1. Listen to a famous song and write a composition
My favorite famous song
I want to block the throat of fate, and it will never completely destroy me. overwhelming. ——Inscription
The four movements are rigorous in structure, concise in technique, vivid in image, passionate in emotion, grand in spirit, and full of strong artistic appeal. They constitute it - the Symphony of Destiny.
The four notes at the beginning are strong and heavy. It is fate knocking on the doors and windows, seeming to be filled with faint panic. The bright Allegro and sonata form run through the first movement, pushing the music forward. The passionate, powerful and courageous melody reflects Beethoven's strong will full of indignation and challenge to feudal forces. The French horn has a horn tone that is changed from the motivation of fate. It is gentle, lyrical and beautiful, and seems to be telling Beethoven's desire and pursuit of happiness and a better life. Gradually, the modulations began to become more frequent, which was the intrusion of fate's motives again.
When the first movement gradually came to an end, panic and tenderness merged in the music, giving me a grand and unobstructed momentum. I wonder if Beethoven a hundred years ago was also there. With such an excited mood, he interprets his praise of the people's strong will to overcome darkness and his belief in victory?
The second movement opens with a slightly faster Andante and double theme variations. The elastic rhythm and ups and downs of the melody are more lyrical and serene. The hero's optimism and the confidence and strength gained from contemplation for further struggle are vividly displayed at this moment. The cello and double bass sounded eager tones, but the violin sighed helplessly. In the third movement, fate is still threatening, and fate still wins the first stage of the decisive battle. However, the darkness will pass, and the dawn is just around the corner. Accompanied by the dance theme played by bass strings, the inspiring passage is slowly performed, which symbolizes the people's confidence and optimism in fighting against the forces of darkness. The band's vocal range is increasing, the sound is strengthening, and an irrepressible force leads the music directly into the glorious finale.
The majestic triumphal march has a brilliant melody and is joyful. It is the incomparable joy of the people's victory. The threatening voice of fate sounded again in the distance, but it was already struggling to survive and could no longer stop the forward trend of history. The brilliant and bright tune sounded again, overwhelming the people, and the people's incomparable joy of finally winning after struggle. At this moment, it is no longer possible to describe it in words. This decisive battle with fate finally ended with a complete victory for the light.
This is the symphony of destiny, high-pitched, exciting and inspiring. This song is a challenge and cry to fate after experiencing the hardships of life and enduring double damage to the body and soul. It is a narration of loneliness, a confession of illness, a vent of anger, and a torture of the misfortune of life!
From Beethoven's music, I read his tenacity and resistance to misfortune, and I was deeply shocked by Beethoven's indomitable spirit of grabbing fate by the throat and using music to reshape life!
I love it - Symphony of Destiny. It taught me optimism, perseverance, and never flinching in the face of fate. Difficulties and failures are not terrible. As long as I can persevere and never give up, no matter how many hardships and hardships I encounter, they will become a stepping stone to success. As long as I can persevere and remain determined, I will always be strong! 2. Find a paragraph describing the appearance of the flute
These are beautiful sentences describing the flute.
The sound of the flute continued to float in the air, and I jumped into the ocean of notes. When the beautiful rhythm spread in my ears - high and low; melodious and exciting - my heart also Turbulence ensues.
The unique timbre of the flute fills the room, like a pastoral poem, elegant, light, quiet and far away; like a gurgling stream, gentle and crisp, singing softly; and like a hometown song. The original scenery has no carved ornaments and is fresh and natural.
Standing alone on the bow, a transverse flute is flying in the dusk. The melodious flute sound teases the red clouds in the sky, and the scattered flute music dances the reeds on both sides of the bank.
On a lonely night, whose flute plays the wind strings, like the fragrance of flowers on the other side doing an elegant dance, falling or rising together, gently drifting past the ears from far to near, filling the heart.
Suddenly there was a burst of beautiful flute sound, as if I was in a beautiful dream, intoxicating, as if flowers were blooming all over my heart in an instant, making me excited. It seems like the whole world is listening, which makes people addicted.
Suddenly the flute sound became lively and interesting, whirling repeatedly, the beautiful melody falling layer by layer, and the speed gradually increased, which really felt like "singing late".
The sound of the flute in the quiet night comes from an open heart. It floats melodiously and echoes continuously, lingering with infinite reveries and thoughts, slowly soaring.
A piece of music that has passed through the ages can be heard endlessly, creating thousands of ripples; a melodious flute song can be heard as it weeps and complains, gently turning into the curve of the sea water.
The beautiful and elegant sound of the flute lingers in the ears, as if freehand pictures are laid out in front of the eyes.
I have to admire, the sound of this flute is simply the sound of nature - such a beautiful, so melodious, so desirable flute sound, the notes touched every nerve in me, how can I not be fascinated by it? Tremble and praise it?
When the sky is dyed rouge by the setting sun, the loud, melodious, and exciting sound of the flute ripples in the quiet Yongdao Street and slowly disappears at the end of the street.
The sound of the flute gradually became softer and quieter, the fishing boat moored and slept, and my heart was immersed in the cantabile melody according to the rhythm, then high, then calm, then far away...
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As the sound of the flute faded away, I returned to my innocent childhood with a touch of sadness, outlining my infinite nostalgia for the past.
The sound of the flute renders the dusk scene in the mist and rain into a poetic and confusing place, reminding people of the sound of the xun from the ancient city wall in Jia Pingwa's novels.
The sound of the flute rises into the deep sky with stars and bright moon, dancing gracefully with the clouds, like the noise of heaven and earth turning into a gorgeous tapestry, a silent spiritual scroll, a song Fresh and mysterious sounds of nature.
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< p> These are sentences that describe the appearance of the flute.The bamboo flute is made of a bamboo tube. The inside is hollowed out to form an inner chamber, and the outside is cylindrical. There are 1 blowing hole, 1 membrane hole, 6 sound holes, 2 basic sound holes and 2 auxiliary sound holes. 3. Use the moonlight, spring scene, and flute sound to write an essay of about 300 to 400 words. Urgent~~~~~~~~~
I will give you a few articles that you can combine to write about the moonlight: 1 .The moon is gentle. Whenever I look at such a bright moon disk, I just want to sit in silence.
Anyone who goes there or has distracting thoughts will make me feel *** guilty. Because of sleep, I have missed too many people's simple and pure moonlight, just like the passing of time, the past has been eliminated before it can be sent away, and the coming has been experienced before it can be welcomed.
After so many reincarnations, I am grateful that the moonlight tonight still allows me to find this surprising tranquility. Always in a quiet sleep, the moonlight pours softly, like the years passing through my fingers in ignorance.
It slipped and went wrong, and I never noticed it. If I hadn’t been bathing in the clear light on such a pure moonlit night, I wouldn’t have realized how much I missed the feeling of looking up at the moon. I wouldn’t have realized that in those In the passing years, all the joys and sorrows have been staged... In the clear light, you can think about anything, you can not think about anything, you can remember everything deliberately, and you can throw away everything. I am just an empty shell, with no privacy or hiding, because the eternal moonlight can shine directly into my body - this can wash away all the brilliance... Under this clear scene of light that fills the sky, my heart Dull pain, struggle, and hesitation are just things that are too small and insignificant.
However, all of this, under the influence of the gentle moonlight, gradually softened, smoothed, and wiped away, like a ball of wrinkled paper, invading a vat of cool water - everything Return to peace, and the soft light of time dances. The night is gentle and the moonlight dances.
Yang Jin's words made me unable to let go - the night had slowly sunk, and my heart was slowly floating up like a floating cloud. After walking for a while, I discovered that time turns out to be something that doesn’t count. It can give you a promise, but its own cleansing power like running water washes away all persistence.
Those who can dance under the moonlight must have a strong but soft heart. Under the moonlight in the night, they stretch and dry themselves, accepting the all-pervasive cleansing and erosion of the moonlight... The night is over, the sky is bright, and the moon is dim. Now, perseverance carries all the burdens, hides the gentleness of the sleeves dancing under the moonlight, and faces the flowers blooming and falling, the clouds roll and relax... perseverance, just because there is moonlight to talk to, even under this moonlight Just sitting in silence, the aura that spreads all over the body is enough to allow us to face life calmly after the night fades... This moonlight is the gentlest hiding and the strongest support in our hearts... 2. Moon Tonight, the moon is very round and bright, like a white jade plate hanging on the vast sky. Suddenly, the dark clouds floated in the sky and floated to the side of the moon, but they really couldn't bear to cover the bright moon. They just touched the moon's round face gently and then floated away! The moonlight is like water, a breeze blows, bringing the fragrance of wild flowers, the river is flowing gurglingly, the moonlight is sprinkled on the river, like scattered silver, the green grass is under the feet, and the charming moon is in the sky , in the distance are the hazy mountains, what a leisurely nature! The moonlight is picturesque and so beautiful! The moonlight is like dreamy water, so bright and yet so hazy! I love the moonlight tonight! 3. I seem to see the moon hanging in front of the window again, pure gold in color, suspended on a blue background. Is it midnight or early morning? Is it the memory of a certain movie or a certain picture or a poem like "The Moon Rising on the Sea"? No, maybe, I haven't woken up yet, and that moon is just in my sleep.
I like the faint fragrance floating in the night, and the watery moonlight. Halfway through my sleep, in the dead of night, I will get up from the bed, open a curtain, and when I wake up, I will see all kinds of things. moon. There is that thin touch of clarity among the stars in the sky, there is the virgin-like movement back and forth in the clouds, there is the mist as transparent as gauze, and there is the brightness like jade.
I also saw the moon in various colors, pure white, milky white, golden, and blue. However, when I told others about the various shapes and colors of the moon that I saw, almost all of them said that I was awake and talking in my sleep.
So, every moonlit night, if I walk on the road, I will instinctively look up at the moon. On the streets where cars come and go, in the park of Yangliu Fudi, and on the long stone steps leading to home, when you look up, you will see the moonlight like water.
I remember the softness of the spring moon, the brightness of the summer moon, the high distance of the autumn moon, the deserted winter moon, and the fullness or absence of the moon every time. I have also compared the moonlight in the city with the moonlight in the mountains, and the moonlight among the pines and the moonlight on the water, but I really have never seen the color and appearance of the moon like that. Please keep this mark.
In order to prove that I was awake, I stopped talking in my sleep, but in my heart I always believed that the moon I saw in my sleep was real. Someone once told me that you should never look at the moon when you feel melancholy, otherwise melancholy will turn into confusion.
I think she must have had such a mood and experience. Things are different and people are different. There are a thousand Hamlets in the eyes of a thousand people, and there are a thousand moons and a moon in the hearts of a thousand people. Thousands of emotions, she will be confused, maybe, I will be calm. Who can tell clearly, is a man like the moon or is the moon pitying a man? I believe in the spirituality of all things, whether they are moving or still, strong or weak, and I can sense them by treating them with my heart.
The sun and moon are the spirits of heaven and earth, and humans are the spirits of all things. There must be communication between the spirits. That poet, in the nights of drinking and singing, didn't he become three people with the moon? He looked at the moon, missed the moon, called the moon, invited the moon, asked about the moon, drunk on the moon, admired the moon, played with the moon, and dreamed The moon, even "I want to go up to the blue sky to catch the bright moon", the moon has become the poet's lifelong lover. I suddenly want to know if the poet has seen the moon like the one in my sleep, when he patrolled the moonlight of a lake to catch the moon. When I touched it, was the texture of the moon as soft and transparent as I imagined? Or is it just like white jade that the poet thought when he was young? This month and the ancient moon shine on people who walk at night. People in ancient times and today see the same bright spring scene with the moonlight: the continuous spring rain dyes the earth green, and the soft spring breeze warms the river water.
Look, it’s raining again. The rain is like silk, light and thin. You can't hear the pitter-patter sound, and you can't feel the dripping of the fish.
It just feels like this is a kind of wet smoke, gently moisturizing the earth and people's hearts. Moistened by the spring rain, the wheat seedlings grow greener and the cauliflowers bloom more golden.
In a criss-crossing field ditch, spring water flows gurglingly. Yang trees and willow trees stretch their branches and leaves in the spring rain, greedily sucking the sweet rainwater.
1. Cute. 4. Composition on the sound of the flute in memory
One summer evening a long time ago, a 16-year-old girl was always fascinated by the sound of the flute that kept coming from the distance. The sound of the flute also contained Waves of sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance.
This happened in a small town. This town is full of ancient narrow alleys and stone roads.
A place composed of small, worn-out stone slabs next to one courtyard after another. The girl left her hometown and came to this small town without any friends. She has been living in loneliness and homesickness. It was the long and sad flute sounds that gave her a kind of comfort and sustenance.
So every night this summer, she lingered under the old wall so that she could listen to the beautiful flute sound more clearly, and she longed to see the flute player in her heart. That night, they finally met at the corner of the old wall.
The flute player was a handsome boy about the same age as the girl. The girl blushed, and the boy nodded to her politely, so they knew each other. In the days to come, the girl would stand at the corner of the old wall every day, because that was the path the flute player must pass every day.
One day, the flute player said to the girl: "You follow me at night and I will take you to a place, but you and I stay far away because I am afraid that the neighbors will see me." The girl hesitated. After a while, he nodded.
They walked through alleys one after another with a distance of 10 meters. The moonlight shone on the stone road, and the dew at night wet the girl's dress. The stone road was clear and bright. In front of them was The silent figure of the flutist led the girl forward with a huge temptation. This is her only memory when she was 16 years old.
A river appeared in front of him, and there was a silvery moonlight on the river. The boy stopped. They were still looking at each other from a distance.
In the extremely hot summer air, the girl still breathed a breath that contained countless desires and excitements in young life. The boy approached her from a distance, stretched out his hand, and held the flute tightly in his other hand.
"I just want to shake your hand and thank you for listening to my flute every day." The girl stretched out her hand for him to hold, but in a short moment they each withdrew their hands.
At this moment, they felt the tremor spreading throughout their bodies at the same time. In the girl's eyes, the flute player saw a drop of crystal tears.
"Go home, it's too late. If you're afraid, just walk in front of me.
"After the boy said this, he never dared to look up.
In this way, they walked through countless dark alleys one after another. Because it was too late, the street lights had been turned off, and finally they They broke up under the old wall. From then on, she never saw the boy again, but the sound of the flute remained in her dream.
When she left this small town two years later. , she went under the old wall again, but there was no sound of the flute, and there was no trace of the flute. The girl vaguely remembered that moonlit night, and the flutist seemed to have something to say when he left. Postscript: Some people said. , all this may have been a dream of the girl, but she denied it. She said that this was indeed a love affair she had experienced. Believe it or not, it did happen. 5. Flute Composition
The sun hung lazily in the sky that night, surrounded by a golden afterglow.
I sat alone on the seat in the community, admiring the sun that was also dyed golden. The sky. Suddenly I heard the melodious sound of the flute.
In the sound of the flute, I found the same state of mind. As if across time and space, I came to the hut where Tao Yuanming lived in seclusion, and heard the sound of Tao Yuanming reading loudly in the house. It floated into my ears and stirred in my mind... "Mom, listen! Someone is playing the flute! "A childish voice interrupted my thoughts.
In front of me was a little girl about two or three years old. She stood in the middle of the yard, tilting her head, listening to the sound of the flute carefully.
The person holding the girl's hand must be her mother. She tugged her hand hard and said, "Listen, there is no flute player anywhere. Come on, I have to cook later. "
After that, she pulled twice more. The girl followed her mother reluctantly and aggrievedly.
My heart trembled. Living in a big city People who are used to it have their ears filled with the sound of car horns, the boss's scolding and the noise in the supermarket.
All of this blocks people's ears and prevents them from hearing. Beautiful sounds. But children have not yet mixed with the world, and they still have a fresh and natural taste. They understand the sounds of nature.
But adults often forget this realm full of nature. What I envy the most is that in Tao Yuanming's era, he could hide alone in the mountains and old forests, without having to deal with the world all day long, dealing with the endless worldly affairs.
But in this era, there are not so many. Does the forest allow me to retreat from the world? I try my best to keep my original heart and be sensitive to everything, so as not to blend into the secular world. Open all the things that are full of secular flavor.
But these things always come uninvited, binding me all day long, not giving me any room to breathe. Gradually, I learned to forget. Learn to forget these dirty worlds.
My friends say I look like a misanthrope, so what if I am misanthropic? A natural heart. This is more important than those who love the world.
How many such hearts are there in the turbid world? The sound of the flute has long since disappeared. But I was immersed in the sound of the flute for a long time.