Listen to the sounds of nature

Far from the noise of the city, I returned to nature and listened to her beautiful voice.

Listen, the sound of the wind. The naughty wind sits on the tall green branches and sings a beautiful little song with the exquisite green leaves. "Sala, Sala" with the bird worms, gradually clear and loud.

Listen, the sound of running water. The clear springs sang songs, and the day and night of the banquet, "哗-哗-" seems to be the response of water and wind, the gentle debate between water and stone; or the water from the ground Self-proclaimed songs and silence. It seems to tell a lot of stories, and it is also reminiscent of the voices of many stories. Sometimes, people can't help but squat down, like a paper boat in the ditch, and life returns to the original mood of the child gently. .

Listen, the sound of the leaves falling. A soft "beep" sound, like a butterfly, slowly flies down, with a flap-like body, quietly covering the earth. A very weak voice shook the earth—the dust on the ground was gently raised. "Red is not a ruthless thing, turned into a spring mud to protect the flowers." The sound of the leaves, with a lot of deep affection. Helpless withering, it turned out to be the root! For an eternal love!

Hey, hey, this is the sound of the grass sprouting and the soil rupturing; oh, oh, this is the crisp sound of the raindrops on the leaves falling in the small otters on the roadside after the rain; oh, oh, this is the bird. The sound of the branches.

People surrounded by cement buildings, please stop your hasty steps! Listen to the birds on the side of the road, listen to the singing of the trees, send your troubles to the graceful staff, and let nature write a song without words for you.

Sixth grade: Love is leaving