Sentences describing the beautiful sound of the piano

Sentences describing the beautiful sound of the piano

1, the sound of the piano surrounds the jungle, and the heart is like a breeze.

I like listening to the piano. Whenever I concentrate on listening to songs, my body will fluctuate and I can't help humming. Even the birds outside the window are shaking their heads and listening, accompanied by chirping. When your hand is only a millimeter away from it, it will fly away casually. Even the most naughty dog outside the door lay down and quietly enjoyed the wonderful music. In the sound of the piano, it seems that every still life has become the master of music, and everyone jumped up and moved.

The sound of the piano came from far away, leisurely, but there was a thrilling feeling. Although the piano sounds like a complaint, all the quietest time, the brightest wind and frost, or the original appearance, are slowly flowing.

The piano sounds again, melodious, deep, euphemistic and passionate.

5, the faint male voice suddenly sounded, which is a casual crumb of memory. When the time flies across the dark water, it is far away, but there is trembling and piety of praise. It rises far and wide, moves slowly and resolutely, has no space, no more time, only an echo, far and empty.

6. When people are happy and relaxed, there is a breeze blowing in their ears. From a distance, the sound of the piano lingers, but there is an emotion stirring.

7. The sunset covered the last ray of sunshine. At the moment when I turned away, the wonderful piano sounded again, which moved me inexplicably again. The ancient road echoed with the laughter of grandparents and grandchildren and the touching sound of the piano. My step forward has become firm, because in this dark night, the moving piano sound is my beacon.

8. Melodious as a mountain spring, flowing, stirring waves from time to time, touching the stones on the shore, saying hello, whispering, and then continuing to flow forward.

9, this song should only be in the sky, and it is rare to hear it on earth. The emperor's eyes are always staring at her. ... high rose plum palace, into the blue clouds, and the wide breeze carries magical notes.

10, the sound of the piano is the resurrection of the soul, pulling the heart into a condensed picture. In the silence, ginkgo trees stand high in the garden, singing autumn silently. The yellow leaves of Erythrina trees have been covered with autumn, waiting for the wind to pick them up.

1 1, slightly fat, personable, seated. The jade finger exploded, revealing a slender white jade finger, stroking the piano face and thinking deeply. The piano sounded in vain, euphemistically but firmly, and the coupons came, such as noble running water and the lingering charm. The sound of the piano passes through the knocker covered with verdigris, the riverbank covered with fishing fire, the reed covered with fluorescence, the alley beside the inn, the alley in the suburbs, the village entrance with cold wind and the quiet curtains.

12, a sleepless night, I strung up the vicissitudes of life left by the years with the glassy moonlight, plucked the strings, wandered in the pool, stirred up ripples, and the sound of the piano went through the years, time and thoughts.

13, the piano sounds like a song, like the spring breeze across the field, like the shelled bamboo shoots; Such as frogs, such as lapping waves; It's like a bright moon shining in the dark, and children are chasing kites. Oh, only those who love life and love have such a heart!

14, I like listening to the sound of the piano, because the sound of the piano is sometimes as urgent as thousands of Ma Benteng, sometimes as slow as running water, sometimes as soft as whispering, and sometimes as towering as a towering mountain peak. On hearing such a tune, I seem to be immersed in the beautiful melody of the music. I listen, I will fly freely, carefree and happily in the sky with the notes.

15, the wonderful and clever piano sound pours out from the fingers, like a little bit flowing through the heart, soft and quiet, comfortable and comfortable.

16, flowers fall and the moon falls, people are thin. Under the same sky, who is watching the waning moon and drinking a glass of moonlight wine? For example, I am leaning against the window to enjoy the moon alone, and the past is sad, the strings are broken, and the sound of the piano echoes and is desolate.

17, the piano sounds around the jungle, and the heart is shaking. The sound is like the roar of the breeze and the rush of spring.

18, take a deep breath and relax slowly, but never lose that feeling and charm. Go on with the last performance. I was absorbed until the last ending, and my body and mind were integrated into the music.

19, I waved my finger to find my mirror table. Later, I found that all I was looking for was the wonderful piano sound between my fingers.

20. The sound of the piano slowly rings with the footsteps, followed by the sound of broken leaves, which is in tune with the sound of the piano and then drifts away with the wind.

2 1, I play everywhere: on the piano, on the table, on the book, behind the bus. I like my five-finger flywheel and feel the joy of notes flowing, just like running water in the warm sun in winter.

22. The sound flowing from the fingertips, like a butterfly spreading its wings and flapping its smart wings, flows brightly, and emits clear light like the distant sky beyond the Great Wall.

23. Only the background sand hammer has been tapping gently with the beat of two minutes. Did you hear that? That is the footsteps of time, penetrating everything, sighing, disappearing and losing.

24. The crisp sound of the piano is flowing. As from a deep valley to a secluded mountain. Quietly dripping, dripping through the wrinkles of life, dripping through the vicissitudes of years, dripping through the blind eyes of old artists who understand the world, dripping quietly.

25. The sound of the piano is still hovering on the path in the pale twilight, but it is like a clear spring that washes away the dirt and tired dust of the soul for everyone passing by. My thoughts gradually merged with this clever and wonderful piano sound, and I felt detached from the world of mortals, "concentrating and relaxing, blending with everything."

26, stroking the piano, walked aside and sat down, put the piano flat, took a deep breath, () fingers began to fluctuate up and down on the piano, very smooth. Accompanied by the sound of the piano, a gentle and sad song slowly flowed out.

27. Her dexterous fingers played on the keyboard of the piano, and a beautiful piece of music popped up. Music is sometimes unrestrained, lively and sometimes euphemistic, which is really fascinating and intoxicating.

28. The soothing timbre, soft piano sound and crisp children's voice are so harmonious with this night that my heart, which is agitated by the difficulty of homework, gradually calms down with the music. The evening breeze gently brushed my cheek, and I seemed to smell the faint flowers. I put my hand out of the window as if to catch all this from nature. Although there is nothing in my hand, I feel heavy. At this time, I have already become a part of this harmonious scene. Between heaven and earth, there are only the moon, the piano, the evening breeze and me.

29. The sound of the piano is euphemistic and continuous-like a mountain spring winding down the valley and flowing slowly.

30. At this time, the music is getting deeper and deeper. I suddenly realized the deep homesickness in "Looking up, I found it was moonlight, sinking back again, and I suddenly thought of home", and read Yu Guangzhong's "homesickness" for his mother in the mainland. A wanderer who ran away from home, he wrote' infinite nostalgia for his hometown' helplessly.

3 1, melodious piano sounds like a cheerful stream, slowly flowing out.

32. Trifles interweave and separate. When you sigh three times, he looks at the front, then drifts away, marches and falls together. It's tears, withering and falling.

33, give ear to listen, is the violin playing "Homesickness", the music seems to be from far to near, from small to large, after a gentle and indirect "overture", it is extremely strong vibrato, one by one passionate notes beating my heart, strong sense of rhythm makes my whole person seem to be dancing, suddenly, with a gripping double tone, the piano sound came to an abrupt end, I am the most elegant and gentle. In the slow and deep voice, with a little sense of desolation, it seems that a wanderer from his hometown is crying gently. I looked up at the hazy moon, which was shining with beautiful light in this quiet night.

34. The jade hand is frivolous, and I saw the sand-colored jade finger playing fast on the strings, sharp and high-pitched, but not abrupt. Running like countless fierce horses, strong and fierce. The fleeting shadows, the songs of the wind, the elegance of the moon, endless words, broken strings, fixed annual rings, and the sound of the piano echoed in the bleak place.

35, such as the sound of the piano, such as the spring breeze green across the field, such as the rain bamboo shoots falling off the shell bamboo forest; Such as frogs, such as lapping waves; Just like a bright moon shining in the dark, like a child chasing a kite … Oh, only those who love life and love have such a heart!

36. The sound of the piano surrounds the jungle, and my heart is trembling. The sound is like the whistling of a breeze and the rushing of a spring.

37. I have been learning to play the piano since I was a child. Of course, I have deep feelings for the piano. I like listening to the piano because it is melodious, beautiful and moving. "Duo, duo, mi, mi, la, la, duo ... several simple notes upset its original order and became a lively and elegant music, as if every note had a fantastic color. Listen, how wonderful! Every note came alive under the magic of the performer, and they jumped happily.

38. The tenor concerto has repeatedly changed its theme, but it is thin and dim. The sound of one or two notes, like a light smile, suddenly surges, is a water wave, scattered and faded.

39. Sound is like a butterfly spreading its wings, flapping its smart wings and flowing brightly, and it is like the distant sky beyond the Great Wall with clear light precipitation.

40. I seem to understand his piano sound. His piano was born in the darkness, but it doesn't belong to the darkness, but I don't want to get out of the darkness. Just thinking about his life. Just like Lu Xun's life. They all love the darkness, find themselves in the darkness, and then have a passion for life. I think that's why old artists play the piano like this.

4 1, acoustic shock trees, sunshine, three-layer stringed instruments, decadent music, three-day pearls falling into the valley, orioles sighing.