The sound of the piano surrounds the jungle, and my heart is trembling. The sound is like the roar of a breeze and the running of a spring.
Wonderful and clever piano sounds pour out from your fingers, like filar silk flowing through your heart, soft and quiet, soft and comfortable.
Yangguan trees vibrate, three layers of silk strings are high and decadent. On the third day, pearls fall out of the valley and orioles sigh.
When people are relaxed and happy, a breeze fluctuates in their ears. From a distance, the sound of the piano lingers, but there is an emotion stirring.
This song should be only in the sky, and it is rare to hear it on earth. The emperor's eyes are always staring at her. ... high rose plum palace, into the blue clouds, and the wide breeze carries magical notes.
The sound of the piano follows the footsteps slowly, and the footsteps follow the sound of the piano. I vaguely heard the sound of broken leaves, followed the beat of the piano, and then drifted away with the wind.
The sound is like a butterfly spreading its wings and flapping its smart wings, flowing brightly, and like the distant sky outside the Great Wall, it has clear light precipitation.
I waved my fingers to find my mirror table. Later, I found that all I was looking for was the wonderful piano sound between my fingers.
The jade hand is frivolous, and I saw the sandy jade finger playing fast on the strings, sharp and high-pitched, but not abrupt. Running like countless fierce horses, strong and fierce. ...
The fleeting shadows, the songs of the wind, the elegance of the moon, endless words, broken strings, fixed annual rings, and the sound of the piano echoed in the bleak place.
The sound of fingertips flowing, like a butterfly spreading its wings and flapping its smart wings, flows brightly, and it is like the distant sky beyond the Great Wall, and the clear light precipitates. ?
Melodious as a mountain spring, spewing out, stirring waves from time to time, touching the stones on the shore, saying hello, whispering, and then continuing to flow forward.
Take a deep breath and relax slowly. Don't lose that feeling and charm. Go on with the last performance. I was absorbed until the last ending, and my body and mind were integrated into the music.
Her dexterous fingers play on the keyboard of the piano, and beautiful music pops up, sometimes bold and unrestrained, lively and sometimes euphemistic and delicate, which is really fascinating and intoxicating.
The clear piano gurgled. As from a deep valley to a secluded mountain. Quietly dripping, dripping through the wrinkles of life, dripping through the vicissitudes of years, dripping through the blind eyes of old artists who understand the world, dripping quietly.
Flowers fall on the moon, and people are thin. Under the same sky, who is watching the waning moon and drinking a glass of moonlight wine? For example, I lean against the window, admire the crescent moon, play the past, break the strings, and the sound of the piano echoes in the bleak place.
I play everywhere: on the piano, on the table, in books, in the back seat of the bus. I like my five-finger flywheel and feel the joy of notes flowing, just like running water in the warm sun in winter.
From a distance, the sound of the piano lingers, but there is an emotion stirring. Although the piano sounds like a complaint, all the quietest time, the brightest wind and frost, or the original appearance, are slowly flowing.
Touching the piano body, I sat aside, put the piano flat, took a deep breath, and my fingers began to fluctuate up and down on the piano, which was very smooth. Accompanied by the sound of the piano, a gentle and sad song slowly flowed out.
A sleepless night, I strung up the vicissitudes of life left by the years with the glass-like moonlight, plucked the strings, wandered in the pool, aroused ripples, and the sound of the piano crossed the years, time and thoughts.
The sound of the piano is the resurrection of the soul, stirring the heart into a concentrated picture. In the silence, ginkgo trees stand high in the garden, singing autumn silently. The yellow leaves of Erythrina trees have already been filled in autumn, waiting for the wind to pick them up.
Sit down with a little happiness. The jade finger exploded, revealing a slender white jade finger, stroking the piano face and thinking deeply. The piano sounded in vain, euphemistically but resolutely, and the ticket came like noble water and gurgling rhyme. ...
The sound of the piano passes through the knocker covered with verdigris, the riverbank covered with fishing fire, the reed covered with fluorescence, the alley beside the inn, the hutong on the outskirts, the village entrance with cold wind and the quiet curtains.
Such as the sound of the piano, such as the spring breeze green across the field, such as the rain bamboo shoots falling off the shell of the bamboo forest; Such as frogs, such as lapping waves; Just like a bright moon shining in the dark, like a child chasing a kite … Oh, only those who love life and love have such a heart!
Sit down slowly, touch the strings gently with slender and elegant hands ... caress the rippling music. The timbre is like clear water, clear and transparent ... just like the breeze on the lake in summer night ... It makes people relax and fresh ... At the end of the song, I got up and smiled.