An essay on the topic of You Listen, It s Beautiful .

How beautiful you listen. Listen, the voice of that hometown is so beautiful.

The wind passes without a trace, leaving a brief sound, "whoosh", as if someone is running past you, crisp, short, unrestrained, typical hometown wind. Hometown is located in the trade wind belt, the wind that can blow seems to come from all directions, may be because there is no mountain, close your eyes and listen to the wind, you dare not stay there, the wind flashes like an arrow, but the wind has no lethality, blowing the face, and there is a feeling of not wanting to leave, the wind is a gust, there is no long-term continuation, the wind is like "big beads and small beads falling on the jade plate", crisp and round, the wind blows the tips of the hair, the sound makes people feel refreshed.

It's raining. The rain in my hometown is always accompanied by sound, and I have never seen the rain in my hometown that is "moisturizing things silently", and the rain in my hometown is just for people to hear and see. Most of the houses in my hometown are bungalows, the rain hits the ground, hits the puddles, hits the eaves, every sound is different, several sounds are mixed together, gentle and heroic, heroic and light, forming a symphony, every time the rain is not enough, I can't finish listening, but I don't want to live in the south of the "Huangmei season", because I can never hear this symphony in the south.

Sitting in the house and doing homework, suddenly it rains, this feeling is richer than listening to the desolation of the cold rain and the eagerness of the summer rain, which is the rain of my hometown.

There is also ** hidden in the leaves, and it is impossible to hear the sound of this leaf all year round when it lives in the natural zone of temperate deciduous broad-leaved forests. The rustle of the leaves is like a hoarse cry of a human voice, and the louder the voice, the more hoarse it feels. "The sound of trees gives people that feeling.

The sound of hometown is the sound of the wind, the rain, and the leaves. Several sounds blended together perfectly, on the wide plain, close your eyes and listen, and the whole body seems to be placed in the Viennese New Year's party, no, it is a more beautiful sound than the **meeting**, where there is a symphony of fate, a moonlight sonata, ......The ubiquitous sound of hometown brings people a pleasant feeling, so that people can wander with this sound. The gorgeous music is always played by dazzling musical instruments, and the scenery of my hometown is a variety of exquisite musical instruments.

Listen, the voice of that hometown is so beautiful.

Listen, how beautiful! On the keyboard, you listen to the elegant percussion, how beautiful! Children singing high Lego.

I don't want to lie to myself, beauty, only from the heart, I suggest you write about snow, if you are kind-hearted, you will be able to hear the sound of snow, quietly, without too much sentimentality, without too much trouble.

There is only snow that cannot be blasphemed, and that little bit of holiness.

The snow that melted in the palm of your hand turned into a drop of water to welcome spring!

Like us, huh....Are you from an experimental school?

You can assume that you have lost your hearing ability for some reason and have the desire to commit suicide, but when you are about to leave the world, you see people who are worse than you, but they are persistently alive. You can also be influenced by various professions.

It is impossible to write for you, but the ideas are provided to you.

A wisp drifted away, half a tree streamer, and a flower bloomed ......

Listen, how beautiful - flowers, like the eyelashes that are about to wake up, slowly stretch like a baby. The sound of smoke and rain touching the window jumps in your ears, and when it dances once, a petal blooms. A flute of clear rhyme, falling everywhere, a flower falling ......Listen, how beautiful—flowers, like a boat swaying lightly in the lake, peeling off like willow leaves in the wind.

Like the fragrant rhythm of the phoenix dancing in the morning light, the elf shuttles through the treetops like an elf, and a rotation is a flower.

Have you ever heard the immaturity of a flower?

Have you ever heard the blossoms?

Isn't life a flower blooming? The cry at birth is a flower blooming, and the sigh before death is a flower thanks. Listen, every flower is singing in the wind, how beautiful ......

Listen, it is a word she left behind in the Song Dynasty: "Chang Ji Xiting is drunk at dusk and does not know the way back, and he returns to the boat at night......Listen, that's her touching Chaohua's deceased face in the mirror: "I'm tired of combing my hair day and night......."People are ...... thinner than yellow flowers"Listen, that's how she felt when she poured out her feelings to the wild geese passing by:

The geese are also sad, but they are old acquaintances ......Listen, it was her messy steps of stepping on the broken leaves of the sycamore: "The sycamore is more drizzle, and at dusk, little by little, ......."Listen, it was her sigh as she collapsed in her chair and drowned in the loneliness, and a tear on her face that had slackened off had lost its trace, leaving a long dripping sound.

Hold the hand of the son, and grow old with the son. ' is the most desolate sentence. She said.

Because holding hands is inevitably followed by a permanent breakup. ”

Yi'an, although she withered like petals, she was proud, chanting a different kind of indifference and elegantness, how could she not sigh in her heart: "How beautiful......."”

Who rolls up his sleeves and flows to the moon, and sings into a rhythm in August?

Who is arrogant, drinking the Taojiang all the way, like a roaring sky?

Who laughs softer than the wind, lighter than the clouds, higher than the sky, and colder than the moon?

You listen! In the drunken gold fan of the Song Dynasty, he crisscrossed the literary world with the temperament of the ancient orchid, and sang a season of prosperity with excellent talent.

Across the threshold of a thousand years, you listen - the moon-like words cover each other, dance with the breeze, and collide with some textured sounds. Listen unconsciously, only after listening to it will you understand: the closed door in your heart has been pushed open, the soft string in the depths of your mind has been plucked, indulged in the song of beauty, and your eyes are hazy by Rulan's temperament.

A thousand years ago, Su Shi carried the dazzling splendor of a dynasty and withered like a flower.

Thousands of years later, you listen to his flower death in the gap of time, continuing the beauty of the song.

Once the sea of fragrant snow is scattered, the flower moon sings the breeze tonight.

How beautiful you listen.

How beautiful you listen.

How beautiful you listen. The little droplet said.

It falls from the sky, enduring the cold, ready to nourish the earth.

The sound of the rain filled the night, and the raindrops hit the tiles outside the window, as if a violinist was playing his piano, making a "ding-dong" sound. When the day dawned, the rain stopped, wandering among the alleys of the block, I saw water droplets slipping from the eaves on both sides, forming two rain curtains. The little droplets fell into the small pond and made a brisk sound, and it said happily

How beautiful you listen. ”

The water from the pond is fed into the creek, which flows through the plains and into the rainforest. In the rainforest, the shadows of the trees cast on the ground, which are the concern of the trees for the earth. A few pillars of light shine through the thick foliage, gathering on a few small flowers.

From time to time, the crisp and cheerful chirping of forest birds can be heard in the forest. The stream flowed through it, and the drops of water looked at the beautiful scenery in the forest, and listened to the sound of the stream hitting the stones, and could not help but say: "Listen, how beautiful!"

Soon after, the small droplets heard a loud "whoosh" sound, oh, it turned out to be a magnificent waterfall. The little droplet is still very young, it has not experienced what it is like to fly down from a mountain, and it seems to be a little afraid. But when it actually reached the cliff, it didn't have time to think about it, and an inexplicable impulse made it fly.

In the air, it frolicked with its mates, and it felt a little free, and its previous fears had vanished. When it reached the bottom, it made a roar like a brass pipe with its other companions. Every drop that has experienced the waterfall will be extremely proud, it says excitedly:

How beautiful you listen. ”

Later, it followed its companions back and forth to the cave. It seeped into the soil in the cave, and then slowly seeped out again, flowing down a smooth stalactite, "Di Di ......It looked down and saw that the water was dripping on a boulder, and to its surprise, the surface of the stone had been so smooth that there was a large depression in the droplet. Apparently it was the masterpiece of the water droplet.

It was its turn, and the elders behind it encouraged it, "Believe in your own strength." Then, with the heart of a pilgrimage, it fell, and the water droplets contributed their part, rippling on the small pool.

It heard its own crisp voice echoing through the hole, and smiled and said, "Listen, how beautiful! ”

The mission of the little droplet is over, but it may also be another beginning, because there are still many voices worth listening to, worth it to say, "Listen, how beautiful!" ”