There is a vivid and beautiful landscape painting in the sound of the piano. Quiet spring water flows out of the mountain stream and merges into a deep pool like a jade. There are fine ripples in the pool, and a golden moon is dragging in the water.
3. At this moment, I heard singing, and the fragrance of rice and wheat and the smell of earth floated in. Hearing this song seems to have tasted the farmer's new rice and homemade corn wine. I'm all ears. Singing flutters, moving melody turns into gorgeous sunset glow, cheerful notes turn into birds, fly far away, fly back and live in my heart.
4. From the piano, it seems that there is a gurgling sound of running water. The shepherd boy's flute sounded, and there was harmony between heaven and earth.
5. Open the cool music box and enjoy a wonderful piece of music. Elegant melody makes me calm, fast melody makes me spin, popular songs make me passionate, and high melody makes me excited.
6. Music is a passionate free art, an outdoor art, as boundless as nature, wind, sky and ocean. Never shut music in the room and become an academic art.
7. Elegant piano sound with melody. Like dew dripping on flowers.
8, beautiful soul, beautiful songs.
9. The sound of the piano poured out like a flood. The beautiful melody echoed over the audience.
10, inspiring people to achieve harmony in artistic conception, which is music.
1 1, melodious harmonica sound, like a breeze.
12, the piano is loud, like an eagle hitting the sky.
13. The melody of Hu Jian's songs is so sweet and sad, just like an elderly loving mother calling for a long-lost child and a young wife missing her husband.
14, with colorful singing skills and various forms. Different songs have different charms, and our voices are different, sweet and sour.
15. Music can purify people's hearts. People immersed in the music world tend to be more open-minded, sensitive, emotionally stable, and more able to understand other people's feelings, so it is easier to get along with others. At the same time, they are more likely to feel the joy of life and love life.
2. The beautiful sentence 1 describing the melody of music lingers for three days and falls happily in my heart, just like some lively spirits, baptizing my soul.
2, just like Chun Xue, the voice of nature, really this song should only be in the sky, it is rare to hear in the world! 3, people are deep in the floating world, but there is a feeling of bright moon and cool breeze. 4. When clear chords flow through your ears, you feel a tender feeling and a heart like fire is beating.
That rich and delicate emotion and charming natural realm flow in the music, bringing infinite association to people. Beautiful music is like butterflies flying in the air, like tinkling springs flowing in the mountains, and sometimes like bright stars, flashing in the night sky.
6. The song lingered among the beams for three days. After listening carefully, a deep but drifting feeling will occupy the scientific mind, as if all the noise has gone away, leaving only the voice of nature. 7. Let your hair fly in the wind and raise your glass to thank freedom. I want to be a thin feather of a musician. I would like to be the fragrance of the sky, detached from things, flowing in the clear spring ... 8. Just like the spring breeze of Green Jiang Nanan, I am quietly interested; Another example is the spring rain that "sneaked into the night with the wind", moistening things silently.
9. The melody of Hu Jian's song is so sweet and sad, just like an elderly loving mother calling for a long-lost child, just like a young wife missing her husband. 10. Music is a higher revelation than all wisdom and philosophy. Whoever can penetrate the meaning of my music can transcend the sufferings that ordinary people can't extricate themselves.
Beautiful sentences describing music are like the snow in spring and the sound of nature. Indeed, this song should only exist in the sky, and it is rare to hear it on earth! Around the beam for three days, the sound is endless. Cheerfulness falls in my heart, just like some lively spirits, baptizing my soul. Singing for three days. Listen carefully, a deep but drifting feeling will occupy the scientific mind, as if all the noise has gone away, leaving only the voice of nature. People are intoxicated in the beautiful music melody, "intoxicated and don't know the way home." Just like the "green Jiang Nanan" whispering quietly like the spring rain that "sneaked into the night with the wind", it moistens things silently and shines like the bright moon among pine trees, quiet and clear. People are deeply immersed in the floating world, but there is a bright moon in the sky and a gentle breeze. This song has a melodious voice, pure and pleasant. The warm and clear singing has returned to its true colors, the beautiful soul of children's music, the beautiful singing, the warm and beautiful singing like sunshine, the pure and abnormal singing and the magnificent singing.
4. Poems describing wonderful music We heard a sudden sound. A guitar crossed the water, the host forgot to go home, and the guests left.
... she turned the tuning pin and tested several strings, and even before she played, we could feel her feelings.
Every string is a kind of meditation, and every note is a kind of deep thinking, as if she were telling us the pain of her life.
She frowned, bent her fingers, and then started her music, letting her heart share everything with us bit by bit.
She brushed the strings, slowly twisted, swept and plucked, first the air in the rainbow skirt, then the six small ones.
Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets.
Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade.
Between Guan Ying's words, the bottom of the flower is slippery, so you can't swallow the spring scenery and flow under the ice.
The ice spring is cold and astringent, and the strings condense, and the condensation will never stop.
The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice.
A silver vase suddenly burst, pouring out a stream of water, jumping out of the conflict and blow between armored horses and weapons.
Before she put down the pick, her stroke was over, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk.
Emotionally still sick, there are many scenes in the building.
When we raise our glasses, we will turn our heads and laugh.
Stop to listen to the pipa and twist it slightly.
The drunken face melts into spring scenery, and Jiang Tianyi looks red obliquely.
Tonight, when I heard you playing the guitar, I felt that my hearing was illuminated by wonderful music.
Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade.
Between Guan Ying's words, the bottom of the flower is slippery, so you can't swallow the spring scenery and flow under the ice.
The ice spring is cold and astringent, and the strings condense, and the condensation will never stop.
The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice.
A silver vase suddenly burst, pouring out a stream of water, jumping out of the conflict and blow between armored horses and weapons.
Before she put down the pick, her stroke was over, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk.
Lu Yu Shen music, bamboo path meets shade.
Jumping and jumping, there is no one left. I want to be a piano player for thousands of years.
This song should only be heard in the sky, not a few times on earth.
The reverberation lasted for three days.
5. Is there an ancient poem "Pipa Trip" that describes beautiful music-Tang Baijuyi, I am seeing the guests off, the night by Xunyang River, maple leaves and autumn flowers?
I, the host, have dismounted, my guest has boarded his boat, and we raise our cups, hoping to drink-but, alas, there is no music. Although we drank a lot of wine, we were not happy. When we were leaving each other, the river mysteriously widened in the direction of the full moon.
We heard a sudden sound, a guitar crossed the water, the host forgot to go home and the guests left. We followed the melody, asked the player's name, and the voice was interrupted ... and then she reluctantly answered.
We moved the boat closer to hers, invited her to join us, and summoned more wine and lanterns to start our party again. However, before she came to us, we called a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar from us.
... she turned the tuning pin and tested several strings, and even before she played, we could feel her feelings. Every string is thought-provoking, and every note is thought-provoking. It seems that he is not satisfied with his life.
She frowned, bent her fingers, and then started her music, letting her heart share everything with us bit by bit. She brushed the strings, slowly twisted, swept and plucked, first the air in the rainbow skirt, then the six small ones.
Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets. Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade.
Guan Yingying's ass was slippery when she spoke, and we heard a stream sobbing painfully on the beach. The spring is cold and astringent, and the clouds of doubt will never stop.
The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice. A silver vase suddenly burst, pouring out a stream of water, jumping out of the conflict and blow between armored horses and weapons.
Before she put down the pick, her stroke was over, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk. The east ship and the west ship were silent, and we saw the white autumn moon entering the river.
She tied it thoughtfully on the rope, stood up and smoothed her clothes, serious and polite. Tell us how she spent her girlhood in the capital and lived in her parents' house in Toad Hill.
She mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, and her name ranked first in the list of musicians. Quba once taught good people to yield, and her beauty envied all the leading dancers.
How did the aristocratic youths in Wuling compete generously? Countless red silks were given to a song. And the blood color of the skirt was stained by wine, China.
Season after season, joy followed, and neither the autumn moon nor the spring breeze attracted her attention. Until her brother went to war, and then her aunt died, and the night passed, and the night came, and her beauty disappeared.
Lengma was at the door, so at last she gave her wife to a businessman. Who, first of all, stole money, accidentally left her and went to Fuliang to buy tea a month ago.
She has been taking care of an empty boat in the estuary, with no companions except the bright moon and cold water. Sometimes in the middle of the night, she dreams of her victory and is awakened from her dream by her hot tears.
Her first guitar note made me sigh. Now, after listening to her story, I feel even sadder. We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? .
A year ago, I left the capital and came here. Now I am a sick Jiujiang exile. Xunyang has no music, neither strings nor bamboo for a whole year.
My residence is near the town by the river, low and humid, and the house is surrounded by bitter reeds and yellow rushes. What can you hear here in the morning and evening? The cuckoo's bleeding cry, the ape's sobbing.
I often pick up the wine and drink it alone in the spring morning with flowers and the autumn night with moonlight shining. Of course, there are folk songs and bagpipes in the village, but they are rough and harsh, and they are harsh in my ears.
Tonight, when I heard you playing the guitar, I felt that my hearing was illuminated by wonderful music. Don't leave us. Come, sit down. Play it for us again. I will write a Long song about guitar. ..
... she was moved by my words, stood there for a while, and then sat down to play her strings-they sounded even sadder. Although the tune was different from what she had played before, all the listeners covered their faces.
But which of them cried the most? , this Jiujiang officer. My blue sleeves are wet. "Listen to the clever teacher playing the piano"-Tang Tong's words are unscrupulous and resentful.
Like the wind, who is singing the flag? A soldier likes to fight the king with his sword. Clouds and catkins have no roots, and the world is wide and far away.
There were hundreds of birds, and suddenly I saw a lonely phoenix. The cliffs pressed people to climb, and the dark valley collapsed under the thunderous sound of collapse.
I am ashamed that I have a pair of ears and a pair of music. I am too ignorant to appreciate music. Listening to your music, the piano suddenly rose, making people sit down low.
In the panic, I reached out to block my chin, and tears had already poured into my eyes. Smart and sincere, there is no ice charcoal for my intestines.
Li Ping's Quotations-Gao Qiu in Tang and Shu Dynasties, blank clouds are stagnant. Jiang Yue wept for Motome's sadness, while Ping Li was playing China.
Kunshan jade broken Fengming, hibiscus crying, Xianglan laughing. The cold light melts in front of the twelve gates, and the twenty-three silk moves the purple emperor.
Nu Wa makes up the sky by refining stones, and the stones break the ground to stir up the autumn rain. Dreaming of teaching immortals in Kunshan, the old fish danced in waves.
Wu Mian leans against the laurel tree, showing his feet and flying obliquely to wet cold rabbits. "Listening to Shi Ying and Qin Ge" —— Tang Lihe bid farewell to Puyun's sweet-scented osmanthus bamboo, and the double phoenix language on the string of Shu State.
The hibiscus leaves fell and left in autumn, and the King of Yue began to visit Tianmu Mountain at night. The dark minister knocks on the water jade, and the moth crossing the sea attracts the white deer.
Who will see the sword take the long bridge, who will see Chun Zhu immersed in the topic. Monk Zhu stood in front of us, and the truth in the Vatican Palace stood in awe.
Guqin Pagoda is eight feet long, and the old tree in Fuyang is not a tung grandson. The scent of strings in the pavilion surprised the patients, and the medicine bag bid farewell to the dragon beard for the time being.
Please sing a song and ask your singer to sing a song. What's the advantage of being a courtesy officer and humbling yourself? Monks in Shu listen to you playing the piano-Li Bai, a monk in Shu, carrying a blue silk lute box, went down to Emei Mountain in the west.
When I hear the sound of Matsutani, I wave my hand at will. The sound of the bell rang, and it turned into a frosty bell. My heart was quiet, as if it had been washed with water.
Unconsciously, dusk enveloped the castle peak, and the autumn clouds were bleak, covering the dusk sky. Let's talk about listening to Dong playing the flute. Mrs. Cai wrote this song long ago and sang eighteen verses one by one. "。
Hearing this, the conference semifinals were filled with tears, and the grass was wet. Han made pork liver sausage for Guike. The border town is full of smoke, the grassland is overcast and the snow is falling.
Autumn leaves were stunned when the player brushed the strings and feathers first. Mr. Dong is ingenious, and ghosts and gods also come out to eavesdrop.
Very handy to slowly knead the fast dial, and the reciprocating gyration seems to contain emotions. The voice of the mountain birds scattered and gathered, and the song was as dark and clear as Wan Yun.
Young people scream at night, just like Titan's mother cries. The river listened to the song, the waves calmed down and the birds stopped singing.
It seems that Princess Wusun is far away from home, like Princess Xu Wencheng's feud. The pipa is melodious and free, like a strong wind blowing wildly, and the rain falls on the tiles.
Like the rustle of spring, the rustle of trees, and the singing of wild deer. Chang 'an City is adjacent to the Intermediate People's Court, and the palace gate is in the center of the palace.
Fang Guan is not fettered by fame and fortune, and longs for Alice's play day and night. Zheng Nv plays the zither-Tang Gu Kuang Zheng Nv can play the zither at the age of eight, blowing the sound of heaven.
Yong Men's tears, red carp's two tears, white ape's three tears. When Zheng's daughter went out to attend her husband's marriage, she lost her leisure time.
High-rise buildings don't hide their voices, so they are ashamed to kill Huang Yinger. Listen to the flute and leave Zheng Haifa-Liu Tang Changqing once pitied me in Changsha, bringing wine and sand to send the relocated guests.
Where there is plenty of grass in the sea, who can play the flute on the river? The flute can make lonely guests worry, and the waves are as light as water.
The sound of business is bright and the sound of feathers is bitter, and the river is silent. Listening to the sound of Guanshan, the moonlight in Sanxiang is sad.
Blowing the willow tree again stirs up silence, and thousands of miles of spring scenery hurts people's hearts. Where does it fall with the wind? Only the winding lake is deep.
After Farming left you, he turned white immediately. "Listen to the Zheng"-Yuan Tang-style wine wakes up at the beginning of the month, and the jade Zheng is tuned in the small building at the beginning of the month, which means that the tone is light and clear, the melody is peaceful, and every word is resentful.
Just as the warbler rings at the bottom of the flower and wails outside the lonely cloud, it drops golden rain and breaks the jade pot ice. Listen, it's full of heartbreak! On the River of Musical Instrument Store-Tang Jiang Changjian held a jade piano, with one string clear and one heart.
The seven strings of Lingling are all over the ground, and the wood is full of melancholy clouds. It can make the river white and make the river deep.
I only know that the branches of buttonwood trees can be decorated with gold. Listening to Lu playing the piano on a moonlit night-Tang Li Bai sat idly in the sky with the bright moon, while others played the piano.
Suddenly I heard the tune of "Very Taiwan", which seemed to be the voice of "Han Song". The fingering of Snow White makes your delicate hands busy, and the syllable of "green water" really nourishes your heart.
Unfortunately, Zhong Ziqi has long since passed away, and there is no such confidant in the world. Listening to Zheng Playing the Piano —— The hometown of Tang Dynasty has clear scenery, and the fairy plays the piano.
The autumn moon is empty and the mountains are silent, and the spring breeze is born overnight. The insects stopped ringing in the sand, and the crane was surprised for the first time.
Because of the feeling of flashy world, who pity too much love. "Listen to Chu Shi play the piano"-Tang Fanggan fiddled with seven silks for several years and scored ten points.
The sound of spring leaves the bottom of the stone, and the pine contains the delicate rhyme of frost branches. Looking at the rabbit's first full moon night outside the window, all the cicadas on the bamboo were scattered.
Only at this time, the heart can be quieter and the sound can be taught by future generations. Listen to Zhao Xiucai.
6. Poems about Things and Appreciation of Poems about Things on Pipa (Parallel Prose). Here, our group analyzes the development stage of music by looking for sentences describing music in poetry.
... she turned the tuning pin and tested several strings, and even before she played, we could feel her feelings. Every string is a kind of meditation, and every note is a kind of deep thinking, as if she were telling us the pain of her life. She frowned, bent her fingers, and then started her music, letting her heart share everything with us bit by bit. She brushes the strings, twists them slowly, sweeps them and plucks them, first "Nishang" and then "Six Yao". First of all, it is amazing to write a pipa girl and gently pluck the strings for audition. "Before she plays, we can feel her feelings", which shows the superb skills of the pipa girl. Then, through a series of descriptions of Pipa girl's movements and songs, it not only shows her exquisite piano playing skills, but also shows her intention to express her inner feelings through songs.
The first paragraph: the big string hums like rain, and the small string whispers like a secret. Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade. Use "noisy" and "earnest" to simulate the sound, and use "torrential rain" and "whispering" to express it, which makes the description of music more vivid. But this is not enough to express the tune at this moment, so there are descriptions of whispering and torrential rain, and the hearing and vision coexist like pearls of all sizes pouring into a plate of jade, which is dazzling and dizzying, fully showing the eager and happy mood at the beginning of music.
The second paragraph: the flower bottom of Guan Yingying's speech is very slippery, so it is difficult for you to swallow the spring water and flow down the ice. The ice spring is cold and astringent, and the strings condense, and the condensation will never stop. The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice. The sound of "under the stage" is light and smooth, which is like "flower bottom". The beauty of visual image strengthens the beauty of auditory image. The sound of "choking" is sad and choked, which is like "flowing under the ice" The coldness of visual image intensifies the coldness of auditory image. From "coldness" to "silence" is a process of "voice pause". The poet described the artistic realm of lingering sound with the quatrains of "Don't be sad and hate life, silence is better than sound", which is amazing. At this time, the music is full of sadness and hatred, which makes people think that the music is over.
The third paragraph: a silver vase suddenly burst, pouring out a stream of water, jumping out of armored horses and weapons, conflicts and blows. Silence contains infinite power and cannot be suppressed. Finally, like a silver bottle bursting out of water, it came into being, and the iron horse with a knife and gun roared, and the music ushered in a vigorous climax.
Finale: Before she put down the pick, she ended with a blow, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk. The music reached its climax, but it came to an abrupt end. Although a song is over, its soul-stirring and soul-stirring musical charm has not disappeared.
The moonlight in the heart of the river is full of aftertaste: the author uses the side of the last sentence to set off endless musical charm.
Techniques used in music description: metaphor and double voice.
By reading poems, we feel that music is sometimes sad, sometimes soothing, sometimes refreshing and sometimes shocking.
7. In the spring night, I heard the flute in Los Angeles. Don Li Bai, whose Jade Emperor was secretly released and scattered in the spring breeze, filled with Los Angeles.
In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick. Whose exquisite flute is secretly melodious.
As the spring breeze flutters, it spreads all over Luoyang. In tonight's song, I heard the "broken willow" in my hometown, so no one's homesickness will arise.
Li Ping introduced Tang, Shutong and Zhang, and the empty mountain stagnated. Jiang Yue wept for Motome's sadness, while Ping Li was playing China.
Kunshan jade broken Fengming, hibiscus crying, Xianglan laughing. The cold light melts in front of the twelve gates, and the twenty-three silk moves the purple emperor.
Nu Wa makes up the sky by refining stones, and the stones break the ground to stir up the autumn rain. Dream into the holy mountain to teach the gods, and the old fish dance with the waves.
Wu Mian leans against the laurel tree, showing his feet and flying obliquely to wet cold rabbits. In the late autumn night, I played a beautiful piano made in Shutong, Wu Si.
Hearing the wonderful music, the white clouds in the sky condensed and stopped floating. Hunan and Hubei shed tears among the bamboos for nine days.
This is because musician Li Ping plays in Beijing. The music is crisp and beautiful, just like Kunlun Mountain is beautiful and jade is broken, and the phoenix chirps.
Sometimes let hibiscus cry in the dew, and sometimes let vanilla laugh. The crisp music melted the cold phosgene in front of the twelve gates of Chang 'an.
Twenty-three strings were put high and lightly, which touched the flying god. High-pitched music rose into the sky and rushed to the sky where Nu Wa filled the stone.
It seems that the colorful stone that filled the sky was broken, and the autumn rain fell all over the sky. In the illusion, the musician seems to have entered the holy mountain and taught the fairy skills.
The old fish jumped excitedly in the waves, and the thin jiaozi danced happily. In the Moon Palace, WU GANG was attracted by music and stayed up all night under the laurel tree.
The rabbit under the laurel tree also stood by and listened, regardless of the dew flying obliquely, and it was chilly. Our host Tang provided rich wine to make the night mellow and invited his Yangzhou guests to play the pipa for us.
Facing the bright moon, black crows are flying, frost is hanging on thousands of trees, and the wind is blowing through our clothes. But a bronze stove added its light to the flower candles, the pipa played green water, and then the Queen Chu.
Once it started playing, there was no other sound: a spell was cast at the party and the stars became thin. Qinghuai sent an envoy a thousand miles away, so he said goodbye and went on his way again, down the hill.
The host mixed the wine, and everyone got together tonight, and the pianist plucked the strings, adding a lot of color to the feast. The bright moon shines on the crows in Chengtou, and the cold wind blows clothes in first frost.
The fire is warm and candles add luster. The artist plays "Lushui" first, and then "Princess Chu".
When his piano rang, everything was silent, and the four seats listened with bated breath. I was ordered to leave my hometown for Guanqinghuai to tell everyone that I am retiring from Yunshan.
Listen to Tang Zheng Li Duanming's Zheng Jinsu Zhu, and you will shine on a golden harp. Trying to please Zhou Lang as much as possible, you see she deliberately dialed the wrong string.
The guzheng in Suzhou, Jin makes a beautiful sound, and the beauty who plays with her hands sits in front of the jade house. I tried my best to win the favor of Zhou Lang. You see, she deliberately dialed the wrong string from time to time.
On a spring night, I heard the flute. Tang Yi played the flute in Hanshan to call for spring return, and the guests were moved to look at each other. Countless geese parked by the lake in the evening have been eager to fly north until dawn.
The cold mountain plays the flute to call spring back to the earth, and the displaced people can't help but look at each other with tears. The geese that have stopped at Dongting Lake for countless nights are eager to fly north before dawn.
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How can it be clear when the wind stops at night? Immortal invisible, blowing sheng in recent months.
Crimson lips absorb aura, and jade fingers adjust their true voices. What is a real sound? Three mountains are full of love for cranes.
The past has become dust, I want to listen to this song. I'm lying in Songcen today. I'm glad to hear your voice.
Immortals reward me and sing my heart.
8. The sentences describing music are like Chun Xue and the sounds of nature. This song should only be in the sky, and it is rare to hear it on earth!
Walking around the beam for three days, the sound is endless. Cheerfulness falls in my heart, just like some lively spirits, baptizing my soul.
The sound of this song lasted for three days. Listen carefully, a deep and floating feeling will occupy the scientific mind, as if all the noise has gone away, leaving only the voice of nature. People were intoxicated by the beautiful music melody and Lost on the Road. Just like the spring breeze of Green Jiang Nanan, it is as quiet as the spring rain that "dives into the night with the wind", and things are as quiet as the bright moon among pine forests.
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