Some people say, "flowers are the most beautiful because they are bright." Some people say, "Rain and dew are the most beautiful because they are moist". Some people say, "The sun is the most beautiful because it is warm." And I said, "Listening is the most beautiful, because it dyes the mind, nourishes the body and warms the world." We should learn to listen.

Listening is nature.

In my spare time, I walk alone in the mountains, listening to the sounds of nature, the profundity and vastness of Shan Ye, the rushing of rivers, the cries of a grass swaying in the wind and rain, the calmness of a red leaf moving towards late autumn, the wanton rendering of flowers, the raindrops like broken pearls on the eaves, and the birds singing one after another on the winding path.

Listening makes people find their own hot land, the most beautiful truth in their hearts and the unique peace.

Listen in the crowd.

On the platform, in the crowd, deep in the alley, on the balcony of a high-rise building, on a Mercedes-Benz train and in a warm home, we can listen to the voice that reminds us of our lives, the old man who repaired shoes in the street, expounding his incisive views on life, listening to a seriously ill patient, expressing his life frankly, listening to the tragic course of the man who has suffered many times and stood up many times, and listening to the successful man Zheng.

After listening to those vivid stories and real footsteps, we will understand that this day is really wonderful, this life is really beautiful, and this life should be interpreted as picturesque.

Listening to a teacher's lecture is like reading a good book, which benefits a lot. Listening to friends, sharing happiness and pain with friends, and listening to others' complaints make others feel comfortable and satisfied.

Because the host listened to the little boy, everyone could hear the noble soul in a young body. Listening is the flower of the soul, which can reflect the pure and enthusiastic light. Listening is a breeze, blowing away the haze hanging over my heart.

The song of our life is melodious because of listening, the river of our life never dries up because of listening, and the light of our life never goes out because of listening.

We should learn to listen.