A sentence praising the voice

1, rain and fog, sprinkled on bamboo leaves, rustled, like a girl stroking strings, like a silkworm swallowing mulberry leaves.

2. Listen, that's an oriole singing. Like a skilled soprano, she sings soft tunes, which makes people applaud. Who hummed that beautiful voice? Oh, it turned out to be an eagle. Its voice is full of power. "Squeak", this bug sounds like a violin played by a musician. Although I don't know its name, I'm sure it is an excellent musician. "I know!" As soon as you hear this sentence, you will know who it is It is a cicada, but can it only sing this song? The sounds of many insects and birds have merged into a unique symphony in my ears. How intoxicating and fascinating!

3. The flying silver chain flashes in the sun, making the silver chain brighter. The splendor of the silver chain is better than any ornament; And the huge silver chain is bigger than any invisible gas wall.

4 ... She turned the tuning pin, tested several strings, and even before she played, we could feel her feelings. Every string is a kind of meditation, and every note is a kind of deep thinking, as if she were telling us the pain of her life. She frowned, bent her fingers, and then started her music, letting her heart share everything with us bit by bit. She brushed the strings, slowly twisted, swept and plucked, first the air in the rainbow skirt, then the six small ones. Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets. Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade. Between Guan Ying's words, the bottom of the flower is slippery, so you can't swallow the spring scenery and flow under the ice.

Love every day as if it were the end of the day. Every minute is beautiful to tears, no matter whether others are optimistic or negative. As long as you bravely come with me, love doesn't need to be deliberately arranged. Kisses and hugs will be very comfortable with feelings. Enjoy now and don't be afraid of being hurt. We believe there will be many miracles.

6. Tintin's overnight rain rang the gong of spring ploughing and the drum of sowing.

7. When I walked to the waterfall, I saw silver water flowing down like grandpa's white beard. The wind blew over, blowing the water into a faint fog and sprinkling it on my face, which was cool. Several streams seem to be in a hurry, running down and accidentally hitting rocks, splashing like flying beads and jadeite.

8. Snowflakes in the air fall gracefully one by one, blooming with that peerless beauty and gentleness. That's because God forgot to wash his hair, and the falling dandruff, dear, I forgot to wash my hair, too, but why did it fall all over the floor, a sad white roof and a white room? The white bird quietly flew over my years, stood in the snow and picked up a snowflake, watching it turn into transparent water drops little by little, reflecting a tragic white, and the whole world was like a luxurious worship.

9. In the sound of rain, he grew up, got married and became a father ... Alleys, old houses and rain became the strangest background of his life. On rainy days, he will also tell his son those ancient poems about rain, and friends will always come to his studio.

10, March rain like countless small hands, playing on the keys of the forest leaves, playing a hymn of spring.

13, suddenly, a chord sound rises, drifting and lingering. Rushed to the roof, floated to the foot, high and low, and the sound was lingering. That's the familiar sound of guzheng. It is soft and ethereal, and wants to send and receive, but when it turns around, it suddenly becomes powerful and cadence. It can penetrate every pore and flow into people's hearts.

14, at the dock of love, I burned my boat, fearing that you would miss it when it was dark at night, and I burned my heart and waited.

15, there is a voice that middle-aged painters miss more and more. This kind of sound is wonderful, with color, shape, temperature and emotional stories. But now I can't hear it anymore.

16, lingering sound, three days, I don't know the meat taste in March. This song should be only in the sky, and it is rare to hear it on earth.