1 "Walking on the Road and Living in Spring" Bai Juyi
The garden is sprinkled with light rain, and it is easy to find a new sunny day.
The pool surface is washed in the low wind, and the flower heart is torn apart in the slanting sun.
It helps the orchid to be overcast, and the spring adds water to the color.
It is better to save trouble than pottery, and still have a stringed piano. Only for a piano.
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On a sunny night in the bamboo yard, when the pine window is not lying down,
* * Qin is his wife, and there is an autumn period with the moon.
Jade is in the wind for a long time, and the golden wave is out of the fog late.
I know that the quiet sound is waiting for the clear scenery .. Playing on one's own is not as good as listening to others.
5 "Night Cool" Bai Juyi
It's cool in the open air, and the old man puts on his clothes first.
Where to throw his waist-dancing sleeves, only a harpsichord is needed.
6 "Eat Enough" Bai Juyi
After eating enough, he caresses his pillow and sleeps.
Shallow drinking. There is no peace of mind.
7 East Courtyard Bai Juyi
The bamboo porch of Panasonic is under the room, and the warm eaves are covered with rope beds on sunny days.
There are three volumes of Jing Ming Ju Jing, and Mr. Rong Qi has a piano.
He is tired of orange vinegar when he is old, and he is thirsty for tea when he is ill.
Sometimes, he idles and has no company, and he is drunk alone. < Nothing goes to the center.
When you move the bed, you will lie on the eaves of the sun, and you will lie on the side of the piano.
9 "Music on the River" is often built.
On the river, the jade piano is raised, and one string is clear and one heart is clear.
After seven strings, the trees are full of gloom.
It can make the river white and the river deep. A few hundred people are searching for a lonely height.
Ling Xiao is unyielding and humble.
Old roots are strong, and the sun leaves are more cloudy.
I think about the banjo when I am young.
11 Bamboo House Wang Wei
leaning alone in the close bamboos, I am playing my lute and humming a song.
too softly for anyone to hear,. Try to watch carefully with the lamp.
Hang an empty lent as a piano companion, and you don't need to take it with you to chop Loulan.
13 "Farewell to Friends in Spring Night" Chen Ziang
A silver candle spits smoke, and a golden statue gives a wonderful banquet.
Leave the hall and think about the harp, and don't take a detour around the mountains and rivers.
The bright moon hangs high on the trees, and the long river does not dawn.
It's not enough to miss you for half a day.
The sea is still limited, and there is no shore for you to miss you.
When you take the piano to a tall building, the building is full of empty moonlight.
Playing the lovesick song, the string and intestines are broken for a while.
15 "Xiaoxiang God" Liu Yuxi
Spotted bamboo branches, spotted bamboo branches,
Tears are sent to miss you. < p When I was relaxed and happy, suddenly a breeze fluctuated. Far away, there are many piano sounds, which are long and lingering, but a kind of sentiment is stirring. Although the piano sounds like a complaint, all the best times, the brightest wind and frost, or the original appearance, are slowly flowing. The sound of the piano is like a complaint, which is to clarify the heart after Qian Fan, and to precipitate all the grandeur when we are separated by the sea. After understanding, under every note, a calm and flexible mind is buried.
The sweetness of meeting and the bitterness of loneliness are all memories of you and me. Colorful, transparent and fascinating poems belong to your music love songs! Take you back to your first love, home, and the morning dew of life, and have a sweet rest in the embrace of the piano sound-the pure piano sound, complaining about infinite love. Elegant piano playing can bring back good memories of the places you once loved.
In the piano world, romantic feelings are explained with flowing notes. Perfect sound effects and wonderful performances will give you excellent music enjoyment. 3. Statements describing the piano
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A beautiful sentence describing the sound of the piano talks about the mood: the piano pops up like a spring, flowing down from your fingers; Piano sounds like nature, playing the most beautiful songs in my heart; The sound of the piano is like a mountain path, winding and winding; The sound of the piano is like the singing of nature, which can not help but be carved and simple and natural; Piano sound is the voice of the heart, which interprets the inner ups and downs and mental journey of the player; Piano sound is beautiful jade, warm and soft, close to the soul; Piano sound is spring water, which melts into blood in coordination with the rhythm of the heart. 1. Staggered black and white keys breeds all kinds of wonderful music, and gently touches and presses a group of chords, which vibrate to produce incredible music. The piano is so charming, it is simple and vivid, and any unexpected sound can be expressed on the clean black and white keys, and there are pedals, which may not attract attention, but it sublimates the soul of music. When your hands fall on the keys, Passionate, let us be passionate about life. Feminine, let us enter a kind world! 3. The timbre of the piano is simple and rich, soft as winter sunshine, bright, warm and calm. Cold as steel balls scattered on the ice, with clear grains and penetrating bones. As fierce as a roaring deep sea, it shakes people's hearts and shakes people's hearts. As deep as the night, if the sound is silent, it has its own bottomless power to spread to the sky. When I sat in front of the piano, my thoughts came back to reality, and I couldn't help feeling a lot. For the piano, I sacrificed my childhood, which I should have played heartily, but it was this "golden period" of my life that made me brilliant today! 5. It's amazing to have an automatic piano playing. It consists of tens of thousands of parts. As long as you put the perforated score into the piano and step on the pedal with your foot, it can automatically read the score and pop up wonderful music. 6. I love crystal clear icebergs. 4. Poems about Qin
Playing the piano on Liu Changqing's cold seven strings, of a cold wind in the pines.
singing old beloved songs, which no one cares for any more. Two Qin songs, Sima Xiangru's phoenix, phoenix, and phoenix, returned to their hometown and traveled around the world to seek their emperor.
when I didn't meet you, I didn't know what to do. Why don't you realize that I'm going to be promoted to Sishang! There are gorgeous ladies in the boudoir, and people in the room are poisoning my intestines. Why do you want to be a mandarin duck, and you are soaring! The emperor Xi Xi lives from me, and he has to be a princess forever.
who knows each other in the middle of the night? My wings are flying high, and I feel sad when I miss them. Listening to Liu Zunshi playing the piano, Cao Ye once heard cicadas alone in the Qing Sea, and listened to the spring at night.
unlike the quiet place in the Zhaitang, autumn sounds often have seven strings. Listening to Ying Shi playing the piano and Han Yunni's children's words, the grievances are like yours.
The row becomes majestic, and the warrior goes to the enemy field. Turn into floating clouds eee logo, do not have to round the boundless road fans down the east west.
There are hundreds of birds, and suddenly I see a lonely phoenix. Cliff cliffs press people to climb, the dark valley collapse under the collapse of a thunderous sound.
I have two ears, so I don't have to listen to silk. Listen to your music of the piano suddenly rose, shaking people to take a seat is low.
push the hand to stop it, and the wet clothes will burst into tears. Master good kung fu is not unusual, don't fill my chest with ice and fire. On hearing jun the buddhist monk from shu play his lute Li Bai the monk from Shu with his green silk lute-case, walking west down Emei Mountain.
has brought me by one touch of the strings, the breath of pines in a thousand valleys. The sound of the sound of the sound of the bells, and into the bells of frosty day, my heart is quiet, such as washed by water.
and I feel no change though the mountain darken, and cloudy autumn heaps the sky. Qin Ge Li Qi our host, providing abundant wine to make the night mellow, asks his guest from Yangzhou to play for us on the lute.
In toward the moon that whitens the city-wall, black crows are flying, the frost makes the wind blow into the clothes. But a copper stove has added its light to that of flowery candles, and the lute plays The Green Water, and then The Queen of Chu.
once it has begun to play, there is no other sound:, a spell is on the banquet, while the stars grow thin. But three hundred miles from here, in Huai, official duties await him, and so it's farewell, and the road again, under cloudy mountains.
playing the piano in Liu Changqing, your seven strings are like the voice and of a cold wind in the pines. Although I love this ancient tune, most people don't play it today.
seeing off the violinist Mao Minzhong northbound at sunset in front of Mount Cisse in Wang Yuanliang, it rained outside Beiguan Gate. Southerners shed tears and northerners laughed, and I bowed my head and worshipped the cuckoo.
The four chapters of Qin Qu Cao Xueqin's wind is rustling and autumn is deep, and the beauty is thousands of miles away. Where do you look at your hometown? Leaning against the railing, tears stained my chest.
the mountains are far away and the water is long, and the moonlight shines on the porch window. I'm sleepy, the milky way is dim, and my shirt is timid and the wind is cold.
what happened to my son is not free, and it is troublesome to give it. My son and I are congenial, thinking of the ancients and giving nothing to others.
life is like a light dust, and there is a feeling of regret between heaven and earth. I feel sorry for you, how can I go to heaven and moon! Qingping Music Qinqin Gorge title wall Nalanxing De Ling Ling all night who is the bosom friend? It's like a dream, and it's hard to write a song with sorrow. People in the clouds call for red scarves and green sleeves with wild geese falling in the west wind, and don't teach the hero to shed tears. Zhu Li Guan Wang Wei leaning alone in the close bamboos, I am playing my lute and humming a song.
too softly for anyone to hear, except my comrade, the bright moon. Send the sword and Fu Yansao Xin Qiji Mo Xie three feet according to the cold, try and take a closer look at the lamp.
Hang Kongzhai as a piano companion, and you don't need to take it to chop Loulan. On the spring night, I bid farewell to my friend Chen Ziang's silver candle and spit out smoke, and Jin Zun gave a feast to Yee.
when you leave the hall, you should think about the harp and harp, and take another road around the mountains and rivers. The bright moon hangs high above the trees, but the long river does not dawn.
Go to Luoyang for a long time. When will this meeting be held? Acacia complains that Li Ye's humanity is deep in the sea, and it is not worth half of it.
the sea is still limited, and acacia is boundless. Take the piano to a tall building, and the building will be full of empty moonlight.
playing the lovesick song, my heart broke for a while. Xiaoxiang God Liu Yuxi sent acacia with mottled bamboo branches and tears.
Chu Ke wants to listen to heptachord's complaint, and it's late at night in Xiaoxiang. Meng Haoran, at The Mountain-Lodge of the Buddhist Priest Ye at Night Waiting in Vain for My Friend Ding, now that the sun has set beyond the western range, the swarm of gullies has fallen.
and now through pine-trees come the moon and the chill of evening, and my ears feel pure with the sound of wind and water. The firewood in the mountains was almost gone, and the birds had just returned to their resting place.
and still -- because you promised -- I am waiting for you, waiting, playing lute under a wayside vine. In Summer at the South Pavilion Thinking of Xin Meng Haoran the mountain-light suddenly fails in the west, in the east from the lake the slow moon rises.
I loosen my hair to enjoy the evening coolness, and open my window and lie down in peace. The wind brings me odours of lotuses, the bamboo dew drops off.
I would take up my lute and I would play has no bosom friend. And so I think of you, old friend, I'm finally dreaming.
Si Kongtu, the twenty-four poems, is very straightforward and thoughtful. Suddenly meet a stranger, such as seeing the heart of Tao.
the song of Qingjian, the shade of green pine, a guest with firewood and a guest listening to the piano. Where love goes, it's wonderful not to seek for itself, but to meet it from the sky, so it's cold and pleasant to hear.