What poems praise the sound of the piano?

Poetry about piano sound 1. What are the poems about piano sound?

Poems about "Piano Sound";

1, Qin Shi

Author: Su Shi

"If there is a sound on the piano, why not ring it in the box? If the sound is on your fingers, why not listen to it on your fingers? "

2. Walking in Spring

Author: Bai Juyi

"It's easy to find a new sunny day when it rains lightly in the garden. Low wind washes the pool surface, and the setting sun removes the flower heart. Orchids are cloudy and spring water is dark. It's easier than pottery, and you have to have a harp. "

3. Music on the River

Author: Chang Jian

"Jiang, a string of clear in my heart. The seven strings of Lingling are all over the ground, and the wood is full of melancholy clouds. It can make the river white and make the river deep. I only know that the branches of the phoenix tree can be decorated with gold. "

4. Zhulou

Author: Wang Wei

"I was leaning alone in the dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming. The voice is so low that no one can hear it except my partner Mingyue. "

5. Acacia

Author: Li Zhi

"Humanitarian sea is deep, less than half of lovesickness. The sea is still limited, and acacia is boundless. Take the piano to the high building, and the building will be full of empty moonlight. Play acacia, and the string will break for a while. "

6. Xiaoxiang God

Author: Liu Yuxi

"Bamboo, bamboo, bamboo, send acacia with tears. Chuck wants to listen to the lyre, and it's midnight in Xiaoxiang. "

7. "Recite the first poem 18"

Author: Yu Xin

"The sound of the piano spread throughout the room, and books were everywhere on the bed."

8. "Sacrificing Uncle Dangtu's Yang Bing"

Author: Li Bai

"Guanghan water Wan Li, Yuqin flowing."

9. Qin Shi

Author: Su Shi

"If there is a sound on the voice piano, why not put it in the box?"

10, spring rain

Author: Lu You

"The window is bright and a few dark books are reduced, and the strings are slow."

2. What ancient poems describe the beautiful sound of the piano?

1. Qin Shi

Song Dynasty: Su Shi

If the piano is hair, why don't you put it in the box?

If the sound of the piano comes from your hands, why can't you hear it?

2. The second Komatsu in the college

Tang Dynasty: Li Qunyu

A pair of dark hair dust, several autumn smoke two feet scale.

From then on, the quiet window smells fine rhyme, and the sound of the piano is long with the reader.

3. "Wei Chu Suburb"

Tang Dynasty: Tao Yong

There are red leaves in the court poems, and dark springs are dripping around the sound of the piano.

Outside, the sun is shining, the autumn is crisp, the road is cold, and there is a wisp of smoke.

4. On Assistant Minister Li in Eight Miscellaneous Poems. Youqin

Tang Dynasty: Liu Changqing

The moonlight is all white, and the piano should be midnight. In the hair, the cold wind in the pine forest.

Although I like this ancient song very much, most people don't play it today. It's hard to cast this song for you.

5. "Listening to Du Fu's Playing Hu Jia"

Tang Dynasty: Yung Hong

Hu Jia plays pipa well, and Ling Du, a mountain man, is a famous court orchid. Du He Shanyou,

The mountain man has been here for a long time. At that time, the sea asked for a bosom friend and Hu Jia to enter your hands.

Ling Du has been attacking the piano for forty years, but the sound of the piano is not on the string. Play this song for me in my seat,

The house is as desolate as a slum. The first and second beat, tears, no strangers.

6. Qin Ge

Tang Dynasty: Zhao Tuan

The green harp is made of the branches of Dong Sunzi, which was unknown under the window for ten years. The clear voice is not mixed with other people's music,

So I gave in to the dust. The lyre is brittle and moth-eaten, and its discrimination is never good.

If the piano sounded like a pipa, it would have been sold long ago. The jade emblem is cold and shameful,

7. Qin Ge

Tang Dynasty: Li Qi

Our host, who provided rich wine to make the night mellow, invited his Yangzhou guests to play the pipa for us.

Facing the bright moon, black crows are flying, frost is hanging on thousands of trees, and the wind is blowing through our clothes. (Wan Zuo: Wan Mu)

But a bronze stove added its light to the flower candles, the pipa played green water, and then the Queen Chu.

Once it started playing, there was no other sound: a spell was cast at the party and the stars became thin.

Qinghuai sent an envoy a thousand miles away, so he said goodbye and went on his way again, down the hill.

8. Qin tea

Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

Tao Tao was willful all his life.

Since I abandoned my official post, I have had more spring dreams, and I am more relaxed when I am old and don't study.

You can only smell the water in the harp, and the old tea is Mengshan.

I've been accompanied by poor traffic. Can't I go back today?

9. "Boat-assisted night piano"

Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

Birds are alive, fish are motionless, and the moon shines on Jiang Shen at night.

There is nothing outside but the piano on the boat.

Seven strings are good friends and two ears are bosom friends.

Peace of mind is silence, there is no distinction between ancient and modern.

10. I remembered Xin in the summer in Nange.

Tang Dynasty: Meng Haoran

The shadow of the mountain rises suddenly, and the moon in the pond rises slowly from the east.

Hang your hair in the shade at night, open the window and lie down in a quiet and spacious place.

The evening breeze sent waves of lotus fragrance, and the dew on the bamboo leaves made a crisp sound.

I thought I would want to make a song, make a song, I just hate my friends in front of me.

Feeling for a night, I miss my old friends all night, and it is hard to miss them in my dreams.

1 1. "Eighty-two poems, one"

Wei and Jin Dynasties: Ruan Ji

Can't sleep at night, sit up and play the piano.

Thin curtains look at the bright moon, and the breeze blows on the chest.

Lonely in the wild, birds are singing in Beilin.

What will you see when you walk? Worry and be sad alone.

3. What poems express the beauty of piano sound?

The reverberation lasted for three days.

We followed the direction of the melody and asked the player's name, and the voice was interrupted ... and then she reluctantly answered.

We moved the boat closer to hers, invited her to join us, and summoned more wine and lanterns to start our party again.

However, before she came to us, we called a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar from us.

... 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 brushes the strings, twists them slowly, sweeps them and plucks them, first "Nishang" and then "Six Yao".

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.

The east ship was silent, and the west ship was silent. We saw the white autumn moon entering the river.

Hope to adopt!

4. Write a poem with piano sound

Listen to the clever teacher playing the piano.

Tang dynasty: 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.

Chirp and chirp can be clearly seen in the mist, and JAK's shadow flies towards the phoenix in the Woods of hundreds of phoenixes.

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.

Listen to the monk king of Shu playing the piano

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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.

Listen to the piano

[Song] Anonymous

The six laws are sonorous, and Ling Lun writes them into the tail of the phoenix tree. Seven fine jade knocks at the cold star,

Wan Pai Liu Quan cried his fingers. Shan Yu followed in Yun Qi's footsteps, and ancient wooden lamps roared in Shan Gui.

Tian Wen's tears haven't finished yet, and Zi Gui cries blood to mourn the death of the ape.

Listen to the piano

[Tang] Meng Jiao

The falling rain is turning over the oak leaves. The moon sets in the west and there are three or four stars.

The piano was suddenly tuned to the front stream, and the forest was cold. I can't lie on my pillow when I hear the sound of the bomb.

Return the candle, straighten the hairpin, wash the spring and set up the atrium. Step by step, the teeth are deep, and the manners are Zen.

The breeze blows on the skirt, and I can recognize the voice in the palace. After studying Taoism for 30 years, you may worry about life and death.

Smell the bullets all night and do your best.

Listen to the piano at the monastery

[Tang] Juyuan Yang

Why not meditate on the jade piano? A real monk can't hear his heart.

From the complaints to the autumn hall, the clouds in the sky are deeper than the water.

5. Sentences describing the sound of the piano

I suggest you go and have a look, such as pouring pearls of all sizes into a jade lute to describe Bai Juyi and guqin, which can be said to be a swan song throughout the ages, as if you can't get through it; And notes, fade away.

The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice. Personally, I think these words are amazing If you write the piano, don't use melodious voice, because the violin can also be melodious. I like to use "flowing water" to describe the piano pipa.

That night, I saw off guests on Xunyang River, and maple leaves and rushes rustled in autumn. I, the host, have dismounted, my guest has boarded his boat, and we raise our cups, hoping to drink-but, alas, there is no music.

Although we drank a lot of wine, we were not happy. When we were leaving each other, the river mysteriously widened in the direction of the full moon. We heard a sudden sound, a guitar crossed the water, the host forgot to go home and the guests left.

We followed the melody, asked the player's name, and the voice was interrupted ... and then she reluctantly answered. We moved the boat closer to hers, invited her to join us, and summoned more wine and lanterns to start our party again.

However, before she came to us, we called a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar from us. ... 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.

Gently and slowly, initially after "Nishang" and "Liuyao". 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, as if it can't pass; And notes, fade away. 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.

The east ship was silent, and the west ship was silent. We saw the white autumn moon entering the river. She tied it thoughtfully on the rope, stood up and smoothed her clothes, serious and polite.

Tell us how she spent her girlhood in the capital and lived in her parents' house in Toad Hill. She mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, and her name ranked first in the list of musicians.

Quba once taught good people to yield, and her beauty envied all the leading dancers. How did the aristocratic youths in Wuling compete generously? Countless red silks were given to a song.

And the blood color of the skirt was stained by wine, China. Season after season, joy followed, and neither the autumn moon nor the spring breeze attracted her attention.

Until her brother went to war, and then her aunt died, and the night passed, and the night came, and her beauty disappeared. There were fewer and fewer cars and horses in front of the door, and finally she married herself to a businessman.

Who, first of all, stole money, accidentally left her and went to Fuliang to buy tea a month ago. She has been taking care of an empty boat in the estuary, with no companions except the bright moon and cold water.

Sometimes in the middle of the night, she dreams of her victory and is awakened from her dream by her hot tears. Her first guitar note made me sigh. Now, after listening to her story, I feel even sadder.

We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? ! A year ago, I left the capital and came here. Now I am a sick Jiujiang exile. Jiujiang is so far away that I haven't heard music, neither strings nor bamboo sounds for a whole year.

My residence is near the town by the river, low and humid, and the house is surrounded by bitter reeds and yellow rushes. What can you hear here in the morning and evening? The cuckoo's bleeding cry, the ape's sobbing.

I often pick up the wine and drink it alone in the spring morning with flowers and the autumn night with moonlight shining. Of course, there are folk songs and bagpipes in the village, but they are rough and harsh, and they are harsh in my ears.

Tonight, when I heard you playing the guitar, I felt that my hearing was illuminated by wonderful music. Don't leave us. Come, sit down. Play it for us again. I will write a Long song about guitar. ..

... she was moved by my words, stood there for a while, and then sat down to play her strings-they sounded even sadder. Although the tune was different from what she had played before, all the listeners covered their faces.

But which of them cried the most? ? This Jiujiang official. My blue sleeves are wet.

6. Sentences describing the sound of the piano (beautiful sentences are enough)

A sentence describing the quiet and beautiful piano sound in the concert hall: the piano sound in the dust, the bright moon. When people are relaxed and happy, a breeze fluctuates in their ears. From a distance, the sound of the piano lingers, but there is an emotion stirring. Although the piano sounds like a complaint, all the quietest time, the brightest wind and frost, or the original appearance, are slowly flowing. The sound of the piano, like a complaint, clarified Qian Fan's heart and precipitated all the magnificence when we faced each other across the sea. After understanding, there is a calm and flexible heart buried under every note.

2. Describe an example of a wonderful harmonica sound:

1. On moonlit nights, I can often hear the piano playing leisurely, 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.

7. Please listen to the poem describing the sound of the piano in the piano poem.

The poem "Listening to the Qin" describes the sound of the piano as "your seven strings are like the sound of a cold wind in a pine forest."

The lyre plays a cool tune with ups and downs, and listening carefully is like the rolling sound of a pine tree. This sentence comes from Liu Changqing's "Listening to the Qin" in the Tang Dynasty, and the original text is as follows: Your seven strings are like the sound of a cold wind in the pines.

Although I like this ancient song very much, most people don't play it today. The title of this poem is "Playing the Piano", and the titles of Liu Suizhou's collection and all poems in the Tang Dynasty are "Listening to the Piano".

Judging from the word "listening" in the poem, it is appropriate to have the word "listening" in the title. Qin is a traditional national musical instrument in ancient China, which consists of seven strings. Therefore, the first sentence takes "seven strings" as the pronoun of Qin, and the image is more specific.

"Lingling" describes the crisp sound of the piano and arouses the word "cool breeze". "Pine Wind and Cold" symbolizes the sadness of the piano entering the pine forest with the wind, which is very vivid and guides readers into the realm of music.

The word "listen" describes the ecstasy of the listener, which shows the beauty of the piano sound. Elegant and peaceful piano music can often arouse the listener's sense of tranquility and solemnity.

And there is the title of "the wind enters the pine" in the piano music, which is a pun and well-intentioned.

8. Please listen to the poem describing the sound of the piano in the piano poem.

The poem "Listening to the Qin" describes the sound of the piano as "your seven strings are like the sound of a cold wind in a pine forest."

Sentence translation

The lyre plays a cool tune, cadence, and listen carefully, just like the rolling sound of pine trees.

This sentence comes from Liu Changqing's "Listening to the Qin" in the Tang Dynasty. The original text is as follows:

The lyre plays a cool tune and listens carefully, like a tumbling pine tree.

Although I like this ancient song very much, most people don't play it today.

Appreciation of sentences

The title of this poem is "Playing the Qin", and Liu Suizhou's collection and all the Tang poems are "Listening to the Qin". Judging from the word "listening" in the poem, it is appropriate to have the word "listening" in the title.

Qin is a traditional national musical instrument in ancient China, which consists of seven strings. Therefore, the first sentence takes "seven strings" as the pronoun of Qin, and the image is more specific. "Lingling" describes the crisp sound of the piano and arouses the word "cool breeze". "Pine Wind and Cold" symbolizes the sadness of the piano entering the pine forest with the wind, which is very vivid and guides readers into the realm of music. The word "listen" describes the ecstasy of the listener, which shows the beauty of the piano sound. Elegant and peaceful piano music can often arouse the listener's sense of tranquility and solemnity. And there is the title of "the wind enters the pine" in the piano music, which is a pun and well-intentioned.

9. Good sentences describing the sound of the piano

1. On the night when the moonlight is like water, I can often hear the piano sound 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. Beautiful piano sounds like a tidal wave, and gradually overflow. It seems that there are dazzling roses blooming for the second time, and the music is fragrant and elegant. 3. The sound of the piano is euphemistic and continuous-like a mountain spring winding out of the valley and flowing slowly. 4. The sound of the piano is like a song, such as the spring breeze across the field, such as the bamboo shoots falling from the bamboo forest after the rain; Such as frogs, such as lapping waves; It's like a bright moon shining in the dark, or children chasing a kite, ............................................................................................................................................................... 5. The piano sounds around the jungle, like the wind roaring and the spring water running. The soul of the piano roams all its life. Years are hard to look back, leaving behind youth and becoming bitter in an instant. How can you stand ups and downs without complaining, especially ups and downs? Only this string can solve the sorrow, accompanied by morning and night, often accompanied by bitterness and joy. 6. This song should only be in the sky. How many times can we hear about the world? 7. The big string hums like rain, the small string whispers like a secret, and it is like a big pearl pouring into a plate of jade. The bottom of the flower is slippery, and it is difficult to break the water under the ice. 8. "Listening to the Master Clever Playing the Piano" is intimate and childlike, and you are wronged. The platoon became vigorous and the warriors went to the enemy's territory. Clouds and catkins have no roots, and the world is wide and far away with the wind. A hundred birds were screaming, and suddenly I saw a lonely phoenix. I can't climb beyond my ears, so I don't have to listen to silk gauze. I got up and sat down since I heard the teacher play. I pushed my hand to stop it, and my wet clothes burst into tears. I am smart and sincere, and I can't even put ice and charcoal in my intestines.