Auditory sound
? Being in the spring mountain, the sound of pines bursts, oblivious to being in the mountain, just like listening to the sound of waves at the edge of a huge cliff, and the continuous sound is like the sound of waterfalls floating nine feet away from Li Taibai's pen. How long and deep it is, it comes naturally with the breath of pine trees. Wandering among the green grass and red flowers, I didn't realize there was such an illusory space. I am a little flower looking at the blue sky, reading the annotation in the sky-the appearance of clouds, stretching and dancing freely with the direction of the wind. This is the appearance of everything, the natural taste, and also my appearance.
At the end of midsummer, cicadas sing everywhere, high and low, long and short, urgent and slow, happy twice, meeting twice, leaving twice, just like the ancient swan song, how pleasant it is to spend one summer and one night. On the canopy covered with green branches, they drank dew over and over again, singing the sound of nature, and their hearts were broken. Even if they dream lonely dreams, they will spend the whole hot summer with their voices and colors. Perhaps this voice is in the memory of King Robin, and it has become a beautiful rest in Yu Shinan's pen, filling my heart. ...
Lonely people, his heart will become transparent and bright in the dark, and his heart will be filtered into water, light and clear. Even if there is no trouble, there is a kind of disappointment that can't be put down. Wine tasting has also become a hobby. The sound of water poured into the lamp is crisp and clinking, as if it had experienced countless sleepless nights in an instant. The sound that Tao tasted was simple, natural, peaceful and calm; Lu Yu, who loves tea like a life. At this moment, it's time to listen to tea and write a book. The fragrant tea floats away, the house is full of fragrance, rising and rising, jumping out of the light dance like a fairy and floating away from the dust. In their minds, the sound of tea is the voice of life, natural and smart.
Holding a small lamp, sighing at the moon. Everything is different, and human metabolism is as old as the moon. The sound is continuous, and the harmonious sound of tea is like the eternal moon, elegant, pure and pleasant.
? A hot and dry season will be accompanied by a mood, and the autumn sound is still sad. This is the national consciousness since ancient times. Everything in autumn becomes pale and the wood falls off in autumn. Mr Ouyang's statement is true. Now, when I look back on the yellow pages flying season in my life, there is a burning moan of pain. Autumn insects are the farewell of a season. At dusk, they sang a sad farewell song from their hearts. Ha, ha, ha, ha. It's like the last farewell of life. Take care of each other. He sings in my heart. Did you hear that?
? The charm of winter is often associated with its tranquility. Rime and powder are made of jade, all thanks to its sound. When it moves to the extreme, it becomes silence. The beauty of sound, like a sudden mood, is often fixed at a wonderful moment. Through the instantaneous realization, the eternity of sound is achieved.