我记得小时候常在林中玩耍,看上去同样一片林子,在每个时间段、每个季节都有不一样的声音,其中数夏季的清晨最美妙。当稠如奶的白雾向树梢弥漫时,鸟儿似乎被这香浓的气息给催醒,开始了第一声鸣唱,是长笛的声音跃升至G调时的清脆与婉转。接下来,树林便渐次喧嚣起来,一群调式错落的音符在梢头跳跃和追赶,因为受到雾的浸润,变得深幽,如涟漪般荡漾,加上 I remember playing in the woods often as a child. It looked like the same woods. There was a different sound every season and every season, and the summer morning was the most beautiful. When the thick mist of white mist filled the treetops, the bird seemed to be awakened by the fragrance of this fragrance, beginning the first song of the sound of the flute when it rose to the G tone crisp and mildly. Next, the woods gradually gradual noisy, a group of scattered notes scattered in the jump and catch up, because of the infiltration of the fog, become deep quiet, rippling waves, plus