Listening to the rain, you can wash your ears; Listening to the rain can purify your mind.

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I like listening to the rain, because the rain is a natural sound that is incompatible with the complicated society; It was a long and hearty voice; It's a free and easy voice. The sound of rain is a pure song, which always affects the innocence in the deep heart.

Listen to the soft sound of rain, the rain is full of pulse. "Sneak into the night with the wind and moisten things silently." Listening to the spring rain, I seem to hear the sound of grass sprouting in the rustling. This kind of rain sounds like a faint jasmine fragrance at night, which is endless. Listen, the light rain reminds me of Li Qingzhao. Her words, like people, leave you a faint scene and a faint worry, hitting the leaves of the buttonwood tree and touching people forever. Think of Liu Yong's "Changting Night Rain Rest", which brings the sadness of parting with friends to the fullest in the desolate environment, and makes people integrate into the sad scene, which is parting. At this time, it was silent, leaned against the window and listened to the rain all night. The sound of rain can sweep away the dust.

"The rain outside the curtain is gurgling, and the spring is fading." This is a neat and hearty way to listen to the moderate rain. The sound of rain in the rain is crisp, even and delicate, like flowing clouds. Just like Mr. Shen Congwen wrote a fresh and hearty movement for us, I heard the flowing water in Xiangxi flowing gently, the simple singing of the boatman, and the beautiful life of Cui Cui and grandpa. I think of Wang Wei again. His poem is "Crystal Stone in a Stream". Painting in poetry and poetry in painting have become a natural movement. Listening to the moderate rain makes people feel cheerful and washes away the troubles of the soul.

"See flowers before the rain, and there are no flowers at the bottom of the leaves after the rain." Is to listen to the free and easy heavy rain, passionate rainstorm. Listening to the sound of heavy rain reminds me of Li Bai. He sleepwalked in Tianmu Mountain and climbed up in the pouring rain like a fearless climber. His clothes were all wet, and he indulged heroically like a heavy rain. "Oh, how can I bow and scrape to those who have high status and high positions? They will never tolerate others showing them a sincere face. " Recklessness makes people free and unrestrained.

Listen to which article you read is better: Listen to the clear sky in Wan Li in rainy autumn, so it rained in Mao Mao.

A few rays of the setting sun faded, the sky was slightly blue, a shallow halo was deposited in the ancient enamel cup, and thick clouds were overhead.

Just as people were cooking smoke, thousands of silver-white thin lines suddenly jumped down from the air as the small bridge in the south of the Yangtze River flowed.

This is an autumn rain.

The clear rain is green, and the autumn rain loses the softness of the spring rain and the grandeur of the summer rainstorm, making it quiet, tough and clean.

The coolness that has been buried deeply for a summer is awakened instantly, and the summer heat has emerged.

Rain is the most beautiful natural movement.

"Didi Dada" hit the bluestone board covered with green velvet moss marks. In the twilight, the Shuicheng girl with an oil umbrella and a black bun carefully crossed the rain pool, walking lightly, as if through an elegant and soft light.

The rain fell on the banana leaves in the yard, thick and thick, leaning against the window and thinking, turned into cherry red and banana green.

There are also raindrops that love the flowing water in the south of the Yangtze River and fall into the rivers around the city, causing a symphony of "humming and whispering-and then blending with each other, like pearls of all sizes pouring on a plate of jade".

I don't know when, the rain changed its tone and became more and more brisk, just like a sharp drum.

Splash down everywhere, as if a pair of delicate hands were fiddling with the pipa, and transparent and cool notes ran out to sing, rendering a quiet town.

Before long, all these voices gradually died down, whispering, like a group of half-awake children rubbing their loose eyes and whispering in their sleep.

The sound of rain became gentler and quieter until the original peace was restored.

In the city after the rain, the walls are getting brighter and brighter, and the tiles on the roof are as gloomy as old records.

The rain accumulated on the eaves occasionally drops a drop, making a broken sound. However, the lingering sound is lingering.

The broad banana leaves were taken away by the autumn rain, which seemed to be reborn and refreshed.

In autumn, bananas have broken slightly, or a few leaves can't bear the weight of rain. When I bent over, I left a long sunny rain stream washed by the sun and slammed it on the grass below, which was brilliant.

At this time, the fragrance of food blends with the freshness of rain and the warmth of sunshine, brewing into a fragrance.

I always like the rain in summer. I love its majestic momentum and intense atmosphere. Like high-pitched battle songs, it always wakes up my dreams.

Today's autumn rain is very different, but it also fascinates me.

There will be a feeling of being in line with the stars, as if getting rid of irritability and bondage and returning to the starting point. It is clear and elegant, soft but not flattering, tinkling, clean and beautiful, as if it were a brand-new world.

After the rain, people are not lazy, but there is a voice saying: feel the breeze, feel the rain, they are washing the world.

This makes me believe that if we advance without regrets, the shyness and mistakes of the past can be washed away.

The sound of rain is not a dull touch, it is telling: "As long as you sincerely believe that the heart filled with troubles will eventually be as bright as ever, just like the sky after rain, more blue."

Listening to a wonderful song is a kind of enjoyment; Listening to the sounds of everything in the world is a pleasure; Listening to parents' advice is a kind of happiness; Listening to the beautiful voice of nature is a satisfying and gratifying thing. The wonder of listening is to completely dissolve yourself in this sound, just like mountains and water. Only with tolerance can we get beauty. Because there is water in the mountain, the mountain looks majestic, solemn and lofty. Similarly, because water contains mountains, you can be brighter, clearer and more refined. Under the blue sky and white clouds, mountains and water meet and tell each other. Won't this make the world a better and more harmonious place? In our own life, there will be many people coming in and out, good and bad. But if you can tolerate others, give love and dare to challenge, then you will become an angel in your life. Listening will purify our hearts, change the world and make the whole world more vivid and full of life!

If spring is the rebirth of the earth, isn't the withered winter a kind of gestation? The change of time series and the cycle of four seasons are like the course of a person's life, from bright and pure spring to passionate summer, from blooming summer to mature autumn, from beautiful and mature autumn to contemplative winter.

In the cold winter, elephant pole has gone through another life course, expecting another new transcendence, another new breakthrough, and another new realm of life-expecting another spring of life.

Life needs to constantly surpass and break through, so as not to stagnate.

Winter really belongs to the season of meditation rather than withering. In the field, the mature rice has been harvested, and the field is bare. There are no swaying ears of rice, and there is no way to listen to frogs sing together. In the past, youth was gorgeous, but now it seems to enter the realm of Zen.

At this time, farmers are busy composting, and the compost in the car is fertile and barren land; In this winter, the soil is absorbing new nutrients. When the next spring comes, the ox plough will loosen the soil and the land will glow with infinite vitality.

Just as we are familiar with nature, some animals are hibernating. Hibernation is not death, but a new degeneration. Some trees and flowers also abandoned the red flowers and green leaves, but that didn't die. The green shoots in the spring next year will open a new and beautiful dream.

And waiting for a cold winter season, what is gestating in your heart? What kind of breakthrough do you want to make? The reason why our life is so barren is often not because we give up work, but because we give up meditation because of work; Keep working and meditating.

Life is a miracle that comes from nowhere, and existence is also an accident of time and space. We need to constantly strive to ignite the ideal childlike innocence to prove the real existence of our lives. In this way, we need to activate our thinking, light up the lights on the platform and illuminate the way we should go before we can continue our trek.

Life also needs constant travel. No matter how much you achieved yesterday, no matter how many flowers your spiritual garden opened yesterday, it belongs to yesterday. If you indulge in yesterday's happiness, it is difficult to enjoy today's purer happiness.

Today, a new beginning needs us to move forward and cultivate. Life is a journey without an end. It needs the torch of life until it turns to ashes and tears run out ... This winter is not a season to excuse yourself, waiting for a cold winter, but a bright spring.

The poet said meaningfully: If winter comes, can spring be far behind? In winter, let meditation enrich your life, nourish and renew your tired or traumatized mind, thus gestating a breakthrough and a new spring.

Winter is the season of meditation! Don't give up, don't sigh, and don't forget that winter is the season of meditation.

[Appreciation] A winter story is a rational essay.

It is not good at strict logic, but wins with rich philosophical thinking. Putting aside the description of winter scenery and highlighting the development of its ideological realm is the remarkable feature of this thought.

Abandoning the negative attitude towards life and seeking the glory of life shows the value orientation of the article.

It is not a sad song that makes people feel sad, but a March that lifts their spirits.

In this world, we often listen.

For example, in nature, we look for the charm of "moonlight in the pine forest, crystal stone in the stream", the ethereal spirit of "the cicada forest is quieter and the Tongshan mountain is more secluded", and the artistic conception of "the mangrove trees are drunk with autumn colors and the bixi is nocturnal".

Listen to the breeze, listen to Song Tao's singing, listen to cricket's singing, and listen to birds singing in the mountains.

That fragile note is like a bright dew, which makes a clear flying spring flow in your heart.

Insects and birds sing, streams and springs compete for kings, and people are full of virginity. The pieces in my chest pass away with the stream, the fatigue of work is washed away by the stream, and the dust of my heart flows away with the stream, so my body and mind are like sprinkles, cheerful and clear, chic and transparent.

Listening cultivates your temperament, broadens your mind, gives you wisdom and inspiration, and makes your thinking smooth and fresh.

Listening is a kind of life attitude, full of natural and unrestrained life interest.

Sometimes, we lose a lot of happiness, not because we can't cause happiness, but because we lack a normal heart, a bright and quiet mood, and an undisguised childlike innocence.

A wise man said: "When we have a clear understanding of nature and reach the state of unity of mind and matter, we can get wisdom enlightenment from any subtle things.

Look at a ladle of water quietly and you can hear its pure meaning. Please draw it to moisten your heart. If you look at a flower carefully, you can hear its solemn meaning. Please come and beautify your life.

This is a wonderful and heartless sentence. Everything is being compared and taught diligently all the time. Did you hear that? "Impetuous people won't listen, greedy people won't listen, people who are as broad-minded as beans won't listen, and wily people won't listen.

They are too shallow, too utilitarian, too narrow and too sophisticated.

They lack patience, moderate tolerance, open mind and curious innocence.

All they can hear is the impact of copper smell and the noise of life.

In this world, we need to listen.

For example, listening to parents' advice, teachers' instruction, friends' encouragement, babies' crying, and wives' care … Listening is a collision of hearts, an exchange of love and a fusion of feelings; Listening is a positive attitude towards life, a kindness, a sincere trust and a wonderful state of mind.

A great man said, "A nation that likes listening is a nation of wisdom.

Arrogant people don't like to listen, they just like to conquer. Their arrogance blocked their view. People who build cars behind closed doors don't like to hear it, but they will only be complacent. They sat in the well and looked at the sky, which hindered their knowledge. People who are eager for quick success and instant benefit don't like to hear it, but only float on the surface. They have a little taste and lack profound connotation.

Therefore, learning to listen is not complacency, loneliness, eye-opening or learning; Learn to listen, be good at thinking, be good at creating, be calm and sincere, and this nation will become full of vitality and charm.

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Listen to the sound of flowers. Close your eyes and listen.

At first, the wind rustled, as if to kick off the upcoming concert.

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Semi-propositional composition, listening to nature, listening to the flowing water in the mountains, and the chirping birds in the valley, walking in the empty valley, listening to fresh water and crisp birds, are these not the most beautiful music? Silent summer night, squatting on the balcony, occasionally hearing frogs and rustling leaves in the summer breeze, aren't these enough to touch your heartstrings? Calm down and listen to the whispers of nature quietly. Don't all the troubles float to the distant horizon with the chirping of insects and birds? Isn't it a pleasure to listen to nature? Maybe it's thunder in summer, or maybe the fallen leaves in autumn quietly fall to the ground. Aren't they all the lightest and purest music? Sleeping with the songs of the stars, listening to the sound of fish playing ... we live and struggle in the brisk rhythm of nature all the time.

Listening to nature, isn't it a kind of spiritual purification? Calm down, follow the long sound of cicadas, the surging pines and the high tide of the sea, and you will enter another world, a clear world, with no secular vices and no intrigue of officialdom, only a quiet sea, and the stain of your mind will be purified and sublimated in this Wang Yang.

Listen to nature, feel nature, and you will feel a sense of freshness that you have never felt before.

Listen to the sound of long grass and warblers flying, and listen to the rhythm of falling flowers, and a beautiful paradise will appear before your eyes.

Listen to nature, let go of the noise of the city and the roar of cars, and take a vacation for your soul in a quiet valley and an empty field.

Listen, isn't the sound of flowers blooming and falling vibrating in your heart?

I have walked here countless times, winding dirt roads, dust all over the sky, burly horses pulling hay, and trees smelling of wheat ... Grandma's wheat field has arrived, and at this time the wheat has been cut, leaving a patchwork of wheat stalks. Rape flowers are whispering in the wind and shining in the moist land ... and that tree.

I stepped forward, stroking the rough wrinkles on the trunk and watching the chubby caterpillar climb up. Suddenly, a picture of deja vu appeared before my eyes: when I was three years old, I came to this big garden, picked a half-baked apple and took a colorful photo; Just in the first grade, after dinner, my calf jumped here. At that time, poplars were as tall as me. In summer, on a hot night, a person sneaked here to catch one or two toads ... I watched quietly and thought about the long-lost children's world. How I want to run and roll on the land of my hometown. Even if I fall, I am very happy ... A gust of wind blows, leaves rustle and one or two pieces fall with the wind.

I slowly picked up two fallen leaves and put them in the cracks of the branches, because each leaf is a little thing in my childhood, and they should always caress the thick trunk of my childhood.

The wind is still blowing, and I sit quietly in the fragrant field, watching the green leaves jump on the trunk, looking carefree.

Savor the sound of the tree that has been with me for nine years.

I can hear this tree, my long-lost friend, singing a complete childhood song ... Listening to the sound of the tree, I feel my heart.

I like to sit on the bumpy land and listen to the sound of poplar trees covered with my footprints.

Listen to the sound of happiness. I am in this small town in the north. It has neither the prosperity nor the noise of big cities. What it has is another ancient beauty of its own.

For autumn, the city has its own appearance.

Early morning in autumn.

Walking on the forest path in the park, the air is unusually fresh, and you can feel the fragrance of trees by taking a deep breath.

Although it is already late autumn, although the weather has turned cold, occasionally birds will be found in those high branches, and occasionally a few crisp birds will be heard.

There are also yellow ginkgo trees, which gently sing euphemistic movements in the autumn wind.

Eyes full of yellow, eyes full of gray, heaven and earth have become a yellow-gray world.

Although a little sad, I can feel the unique charm of late autumn.

At noon in autumn.

At this time, the sunshine becomes very gentle, and it feels very comfortable to shine on people.

Walk in the downtown area of the city and feel the warmth of the sun.

Close your eyes gently and listen to the gentle breeze. It feels like the softest whisper between lovers.

In these warm sunshine, people are happily enjoying the gentle caress of the noon sunshine.

Being able to walk in the warm sunshine at noon and late autumn is so warm and gives people the simplest happiness.

Autumn night.

I don't know when the sky is full of leaden clouds, and the wind doesn't know when to start domineering.

It may not rain, but the weather is always changeable this season.

After work, walking under the cloudy sky, those autumn winds seem to want to blow people away, and people are used to wrapping their coats tighter at this time. It seems that such a simple action can stop them from feeling cold.

In late autumn, it has no vitality in spring, no gorgeous colors in summer and no white clothes in winter. It only has its own touch of gold.

But in this small town with four distinct seasons, these scenery in autumn are very beautiful.

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Light accumulation materials are useless.

It's like you know the material but you can't use it.

I'm depressed.

So I suggest you go to the lecture.

You should be able to listen to more lectures online and have your own opinions every time.

Congratulations.

You have made progress.

In fact, a good composition is the truest idea in your heart.

You will find that even swearing.

If you scold everything in your heart.

Others will look comfortable ... I hope you like my answer.

The person I admire most is not a great man, rich man or dazzling star, but a simple cleaner.

Cleaners are not afraid of being dirty or tired. They began to work before dawn. They carefully clean the streets and exchange their sweat for the happiness of others. Once I went to ask aunt cleaner, and I asked her, "Aren't you tired of working every day?" Aunt said, "I'm tired, too, but it's worthwhile to see people smiling at a clean and tidy environment!" " "What a simple word! When people work and go to school, the cleaners bring us a clean and tidy environment, and they are silently contributing.

This is the person I admire most, a simple, hardworking, dirty and tired cleaner.

By my side, there are many people, many faces, respectable and amiable … but I admire one person the most.

I admire a person, a selfless person.

She is a teacher. When the students she educates are with other students, she never favors her own students, but puts forward higher requirements for them.

I admire a person, a strict and kind person.

As a teacher, she is very strict with those students who don't study hard and guides them to keep moving forward; For those students who study hard, they are like a loving mother, communicating with them.

I admire a person, a knowledgeable person.

She reads widely. Although she is busy at work, she always takes some time out to read some books. No matter how attractive online games are, she always opens the world of reading.

No matter what kind of knowledge she encounters, she can always answer questions and tell you her understanding and views.

I admire a person, a person who sets an example.

She educates students and others, always educating herself first.

She is the dean of the department, and she is always the first to hand in any manuscript the school wants; No matter how busy she is at work, she keeps climbing.

Her efforts have yielded fruitful results-all the students she educated have become talents, and all her educational papers have been adopted by editors. She did it! The person I admire is my teacher, my grateful "loving mother"-Teacher Tang.

You have paid so much for us, believe us, and we will repay you with the best results! I have a kind and great mother.

The person I admire most in my life and study is my mother.

Because it was she who changed my careless learning attitude bit by bit. My mother is an industrial and commercial administrator. She usually stops counterfeiting products and can complain to them about violations of consumer rights and interests.

Once when I bought clothes, my mother found that the clothes had quality problems and went against the boss. After talking a lot, my mother knew the name of the manufacturer, searched online after returning home and asked about the manufacturer. My mother's responsibility to consumers and her professionalism in her work are all worth learning.

My mother is not only conscientious about her work, but also attaches great importance to my education.

I got the lowest score in my life in an exam (to repay me).

Sadness, pain and fear occupied my heart at the same time. When I got home, I was in tears.

My mother asked me why and gave me an unforgettable education. My mother said, "Beautiful and bright red is hard to come by.". You must rely on hard work, seriousness and all efforts. You can't work out all the problems by dividing by three times and five. You have to use your brain and learn solid step by step. "

I hope you can take this exam as a good opportunity to correct it. Come on! "My mother's cheerful tone, considerate words (heart) and serious education suddenly woke me up. I want to "turn over a new leaf" and believe that no pains, no gains.

Mom, I am a kite in your hand, the other end of the thread is always in your hand, and your love will always accompany my life journey.

There is a small vegetable garden downstairs in my house, which is Grandpa He's paradise. He goes there every day to water the vegetables he grows.

In this garden, there are cabbages, carrots and peppers.

What attracts me most is pepper.

Grandpa He planted four-color peppers instead of ordinary peppers.

Four-color pepper is a kind of small pepper that can change color. It changes color every season. Spring is green, summer is yellow, autumn is purple and winter is red.

One day, I was walking downstairs. It's an autumn Saturday morning.

Walking to this vegetable garden, I saw the small peppers inside, purple, which looked delicious.

I thought: will purple pepper still be spicy? It must be delicious, so I have an idea. Pick one and have a taste. Nobody knows anyway.

I saw no one around, so I ran over.

You can take it off by pulling it with your hand.

I want to get a treasure and run home.

When I got home and saw no one, I was relieved.

Then, put the pepper washed with water into your mouth to chew. It doesn't matter if you don't chew it, it will break once you chew it.

Suddenly, my tongue and throat were like fire, and it was too hot to speak.

I ran to the tap and gulped down the water.

It's better this way. I didn't expect this four-color pepper to be ten times hotter than other peppers.

This is the most unforgettable thing for me.

I remember an unforgettable day on the beach, where there were many small golden shells.

Today, I will choose the most beautiful one for you.

I remember it happened last spring.

When the teacher told us that we were going for a spring outing tomorrow, I was so excited that I couldn't sleep all night until the early morning.

In the morning, I opened my eyes and found it was 7:05. What should I do? There are still 15 minutes to drive! I jumped up. After washing, I grabbed my schoolbag and rushed outside.

When I came to the side of the road, a taxi just came from the front.

I reached out and stopped it.

As soon as I opened the car door, I jumped on the bus and said to the driver, "Come on, teachers' college is attached to the primary school!" " "He? ...

I found the beauty in life. "There is no shortage of beauty in life, what is lacking is the eyes that find beauty." With a pair of eyes that are no longer critical and a quiet heart, I find that there is no beauty in the middle. In nature, spring is abundant, and flowers and trees are beautiful. Although the grass is not as beautiful as the peony cuckoo, it is strong. It has experienced wind and rain, lightning and thunder. Some waters are magnificent, some checkpoints are like mirrors, and some mountains are too steep. This is the beauty of nature. You see, under the windowsill of the teacher's office, the teacher is still diligently correcting homework, and your family and relatives are waiting for you to go back for dinner! That bottle after bottle of used ink bottle, that red pen after red pen. I don't know how much ink you have used up and how many pens you have worn out over the years. Teacher, you have worked hard! You have worked hard for another day, so don't give us any trouble! Ah, what a good teacher, what a touching scene! Against the setting sun, the path is glowing with yellow light. I was walking on my way home when an old lady with gray hair accidentally fell down. A small classmate immediately stepped forward to help and helped the old man to the distance. Watching the old and young people gradually disappear, my heart suddenly became warm. What a wonderful moment, what a wonderful moment. The light in the corridor is still on. I know whose child this must be. How much more will you give me? Ah, dad, mom, I love you! What is the beauty in life? This is the beauty of life. It's such a simple and common thing. I found the beauty in life!

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