Today, I understand how to listen.

Listening is an indispensable perception in our lives. All the sounds are "listening". But can we really listen to the sound?

Today, my fragile eardrum finally failed to withstand the effects of noise and “successfully” went on strike. In the early morning, I thought that everything was beautiful. The loud noise of the broken vase broke the silence of the morning. I knew that I had to spend it in the noise. Sure enough, soon after the downstairs, there was a deafening quarrel. The volume of the sound is always at 80 decibels, and it is continuous and tireless. It can be seen that the neighbors in the downstairs used to be loudspeakers; "Wow--" the little couple upstairs cried again, and the crying sound like a crow sang.

I went out with a bad mood. On the road, there are endless horns coming and going, not blocking a car, as for? My eardrum turned into a cowhide drumhead, and the horn sounded like a born hand, and I fought hard again and again, only to hear the rumble and rumble.

At this time, I wish I could mute and all the voices in the world disappeared. So, mute - no cursing, horns, firecrackers, even the ticking of the pointer disappeared. The calmness around the dead, the air condenses, and you can only hear your heartbeat.

I was supposed to be happy with the silence, but I found: crisp cicadas, beautiful songs, euphemistic greetings, cordial jealousy... also disappeared with the embarrassment. The wonderful voice is not without, but we rarely pay attention to listening in life.

There is a beautiful side and a ugly side in the world. We often pay attention to the ugly side and ignore the beautiful side. The sound is the same, as long as we calm down, we can hear many wonderful sounds. We must know that beauty is not without, but we have not learned to listen.

Today, I know how to listen.

The second day: cold appointment