Does anyone know the prose about the sound of nature?

The last three paragraphs of Dinghushan Listening to Springs are mainly about the sounds of nature, which can be summarized. ) The following is the full text:

Jiang Lun took me to Zhaoqing, and it was drizzling. I swam in Qixingyan in the rain, and I walked in a hurry and vaguely saw it. When I arrived at Dinghushan, it was near dusk. The rain stopped and the fog opened. The mountain only shows a narrow green foot, waist-high, just like a veil covering your face, which is not true. Out of sight is clear, but hearing is clear. After crossing the Han Cuiqiao, I haven't set foot on the stone road into the mountain, and the sound of the gurgling spring water comes to my face. The sound of the spring is very clear, and the sound is like seeing the shadow of the spring jumping, which makes people feel excited and excited. I can't help but follow the sound, feeling higher and deeper, and I have entered the mountains.

I didn't know until I entered the mountain that there was more than one spring, and there were cracks between grass and stones, almost everywhere, everywhere. There are dense forests in the mountains, and springs are hidden in them. Sometimes, the spring water flashes a bright color in the sparse forest, and then look forward, it is gone. That half-exposed charming attitude reminds me that my beloved daughter often walks around my knees at home. Every time I reach out, she will run away and raise her smiling face to tease me; When I pretended to be indifferent, she ran quietly close to my waist. What a naughty boy!

The mountain spring is a charming child, and the sound of the spring water is a child's silvery laughter. Influenced by the sound of spring, Dinghushan is much younger. The winding path and the verdant bamboo and wood exude a childlike vitality, which makes people who enter the mountain seem to be in a clear and transparent state, with dust-free body and mind and extremely steep. Halfway up the mountain, there is a mountain pavilion. The pavilion is dilapidated and has nowhere to stay, but a couplet in the pavilion, "There is no dust here, and it is more spiritual", won the spirit here, making people nod.

Standing in front of the pavilion, my eyes are really full of blue. The distance is high and low, the branches are wrapped with vines, the trees are dense, and the heavy wet green is like the waves of the sea, layer by layer, pushing straight to the top of the mountain. Even the winding stone road at the foot is covered with traces of moss and a little bright green. Step on the wet and smooth stone steps and climb the stairs carefully. The higher you go, the denser and greener the trees are, the harder it is to find the shadow of spring, and the more pleasant the sound of spring is. In my panic, I suddenly heard bells ringing in the clouds. Suddenly, the mountains rang and the valleys echoed and fluttered. Quiet and heavy bells and cheerful and clear spring sounds echo each other in the quiet twilight after rain, like an old man standing in front of the door with crutches, calling for a child who never leaves home.

The bell came from Qingyun Temple halfway up the mountain. The temple is built on a hill and embedded in green peaks. Climb more than 400 steps from Bushan Pavilion. Qingyun Temple is the 17th blessed place of Lingnan Buddhism. Built in the Chongzhen period of the Ming Dynasty, it has a history of more than 300 years. There is a "pot for thousands of people" in the temple, which is nearly 2 meters in diameter and can hold 1 100 liters, which is quite eye-catching. The grand occasion of the ancient temple can be seen here.

After dinner, take a walk in the garden in front of the temple. Flowers are in full bloom in the garden, bees and butterflies are flying, and business is abundant, which is quite different from the solemn atmosphere in the hall. Among the flowers, two tall and old trees stand out from the crowd with lush foliage and shade. It turns out that these are two bodhi trees introduced from Ceylon (now Sri Lanka) more than 200 years ago. According to legend, Buddha Sakyamuni got his way under the bodhi tree. Therefore, Buddhists regard Bodhi as a sacred tree and naturally receive special courtesy. In fact, there is nothing noble about Bodhi itself. I'm afraid not many people can tell it from the trees in Dinghushan.

There are too many kinds of trees in Dinghushan. It is said that Dinghu Mountain is a point with the largest number of existing plant species on the same latitude line of the earth, which has been turned into a nature reserve and selected as an ecological observation station by UNESCO. Local comrades told me that although the forests of Dinghushan have undergone changes from generation to generation and have not been greatly damaged, they still depend on the protection of Qingyun Temple. Now, probably because of the failure of Buddhism, the same Qingyun Temple has attracted a large number of tourists and brought potential threats to nature reserves.

At night, the mountains were silent. Sleeping in the guest room next to the temple is like sleeping in a pillow spring. Listen to the spring scenery late at night, don't have a taste. The sound of spring, soaked in moonlight, sounds particularly clear. During the day, there are spring songs, but at this time, there are many levels: gentle men are like violins, flowing through the grass stream; That crisp, like plucking, is a dripping spring leaking from the cracks in the stone; Thick as a double voice, it should be that thousands of streams converge in an empty valley; Those who are as majestic as copper pipes must be running down steep walls and waterfalls falling into deep pools. As for the spring water that bypasses the roots and the clear water that beats the pebbles, the priority is high or low, and each makes a different sound. This endless sound of spring is woven together by an invisible baton and merged into a wonderful symphony. In this spring symphony, it seems that we can hear the passage of time, the change of history, the birth, growth, reproduction and death of life, and the voice of metabolism, which gradually expands from weak to strong and rises to become the main theme. I leaned down to listen and distinguish, and my thoughts seemed to melt into the water, swimming around Dinghu with the spring water flowing; Just like a clear spring seeping through my heart, it washed away the dirt and left a deep feeling for me to taste and daydream. Ah, I'm completely intoxicated by the songs in spring. I said "the mountain is not high, the fairy is famous", but I said "the mountain is not famous, the spring is in the spirit". It breeds vitality and nourishes all the trees. Spring is the soul of Dinghu Mountain.

That night, I only felt the sound of spring in my ear. I don't know if this is a dream or a wake-up.

Dream or not. Wake up. May the clear spring last forever. I hope spring will keep ringing.