A selection of good sentences to describe the sound, what are the sentences that describe the sound

The sound is mesmerizing.

The man's voice gives a sense of security and feels grounded.

The voice is magnetic and appears very stable.

These should be very happy for men to hear.

1. The aftermath lingers for three days. ——From] "Liezi Tang Wen": "In the past, Han Edong's Qi, food scarcity, passing through Yongmen, singing and fake food, both gone, and the aftermath lingered around Liang Liang, three days endlessly. ”

2. One hears the voice of God and the other hears the voice of the devil. - from] Hugo's "Les Miserables".

3. This song should only be in the sky, and it is rare to hear it in the world. ——From] Du Fu's "Gift of Flowers".

4. I can't hear the sound of rainbows; I can't hear the sun setting, I can't hear the flowers blooming and the snow falling; I can't hear the sound of the wind and grass; I can't hear the wolves, the hunters' guns, the angels' cries, I only hear the loneliness, running back and forth in the grass. - From] Jimmy's "Listen to Jimmy Sing".

5. The sound you hear is beautiful, and the sound you can't hear is even more beautiful. — from] Keats, Ode to the Greek Urn

6, quietly is the parting sheng flute, the summer worm is also silent for me, silence is tonight's Kangqiao. ——From] Xu Zhimo's "Farewell to Kangqiao".

7. The big strings are noisy like torrential rain, and the small strings are cut like whispers. Noisy and staggered, big beads and small beads fall on the jade plate.

[From] Bai Juyi's "Pipa Xing".

8. The apes on both sides of the strait can't stop crying, and the light boat has passed over the ten thousand mountains. ——From] Li Bai's "Early White Emperor City".

9. Boundless falling trees are falling, and the Yangtze River is rolling in. - from] Du Fu's "Ascending".

10, the breeze under Wansong Pavilion is full, and Qin Sheng's song is heard at this time. ——From] Liu Yuxi's "Hurting Qin Meixing".

11. On the seventh day of the first month of June, the cicadas began to sing. In the deep leaves of heather, there are two or three sounds in the twilight. ——From] Bai Juyi's "Early Cicada".

12, the sound of chickens in the spring dawn in the forest, a startled shrimp and toad palace. The second voice calls to break the dream by the pillow, and the third voice is red by the pedestrians.

[From] Chen Tao "Chicken Song".

13. Shu tung wood is solid, and Chu Si has a clear rhyme. Slow down and slow, a dozen sounds in the middle of the night. ——From] Bai Juyi's "Night Qin".

14, tweet deep wood, and pout into the lonely city. ——From] Huangfu Ran's "Endowed with Yinglu Tragic Ape".

15. The sassy light rain is harvested, and the oak leaves are turned. - From] Meng Jiao's "Listening to the Qin".

As follows:

1. The sun slowly rises in the east.

2. Leaves fall from the trees.

3. There were bursts of echoes from Liang Nianyun in the valley.

4. A crooked river flows outside the village.

5. The beautiful mountains and forests flew by outside the car window.

6. I saw the leaves falling from the trees outside the window.

7. The spring rain is like ten thousand silver threads falling from the sky.

8. The train starts, and the slow oak beam slowly passes through the platform.

9. My mother is busy renting from morning to night, and she is too tired.

10. Suddenly, a flower pot fell from the balcony.

Hearing the barking of dogs in the deep alleys, a woman was shocked to find that she was not stretching, and her husband was whispering.

Then wake up and cry loudly.

The husband is also awake. The woman caresses the child's milk, the child cries with the milk, and the woman pats and whines.

Another big boy woke up, and the chatter didn't stop.

When it is, the sound of the woman's hand clapping, the whining in the mouth, the cry of the child's milk, the sound of the eldest child's first awakening, and the sound of the husband's eldest child, all the wonders are ready.

The guests all stretched their necks, looked sideways, smiled, and sighed silently, thinking that it was wonderful.

Before long, the husband's voice started, and the woman's beating gradually stopped.

I heard that there were rats making ropes, the basins were tilted, and the woman was coughing in her dreams.

The guests were less comfortable and sat down slightly.

Suddenly, one of them shouted, "The fire is rising", the husband shouted, and the woman also shouted.

The two of them cried together. Hundreds of thousands of people shouted, hundreds of children cried, and hundreds of dogs barked.

The sound of the middle force pulling and collapsing, the sound of fire, the sound of whirring wind, hundreds of thousands of people work together; There are hundreds of thousands of cries for help, the sound of dragging the house, the sound of snatching, and the sound of splashing water.

Everything that should be, everything that is there.

Though a man has a hundred hands, and his hands have a hundred fingers, he cannot point to one end of it; A man has a hundred mouths and a hundred tongues, and he cannot name one place.

So the guests left the table without changing color, and they stretched out their arms, and the two trembled, almost wanting to go first.

Suddenly, the ruler was stroked, and the group resounded.

1. There is a voice that makes middle-aged painters miss more and more. This kind of sound is very wonderful, there are colors, shapes, temperatures, tributes and burials, and there are emotional stories in it. But now I can't hear it anymore.

2. The aftermath lingers, three days are endless, and I don't know the taste of meat in March. This song should only exist in the sky, and it is rare to hear it in the world.

3. The big strings are noisy like torrential rain, and the small strings are cut like whispers. Noisy and staggered, big beads and small beads fall on the jade plate.

4. It is as beautiful as the song of a lark.