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Talking about sound

1. The waterfall looks like a gift from God. It falls from the sky, and the sound of "slapping" the rocks on the shore changes the whisper of the breeze blowing the grass. I came to the window and looked up at the sky. I heard the rustling of the wind off the ground and the sound of the wind blowing through my ears; In the tree, the birds sang in unison. Came to the hall, but it was dead silence. Sitting on the sofa, thinking of my dead mother, I couldn't help but feel the long-buried sadness and jumped out of my heart. I began to cry. Let the birds play beautiful and crisp songs; The sweet songs of the girls; Can't call back inner disappointment. 3, a new voice, a moment of deep sobs, seriously shocked everything around, a moment of sharp and high. Breaking through the hot air filled with dust and fog, it rose from the ground in Ran Ran and joined the original music. The sound was deafening and the echo was noisy. A low shadow hung over the harbor. 4, singing, often another picture comes to mind, and emotions will be emotional because of lyrics or songs. Every note and sound of the song will make my mind relaxed and active, my body beat and stop, and my mood will laugh and cry. The wind is blowing quietly in the Woods, and I am walking along the stream in boredom. The weather in early autumn is a little cold, and the breeze gently shakes the treetops, bringing a rustling sound. Rustling, but surprisingly good. As if with charming drunkenness. 6. When the waterfall falls, the sound of water patting the water is amazing, as if people all over the world are clapping their hands and making a loud noise. 7. Calm down and I'll open the window. The voice of the football broadcast belongs to the uncle next door, the strange violin belongs to the little girl next door, the voice of "squeak" belongs to the old man who rides a broken tricycle to buy junk, the voice of "chirp" belongs to the cheerful bird, and the voice of "rustling" belongs to the old locust tree in the yard ... Everyone has so many voices!