My favorite famous song

I want to get stuck in the throat of fate, and it must not overwhelm me completely. -Inscription

The four movements are rigorous in structure, concise in technique, vivid in image, passionate in emotion, grand in boldness of vision and full of strong artistic appeal, which constitute it-the symphony of destiny.

The first four notes are strong and heavy. It is that fate is knocking on the doors and windows, which seems to have a faint panic. Bright allegro and sonata form run through the first movement, promoting the continuous development of music. The passionate, powerful and courageous tunes reflect Beethoven's strong will full of indignation and challenging feudal forces. The horn is tender, lyrical and beautiful with the horn tone changed from the motive of fate, which seems to tell Beethoven's desire and pursuit for happiness and a better life. Gradually, tone sandhi began to become more and more frequent, which is the fate of motivation to break in again.

When the first movement gradually came to an end, panic and gentleness merged in the music, which brought me a magnificent momentum. I wonder if Beethoven, a hundred years ago, was also interpreting his praise of the people's strong will to overcome the darkness and his belief in winning with such excitement?

The second movement begins in a slightly faster andante with a double theme variation. The elastic rhythm and undulating melody are even more lyrical and serene. The hero's optimism and the confidence and strength to gain further struggle from meditation are fully displayed at this moment. The cello and the double bass sounded eager, but the violin sighed helplessly. In the third movement, fate is still dangerous and threatening, and the first stage of the decisive battle is still won by fate. However, the darkness is bound to pass, and the dawn is just around the corner. Accompanied by the dance theme played by bass strings, an exciting passage is slowly staged, which symbolizes the people's confidence and optimism in the struggle under the dark forces. The range of the band is increasing, the sound is increasing, and an irresistible force directly leads the music into the brilliant finale.

The magnificent triumphal March is brilliant and cheerful, which is the incomparable joy for the people to win. The threat of fate rang out from a distance, but it was already lingering, and it could no longer stop the trend of history. Brilliant and bright tunes sounded again, and the overwhelming joy that the people finally won through struggle is beyond words at this moment. This decisive battle with fate finally ended in a bright and complete victory.

This is the symphony of destiny, high-pitched, passionate and inspiring. This song is a challenge and cry to fate after suffering the hardships of life and enduring the double harm of body and mind. It is a lonely story, a painful * * *, an outlet of resentment, and a torture of life!

From Beethoven's music, I read his tenacity, his struggle against misfortune, and was deeply shocked by Beethoven's indomitable spirit of remolding life with music!

I love it-the symphony of destiny. It taught me optimism and perseverance, never back down in the face of fate. Difficulties and failures are not terrible, as long as I can persevere and never give up, no matter how many difficulties and hardships, they will become a stepping stone to my success; As long as I can persevere and be determined, I will always be strong! 2. find a paragraph describing the appearance of a flute

These are beautiful sentences describing a flute.

The flute continued to float in the air, and I jumped into the sea of notes, when that beautiful rhythm spread in my ears-high and low; Melodious and passionate-the heart is also turbulent.

The unique timbre of the flute permeates the room, like an idyllic poem, which is elegant, light and quiet. Like a winding stream, it is tactfully crisp and sings softly; Like the original scenery of a hometown, it is fresh and natural without lead carving.

Alone at the bow, a flute flutters in the dusk, the melodious flute teases the red clouds in the sky, and the scattered flute dances the reeds on both sides.

On a lonely night, whose flute is playing the strings, just like the flowers on the other side dancing gracefully, falling together, or rising, gently floating through the ears from far to near and overflowing the heart.

suddenly, there was a beautiful flute sound, which seemed to be in a beautiful dream, intoxicating and exciting, as if flowers were blooming all over my heart in an instant. It seems that the whole world is listening, which makes people addicted.

Suddenly, the flute sounds lively and full of interest, circling repeatedly, and the beautiful melody falls down layer by layer, and the speed is accelerated one after another, which really means "singing late".

The flute sound in the quiet night, however, comes from an open heart, melodious, floating and echoing, lingering with infinite reverie and yearning, and rising slowly.

an eternal music turns to the ileum, rippling thousands of times; A melodious flute is like a cry, and it turns into the curve of the sea.

the beautiful and elegant sound of the flute lingers in my ears, as if a picture of freehand brushwork was laid out in front of my eyes.

I have to gasp in admiration. This flute is simply the sound of nature-so beautiful, so beautiful and so desirable. The notes have touched my nerves. How can I not let people tremble and praise it?

When the day was dyed rouge by the sunset, the loud, melodious and exciting flute rippled in the quiet aisle street and slowly disappeared at the end of the street.

The flute gradually becomes smaller and smaller, and the fishing boat sleeps on the shore. My heart is also immersed in the melody like a song with the rhythm, and then it is high, then it is calm, and then it is far away ...

The flute gradually fades away, and I return to my naive childhood in a faint sadness, outlining my infinite nostalgia for the past.

The flute rendered the twilight scene in misty rain poetically confused, which made people think of the sound from the ancient city wall in Jia Pingwa's novels.

The flute rises into the deep space with stars and bright moon, dancing gracefully with the clouds, just like the noise between heaven and earth turns into a gorgeous brocade, a silent and clever picture scroll, and a fresh and mysterious music.

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These are sentences that describe the flute.

the bamboo flute is made of a bamboo tube, which is hollow inside and cylindrical outside. There are 1 blowing hole, 1 membrane hole, 6 sound holes, 2 pitch holes and 2 auxiliary sound holes on the tube body. 3. Write a composition with moonlight, spring scenery and flute in about 3 to 4 words ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

I'll give you some articles, which can be integrated by myself to write moonlight: 1. Moonlight is gentle. Whenever I face such a bright moon, I just want to sit silently.

whoever goes or has other thoughts will make me feel guilty. Because of sleep, I missed too many people's simple and pure moonlight. For example, the fleeting time is receding, the past is not as good as sending, and the arrival is not as good as welcoming.

after many cycles of the tide of the years, I am grateful that the moonlight tonight can still let me find this amazing peace. Always in a quiet sleep, the moonlight pours softly, like the years that passed through my fingers between my ignorance.

I didn't realize that it slipped. If I hadn't bathed in such a pure moonlight night, I wouldn't have realized how many times I had missed the touch of looking up at the moon. I wouldn't have realized that all the joys and sorrows had been staged in those receding years ... In the splendor, I could think of everything, remember everything deliberately and throw everything away. I'm just an empty shell, and I'm not allowed to be private or hidden, because this eternal moonlight can shoot directly into my body-it can wash away all the brilliance ... Under the scene of the sky, the dull pain, struggle and hesitation in my heart are just too small and insignificant things.

however, all this, under the infection of gentle moonlight, gradually softened, smoothed and wiped away, like a crumpled paper, invaded a cool water tank-everything was calm, and the soft years danced. The night is gentle and the moonlight dances.

I can't get over Yang Jin's words-the night has slowly sunk and my heart has slowly floated up like a floating cloud. After walking for a while, I found that time is such a worthless thing. It can give you a promise, but it has washed away all persistence with its own running water.

People who can dance in the moonlight must have a firm but soft heart. In the dim light of night, they will stretch out and bask in the moonlight, and accept the pervasive cleansing and scouring of the moonlight ... When the night is over, dawn and the moon are dark, perseverance will shoulder all the burdens, hide the tenderness of the two sleeves dancing in the moonlight, and face the flowers and the clouds ... perseverance, because there is moonlight to talk about. The aura that is sprinkled all over the body is enough for us to face life calmly after the night fades ... This moonlight, which was originally the most gentle hiding and the most determined support in our hearts ... 2. Moonlight Tonight, the moon is very round and bright, like a white jade plate hanging on the vast sky. Suddenly, the dark clouds in the sky floated leisurely to the side of the moon, but it really couldn't bear to cover the bright moon. It just touched the round face of the moon and floated away! Moonlight is like water, and a breeze blows, bringing the fragrance of wild flowers. The river is gurgling, and the moonlight is sprinkled on the river, just like silver. The grass is green at the foot, the moon is charming in the sky, and the mountains are hazy in the distance. What a leisurely nature! The moonlight is picturesque and so beautiful! The moonlight is like a dream, so clear and so hazy! I love the moonlight tonight! 3. I seem to see the moon hanging in front of the window again, the color of pure gold, suspended on the blue background. Is it midnight or early morning? Is it the memory of a movie or a picture or a poem like the sea rising and the moon rising? No, maybe, I haven't woken up yet. The moon like that is only in my sleep.

I like the faint fragrance floating at night, and I like the moonlight like water. When I sleep in the middle of the night, I will get out of bed and open a window curtain. When I wake up, I will see all kinds of moons. There is a thin touch of clarity among the stars in the sky, a virgin-like back and forth in the clouds, an ethereal transparent yarn, and a jade-like brightness.

I also see various colors of the moon, pure white, milky white, golden and blue. However, when I told others about the various shapes and colors of the moon I saw, almost everyone said that I didn't wake up and talked in my sleep.

So, every moonlit night, if I walk on the road, I will instinctively look up at the moon. In the street where cars are coming and going, in the park where willows brush the embankment, and on the long stone steps leading to home, you will meet the moonlight like water when you look up.

I remember the softness of the spring moon, the brightness of Xia Yue, the height of the autumn moon and the coldness of the winter moon, and every time the moon is full or missing. I have also compared the moonlight in the city with the moonlight in Shan Ye, the moonlight in the pine room with the moonlight on the water, but I really haven't seen it. Please keep the color and appearance of this marked moon.

In order to prove that I am awake, I don't talk in my sleep, but I always believe that the moons I saw in my sleep are real. Someone told me never to look at the moon when I am melancholy, otherwise, melancholy will become messy.

I think she should have had such a mood and experience. Things are different. There are a thousand Hamlets in the eyes of a thousand people, a thousand moons and a thousand feelings in the hearts of a thousand people. She will be messy, and maybe I will be calm. Who can say clearly, is it that people become a month or that they pity others? I believe in the spirituality of all things, the dynamic and the static, the strong and the weak, treat them with heart and feel them.

The sun and the moon are the spirits of heaven and earth, and man is the spirit of all things. There must be communication between the spirits. That poet, in the nights when he sang songs about wine, was not to bring me my shadow and make us three with the moon. He looked at the moon, missed the moon, called the moon, invited the moon, asking for the moon, drunk the moon, enjoyed the moon, made the moon, Mugetu, and even "wanted to go to the sky to embrace the moon". The moon became the poet's lifelong lover. I suddenly wondered if the poet had seen the moon like that in my sleep, and he was patrolling the moonlight of a lake. Or did the poet think it was like white jade when he was young? This month and Gu Yue, just like people who walk at night, ancient people and modern people, saw the bright moonlight and spring scenery: the continuous spring rain dyed the earth green, and the soft spring breeze warmed the river.

look, it's raining again. Rain, like spun silk, is light and thin, and you can't hear the pattering sound or feel the dripping of fish.

I just feel as if this is a kind of wet smoke, which gently moistens the earth and people's hearts. Under the nourishment of the spring rain, the wheat seedlings grow greener and the vegetables and flowers bloom more golden.

in a criss-crossing field ditch, spring water is gurgling. Young trees and willows spread their branches and leaves in the spring rain, greedily sucking the sweet rain.

1. Lovely. 4. the flute composition in memory

a long time ago, on a summer evening, a 16-year-old girl was always fascinated by the flute that kept drifting in the distance, and the flute was still accompanied by a burst of osmanthus fragrance.

this happened in a very small town. This town is full of narrow alleys and stone roads made of ancient cloth.

small slate, a dilapidated place next to one courtyard after another. The girl left her hometown and came to this small town without friends. She has been living in a lonely and homesick mood. It was the long and sad flute that gave her a kind of comfort and sustenance.

So every night this summer, she lingered under the old wall, so that she could listen to the beautiful flute more clearly, and looked forward to meeting the piper in her heart. That night, they finally met at the corner of the old wall.

The piper is a handsome boy about the same age as the girl. The girl blushed, and the boy nodded at her politely, so that they knew each other. In the days to come, the girl stood at the corner of the old wall every day, because that was the only way for the piper to pass every day.

One day, the piper said to the girl, "You follow me at night and I'll take you to a place, but you stay away from me because I'm afraid my neighbors will see you." The girl hesitated and nodded.

They walked through one alley after another with a distance of 1 meters. The moonlight sprinkled on the stone road, and the dew at night wet the girl's dress. The stone road was clear and bright, with the silent back of the piper in front, pulling the girl forward with a great temptation. This is her only memory of being 16.

A river appeared in front of my eyes. There was a silver moonlight on the river, and the boy stopped. They are still staring at each other from a distance.

In the extremely sultry air in summer, the girl still breathes a breath, which contains countless longings and excitement in her young life. The boy approached her from a distance and held out his hand, the other hand clutching the flute.

"I just want to shake your hand. Thank you for listening to my flute every day." The girl held out her hand for him to hold, but in a short moment they each withdrew their hands.