The unique timbre of the flute permeates the room, like an idyllic poem, elegant and light, quiet and distant; Like a winding stream, it is clear and crisp, singing gently; Like the original scenery of my hometown, it is fresh and natural without lead carving.
Alone in the bow, a flute flutters in the dusk, the melodious flute stirs the red clouds on the horizon, and the scattered flute dances the reeds on both sides.
On a lonely night, whose flute is fiddling with the strings of the wind, just like the flowers on the other side are dancing gracefully, falling or rising together, gently drifting through the ears from far and near and overflowing the heart.
Suddenly there was a beautiful flute sound, as if I was in a beautiful dream, intoxicating, as if flowers were blooming all over my heart and exciting. It seems that the whole world is listening to it, which is addictive.
Suddenly, the flute became lively and interesting, turning repeatedly, and the beautiful melody fell layer by layer, and the speed increased one by one. It's really interesting to sing late.
The flute in the quiet night, however, comes from an open heart, melodious and floating, constantly echoing, lingering with infinite reverie and yearning, and slowly rising.
An eternal music turns to the ileum and ripples for thousands of times; A melodious flute sounds like shouting and turns into the curve of the sea.
The beautiful and elegant flute is lingering in my ears, as if a freehand brushwork picture is spread out in front of my eyes.
I have to gasp in admiration, this flute is simply the sound of nature-so beautiful, so beautiful, so desirable, the notes touch my nerves one by one, how can I not make people tremble and admire?
When the edge of the day was dyed rouge by the sunset, the loud and exciting flute rippled in the quiet crossing street and slowly disappeared at the end of the street.
The flute is getting smaller and smaller, the fishing boat is sleeping on the shore, and my heart is immersed in the melody like a rhythmic song, then it is high, then it is calm, and then it goes away. ...
The flute is fading away, and in the faint sadness, I return to my naive childhood and outline my infinite nostalgia for the past.
The flute rendered the twilight scene in misty rain poetic and confusing, reminding people of the sound from the ancient city wall in Jia Pingwa's novels.
The flute rises into the deep space with the stars and the bright moon, and dances gracefully with the clouds, just like the noise between heaven and earth turns into a gorgeous brocade, a silent and clever picture scroll, and a fresh and mysterious music.
2. Ask to describe the sentences and words of flute. Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is blue and the sky is blue. The evening breeze blows the flute, and the sunset is beyond the mountain.
Horizon, a corner of the sea, intimate friends are half scattered. A ladle of turbid wine makes me happy. Say goodbye to Meng Han tonight. (Li Shutong: "Goodbye")
The flute sounded in the reeds, and Bai Niao began to walk. Don't idle the fishing rod, think about water and clouds.
Yu Di's dark flying sound scattered into the spring breeze in Los Angeles. Who can't get homesick when they hear that there is another village in the serenade?
Chinese plum
Don Cui Daorong
At first, there was snow in the calyx, so it was difficult to draw a picture alone. There is rhyme in the fragrance, which is extremely cold.
Flute worries, oblique skill depends on disease. Against the wind, if solved, it is easy to destroy.
Chinese plum
Song Chen Liang
Thin and thin, small calyx pearl-shaped. When a flower blooms, a hundred flowers bloom and the garden is full of spring.
If you want to spread the message of spring, you are not afraid of snow burial. In di, take three fang, Dong Jun is advocated.
Chinese plum
Wang Yuan cotton
In March, the east wind blew away the snow, and the mountains in Hunan were green. No one sees Qiang Guan, and countless plum blossoms fall on the wild bridge.
Meihualuo
Xue mingxuan
There are double plums outside the eaves, and it was windy in front of the court last night. I don't know where to whistle, and I hit it.
Rome
Qingruran
The breeze and raindrops are covered with moss, and the fragrance of the desert is still audible. The forest is full of snow, and the ridge head flies like a cloud.
There is no need to blow the country across the pipe. The most precious thing is the cold branch. Looking back at the lonely mountain, there are many frost birds and butterflies.
3. Words to describe the flute What are the words to describe the flute? It is red, the flute is crisp, the window screen is shaded, and the smoke is peaceful.
Poems describing the flute:
1.
When the fixed residence is clear,
Cows blow bamboo flutes horizontally.
A song from the secluded mountain to the green,
Baiyun doesn't know this situation.
2.
When the calyx begins to contain snow,
It is difficult for a person to draw a picture.
It's always different when it smells,
Thin is better than cold.
The flute and the sad listening,
Look at the oblique branch disease.
Wind is like a solution,
It's easy not to blow the residue.
3.
Cows must ride freely,
Spring breeze, drizzle.
In the green hills and grass,
A flute and a hemp fiber.
Singing at sunrise,
The moonlight caresses the palm and returns.
Who is similar,
Nothing, just nothing.
4.
The flute pharynx leaves the pavilion and breaks the guest's soul.
Steep sails looked east at sea and the sky.
The old monk smiled and pointed out the danger of wind and waves.
Sit and look at the country and stay indoors.
5.
Jiangdian wine is first ripe,
Gao Ting Crane hasn't come back yet.
Who has a flute,
Blow a dream and lose a mountain.
Di Zi pinyin
translate freely
The wind instruments that blow horizontally in our country are also called flutes. Made of bamboo, with a row of blowholes, set of flutes, and tuned pronunciation.
Make a sentence
He played a beautiful flute.
Peter played a cheerful tune on the flute.
Like a dream, a man is still playing the flute there.
The innocent and lively flute melody in his lyrics awakened the sleeping fields and the songs of the forest swamp in my heart.
I used to be a violinist (piano, flute) in the school band.
4. The sentence praising the flute describes the sentence of the flute:
1. There are double plum trees outside the eaves, and it was windy in front of the hospital last night. I don't know where to whistle, and I hit it.
2. The flute sounded like a reed flower, and Bai Niao suddenly started to walk. Don't idle the fishing rod, think about water and clouds.
Whose rain flute flies in the dark, and the spring breeze permeates Los Angeles. Who can't get homesick when they hear that there is another village in the serenade?
4. The flute in the quiet night comes from an open heart, melodious and lingering, lingering with infinite reverie and yearning, and rising slowly. With the stars and the moon rising into the deep space, dancing gracefully with the clouds, it seems that the noise of heaven and earth turns into a gorgeous brocade, a silent and clever picture scroll and a fresh and mysterious music.
The flute in the quiet night comes from an open heart, melodious and lingering, lingering with infinite reverie and yearning, and rising slowly. With the stars and the moon rising into the deep space, dancing gracefully with the clouds, it seems that the noise of heaven and earth turns into a gorgeous brocade, a silent and clever picture scroll and a fresh and mysterious music.
6. Melodious flute and euphemistic voice, passing through tree-lined paths and floating among tall buildings, suddenly lost my heart.
7. At night, the lonely crescent moon hangs on the treetops at the head of the village, and suddenly there comes a low flute-it must be melodious, I can't sleep, and the flute slowly floats all over the small valley.
8. The flute is melodious, crisp and soft, euphemistic and clear. Just like nature, it is refreshing!
9. Ithaca folds and wanders. Melodious flute affects the afterglow of sunset, as if petals in the sky are falling one after another, embellishing dignified pictures into dreamy artistic conception.
The flute is an ancient musical instrument in China, and it is also the most representative and national musical instrument in China. China bamboo flute is one of the woodwind instruments commonly used in China traditional music, which is generally divided into Qu Di in the south, Bangdi in the north and alto flute in the middle.
Di Zi is often used in China folk music, China traditional opera, China national orchestra, western symphony orchestra and modern music, and is one of the representative musical instruments in China.
In national bands, flute is an important wind instrument and is considered as the representative of national wind music. Most flutes are made of bamboo, but there are also flutes made of stone flutes, Yu Di and mahogany, as well as ancient bone flutes. But the best raw material for making flutes is bamboo, because bamboo flutes have better sound effect and lower production cost.
5. The sentences describing the flute are particularly beautiful. Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is blue and the sky is blue. The evening breeze blows the flute, and the sunset is beyond the mountain. The sky is remote and the cape is half broken. A spoonful of turbid wine, bid farewell to Meng Han tonight. (Li Shutong: Farewell) The flute sounded among the reeds, and Bai Niao suddenly began to travel. Don't. There is snow in the calyx of Tang Cui Daorong Plum Blossom, so it is difficult to draw a picture alone. There is rhyme in the fragrance, the fragrance is clear, and I don't know the cold. Flute and worry, oblique technique depends on disease. If the headwind is like a solution, it can be easily destroyed. Plum blossoms are like thin, small calyx pearls. A flower suddenly appeared first, and all the flowers came in late spring. Want to convey the message of spring, not afraid of snow burial. The Jade Emperor rested in Lane 3, and Dong Jun was on the right. The mountains in Hunan are green. No one sees Qiang Guan, and countless plum blossoms fall on the wild bridge. Plum blossoms fall on the double plum tree outside the eaves of Xuexuan. The wind blew in front of the yard last night. I don't know where the flute is playing. Suddenly there was a beautiful flute sound, and I seemed to be in a beautiful dream, which was intoxicating. It seems that flowers are blooming in my heart in an instant, which makes people excited. It seems that the whole world is listening, which makes people indulge in the time when the sunset is dyed rouge. It is simply a bird with spirit, a bird that can sing. It sometimes seems to cry in an infinitely quiet valley; Sometimes it seems noisy in the depths of the trees in spring; Sometimes it becomes the chirp of birds ... in a noisy city, short flutes are rarely heard. The flute rendered the twilight scene in the misty rain poetic, reminiscent of the sound from the ancient city wall in Jia Pingwa's novels. I slowed down. Under the disguise of the bridge between sex and rain, my vision crossed the time and space of the years and returned to my childhood: a simple childhood, a brilliant childhood, a childhood with secrets and dreams. ..
6. To describe the flute, it is better to use 1 more.
When the fixed residence is clear,
Cows blow bamboo flutes horizontally.
A song from the secluded mountain to the green,
Baiyun doesn't know this situation.
2.
When the calyx begins to contain snow,
It is difficult for a person to draw a picture.
It's always different when it smells,
Thin is better than cold.
The flute and the sad listening,
Look at the oblique branch disease.
Wind is like a solution,
It's easy not to blow the residue.
3.
Cows must ride freely,
Spring breeze, drizzle.
In the green hills and grass,
A flute and a hemp fiber.
Singing at sunrise,
The moonlight caresses the palm and returns.
Who is similar,
Nothing, just nothing.
4.
The flute pharynx leaves the pavilion and breaks the guest's soul.
Steep sails looked east at sea and the sky.
The old monk smiled and pointed out the danger of wind and waves.
Sit and look at the country and stay indoors.
5.
Jiangdian wine is first ripe,
Gao Ting Crane hasn't come back yet.
Who has a flute,
Blow a dream and lose a mountain.
6.
Moss patterns of breezes and raindrops,
The lingering fragrance of the desert sniffed in the silence.
Forests are like snow,
Lingtou flies away half like a cloud.
You don't need a horizontal pipe to blow this country,
I have nothing but empty branches and cold nights.
Looking back on the lonely mountain and the way down,
Frost birds and butterflies are in abundance.
7.
In the thatched cottage and thousand peaks,
In the picture of human habitation.
Parrot green wrapped in stone,
Rhododendron rhododendron
Shadows and flowers sift through the moon,
The fragrant curtain fluttered in the wind.
There's nothing wrong with leaning against the railing,
Playing the flute for Shan Weng.
8.
Among several tobacco trees,
Zhuzhan is the best name.
The hut was repaired in autumn,
Yamada plows every other year.
The sunset returns to the flute,
Zero dew throat insect sound.
What's more, the village Weng said:
I have never been in this city in my life.
9.
Occasionally, when I see the mountain exposed,
Sleeping alone at night.
Wild plum contains white water,
Fishing fire makes smoke green.
The cold island melted the remaining snow,
The spring bathes the stars.
Who plays the iron flute,
The clear voice surprised the ghost.
10.
Weakness and self-pity,
The drizzle at dusk stopped the smoke.
The building head refers to the cold of playing the flute,
I want to send cotton to my body.
A songbird at midnight,
I want to fly snow to send the elderly.
Climbing branches and falling heroes' tears,
The sunset is suppressed by water.
1 1.
There is nothing wrong with the mountain house.
Send the body to the west.
Rice is cooked with flax,
Incense burns cypress seeds.
The grass slope smells the flute,
The pine trees are ringing.
The strange bottom is always dark,
There is a cloud in front of the eaves.
12
On a spring night, I smell the flute in Los Angeles.
(Tang) Li Bai
Yu Di's dark flying sound scattered into the spring breeze in Los Angeles.
In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick.
13 Liangzhou Ci
The Yellow River is getting farther and farther away, because it flows in the middle of the Yellow River, and Yumenguan is located on a lonely mountain. Why use the elegy of willow to complain about the delay of spring, old Yumenguan, a spring breeze is not blowing!