A poem about a beautiful flute 1. A word to describe a beautiful flute.
Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass 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 muddy 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.
2. A sentence describing the wonderful flute sound
Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass 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 muddy 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. Sentences describing flute. Especially beautiful,
Outside the pavilion, by 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 horizon is long, and the corner of the sea is half broken. Say goodbye to Meng Han tonight. (Li Shutong: "Goodbye") The flute sounded like a reed flower, and Bai Niao suddenly started to walk. Don't idle your fishing rod. Who is it? 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, it is rare to hear the short flute. 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. ..
4. Beautiful proverbs about flute
1, the flute continued to float in the air, and I jumped into the ocean of this note. At this time, the beautiful rhythm spread in my ear-high and low; Melodious and passionate-the heart is also surging.
2. 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.
3. Alone in the bow, a flute flutters in the twilight, melodious flute stirs the red clouds in the horizon, and scattered flute dances the reeds on both sides.
4. On a lonely night, whose flute is plucking the strings, just like the flowers on the other side dancing gracefully, falling or rising together, gently drifting over the ears from far and near and overflowing the heart.
5. Suddenly there was a beautiful flute sound, which seemed to be in a beautiful dream, intoxicating and exciting, as if flowers had filled my heart in an instant. It seems that the whole world is listening to it, which is addictive.