Composition about sound: natural sound

Natural sound

The natural sound is a beautiful scroll of painting. Or fresh as a orchid, or as rich as oil painting, or as bright as the sun.

--Inscription

Sound one: the sound of the stream, the violin is bright

Strolling through the tranquil valley, all the green leaves are covered, and the breeze is stopped, and all the greens in front of you are shaking. In this very rhythmic green cape, I walked aimlessly. There is no mood in the flowering willow, only quietly opening a path in a dazzling green.

Suddenly, the sound of the flowing water quietly came, mixing the vitality of the green, which was deep and shallow in front of the eyes, to form a wonderful movement. I follow the sound of the stream to the clear stream.

The stream is like a mirror, crystal clear and free of impurities. Like a piece of natural jade, the stream flows quietly, flowing, as if flowing into my heart, washed away all the sorrows and sorrows in my heart.

Reflected in the tiny stream of water, it is my brow's face. Because I didn't get a good exam and I was in a bad mood, I felt depressed and depressed during the three-day holiday in Mid-Autumn Festival. I had no choice but to go to the forest to play, and I thought that Liu Zongyuan would like to express my feelings in the mountains and waters. However, as a big stone is heavy in the heart, it is breathless.

I was so depressed that I was kneeling by the stream, stretching my hands and picking up a clear and sweet stream. When I touched my hand, I felt only a warm one. I glimpsed a little, curiously holding my hands high, pouring water into the stream at a high place. Splashing a string of jade-like water lines, accompanied by a crisp and unpredictable "drip and answer" sound. The violin-like sound is beautiful, making people feel melodious. The troubles are swept away.

I bent my lips and suddenly felt a lot more comfortable.

Sound 2: Wind and sand, bass and bass

The wind was blowing quietly in the woods, and I walked down the creek bored. The weather in the early autumn was a bit cool, and the breeze gently swayed the treetops, bringing a sizzling sound. The rustle is wonderfully nice. It seems to be a fascinating drunk.

The breeze blew gently, swaying the green leaves on the trees, and the sound of rustling caused by the collision with each other was somewhat hoarse and somewhat thick. Like the sound of a bass bass in an orchestra, it is heavy but not too good. Many strange sound lines are intertwined and merged into the rustling sound that I have heard so far that seems to be full of scent.

The woods are surprisingly quiet, so this tireless tone becomes the only bright spot. As if it was time-consuming, I have been leaning against the trunk to listen to the most natural sounds that have been drowned in the glitz of the city. The exam a few days ago seems to have been thrown away by me - at least, at the moment, I am quiet and relaxed; at least, I am not worried about the unfinished holiday homework now, and I am troubled.

Sound three: the bird is humming, the flute is beautiful

When I walked out of the woods, it was already noon. I took a long sigh of relief and prepared to go home and take care of myself. I didn’t eat anything in the morning.

At this moment, the environment is different from the quietness of the forest, and you can hear the sound of the car whistling in the far road, the hawker screaming, and the noise of the city.

Hey. Hey.

Daddy, the extremely slight bird sounds are not strongly but clearly introduced into my ears, but the soft sound is very crisp, as if the rising sun is full of vitality. I stumbled and found that the source of the sound was the bird's nest on the tree shrew. The newly-born chicks are squatting out and looking at the world outside. And the faint bird songs are particularly clear in this secluded place. For a moment, the beautiful sound is as harmonious as a flute. That contains the joy of life, longing, hope, ambiguity...the most unpretentious voice.

I was eager to go home, as if I suddenly understood something - what is the relationship with poor test scores? There is another time. What is the relationship between too many homework? I still have a lot of time. Most importantly, I can still work hard and fight for my future, which is more important than anything else.

I smiled slightly and looked up - the sunshine was flowing, the soft light was not glaring, but the warm breath was warm in my heart.

As I walked to my home, it seemed that the ears were still hovering with the bright, thick, and beautiful sounds, gradually, and they merged into the sound of nature.

The sound of nature is not complicated, as long as you use your heart to appreciate it, you can feel its most beautiful side.

--postscript

The third day of Weiguo Middle School, Haidian District, Beijing: Cherry Blossoms