Poetry about harmonica

1. A poem about the harmonica: The harmonica lies on the bed, with arms resting, eyes slightly open, opens the night sky, climbs over the wind wall to wake up the sleeping flowers and plants, and tastes the old wine left over from the years. I looked at the corner, where the moss in March was quietly reading, and the stars were depressed, so we comforted each other with a gentle peace through the dim night, before I could secretly pick up my harmonica. Dew has fallen on my harmonica in autumn, chasing migratory birds to the duckweed floating in the distant starry sky, becoming a drop of moonlight on my harmonica and staying in the mottled alley of my hometown. I always envy their silence. My harmonica needs to take out the dust and distractions near my chest to get close to it. Whenever I drink cigarettes, the village will sleep more deeply than the ladybug on the sweet potato vine. You can ignore sadness, fatigue and many other factors. The moonlight is so clear tonight, and the white color is like my parents' sideburns. Can I lighten some burdens and make their bodies not bend any more? The wind can continue to blow. My harmonica, mixed with the countryside, can only overlap with the mulberry trees in front of the window.

2. Poem harmonica about harmonica

Lying in bed alone, hands on your back.

Open your eyes slightly.

Open the night sky

A blue book.

Over the wind wall

Wake up those sleeping flowers and plants

Taste the old wine left over from the years

I looked at the corner.

There is moss in March.

Read quietly

This star is also depressed.

therefore

By the light of night

We comforted each other.

A gentle peace.

Has been quietly.

Sneak into the heart

My harmonica

I haven't had time to discuss with dew, and autumn has arrived.

My harmonica, chasing migratory birds.

Went to the distant starry sky

The floating duckweed becomes a drop in the moonlight.

My harmonica was left in my hometown.

In that mottled alley

I always envy the silence of rice fields and the fragrance in my memory.

My harmonica needs to cling to my chest.

Take out dust and distractions to get close to it.

Every time I finish drinking cigarettes, I am taken away by dusk.

Villages will sleep more deeply than ladybugs on sweet potato vines.

My harmonica can ignore sadness and fatigue.

A lot.

Tonight, the moonlight is so clear and white.

Like parents' sideburns.

Can my harmonica lighten some load?

Stop their bodies from bending.

The wind can continue to blow, my harmonica, stirring this country.

A shadow can only be compared with the mulberry tree in front of the window.

Agree without prior consultation

The sentence describing the harmonica is a small and exquisite body, several rows of window-like contacts and beautiful notes, which constitute it that everyone loves. Whenever I play it, the beautiful melody will haunt my mind, and sometimes even infect people around me. When you are sad, you can pick it up and blow it to relieve your depressed mood. When you are happy, pick it up and blow it, which will blend the happy mood into the notes and pass it on to everyone. Guess what this is? By the way, it's the harmonica.

Since last year, the harmonica has swept the whole campus. All the students in school like this little thing. Everyone in the sixth and fifth grades ... and even the second grade has its own harmonica. When he plays in his spare time, the melody will spread all over the campus. The school also organized a student harmonica team and a teacher harmonica team, both of which trained very hard. Therefore, every Wednesday, you can hear the majestic men of the student harmonica team striving for self-improvement. The teacher's harmonica team gets together for training every time after school. Although I haven't seen them before, I can feel the sweat of teachers when they teach us to play harmonica at ordinary times and the skillful skills they have gained through unremitting efforts.

There are also many kinds of harmonicas: bass harmonica, chord harmonica, treble harmonica, stress harmonica and alto harmonica. Each harmonica has a different shape and tone. The melody played by the bass harmonica is very strong and deep; Chord harmonica gives people a hoarse taste, which is very wonderful; As for the treble harmonica, it is our most common harmonica. It has a mellow tone, and it is played one by one according to scales, which makes people immersed in it. The stressed harmonica, as its name implies, is a kind of harmonica with two sounds. The scale is the same as the treble harmonica, that is, it will blow out two notes when playing, which is very interesting. Although the alto harmonica looks ugly, it is very attractive to play. Although the voice is lower than the treble, it is no worse than the treble. ...

4. A beautiful passage about the Harmonica Cottage

When I was a teenager, young intellectuals from the countryside came to our village, and for the first time, I saw young romantic city people playing harmonicas, expressing their yearning for a better life! The moving sound of the piano suddenly appeared in the wind, which made me very eager for the harmonica. Soon I quietly bought a 24-hole Shanghai accent harmonica with a five-dollar scholarship from my school and began to learn harmonica playing crazily.

At that time, because there was no teacher to teach me, I groped bit by bit according to the tutorial in the harmonica manual, matched the notes one by one, and practiced the simple first song "Dongfanghong". I don't know how many times I practiced, and finally I was able to fully exert myself. At that time, I was so happy! I take my harmonica with me everywhere, and I can't put it down, especially at night, walking alone on the ridge or by the river in the country, playing the piano slowly. The melodious sound of the harmonica often drives me crazy. I can't go anywhere without playing the piano for the next 30 years. It accompanied me to my fifties and formed an indissoluble bond with me! It has become a part of my life!

5. What are the examples that describe the beautiful timbre of harmonica? At night, you can often hear the piano playing leisurely like water, sometimes soothing like a flowing spring, sometimes rushing like a waterfall, sometimes crisp like a jade plate, and sometimes whispering. This is a clean piano sound, carrying people's hearts back to the depths of music and looking for spiritual roses.

2. The beautiful piano sounds slowly, overflowing like a flood, filling every space in the examination room. There seems to be a white elf dancing with the wind in the sound of the piano, and the dance is elegant and noble; It seems that there are dazzling roses blooming for the second time, and the fragrance of music flows out.

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

4, such as the sound of the piano, such as the spring breeze through the field, such as the rain bamboo shoots in the bamboo forest; Such as frogs, such as lapping waves; Like a bright moon shining in the dark, or children chasing kites. ..............................................................................................................................................................

The sound of the piano surrounds the jungle, and my heart is trembling. The sound is like the roar of the wind.

It's like the rush of spring.

A haggard soul wanders all its life.

It's hard to turn back. As time goes by, people go empty.

Young hair becomes white and bitter in an instant.

No friends, no relatives, rain and mud.

How to endure the ups and downs of honor and disgrace, especially the ups and downs of honor and disgrace?

Only this string can relieve sadness and accompany you forever.

Bitterness and pleasure are always together, and wine wakes people up and has a long aftertaste.

6. This song should only exist in the sky. How many times can people smell it?

7. The big strings hum like rain.

Tiny strings cut like whispers.

Like large and small pearls stacked on a plate of jade.

The flower bottom of Guan Yingying's language is very slippery.

It is difficult to flow under the ice of the secluded rock spring.

The silver bottle broke into the water at first.

Jump out of the conflict and attack between armored horses and weapons

All four strings make a sound, just like tearing silk.

8. "Listen to the clever teacher playing 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, and the world is wide and far away with the wind.

There were hundreds of birds, and suddenly I saw a lonely phoenix.

The cliffs pressed people to climb, and the dark valley collapsed under the thunderous sound of collapse.

I am ashamed that I have a pair of ears and a pair of music. I am too ignorant to appreciate music.

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.

Smart and sincere, there is no ice charcoal for my intestines.