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Listening to the Beauty of the World with Books |
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Before you came along, no one had ever spoken to me about the beauty of West
Lake. Before you came along, no one had ever told me about the grandeur of the
Yangtze River. What did the Great Wall look like before you appeared? And so, in
my world, there is now another kind of natural sound speaking to me...
Listening carefully, for the enjoyment of beauty. As the last rays of the
setting sun emit their last gleaming light, mingling with your gentle voice, I
appreciate its beauty, closing my eyes and listening by the window. The boy
galloping on horseback and the girl strolling by West Lake with fluttering
clothes appear in front of me. Listening, only between you and me, is truly
wonderful.
The world is full of different colors and shapes. Listening all the way, with a
thirst for knowledge. Your voice is intermittent, like a long dream. There is no
beginning or end. You tell me about the joys and sorrows of life, the sweet and
sour, the bitter and spicy. You tell me about the tragic figures who were
imprisoned and executed for their words, and the vitality and grandeur of the
revolutionary soldiers on the battlefield. Looking back at the past, present,
and future, morning and evening, day and night, all contain indescribable
emotions and feelings. Again, those ambitious people and things, in the form of
listening, in the form of stirring songs, speak to me.
The beach where we listen is beautiful, and the gaze of listening is complex.
With a sense of introspection, learn to listen. In listening, there is a golden
house and stories that transform deep hatred into family love. It's
indescribable. In listening, I remember my past willful ignorance. Listening
helps me improve my self-cultivation. Therefore, listening is a melodious song.
Books and listening are between you and me. Following the footsteps on the
beach, listening to the waves and the blooming and fading flowers. Between you
and me, listening has no end. |
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