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A voice that touches the heart.

Outside the window, the raindrops trickled down the eaves and strung together into a crystal clear pearl. I silently stared out the window, listening to the most harmonious sounds of nature. The sound of rain touched the deepest part of my soul.

The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy. "Many people in the hustle and bustle of the city are accustomed to sunny sunny days, and are not accustomed to the sound of rain that makes the heart irritated, but in fact, the sound of rain is the purest detergent for the soul. Surrounded by noise all day long, our hearts are occupied by trivial dust, why not try to relax and devote ourselves to listening to the sound of rain, to feel the leap of nature, to experience a dreamlike realm.

The sound of the rain is beautiful and pleasant, she tells you a wisp of tenderness, she soothes your wounded heart, and opens your unopened heart. She dances beautifully and sprinkles. Sometimes, standing by the window, a gust of wind blows, carrying a wisp of fragrance, which is the smell of rain, not mixed with any impurities, slowly, into your pores, internal organs, like eating ginseng fruit everywhere disobedient, she touches your heart.

The sound of the rain, the messenger of spirituality, she is the messenger who can truly make people become one with man. You can confide in her without fear, she will help you with the best medicine, she will embrace you and sink into your body. At this time, you will feel an indescribable wonderland all over your body, in the blindness, it seems that there are many stars illuminating your heart, flowers and trees are thriving, and elves are winking at you and waving ......Everything is so natural, so harmonious.

Gradually, when I opened my eyes, I was in a fairyland, and the floating clouds in my heart were blown away, and I felt relaxed and natural all over my body, and I only felt relaxed and happy, and suddenly opened.

The sound of rain is the sound of memory. In the long river of memory, rolling towards you. On a rainy day, when graduating, the tears of reluctance between classmates blended into the rain river along the rain, and the happy times of the past appeared in my mind like a movie, and the tears couldn't help but creep in again.

The sound of rain is mixed with tears, salty, and faintly gathered into a commemorative book of youth.

The sound of rain, since ancient times, how many people have been haunted by their dreams, how many people's hearts have been touched by it, Wen Tianxiang's "life experience of floating dust and rain beating ping" is bitter, Wang Wei's "empty mountains after the new rain, the weather is late in autumn" is a happy ......

The sound of the rain, the voice that touches the heart, shakes the most simple and innocent Changling in nature, and winds ...... to the deepest part of your heart step by step

A voice that touches the heart.

My body swayed back and forth as the car jolted. The car passed through the valley, surrounded by mountains on all sides of the narrow road. Deep in the mountains, it seems very quiet.

After a while, I heard the sound of water in my ears, and I followed the sound of the water to look out the window, and a small stream flowed through the bottom of the valley, and the crisp sound of the rumbling came into my ear drums, and I seemed to hear the most primitive and beautiful songs. The car sped forward, and I was in a daze for a long time in the face of the creek that was getting smaller and the sound of the water was getting weaker and weaker.

Mom nudged me, "Hey, what are you thinking?" "Ah......Then I came to my senses and answered my mother's words, "I'm looking at the stream."

When I looked out the window, the stream was obscured by green mountains. I sighed, there must be no pollution here, what a beautiful, pure stream, I wish I could see it when I come back.

I want to see it, I want to see it again. Because of its pure singing, it has touched my heart. Haven't I heard such a beautiful voice in a long time?

I think so. There is no such creek in the city where I live, and even if there is a similar one, it is the artificially contrived landscape waterfall in the new neighborhood - I hate that kind of thing: it is exquisite, but it has lost its primitive innocence, and the hustle and bustle of the bustling neighborhood still echoes in my ears all day long.

We have come to the era of material supremacy, do we need such a voice to bring you comfort and shock even more?

Maybe you're touched by the sad melody of pop **; Maybe you are touched by the voices of people shushing and asking for warmth; Or maybe you're moved by the sound of a local economy. But if you hear the sound of this pristine, crisp stream, and smell the scent of a fresh stream, you will definitely be moved by the stream that brings you joy. I knew very well that the sound of the stream, only a small stream, touched my soul and made me nostalgic for the clean and beautiful scenery of the deep mountains.

The real sounds of nature, the sound of the wind, the rain, the mud of swallows, the jointing of wheat; The voice of people, the voice of society, the voice of the teacher's teachings, the voice of parents, the sound of friends playing, the sound of "noisy and miscellaneous conversations, big beads and small beads falling on the jade plate", the sound of the hole flute of "such as grievances, such as crying, lingering", etc., among these voices, which are the most touching voices that trigger your infinite reverie, what are the characteristics of these voices, and how do you move your true feelings and feel deeply?

There is an invisible voice, a call for love and compassion, for the protection of nature and the cherishing of life.

Call, the yearning for sincere feelings, etc., these voices from the depths of the heart, we must listen attentively.

I haven't been home for a long time, I miss the people in my hometown, the trees in my hometown, and the sound of the small river in my hometown.

The car was speeding fast, and my light heart floated out of the window like a wisp of smoke, and flew towards the small river surrounded by greenery. Seeing that I was dumbfounded, my mother gently pushed me before carrying me back from the little river, and I said, "When I see this river, I think of the little river in my hometown."

Xiaohe, I'm back.

The first thing that catches your eye is the rows of tall metasequoias, as if they are guarding the river, protecting it from the noise of the world. A little closer, you can hear the sound of gurgling water, clear and beautiful, like a ** master playing a beautiful song, all things in heaven and earth are infected by this sound, quietly listen to the sound of nature; Like a newborn baby babbling, this voice is the most primitive and pure, and it can touch people's hearts the most. When you get closer, you can see that the river water is crystal clear, the aquatic plants are abundant, and the fish are playing.

Pick up a piece of gravel, throw it hard, and jump merrily on the water, once, twice......I simply took off my coat and jumped into the water, not having time to notice whether the temperature of the water was appropriate, I only felt that my body was suddenly refreshed, and I swam back and forth in the water for three or four times to wash away the dust on my body, wash away the fatigue around my body, and wash away all the unpleasantness in school. Walk out of the river, lie on the grass on the bank, let the wind mixed with the smell of algae blow on your chest, blowing away the water all over your body. With the earth as the seat, the white clouds as the quilt, accompanied by the morning glow, stepping on the sunset, how can the noisy world on weekdays be compared with such a quiet life?

Today's people are accustomed to hearing the shouts on the streets, the sounds of various advertisements on TV, and the sounds of various popular **, and a few people are willing to trek through mountains and rivers to listen to the sound of low and hoarse flowing water in this barren mountain and wilderness, and taste such primitive and natural sounds. Under the impact of modern civilization, people have to make all kinds of efforts for their own survival, and even spend their entire youth to seek knowledge and earn money. May the beating hearts have a haven of their own, and I love the sound of the river in my hometown, guiding me to the retreat of my soul.

A voice that touches my heart.

In summer, the sun bakes the earth unbridledly, and everything is hot. When night fell and the silver hook first came up, it was a different story. The sky is the cleanest on a summer night, like a clear wind on a summer night that blows away all dust.

Despite the rampant mosquitoes, I like to pull up a small stool and lean under the persimmon tree to bask in the moonlight.

After a while, the barking of the dog stopped, and I became sleepy, and I put away my good voice, and everything was asleep, and I heard my heartbeat soothed a lot. "Squeak—"What?" Like a pebble hitting the water and disrupting my calm heartbeat, I looked around and didn't see anything wrong, the sound of "squeak-squeak--" not only did not mean to stop, but seemed to be arrogant.

Yes - "Brother Cricket"! The little thing that we caught and played with during the day, at this moment, in the bright moonlight, in the unknown grass, is holding a concert of its own. "Squeak-squeak-" is it a mourning for a deceased companion, or a vision for a future life; "Squeak-squeak-" is to find a beautiful leaf, or to meet a long-lost natural enemy; "Squeak-squeak-" is the lottery ticket I bought yesterday and laughed, or the price of vegetables increased the day before yesterday; "Squeak-squeak-" Stop!

I'm not Brother Cricket, I sing such a beautiful song, Brother Cricket is not a person, there will be so many joys, sorrows, and sorrows, he is just a singer, a wandering creature who sings on a summer night.

Does this little creature know it? Perhaps, tomorrow it will die, and tomorrow night there will be no more of its singing, and it will "squeak-squeak-" disdain my curiosity. Brother Cricket, in fact, you don't have to sing so seriously, except for me, so who cares about your songs?

It squeaked, squeaked, and I was despised for my thoughts. It's just singing, you don't have to think about tomorrow's life and death, you don't have to care about other people's opinions, your own life is in your own hands. Life is like this, come to this world quietly, and then leave quietly, the old man of time has not given us too much, in this short time, we must sing our own songs, even if tomorrow is the end of the world, no one is appreciating, but also sing to the world.

The world is yours for as long as you want.

"I couldn't bear to spoil its performance, so I quietly removed the stool and went back to the house. Looking back again, hehe, this piece of heaven is mine.

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