child, my fascination with my mother's songs came to my mind again. My mother's song is the most beautiful song in the world, because my mother melts maternal love into every note, making it lively and brilliant.

That is the most beautiful song, flowing in my life, just like nature. ...

BBBBBB. Singing of Nature

The sound of nature is fresh and deep.

In spring, when the last snowflake melted, the stream, which had been silent for a winter, opened its mouth excitedly and smiled like a child. She sang cheerful songs and spread the news of the revival of everything to the four fields. The newly blooming flowers are still yawning, and the grass is drilling out of the soil and making a squeak. Ha, he is greeting Grandpa Sun!

In spring, the voice of nature is cheerful and full of vitality. I'm moved when I figure it out. Suddenly, summer came. In summer, the goddess' footsteps floated on the earth, just like Apollo stroking the harp with his magic finger. Its voice is rhythmic, but ethereal and real. Rainstorm, this fanatic always comes at this moment. He roared, extended his fist and slammed down. Unexpectedly, natural fighting sounds like a concert. A forest rustled and whispered about the fierce fighting. Finally, the rain stopped. Only frightened birds dare to show their little heads and say that they will travel tomorrow.

In summer, the voice of nature is the joy of strength and wildness. Only when it is warm is it moving.

Suddenly, autumn came. The leaves in Phnom Penh rustle. In the autumn wind's judgment, some people ended up helpless and let out a sigh. "Sasha Vujacic" became a child abandoned by the tree, resting in the soil. No matter how beautiful the flowers are, they can't compare with the passage of time. Only when they let out a sigh did they wither and die. Chrysanthemum, fate arranged for her to bloom alone at this time, I'm afraid it's just a joke, but lonely, in the silent night, I can hear her crying. In autumn, the sound of nature is a beautiful and sad song. Only its sadness is touching. Winter is coming, and snowflakes are flying between heaven and earth. At that time, the angel's tears were falling, the wind was blowing, the quiet notes were quieter, and they rose and whirled in the ears. Maybe it's because it's not very common. The sun shines gently and slides out an elegant melody at your fingertips. This kind of sound does not pass through the eardrum, but is directly immersed in the mind. No sound is so transparent and clean. In winter, the voice of nature is quiet and ethereal. Only when it is perfect is it moving.

Listen, with these pleasant, warm, sad and flawless voices, we have gone through the four seasons and the cycle of spring, summer, autumn and winter. I'm not lying to you. Everyone can hear the most beautiful sound, as long as they are careful. You, did you hear that?

Yes, number two, "voice" should be changed to "singing".

If it is good, adopt it ~