A poem about singing love

1. Poems describing singing are refreshing and breezy, while fine songs are concise and white clouds are restrained.

Goose Goose, Xiang Tiange. White feathers, floating in green water; The red soles of the feet stir the clear water.

Once, Bole was knowledgeable, unlike Longxing, and dared not do it.

I'm not surprised that the salt truck is still thin if Kim Chui-ko hasn't been booed.

It is difficult to satisfy Ji Wang's bosom friend addiction, so I want to buy a name for Zhao Yan.

In the morning and evening, I will fly to Yin Huang to eat soap, and I will sing in the blue sky.

Meng Huxing

A lone goose doesn't want to drink water, refuses to eat, just flies low and longs for its companion. Whoever pities a shadow loses a million clouds.

Looking at the horizon, I seem to see the figure of my companion; The voice in the valley seems to hear the voice of the companion. Wild birds don't understand the lonely goose's heart, but make noise for their own voice.

wood thrush

The cries of thousands of birds echo their own hearts, and thousands of purple flowers on the mountain are on the height of trees.

Only then did I understand that listening to the cry of the thrush locked in a golden cage is far less than singing leisurely in the forest.

If you are thirsty, don't drink spring water. If you are hot, you will become evil.

Does the evil wood have no branches? How painstaking people are.

The whole journey was saved by car, and the staff stayed away.

Hungry to eat the tiger's den, cold-blooded wild sparrow forest.

It's cloudy because it's not built.

The clouds are worshipping the shore and the songs are singing with the wind.

Quiet words are at the bottom of the valley, whistling all over the mountains.

Sharp strings have no timid sounds, and bright knots are difficult to sound.

Life is not easy, why not open this cloud?

As soon as possible, I am Geng Jiehuai, ashamed of ancient and modern times.

Lonely goose

2. Which poems express that I love singing?

I can't get rid of my dreams.

Past words

Formed today's string of acacia

Recall the dribs and drabs in memory.

Everything is sweet and warm.

slump

Pick up acacia in that place

Stand at the fork in the road when we say goodbye.

I don't know where to go.

I don't know where you and I will meet

The air is full of your hair.

Sometimes very shallow.

Sometimes it's thick

But I can't see your long black hair.

I can't see your beautiful bun.

Your smile is reflected in the sun.

Your beauty is reflected on the water.

Silly, my feet are fixed in mid-air.

Giggle at you

Foolishly appreciate your beauty.

But I forgot where my foot should have landed.

Forgot where to go.

Do you remember?

Do you know that?/You know what?

Someone is thinking about you.

Someone is missing the past that belongs to you and me.

Whenever the night invades the whole field of vision.

Whenever the dead of night disturbs my thoughts.

I will deeply remember you at that time.

Hide you in the depths of your dreams.

Do you remember?

Do you know that?/You know what?

Whether it is an accidental meeting or a deliberate meeting.

I like looking into your eyes.

Because you can see my happy smile in your eyes.

Because when I smile, you will smile back.

I always look at my photos quietly alone.

Look at your sweet smile in the photo.

Your smile fascinates me and drives me crazy.

Do you remember?

Do you know that?/You know what?

Every romantic moment in a sitcom.

I fantasized that you were with me.

* * * Write beauty into the diary of life.

A day of cold wind and heavy rain.

Always ask yourself.

Can you resist the cold in the wind?

Is it under a safe roof?

Even though I was whipped by the biting cold wind and heavy rain.

I have never stopped thinking about you.

The one who misses you very much.

Do you know that?/You know what?

Have you ever thought?

You at this moment

in a good mood

How are you?

Postscript:

Even if there are a thousand words of rhetoric.

I can't finish that long story.

Ill-described acacia

Give it to the person I miss in my heart

The kind girl who loves to laugh.

3. What sentences describe his love of singing? 1. He loves singing, and his tone fluctuates greatly from low to high. He sings with great momentum for three days. Can anyone else sing like this?

2. Wang Xiaoyu opens his lips and shows his white teeth. He likes to sing some books. It wasn't very loud at first, but I felt something unspeakable in my ears.

3. Catch the spark of music in the inner world, and then understand that listening to Rong Ying's wonderful singing, along with the melody of the band, you will find that Rong Ying's voice still remains in that song.

4. Singing is colorful and polymorphic. Different songs have different charms, and our voices are different, sweet and sour.

She likes to practice singing. After several turns, she was taller, three or four times in succession, and she was promoted step by step.

6. Singing makes me happy. When listening to music, you have a relaxed and happy mood, and what you get is a happy mood.

7. When the students' songs rang again, the beautiful songs were accompanied by misty rain and fog. In this bamboo forest, beauty is not only external, but also visual, but shocking.

8. Warm, flowing into my heart, it took a long time to find that this wonderful song came from her heart. Because of love, I like singing.

9. Singing is very powerful. It doesn't need to tell us stories. Just listen to the melody of the song to know the emotion that the author or the song wants to express.

10. 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.

4. Hymns. This song should only exist in the sky. How many times can you hear it on earth?

Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets.

I heard voices in several places in the air, and I wanted to fly around Yunfei.

Singing to the throat of the bamboo branch, the cold ape and the bird crowed for a while.

A river full of children, see how hard she tries to hold back her tears.

Every word of singing red plums, willow branches and peach leaves are hidden deep.

Poetry describing singing

1, 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-

2. 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.

3. Music has a metallic texture, which connects the clang 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. ...

4. There is a silvery clarity in the voice of female soldiers, 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.

5. An ancient poem about singing "Listening to Lu on a moonlit night"

Lipper

Sit on the bright moon at idle nights, and you play the piano.

Suddenly I heard the tune of "Very Taiwan", which seemed to be the voice of "Han Song".

The fingering of Snow White makes your delicate hands busy, and the syllable of "green water" really nourishes your heart.

Unfortunately, Zhong Ziqi has long since passed away, and there is no such confidant in the world.

Soup-style "Listening to Zheng"

At the beginning of the wine, at the beginning of the month, the small building tuned the jade piano.

It means that the dial is light and clear, and the melody is peaceful.

Just like a songbird singing at the bottom of a flower and wailing outside a lonely cloud.

Dropping golden rain, breaking the jade pot ice.

Listen, it's full of heartbreak! 、

Zheng Baijuyi

Clouds are green, flowers are beautiful and red. Eyes cut autumn waters, fingers peel onions.

Chu Yan is the gate valve and Qin Sheng is a female worker. Bright silver, pillars touching jade, exquisite.

Apes cry for the moon, and warblers speak bZ wind. Move sorrow to the bottom of your hand and hate to the string.

Zhao Seqing is similar, but Hu Qin is different. Slowly bounce back to break the geese, quickly bounce back to fly to the canopy.

Frost was forced to return to the Committee and the ice spring was restored. The beads are broken, and the knife is cut to the end.

Rely on Li's spirit and be able to blend in. When you are resting, your feelings are constant, so don't think endlessly.

Under the juvenile night light, respect the former Chinese Pulsatilla. Look, I deserve it. I am not too deaf.

Flowers for Qing

The city music under the overpass is soft and melodious, half of it goes with the river wind and the other half floats into the clouds.

This kind of music should only be in heaven, where can I hear it several times?

Li ping's quotations

Wu Si, Shu and Zhang Tong are in high autumn, and the empty mountains are not flowing.

Jiang Yue wept for Motome's sadness, while Ping Li was playing China.

Kunshan jade broken Fengming, hibiscus crying, Xianglan laughing.

The cold light melts in front of the twelve gates, and the twenty-three silk moves the purple emperor.

Nu Wa makes up the sky by refining stones, and the stones break the ground to stir up the autumn rain.

Dream into the holy mountain to teach the gods, and the old fish dance with the waves.

Wu Mian leans against the laurel tree, showing his feet and flying obliquely to wet cold rabbits.

"Listening to Ying Shi Playing the Piano" Han Yu

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.

Eee logo turned into a floating cloud, you don't have to wander around the endless road.

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.

It's not unusual for a master to be good at kung fu. Don't fill my chest with ice and fire.

Li He is listening to the clever teacher playing the piano.

Biepuyun belongs to osmanthus beads, and there is a double phoenix language in Shu string.

The hibiscus leaves fell and left in autumn, and the King of Yue began to visit Tianmu Mountain at night.

The dark minister knocks on the water jade, and the moth crossing the sea attracts the white deer.

Who will see the sword take the long bridge, who will see Chun Zhu immersed in the topic.

Monk Zhu stood in front of us, and the truth in the Vatican Palace stood in awe.

Guqin Pagoda is eight feet long, and the old tree in Fuyang is not a tung grandson.

The scent of strings in the pavilion surprised the patients, and the medicine bag bid farewell to the dragon beard for the time being.

Please sing a song and ask your singer to sing a song. What's the advantage of being a courtesy officer and humbling yourself?

Li Bai listened to the monk king of Shu playing the piano.

The sea embraces the land-melodious songs come from the distant Emei Mountain.

When I hear the sound of Matsutani, I wave my hand at will.

The sound of the bell rang, and it turned into a frosty bell. My heart was quiet, as if it had been washed with water.

Unconsciously, dusk enveloped the castle peak, and the autumn clouds were bleak, covering the dusk sky.

Zheng Nv plays the songs of Zheng and Gu Kuang.

At the age of eight, Zheng Can played the guzheng, and the spring breeze blew the sound in the sky.

Yong Men's tears, red carp's two tears, white ape's three tears.

When Zheng's daughter went out to attend her husband's marriage, she lost her leisure.

High-rise buildings don't hide their voices, so they are ashamed to kill Huang Yinger.

Liu Changqing, after listening to the flute song, went to Zheng Xie Law.

The old traveler pitied me in Changsha, carrying wine and sand to bid farewell to the relocated guests.

Where there is plenty of grass in the sea, who can play the flute on the river?

The flute can make lonely guests worry, and the waves are as light as water.

The sound of business is bright and the sound of feathers is bitter, and the river is silent.

Listening to the sound of Guanshan, the moonlight in Sanxiang is sad.

Blowing willow trees stirs up all the sounds, and thousands of miles of spring scenery hurts people's hearts.

Where does it drift with the wind? Only the winding lake is deep.

After Farming left you, he turned white immediately.

6. The poem "Send Flowers to Qing" describing singing is full of silk tubes, 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? "Listening to Lu on a moonlit night" Li Bai sat idly by the bright moon, and the hermit played the pipa.

Suddenly I heard the tune of "Very Taiwan", which seemed to be the voice of "Han Song". The fingering of Snow White makes your delicate hands busy, and the syllable of "green water" really nourishes your heart.

Unfortunately, Zhong Ziqi has long since passed away, and there is no such confidant in the world. The soup-style "listening to the Zheng" woke up at the beginning of the month. At the beginning of the month, who tuned the jade Zheng in the small building, the fingers were light and clear, the melody was peaceful, and every word told the truth.

Just as the warbler rings at the bottom of the flower and wails outside the lonely cloud, it drops golden rain and breaks the jade pot ice. Listen, it's full of heartbreak! "Zheng" Bai Juyi's cloud bun is green and green.

Eyes cut autumn waters, fingers peel onions. Chu Yan is the gate valve and Qin Sheng is a female worker.

Bright silver, pillars touching jade, exquisite. Apes cry for the moon, and warblers speak bZ wind.

Move sorrow to the bottom of your hand and hate to the string. Zhao Seqing is similar, but Hu Qin is different.

Slowly bounce back to break the geese, quickly bounce back to fly to the canopy. Frost was forced to return to the Committee and the ice spring was restored.

The beads are broken, and the knife is cut to the end. Rely on Li's spirit and be able to blend in.

When you are resting, your feelings are constant, so don't think endlessly. Under the juvenile night light, respect the former Chinese Pulsatilla.

Look, I deserve it. I am not too deaf. "Yu Liping Yin" Wu Si Shu Zhangtong Gao Qiu, an empty mountain congeals clouds.

Jiang Yue wept for Motome's sadness, while Ping Li was playing China. Kunshan jade broken Fengming, hibiscus crying, Xianglan laughing.

The cold light melts in front of the twelve gates, and the twenty-three silk moves the purple emperor. Nu Wa makes up the sky by refining stones, and the stones break the ground to stir up the autumn rain.

Dream into the holy mountain to teach the gods, and the old fish dance with the waves. Wu Mian leans against the laurel tree, showing his feet and flying obliquely to wet cold rabbits.

"Listening to a Smart Teacher Playing the Piano" Han Tong's words are unscrupulous and resentful. Like the wind, who is singing the flag? A soldier likes to fight the king with his sword.

Eee logo turned into a floating cloud, you don't have to wander around the endless road. 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.

It's not unusual for a master to be good at kung fu. Don't fill my chest with ice and fire. "Listening to the Clever Master Playing the Piano" Li He said goodbye to Puyun's return to osmanthus bamboo, and there was a double phoenix language in the string of Shu. The hibiscus leaves fell and left in autumn, and the King of Yue began to visit Tianmu Mountain at night.

The dark minister knocks on the water jade, and the moth crossing the sea attracts the white deer. Who will see the sword take the long bridge, who will see Chun Zhu immersed in the topic.

Monk Zhu stood in front of us, and the truth in the Vatican Palace stood in awe. Guqin Pagoda is eight feet long, and the old tree in Fuyang is not a tung grandson.

The scent of strings in the pavilion surprised the patients, and the medicine bag bid farewell to the dragon beard for the time being. Please sing a song and ask your singer to sing a song. What's the advantage of being a courtesy officer and humbling yourself?

I heard the monk of Shu playing the piano, and Li Bai, a monk of Shu, went down to Emei Mountain in the west with a blue silk lute box. When I hear the sound of Matsutani, I wave my hand at will.

The sound of the bell rang, and it turned into a frosty bell. My heart was quiet, as if it had been washed with water. Unconsciously, dusk enveloped the castle peak, and the autumn clouds were bleak, covering the dusk sky.

Zheng Nv plays the zither. Eight-year-old Zheng Nv can play the zither, and the sound blown down echoes in the sky. Yong Men's tears, red carp's two tears, white ape's three tears.

When Zheng's daughter went out to attend her husband's marriage, she lost her leisure. High-rise buildings don't hide their voices, so they are ashamed to kill Huang Yinger.

"Listen to the flute song and stay away from Zheng Xie Law" Liu Changqing once pitied me in Changsha, bringing wine and sand to bid farewell to the relocated guests. Where there is plenty of grass in the sea, who can play the flute on the river?

The flute can make lonely guests worry, and the waves are as light as water. The business statement is bitter, the river is silent and the river is in autumn.

Listening to the sound of Guanshan, the moonlight in Sanxiang is sad. Blowing willow trees stirs up all the sounds, and thousands of miles of spring scenery hurts people's hearts.

Where does it drift with the wind? Only the winding lake is deep. After Farming left you, he turned white immediately.