Beautiful poems about music

1. Beautiful sentences describing music are like the snow in spring and the sound of nature. This song should only be found 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.

2. 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.

Tonight, when I heard you playing the guitar, I felt that my hearing was illuminated by wonderful music.

3. Some beautiful sentences about music linger for three days, and the joy 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 are intoxicated in the beautiful music melody, "intoxicated and do not know where to go."

Just like the spring breeze of "Green Jiang Nanan", it is quiet.

Such as "sneaking into the night with the wind" spring rain, moistening things silently.

More like a bright moon shining among pine forests, quiet and clear.

People are deeply immersed in the floating world, but there is a bright moon in the sky and a breeze is blowing gently.

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 are intoxicated in the beautiful music melody, "intoxicated and do not know where to go."

Just like the spring breeze of "Green Jiang Nanan", it is quiet.

Such as "sneaking into the night with the wind" spring rain, moistening things silently.

More like a bright moon shining among pine forests, quiet and clear.

People are deeply immersed in the floating world, but there is a bright moon in the sky and a breeze is blowing gently.

Warm and clear songs

Children's Music Returning to Nature

Beautiful soul, beautiful songs

There is a warm and beautiful song like sunshine.

Pure and unusual songs

A heavy voice

A magnificent song.

4. A classical and beautiful poem describing singing: 1. A few sounds in the air, I don't want to go around Yunfei. -(Tang) Gu Kuang's "Wang Langzhong's Prostitute's Seats with Five Songs and One Song".

Interpretation: Moving songs spread from brothels to distant mountains, echoing in the valley, and ringing songs sounded in several places in the air. The song floated into the sky, and the melody filled the air, as if to entangle the clouds and prevent them from flying away.

When you sing all the new words, you can't see them, and the rosy clouds reflect the trees. -(Tang) Liu Yuxi's Four Lyrics-The Second Yes Untitled Poem

Commentary: After singing the new song, all the happy girls ran away, only the green trees were graceful in Xia Hong, and the partridges chirped occasionally.

3. The rhyme is clever * * * and the spring sounds are mixed-Pian Yu Ci by Zhou Yanbang (Northern Song Dynasty)

Interpretation: Elegant and moving vocals flow like spring water, soft and euphemistic, clear and round. In the meantime, I can occasionally hear the sound of water and stone hitting jade, which is crisp and melodious.

I am looking forward to weeping with my sleeves down. -(Tang) Poems by Du Muzhang

Commentary: Zhang Hao improved his eyes, looked around at the guests who were sitting quietly, then suddenly put down his sleeves and sang a crisp Song Like chicken.

5. When the string is twisted, the pipe is blocked and cracked. Many voices can't be heard one by one, but the wind passes through the clouds-Zhang's poem Du Mu (Tang Dynasty)

Commentary: Zhang's singing is crisp and high. Although the buttons of the strings are broken and the reed pipes are cracked, the sounds made by various musical instruments are not as good as a gentle and endless song. Very sonorous, shocking all directions.

6. Li Bai was about to go by boat when he suddenly heard singing on the shore. -(Tang) Li Bai's "Gift to Wang Lun"

Commentary: Li Bai got on the boat and was about to leave when he suddenly heard a farewell song from the shore.

7. When I heard you playing the guitar tonight, I felt that my hearing was illuminated by wonderful music. -(Tang) Bai Juyi's Pipa Trip

Interpretation: I heard her pipa tonight, as if I heard Yue Xian, but I heard nothing else.

8. Blue Sleeves, Shicheng resents the west wind. -(Song) Shi Dazu's Quiet Xiangjiang River

Interpretation: "Blue Sleeve" two sentences, the pen tip turns sharply, and the sorrow is deep. Before the poem was written, sad songs came suddenly, and sad sounds merged into autumn wind, which raised the description of sadness to a higher level.

9. Advise you to drag out an ignoble existence with shame, and play a new sound to scrape the bone salt-(Tang) Quan Deyu's "Five Miscellaneous Songs"

Interpretation: melodious music comes to an abrupt end, and the beautiful woman slowly gets up, hiding her face and lowering her eyebrows. The audience around her cheered and asked her to play another song, Scraping Bone Salt. Compared with the hilarity of the surrounding audience, the silence of the woman in the sentence shows her superb acting skills and humble attitude.

10. Singing Red Plums, Willow Branches and Peach Leaves Are Hidden-(Song) Yan's "Singing Red Plums in Huanxisha"

Interpretation: "Red plum" in the sentence refers to the tune of "plum blossom falling". "Willow branches" and "peach leaves" are puns. It's all tunes and singers' names. The previous sentence describes music as pleasing to the ear, artistic synaesthesia and "fragrance" felt by the sense of smell. The last sentence goes further, emphasizing that other people's singing skills are much worse than those of geisha who sing "plum blossom", so they have to stay at a respectful distance.

5. Praise Bai Juyi's beautiful poem Pipa Xing.

We heard a sudden sound, a guitar crossed the water, the host forgot to go home and the guests left.

We followed the direction of the melody and 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 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.

The east ship was silent, and the west ship was silent. We saw the white autumn moon entering the river.

6. Beautiful sentences describing music fell in love with the clarity and sweetness of the piano in the irritability of work, and the beautiful melody swept away the insecurity of work. Especially in the sleepy afternoon, listening to quiet music is a very enjoyable thing.

Whenever I hear something I like, I will prick up my ears and savor it. As soon as I heard the sound of * * *, I felt my whole body's pores were open, trying to catch every note that fell. Today's stereo earplugs let me feel the playing process of piano master, sliding from left to right and jumping from right to left, so seamless and wonderful! The charm of cannon is that it never tires of listening, which makes people feel very comfortable and can relieve stress. Because it has a regular melody, it makes people feel very rational, but at the same time there is a perceptual impulse. Whether you are in a good mood or a bad mood, you can listen to cannon, which can calm people at any time! Look, it's all in the song. I listen with my ears, eyes, nose, tongue and body; I also sang with my heart. I was finally attacked by a healthy paralysis, so I had it to listen to music. After that, only one person sang the song, listening and listening; There is only singing in the world. If you have ever tried to meditate on a quiet night and listen to what the world really wants to say after a day's rotation, then you will agree that true silence is not complete silence. The silence of the night is woven by a sound as delicate as foam and as dense as gauze. It is with the air, colorless and tasteless, more charming than wine and more fragrant than flowers. It is used to a person's music, and a person's music is the deepest moan of the soul. Maybe only you can understand it, but you still hope that the music you listen to will impress your surroundings and future. Music, the soul of human beings, only those who know music can understand life. Music inspires people and makes them rise. Music is memory. Music is the best charger on the journey! Music is the second language of human beings. Music is the best medicine for my healing, and no one can accompany me through the sad sea. Last night, I was caught by three fans of "Chinese and Western Silk and Bamboo Chorus" at the Chinese and Western Music Song and Dance Conference. "Golden Wind" begins with the clarinet fluttering in the wind, overlapping with the flute, forming a dream space. The wind chimes ringing from time to time around and the faint strings in the distance are like the morning fog falling on the lake in summer, but my heart is cool but warm. Singing and singing, always full of vitality.

The piano played in the dust and the moonlight was bright. 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. Although the piano sounds like a complaint, all the quietest time, the brightest wind and frost, or the original appearance, are slowly flowing. The sound of the piano, like a complaint, clarified Qian Fan's heart and precipitated all the magnificence when we faced each other across the sea. After understanding, there is a calm and flexible heart buried under every note. Music is to push people forward and achieve artistic conception and harmony. Under environmental pressure, music is driftwood.

7. What are the beautiful sentences that describe music? 1. Music is a higher revelation than all wisdom and all philosophy. Whoever can penetrate the meaning of my music can transcend the sufferings that ordinary people can't extricate themselves.

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.

8. Describe the music as wonderful. The poem is as follows: 1. This song should only exist in the sky. How many times can you hear it on earth?

Source: "Send Flowers to Qing" Tang Du Fu

Such wonderful music should only be enjoyed by immortals. How many times can ordinary people in the world listen to it in their lifetime?

Second, whose fish flute is flying in the dark and scattered in the spring breeze of Los Angeles.

Source: Tang Libai, smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a spring night.

Who's exquisite flute secretly sends out melodious sound, which flutters with the spring breeze and spreads all over Luoyang.

Third, Shu Tong Zhang, the empty mountain congeals clouds and does not flow.

Source: Li He in Tang Dynasty

In the late autumn night, I play with crickets made of Wu Si paulownia. Hearing the wonderful music, the white clouds condensed and stopped floating.

Fourth, touching the strings brings me the breath of pine trees in the mountains.

Source: "Listening to Shu Monks Playing the Piano" Tang Li Bai

He waved and played a famous song for me, and I seemed to hear the wind blowing in the wind.

Five, the lyre is all over the world, and there is no sadness.

Source: Qin Xinghe Shang Tang Changjian

After the seven strings are tuned, the surrounding forest becomes quieter and cooler.