"Beautiful Sounds"
Features: Liu Yunyun Author: Li Xiankun Acting: Summer
The sound of the wind overnight. Going out early in the morning, first smelling the birdsong, and then realizing Meng Haoran's "Spring Sleep", should have nothing to do with the wind and rain, after all, the birdsong ushered in a new day. With the spring of life, there will be such a beautiful sound.
In front of and behind the building, the sound of birdsong rises and falls crisply. It seems that a little green makes the birds' emotions so high. The sound is single-time, low and high, near and far, short and long, gentle and pleasant. Needless to say, this is the most beautiful sound of spring. I was amazed at the clear tinkling spring water, which in an instant turned into a soft spring breeze. If the bird song awakens the emerald green of the earth, it is the sound of the earth; if the bird song purifies the dusty hearts of people, it is the fairy music of nature. How can it be failed?
This innocent and spontaneous cry, although it moves the spring, is not intended to please people. One can be happy or think about. Listening to the birdsong in spring, I only hope that the soul will reach the state of beauty, and thus enter the calm of indifference.
Hundreds of birds chirp, but these sounds are not messy. Not only in spring, the song of birds is wonderful, it is the harmonious sound of nature, summer, autumn and winter, it can still be and the melody it deserves.
The stout willow tree nearby, with a black body and yellow beaked blackbird, sometimes jumped on the tall branches, sometimes landed on the ground that was still fragrant with the grass of the next year, the sound was round like a lark, and a river of spring water flowed in the throat.
Farther away, the big forest belt, the tall trees, came the familiar chirp of "Cuckoo Cuckoo". Although accompanied by the sound of the car, more noise, still so that people can clearly distinguish, this is the cuckoo calling, from the early spring to the summer solstice. People in my hometown love this lively and colorful rush bird.
The Ming Dynasty Chen Xi has a poem: "Where the fragrant birds come from, they stand together and speak together, evoking the Xiao cultivators, and the western domain is full of spring rain." "I thought it was a cuckoo, but it was actually a dove, and I liked its distant sound." The birdsong is full of spring, and the eyes are full of emerald green.
Source: Tianjin Literature and Art Broadcasting
Reviewer: Pan Qiwen
Editors: Liu Shen Xu Liuyan