The sound of early summer is the sound of cicadas chirping in the trees, and the sound of the tide beating on the coast at night, which is intoxicating and arouses a stagnant mood in my heart, belonging to the throb of summer!
The sound of spring is the sound of newly picked willow and willow rubbing against each other. The stream flows slowly, and the cheerful notes wander in every corner of the world, as if the whole world is dancing.
Bring a scene of prosperity and joy. In autumn, autumn leaves fall, bringing a little peace and sadness. Autumn is sad, just like a girl crying before leaving in a burning summer. The sunshine sprinkled gold for Xia girl to practice, and greeted the arrival of Qiu girl with elegant dance and sadness. When Qiu girl came, she brought a bleak leaf. Autumn is a waltz played by leaves for girls in autumn. Silent winter, cold snow, the north wind whistling, winter lifted long skirts, danced, and brought up pieces of snowflakes like goose feathers. Winter is the sound of snow falling!
The interpretation of sound is different. Music and noise are mixed in. Concerts make people feel happy, but noise can make people worry! That voice, often in Xintian, after nine years of compulsory education, Lang Lang's reading sound ripples in my ears, and childhood memories are naturally included. The voice of actively answering questions in class and the voice of frolicking in physical education class echoed in my ears. Students dare to compete, struggle and take risks. Are these not all positive voices?
All kinds of voices will be mixed in my heart. Where can I not print the sounds of laughter, crying, sighing and gratitude in my heart?