“melodious”可以造什么句，melodious造句

Life is beautiful music, melodious melody and harmony.

In the air, there are silent whispering songs, melodious threads, and singing all the time.

The prologue starts with a piece of melodious music, with apsaras flying between colorful clouds.

The bell of the church precipitated all the melodies of happiness and spread it in a melodious way.

Read “The Cello Suites”—preferably with their melodious hum in the background—and you will never look at a cello in quite the same way again.

Playing a melodious pure heart is so soothing, and the disturbance from the distant world is so gentle and integrated into the realm without me. Tibet, Tibet, the holy and Holy Holy Land!

The most unwittingly moving and melodious, has penetrated my body and mind and perceived your happy and self satisfied mood. It seemed as if everything had gone through the clouds, surpassing the dust and floating away the complex of the world.

Every life will go through a journey, eventually to the origin, with a limited life to feel the holy power of life, gratitude for the companionship of every living spirit, the journey of life will never end, to be a melodious melody, wash out in nature!

You just appear in my life. That feeling is melodious and melodious, like tea fragrance, pleasant and beautiful.

Listening to the rustle of the tip of the pen and the friction of the paper is so melodious.

The heart is tired, in the quiet night, make a cup of tea, put a light music, melt himself in the curl of the fragrance and melodious music, to taste the warmth and touch.

"The Chinese language, rich in musical sounds, homophones, rhyme schemes and tonal patterns, is by nature a most melodious and poetic language. Terse and succinct, free in word order and shifting of syntactic functions, it is the most elastic and productive for the writing of poetry,"

The poetry of time has composed sincere friendship, abundant space, and melodious movement of my heart.

Listen quietly, melodious piano, quietly gaze, flowers and leaves fall. Dust, flying through life, flying over the world, stranded in the most beautiful memories, counted the quicksand, and looked down in the setting sun.

Tears buried them in the flowers that once blooming, and suddenly remembered what they once said: pour out, fold into reed flute, and melodious once gentle, playing.

The bird's voice is melodious and melodious. It is refreshing and refreshing.