Classic sentences describing the beauty of sound; Beautiful sentences describing sounds.

First, insects-musicians in cicadas, their performance is absolutely beyond doubt, and their voice is first-class. Under the scorching sun, the musicians are creaking in the shade. Tickle ",I don't know how happy I am, it makes people itch, and I want to play a song with musical instruments and insect gates." "

Second, 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.

Thirdly, I love guzheng music because its melody is profound, transparent and soft, and its rhyme is bright, crisp, subtle, chic and elegant.

Fourth, "click, click". At night, it began to rain outside the window, and the fluttering rain was like countless soft fingers, playing elegant and beautiful songs. I lay in a small bed, staring at Mao Mao like rain, in a daze.

Learning piano has honed my will. Learning the piano is not easy, it requires tenacious perseverance and strong will. Before I learned the piano, my mind was always full of teachers' serious faces, homework assigned in advance, repeated tasteless mechanical exercises, and typos and wrong questions that could never be corrected, which made me uninterested in learning.

6. In the shadow of this new world, the once vast and brilliant Wing Yi Plain has turned into dust and collapsed one by one under relentless resistance. The once chaotic strongmen were thrown into a complete territory, and the once deafening noise finally became a voice.

Seven, their whole body is dark, their eyes are green and their feathers are fluffy, like swallows' chicks. They seem to fly desperately in the rain, sometimes to the roof, sometimes to the branches. I found a bird soaked to the skin and kept practicing. I think they are brave, not afraid of hardship and fatigue. I want to learn this spirit of birds, practice my skills hard when I was a child, and fly high when I grow up.

I went to the piano and played Chopin's serenade. I have heard of Wan Lai, so when others lose confidence and feel depressed, I hope they can hear my beautiful voice.

Nine, my mother turned into the kitchen, and I heard the familiar ensemble of pots and pans, as well as the sound of cutting vegetables and the sound of juicing by the juicer ... all kinds of voices were endless, all of them were my mother!

Ten, the waterfall is like a gift from God, falling from the sky, and the sound of "fluttering" hitting the rocks on the shore has changed the whisper of the breeze.

Hummingbird is the smallest bird in the world, weighing only 1-2 grams, only the belly size of the little finger. If you put a little hummingbird in your hand, you can't see its true face at all. Today, I finally saw the true face of the hummingbird in a color photo with a magnification of 100 times. It is really a beautiful and magical bird.

Twelve, summer is coming, cicadas call in the tree: "Summer is coming, so hot, so hot!" The children are boating, swimming and playing in the water. They made waves, clattered, and flew into the sky with silvery laughter.

Thirteen, I don't know when to start, every time I eat, I can always hear "Yao Yao, Yao Yao ……" coming from the window, with the timbre of the elderly and middle-aged people. Although the voice comes from different people, everyone's voice is full of expectation and happiness. So I stopped writing and waited for a response.

14, rumble, rumble, this momentum is the sound of thunder, just like a drum band performing in the sky, it's raining, "tick-tock. Tick-tock, the wonderful sound of rain always reminds people of good memories. It is like being in a quiet space of your own. How gentle it is to calm down and listen to the rain! In this world full of all perfect phonology, I heard it.

Fifteen, there are many kinds of voices sung in history; There are many kinds of voices that touch people's hearts; But there is a voice that can shake people's hearts and sing through the ages.

Sixteen, the music played on the piano can make people intoxicated, and different music gives people different feelings! * *, let's be full of * * for life. Women, let us enter a kind world!

Seventeen, the piano timbre is simple and rich, soft as winter sunshine, bright and bright, warm and calm. As cold as steel balls scattered on the ice, the lines are clear and penetrate the bones. As fierce as the roaring deep sea, shocking and shocking. As deep as the night, if the sound is silent, it has its own bottomless power to the sky.

18. Sound is everywhere, but we often ignore it. As long as we listen attentively to the voices around us, we will find that the voice is wonderful; As long as you listen attentively to the ordinary voice in life, you can feel the wonderful life.

Nineteen, winter is coming. Everywhere you can hear the north wind, snow falling, accompanied by rustling sound, people step on the snow and make a creaking sound.

20. As soon as I entered Huangguoshu Scenic Area, I heard the sound of water rushing in the distance, just like a breeze blowing through the treetops, getting louder and louder, and finally coming like a flood, drowning the noisy Ma Si, leaving only noisy water sounds between heaven and earth.

Huangguoshu Waterfall falls in a valley surrounded by mountains. We walked down the stone steps from the west to the bottom. Sitting on a rock near the water's edge, close to the waterfall, separated by a small green pool, it seems that you can raise your hand and wash your face. When the waterfall plunged into the bottom of the valley, the water droplets splashed directly on our faces, which was cool and comfortable.

Twenty-two, early in the morning, the sun just rose in the east, and I suddenly heard a swallow's cry. Open the curtain, it's really a few swallows chirping in front of the window.

Twenty-three, by the stream, the stream flows, running day and night, and they make a "rushing" sound. This is the sound of happiness. Because they are looking for a better tomorrow, the vast world they dream of, and the unpredictable future.

Twenty-four, listen, the birds in the tree crow loudly and sing refreshing songs. The cicada is not willing to lag behind, accompanied by "squeaking". In a short time, more musicians want to join. Look, the rushing mountain stream has become a partner, and the grass swaying in the wind is like a conductor! Sister Guihua is also busy showing herself at this concert held by nature.

Twenty-five, the beautiful voice of nature, both moving and charming, is beyond human play. The voice of nature is a very unique voice. Listen, what a wonderful sound Uncle Feng plays with his accordion! Wow-wow-the voice is sometimes slow, sometimes urgent, sometimes gentle, sometimes dignified, sometimes sad, sometimes cheerful; Hehe, Uncle Feng is really a versatile musician!

Twenty-six, ah! The voice is really soft and hard, and the jingle is really sweet. Thus began the course of learning the piano, and at the same time began my bittersweet life.

Twenty-seven, singing is like flowing water, which makes people feel worried and swim around. Another example is the surging waves, and another example is the terrible waves, which beat you and write the emotions that have been precipitated in your heart. In an instant, you feel that cicadas are like wild waves, robbing you of the faint sadness that you hold tightly in your hand. When cicadas have a sweet and gentle language like night, it should be a love song.

In this flock of pigeons, I like a pigeon with black and white feathers best. Every time I go to Uncle Wang Jun's house to see pigeons, I can't help feeling its soft and smooth feathers, especially the green fluff around my neck, just like wearing a green velvet scarf. I feel very comfortable.

29. Even so, Hukou still couldn't catch all the yellow waves in Sichuan, so some people went their own way, turned around and scattered on the beach walls on both sides of Longgou, or found gaps in diamonds, gurgling like springs; Or trickle through the slate and gurgle into a stream; Or sandwiched between stones, wailing. And those hanging on the wall, as bright as silk.

In this fast-paced social life, people's ears are full of all kinds of voices, but maybe that voice will not be remembered by people. Dad has a unique pace, always rhythmic, like the beautiful sliding sound on the piano keys, like the crisp sound of "four strings singing together, such as spinning" on the pipa strings. Every contact between the sole and the ground embodies a sense of art.

Thirty-one, sitting under a big tree, a refreshing wind blows, the tree can always sing the sound of "rustling", and each leaf makes its own unique sound, as if a large orchestra is singing for you alone. That sound will come to your mind. You just need to close your eyes and listen carefully, and you can drive away your troubles unconsciously and stop feeling insignificant.

Thirty-two, the sound of the zither is beautiful, like the tinkling of spring water in a stream, like orchids in a valley, and there are many kinds of spirits, like heroes. The sound of guzheng is changeable, depending on the pianist's mood and feelings. Guzheng is an intoxicating sound, which makes people feel like they are in the environment.

Grandpa's family has a lively and clever bird. It is covered with colorful feathers, with a yellow mouth and orange claws. It's really beautiful.

34. The sea is at our feet thoughtfully, like a poet. The voice seems as gentle as the dim moonlight and the morning mist of roses, deep and gentle, like a breeze blowing through the strings; Like falling flowers on the water.

Thirty-five, look! Orioles are jumping around happily on the branches. Listen! It sang a sweet song, and the song began to be sad and melancholy. Suddenly, the sad and dim song turned into a cheerful tone, pouring like a tinkling spring … extremely smooth. Indeed, the singing of oriole makes people feel worried, because it is so happy!

36. Sound is everywhere, but we often ignore it. As long as we listen attentively to the voices around us, we will find that the voice is wonderful; As long as you listen attentively to the ordinary, simple and ordinary voices in life, you can feel the wonderful life.

Thirty-seven, the small water droplets splashed by the waterfall are as fine as smoke and dust, which diffuse in the air and become misty fog, casting a thin veil on the trees in the mountain stream.

Thirty-eight, there is such a voice, although there is no cadence, beautiful expression, but it can turn pieces of unremarkable square bricks and stones into tall buildings, making people's lives convenient, fast, stable and comfortable. The creator of this sound is a construction worker.

39. Beautiful melody will take you back to ancient times and make your mind quiet. Even after listening to it, you will feel lingering and memorable.

Forty, suddenly, the murmur of running water came quietly, mixed with different shades of green, and formed a wonderful movement. I followed the sound of the stream and came to this clear stream.

The voice of nature can be heard everywhere, but now people are too busy to notice it. When we are out of breath in a stressful life, we might as well take a walk in the mountains. The sound of nature will definitely relax our body and mind, make us feel relaxed and relaxed, let us have rich imagination, realize valuable philosophy, and let us remember all secular troubles for a long time.

Forty-two, I love the piano like a crystal iceberg, and I love the piano like a gorgeous rainbow. Whenever I sit comfortably in front of the piano and fondle it affectionately, I will always feel the colorful life from it.

Forty-three, in a silent night, the moonlight poured like water, decorating the earth into a mysterious silvery white. At this time, the melodious piano sounds like running water, echoing between water and sky, washing away the excitement and arrogance in your soul. Do you feel relaxed and happy? If I were you, my soul would have been on cloud nine, and I would have been drunk unconscious. This is no wonder, because I have a wonderful fate with the piano.

44. In the strange and unpredictable nature, all kinds of sounds are intertwined to form a wonderful natural symphony. In this magnificent symphony, there is a sound that I like best. Sometimes it's like a melodious flute, sometimes it's like a stormy sea. This is rain.

Forty-five, I sang more than a dozen words, and gradually I sang higher and higher. Suddenly I pulled out a gyro and threw it into the sky like a wire ... After singing to a very high level of three or four stacks, I suddenly fell down. I tried my best to capture its indomitable spirit, like a flying snake hovering in the middle of the thirty-six peaks of Huangshan Mountain, and in an instant, the laps were repeated. From then on, the singing became lower and thinner, and the voice gradually disappeared.

Forty-six, a hundred birds in the forest contend, calling friends and friends like waterfalls falling into deep streams, like stormy waves lapping on the shore.

47. I can't help taking it out of the cage. It struggled in horror and looked at me with frightened little eyes, as if to say, please, let me go. I found that the feathers on its head were short and dense, and it felt very slippery. Its belly is falling together, its feathers are loose and soft, and it feels warm.

Forty-eight, the sound seems to be a motorcycle driving fast on the distant highway. Suddenly, I heard the sound of light rain "ticking" again, like many people banging on the ground with chopsticks. At this time, I felt an impulse to fly, which reminded me of a picture: a bird quickly stopped on a tree, as if to say: it's raining, it's raining, I don't know how my child is.

49. Every evening, the sun puts away its dazzling light and turns it into a golden CD. Many birds will fly back to the bamboo forest downstairs. There are not many green bamboos. Those birds are called bamboo birds. Petite and exquisite body, crisp voice, they chirp together in droves, as if chatting together, and as if singing together.

Fifty, the black feathers contain milky white feathers, the corners of the mouth and claws are red, the tail is like scissors, like a drawn sword, cutting the air into a gap and flying in the sky-swallows.

5 1. When I sat in front of the piano, my thoughts came back to reality. I can't help feeling that I sacrificed my childhood when I should have played for the piano, but it was this "golden period" of my life that made me brilliant today!

Fifty-two, I once had a smile in my life, but in the end it dissipated like a fog. That smile became a swift river hidden deep in my heart, and I couldn't swim across it. The sound of that river became my desperate song day and night.

Fifty-three, listen, who is "squeak, chirp"? Look, it's Miss Lark singing her beautiful song in the tree. Look, many fans come to listen to Miss Lark sing. Not far away, a swift stream came to my ear. When I walked by, I saw that Mr. Waterfall was playing a little song. After careful taste, the bullet is lifelike, really like a famous musician.

Rain and fog, sprinkled on bamboo leaves, rustle, like a girl stroking strings, like a spring silkworm swallowing mulberry leaves.

55. The piano, like life, is a ditty that can never be played. We should take every note seriously, let us feel the sound of the piano with our heart and understand life with our heart.

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

Huangguoshu Waterfall is not as long as Lushan Waterfall, but it is much wider, so it looks extraordinary and magnificent. The waterfall poured down from the rock wall, roaring like thunder, and the mountains returned to the valley. Sitting below, it seems to be in a round orchestra pit. With music around, people are like floating in sound waves, and every cell is full of vitality.

I can't wait to open the window to see the "concert" held by the bird. I saw the birds on the far left singing bass, twittering in a low voice, the birds on the far right singing alto, and the birds in the middle singing treble. Twitter, Twitter, Twitter, Twitter, Twitter, Twitter, Twitter.

59. I yearn for the sound of leaves colliding, just like the moonlight music played by the pianist, but it seems to be slowly swallowed up by the noise of the city. It is naive and unfair in the world, leaving us only accompaniment, which can only be heard sporadically on campus. I accidentally heard that an old man was looking after a large camphor tree forest and wanted to see it.

Sixty, circuitous, the flute is getting louder, just like a flute player blowing, slowly approaching. The flute sounded beautiful, high and low, low and low, circled several times and sank again. Although extremely low and thin, each syllable is still clearly audible.

Sixty-one, like the quiet sound of a piano, makes people fall into clouds and fog; Some people like the sonorous sound of the piano, which makes people full of power, just like the notes struck by fingers on a calm lake, rippling down and swinging, but shocking the listener's heart.

Sixty-two, hey, isn't the sea rough in the distance? I fly fast, you know, I've always wanted to see the sea. Huge waves hit the sea again and again, sometimes majestic and sometimes gentle. The waves on the water are spinning and rolling. I can't help jumping in the sky with the surging, rapid and majestic waves. The more the waves jump, the faster I jump, and the more it rains.

Sixty-three, listening at home, I heard the most familiar "tweet, tweet", which must be the sparrow singing spring, accompanied by the "rustling" sound of the leaves blowing in the wind, becoming more and more crisp.

Sixty-four, it's not that my voice is getting better and better, but that I put it down and became someone else's treasure. I won't nag you about trifles!

How lovely it is to touch the piano and be fascinated by its simplicity and nobility? I saw the teacher's slender fingers jumping briskly on the keys, like small fish swimming freely in a rainy day, shuttling between water and nature. At this time, wonderful notes surrounded me and bound my heart. The sweetness between me and the piano started the sound of guns.

Since I first came into contact with the guzheng, I have fallen in love with it deeply. Because guzheng music sounds gentle and sometimes passionate, people play in different styles in different moods, so from the music, we can understand the mood of the players at once.

Sixty-seven, the water of five discharges is so clear, so clear, so green, so green as a flawless jade. Whenever the water ripples, it will stir up a splash, which is Malik Pentium.

Sixty-eight, in the morning, I heard the cry of "chirp" as soon as I got up. The swallow with the red rope really came back. It built a nest under my roof. Since then, I can hear cheerful birds singing after school every day.

69. The piano was the first musical instrument I came into contact with. Mom said that when I first saw the piano, I was so happy that I climbed on the piano and stepped on the keys with my hands and feet. Every time I make a noise, I laugh like an old hen. Since then, I have been fascinated by the piano.