Listen to the crackling speech synthesis 600

Chunyu is a shy girl. "I want to get wet with my clothes." When she came,

People know nothing about it; "It was raining in the sky", and she was so warm at that time.

Run. However, the spring rain is not silent. Silent spring night, spring rain is like a flower.

Falling like petals, the voice is as soft as cotton, as light as the wind, as small as the country.

Shy as a girl. However, in the infiltration of sound, the seedlings are full and purr.

The sound of tooting is the sound of it sprouting and breaking ground.

Yu Xia is like a passionate teenager. He fell from the sky, white and bright.

Beads of rain instantly covered fields, village heads and roofs. Listen, he laughed,

The voice is bright and playful. The rain in summer is very urgent. He often runs away from home.

The top fell on the concrete floor and snapped; He jumped from the water to the lotus again, with a clear voice.

Crisp and loud. He often invites the wind as his companion, and lightning and thunder cheer him up, and thunder crackles.

Mixed with the roar of thunder and lightning, the wind roared, just like a fierce battle, staged again.

Like a passionate music.

Yu Qiu is a mature middle-aged man. His words are thick and heavy, and

Show a trace of desolation. He dripped on the leaves, he dripped on the chrysanthemums and he dripped on the buttonwood.

In fact, every sound is so clear and vague, with a sigh.

Rest and nostalgia, with the feeling of changing seasons and cold weather. "Autumn rain sorrow.

A shameful person. "