Which voice really touches your heart?

The baby's crying, the only time the boyfriend cried, the mother's teaching

Personally, I think it's the sea.

Next to the blue sea, the call of the sea tuggs at the heartstrings. There is no sound in the world like the sound of the sea. You can also taste life from it. From the calm and waveless sea to the magnificent waves, the action finally stands still. It's not just like life.

Perhaps, only in front of the sea can we understand the real self and see the depths of our hearts clearly. Because the sea washes away all the dust of the world, and what is left behind is often the most authentic answer.

The heart of the sea is so broad, and those voices are calling all the people of Can Bi, awakening those who feel lost, awakening those who are intoxicated by the world. Let all people be like the sea.

Bird calls. Cicadas chirp.

The silent sound of plants.

There are thousands of sounds in the world, such as the horns of cars, the chirping of animals, the sound of flowing water in streams, and the laughter of people. But the only sound that really touched my heart was the sound of time ticking and ticking, the sound of life passing by minute by minute.

Time is like flowing water, which can only flow away and cannot be returned. Time will only slip away with the current, not every minute and every second. The sun that rises today will never be the sun that rose yesterday, and the sun of yesterday will never rise again!

I remember when I was in elementary school, I never knew how to cherish time, and every weekend or holiday, I always played and watched TV first, and I felt that there was still more time, but as a result, there was a lot of homework on the last night. At that time, I always fantasized about going back in time, and I really regretted it in my heart, but I didn't solve the problem from the actual situation, so the lessons of this time were not absorbed, and it was not enough to make the same mistake twice, and I made it again and again. Until one winter vacation, on the last day, I hadn't finished any homework, and this time I suffered a big loss and got rid of this problem.

However, a new problem arose, I always played for a day, wrote homework for another day, and had a little regularity, but because I had no concept of time, I lost a lot of time and spent a lot of energy, and I still didn't achieve anything.

After that, I understood: time is life, time is as precious as life, and people cannot have a second life, so I cherish time even more and race against time.

Tick-tock, there is a little alarm clock in my heart, it walks happily, tick-tock, every sound echoes in my ears, every sound in my heart all the time to remind me of the painful lesson, seize the time, study hard!

I still remember that the first time I read in the morning was in the early autumn of "Frost Leaves Red in February Flowers", when I was still a childish junior high school student. Because I can't figure out the full "Zhihu also", every time I read it in the morning, I just stand up the book, and my mouth follows the sound of the morning reading; With the enrichment of knowledge, I gradually read these boring ancient texts, and often experienced the author's joys, sorrows, joys and sorrows between the words. I began to recite these verses aloud:

There is a confidant in the sea, and the end of the world is like a neighbor. "Under the east fence of picking chrysanthemums, you can see Nanshan leisurely. ”…The sound of Langlang books immersed my thoughts in the world of ancient charm and fragrance, like a force touching the deepest part of the soul, leaving an indelible trace - the sound of the book faded away, but the aftertaste is still endless.

This seems to have formed a special complex, and every time I hear the sound of morning reading, my heart is as refreshing as drinking a pot of sweet spring, as if I have unloaded a mountain. After three years of writing, I have grown from ignorance to maturity, from ignorance to intellectuality; Three years are gone, and I will be one of those pilgrims, working hard to make their dreams come true. I know that the road is difficult and bumpy, but I will not stop chasing my dreams.

Because in the depths of my soul there is a voice that tells me that it will watch me spread its wings and fly high under the endless blue sky.

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