(2) I danced. After I sang, my shadow fell. The moon encouraged me.
(3) Dance down the willow heart and sing the bottom wind of the peach blossom fan.
(4) Knock the Hosta on the bamboo pole and sing a Song Like Frost.
(5) The soldiers were half dead before the battle, while the army of beautiful women was still singing and dancing.
(6) The shepherd boy rides an ox, and the song vibrates Lin Yue.
(7) The river level is willow green, and the songs of Langjiang can be heard.
(8) There are tall buildings in the northwest, which are flush with the clouds. Cross sparse junction window, aging third order. There is a string song on the floor, with a sad voice! Who can write this song? Nothing, just Qi Liang's wife. Merchants in the Qing Dynasty drifted with the wind in the Middle Song Dynasty. Sighing again and again, generosity is more than sadness. I don't care whether the singer is bitter or not, but I hurt my bosom friend. I would like to fly high for two swans.
(9) Jincheng silk pipes are connected one after another, half in the river and half in the clouds. This kind of music should only be in heaven, where can I hear it several times? I am a singer. I started out as a songwriter. )
(10) I am a madman of the Chu people, and I sang a crazy song "Arguing Confucius".
2. Poetry describing singing: We heard a sudden sound, a guitar crossed the water, the owner 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.
Although the tune was different from what she had played before, all the listeners covered their faces.
3. Ancient poems about singing 1: However, when I open my eyes, I can see the lifelong troubles in your brow. Part III Mourning
2. In February, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the willows on the embankment are drunk with spring smoke. -Don Bai Juyi
3: a pot of wine from the flowers, drinking alone. No one is with me.
4. "The fifteenth night of the first month" (Tang) Su Dao micro-fire tree silver flowers, star bridge iron locks, lights trees and thousands of lights. As soon as the moon comes. Prostitutes are ruined, and songs are ruined. The capital has been abolished, so don't worry about the timing of leaking jade. Don't let the only midnight snack pass by in a hurry this year.
5. Autumn wind in Ming Sheng, buying wine and flying snow in winter. Wang Wei: "Four Qi Poems"
6. Wang Zaijin's "Wangjiangtai": The sky is vast and thunderous, and qiantang bore falls from the sky.
7: Clouds want clothes, flowers want capacity, and spring breeze blows the threshold.
8. Wet wings of hope for a long time.
9. It's easier to see when you're away. The water is gone in spring. It's heaven and earth-Li Yu.
10: There are still 3,000 residual red trees, which are not as good as the first flowers.
1 1: Remnant clouds gather summer heat, and new rain brings autumn haze to describe 60 poems that sing well.
12: Sunview leans to the northeast, and two stones sandwich two cliffs. The sea fell before my eyes and the sky was blue. Thousands of peaks compete, and thousands of valleys are unique.
13: the stars lean down from the open space, and the bright moon goes up the river.
14: A glass of hard liquor won't last long, and sorrow and hatred are incurable.
15: If you don't climb the mountain, you don't know the height of the sky. Don't face the deep stream, I don't know the thickness of the ground. xunzi
Song and dance exultation, Children's Day; The sun is shining and thousands of new flowers are pleasant.
4. There is a poem or China's classical poem Travel Notes of Lao Can, which seems to be called Farewell. It describes a white girl with unusual singing skills: during the busy farming season, I saw another girl coming out of the background, aged about 18, 19 years old, wearing the same clothes as the last one. She has an oval face and a white face, but her appearance is just above the average person. She only feels beautiful but not charming. Then he tapped the drum hammer twice, and Fang looked up at the audience. Those eyes, such as autumn water, such as cold stars, such as orbs, such as white mercury, contain two black mercury. I looked around, and even people sitting in the distant corner felt that Wang Xiaoyu saw me; The one sitting very close, not to mention. At this sight, the whole garden was quiet, much quieter than when the emperor came out, and even a needle could be heard falling to the ground!
Wang Xiaoyu opened his lips, bared his teeth and sang a few words. At first, the sound was not very loud, but I felt an indescribable wonder: in my internal organs, it was like a piece of iron, everywhere; Thirty-six thousand pores are like eating ginseng fruit, and no pore is not carefree. After singing a dozen words, I gradually sang higher and higher, and suddenly pulled out a gyro, like a steel rope thrown into the sky, and could not help secretly exclaiming. Knowing that you are in that extremely high place, you can still turn around. After several times, it went up a layer, three or four times in succession, one after another. This is like climbing Mount Tai from the west of Ole Peak: at first glance, Ole Peak is the same, thinking that heaven is connected; When I turned to the top of Zuolai Mountain, I saw Fan Cliff on the top of Zuolai Mountain. When I turned to Fanya, I found a worse door on Fanya. The more dangerous, the more dangerous. After Wang Xiaoyu sang to a very high level, he suddenly fell down, tried his best, and showed a thousand times spirit, like a flying snake hovering in the middle of the 36 peaks of Huangshan Mountain. In an instant, the number of laps is repeated. From then on, the singing became lower and thinner, and the voice gradually disappeared. Everyone in the garden held their breath and dared not move less. About two or three minutes, it seems that there is a sound coming from underground. After that, it suddenly rose again, like fireworks in the east, a marble rose into the sky and turned into thousands of colorful flames, scattered vertically and horizontally. This sound flies, that is, there are infinite sounds to be concurrent. People who play Heizai use their fingers, big and small, which are consistent with her voice, such as "Spring Dawn in the Flower Dock" and "Good Birds". My ears are too busy to know what to listen to. Is stirring, suddenly listen to Huo Ran, all the strings are silent. At this time, the audience cheered and thundered.
After a while, the noise subsided a little, only to hear a young man under 30, with a Hunan accent, saying, "When I was studying, I never understood the ancients' description of the benefits of singing, and there was a lingering sound that lasted for three days." Imagine how reverberation propagates in the air. How can you last three days? After listening to Mr. Xiaoyu's storytelling, I knew the quips of the ancients. Every time I listen to his story, my ears are full of his books for a few days. No matter what I do, I am always absent-minded. Instead, I feel that' three days are endless'. The word' three days' is too few, or Confucius'' I don't know the taste of meat in March', and the word' March' is more thorough! "Everyone nearby said," Mr. Meng Xiang's theory is extremely thorough! There is sadness in my heart! "
5. Poems describing beautiful songs. China's ancient poems have the following three sentences: "Imitate sound to write."
Han Yu's Listening to Ying Shi Playing the Piano, Bai Juyi's Pipa, and Li He's Poems by Li Ping.
Listen to Ying Shi play the piano.
Just like a pair of close children whispering, I had a dark conversation with two beautiful friends, the secretary.
Like the wind, who is singing the flag? A soldier likes to fight the king with his sword.
Clouds and catkins have no roots,
The world is wide and far away.
There were hundreds of birds, and suddenly I saw a lonely phoenix.
You can't climb this line,
Fall out of favor and fall.
I have two ears, so I don't have to listen to diaosi.
Listening to your music, the piano suddenly rose, making people sit down low.
In the panic, I reached out to block my chin, and tears had already poured into my eyes.
It's not unusual for a master to be good at kung fu. Don't fill my chest with ice and fire.
6. The word to describe singing is nature.
soft
Magnificent and loud songs suddenly sounded from all around and echoed in.
Wang Xiaoyu opened his mouth, bared his teeth and sang a few words. At first, the sound was not very loud, but he felt that there was an unspeakable beauty in his ears: the internal organs were pressed like an iron and stuck everywhere; 36,000 pores are like eating ginseng fruit, all of which are enjoyable. After singing more than a dozen words, I gradually got higher and higher. Suddenly I pulled out a top, like a tightrope thrown into the sky, and I couldn't help secretly exclaiming. Knowing that you are in that extremely high place, you can still turn around. After a few whimpers, he got higher and higher, three or four times in succession, one after another. He seems very proud. When I turned to the top of Zuolai Mountain, I saw Fan Cliff on the top of Zuolai Mountain. When I turned to Fanya, I saw a worse door on Fanya: the more dangerous, the stranger. After Wang Xiaoyu sang to a very high level of three or four folds, he suddenly fell down, desperately showing a thousand times the spirit, like a flying snake hovering in the middle of the 36 peaks of Huangshan Mountain. In an instant, the number of laps was repeated. From then on, he sang lower and lower, and his voice gradually disappeared. The garden was crowded with people. There seems to be a little noise coming from underground. After that, it suddenly rose, like fireworks in the east, and a marble rose into the sky and scattered vertically and horizontally. When this sound flies, there is an infinite sound. The player who plays Black Boy also uses round fingers, big and small, which is consistent with his voice. There are flowers in the dock and good birds are singing. My ears are too busy.
Songs, beautiful melodies, memorable.
Suddenly the drums break, the sound bursts, the words sound crisp, and the sound turns around, such as the new warbler coming out of the valley and the milk swallow returning to the nest, with seven sentences per sentence and dozens of sentences per paragraph, either slow or urgent, high or low; Among them, where the adjustment is made, there is no shortage of changes. I feel that all the songs are out of tune, thinking that I have finished watching them.
7. The sentence praises 1, and there is your favorite song in your ear. The song is sometimes tactfully moving, like the flowing water in a mountain stream; Singing is sometimes passionate, like the rolling waves of the sea; Songs are sometimes melancholy, such as Lin Daiyu's tears at the moon.
2. 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.
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. Sentences describing beautiful songs. 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, singing, often another picture comes to mind, and emotions will be emotional because of lyrics or songs. Every note and sound of the song will make my mind relaxed and active, my body beat and stop, and my mood will laugh and cry.
Suddenly, my heart rises and falls with the song, and the song seems to vibrate with my heart, which makes me experience an emotion I have never experienced before.
This song is very long, so you can hear it from far away. People have heard this song before they saw it; Or people have gone over the hill and disappeared, and the song is still lingering.
7. A good song can often make people cry, make people crazy, make people passionate and excited. Sentences describing beautiful songs.
8. The song is melodious and simple, like a earnest admonition, a silent dialogue, which has been sung to people's hearts, from the heart and pervaded the whole square. Sound waves hit the mountains and the mountains echoed; The sound crosses the Yanhe River, and the river performs accompaniment; After several twists and turns, it echoed back and forth and spread to the distance.
9. There is a silvery clarity in the voice of a female soldier, and at the same time it seems to contain a kind of sadness of "sand, sand". Just like piccolo and saxophone played alternately in a woodwind band, it was always at arm's length with the voices of more than 50 people, and reached perfect harmony with the surrounding moonlight and the mood of officers and men at that time. At the same time, like dew, it pours on the newly planted stems in Nahana, adding three points of vitality to the vegetable ridge that has just been given life. These are not enough. Listening attentively, I seem to hear a contradiction in the song, including encouragement, sadness, nostalgia, regret and fantasy.
10, singing, like a trickle, washed your heart; Singing, like a ray of bright sunshine, illuminates your heart; Singing, like a slight spring breeze, blows away your sadness. ...
1 1, a song by Long song, good wind, good dreams, good songs and good spirit. Good songs are like stars. I have no energy and I can't appreciate them one by one, let alone interpret them one by one. I can only say that good is good, and I can't let it go when I meet it.
12. I was caught by three fans of "Chinese and Western Silk and Bamboo Harmony" at the Chinese and Western Music Song and Dance Conference last night. Like a late spring morning. The drizzle falls silently on my face, creating a moist and relaxed feeling. The fresh breeze blows my clothes, just like a lover's breath blows my hand. The Mao Mao rain on the alum tunnel I built is like a thin layer of emulsifiable concentrate; It just feels fatter and cuter when you step on it.
The song continues. The feelings of the chorus suddenly rose and were greatly exaggerated. Sun Nan's penetrating voice is like tears. Blood is thicker than water, and feelings are as heavy as mountains. The true blood of the Chinese nation is slowly flowing on the ruins of the earthquake-
14, that song floated from the other side of the river, like a breeze blowing through my heart; That song floated from the countryside and rippled in the night sky of the city, which was particularly extraordinary; That song floated from my memory, played back in my life, embellished my life and ignited my hope.
15, music with metallic texture, connects the sonorous sound of swords into a strange musical snowfield. That is the beauty of strength, the voice of the strong, the love of children, and the spirit of heroes. Music collides with the listener's heart, with strong * * * sound and interaction, just like a flying butterfly dancing in the snowfield, with intoxicating music, it melts into the same snow scene. ...
16, the songs are moving from time to time, and the songs are like flowing clouds and unique charm; Sometimes it is sad and beautiful. If it sounds like a drop of bamboo leaves, it is thought-provoking. Sometimes it is as rich and deafening as the long sound of an eagle spreading its wings; Sometimes tactfully, it seems like a line of tears when you are deeply in love, which makes people sad. () I sleep with it every day, but I ignore its beauty in daily life.
17, the room is very quiet, very quiet, so quiet that you can hear your heartbeat. Although we all don't know music, we are all deeply infected by Li Guyi's singing. Accustomed to her beauty &; lt； Spring in the frontier is clear and pure &; gt； Suddenly I heard her singing with her voice, and everyone was surprised and surprised.
18, the lower the song goes, the stronger the shock to people's hearts. It was your red lips that stuck everything to me, your thoughtfulness that made me warm again, your tender feelings that melted the ice and snow, and your sweet words that changed the season. That song tells the inseparable truth in the world and sings the sweetest love in the world born in the snowfield. Look, happy love is coming to the world through colorful snowfields.
19, sometimes it simply forms a river of songs, a sea of songs, and the songs are uneven, rising again and again, then singing, singing in unison, and singing in turn, so that you can't tell the head from the tail and touch the edge. That's just singing heartily!
20. This song, with its beautiful melody and colorful and full harmony prelude, caught my heart deeply at once.
8. What ancient poems describe beautiful songs? 1, Pipaxing, Tang Dynasty poet, Bai Juyi.
We heard a sudden sound, a guitar crossed the water, the host forgot to go home, and the guests were leaving.
Suddenly I heard the pipa on the river and forgot that the returning guests would not leave.
2. "Zhang Shi" Tang Dynasty poet Du Mu
Original: When the strings are twisted, the tube blocks the reed and cracks.
Zhang's singing is clear and high-pitched, although the buttons of the strings are broken and the reed pipe is cracked.
3, "Pipa Xing" Tang Dynasty poet Bai Juyi
When I heard you playing the guitar tonight, I felt that my hearing was illuminated by wonderful music.
I heard her pipa tonight, as if I heard Yue Xian, but I heard nothing else.
4. "Send flowers to Qing Dynasty" Tang Dynasty poet Du Fu
This song should only exist in the sky, and people can hear it several times.
Such music should only exist in the sky. How many times can you hear it on the earth?
5. "Five Miscellaneous Poems" Tang Dynasty poet Quan Deyu
I am ashamed to advise you to live, and even play a new sound to scrape bone salt.
Melodious music came to an abrupt end, and the beautiful woman got up slowly, hiding her face and lowering her eyebrows. The audience around her cheered and asked her to play another song, Scraping Bone Salt.
9. The sentence 1. You are the most charming in my eyes, and your songs are the most beautiful in my ears.
2. Your singing is euphemistic, which makes people full of praise and makes my heart surge! This kind of voice should only be heard in the sky, and it is rarely heard in life.
3, around the beam for three days, the sound is endless!
4. At the dock of love, I burn my boat, fearing that you will miss it when it gets dark at night, and I will wait with a burning heart.
Beautiful songs echoed slowly in the church.
6. Keep your favorite songs in your ear at the same time. The song is sometimes tactfully moving, like the flowing water in a mountain stream; Singing is sometimes passionate, like the rolling waves of the sea; Songs are sometimes melancholy, such as Lin Daiyu's tears at the moon.
7. This song is very long, so you can hear it from far away. People have heard this song before they saw it; Or people have gone over the hill and disappeared, and the song is still lingering.
8. At this time, I heard the fragrance of rice and wheat and the smell of earth floating in the song. When I heard these songs, I felt as if I had tasted the farmers' 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.
9, singing, often another picture comes to mind, and emotions will be emotional because of lyrics or songs. Every note and sound of the song will make my mind relaxed and active, my body beat and stop, and my mood will laugh and cry.
10, suddenly, my heart rises and falls with the song, and the song seems to have a * * * vibration with my heart, which makes me experience an emotion I have never experienced before.