On a moonlit night, the piano sounds like a dream, and the breeze blows gently in the middle of the lake. On a quiet moonlit night, the sound of the piano floated into my ears like a dream, gently stroking the heart lake, as if the breeze had blown and gradually bloomed.
The strings are broken like tears, and the melody is clear like a stream. The broken voice seems to be telling an affectionate story, and the melody is like a clear stream, which makes people relaxed and happy.
Fingertips flick, notes dance like butterflies, and they are euphemistic. The player's fingertips brushed the strings gently, and the notes danced like butterfly feathers and floated in the air like paintings.
The sound of the piano is like a tide, undulating like a mountain, unrestrained and calm. The sound of the piano is like a raging tide, sometimes undulating like a mountain, sometimes unrestrained like the wind, and sometimes calm like a lake.
Powerful, like a sword ringing a golden drum; Soft and tactfully, like an unfolding picture. Sometimes the piano has a powerful charm, just like a sword knocking on a golden drum; In another moment, the sound of the piano is soft and tactfully, just like an unfolding landscape painting.
The piano sounds like water, rippling the lake of the soul, and the ripples gradually spread. The sound of the piano is like water waves, gently rippling on the lake of the soul, and the ripples gradually spread, which makes people fall into endless reverie.
The sound of the piano is like a feather, gentle as a mother's care, and warm as the morning sun. The sound of the piano gently brushed my face like a feather, like my mother's care, warming people's hearts, like the rising sun.
Piano flows in the night, like starlight, just like Yue Xian. The piano sound in the night is like starlight, elegant and mysterious, like music in fairyland.
Yin Qin blends into nature and seems to dance the song of life with wind, rain, flowers and birds. The sound of the piano seems to be integrated with nature, dancing with the wind and rain, flowers and birds, and painting a harmonious picture.
The sound of the piano is as moist as spring water, moistening things silently, but touching the deepest part of the soul. The sound of the piano, like spring water, moistens everything silently, but it stirs ripples in the depths of the soul and causes profound * * * sounds.