1. Poems about describing the piano

Poems about describing the piano 1. Sentences about the piano

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Beautiful sentences describing the sound of the piano to express your mood: The sound of the piano is like spring water, pouring down from your fingers like flowing clouds. ; The sound of the piano is like the sound of nature, playing the most beautiful songs in the heart; the sound of the piano is like the winding path of a mountain stream, with thousands of twists and turns; the sound of the piano is like the song of nature, which cannot help but be carved, simple and natural; the sound of the piano is the voice of the heart, it interprets It reflects the ups and downs of the player's heart and mental journey; the sound of the piano is like jade, warm and soft, close to the soul; the sound of the piano is like spring water, matching the rhythm of the heart and melting into the blood. 1. The interlaced black and white keys breed all kinds of beauty. Music, lightly touch a group of harmonies, and the vibrations produce incredible sounds. The piano is so charming, it is simple and vivid, and any unexpected sound can be expressed on the clean black and white keys, as well as pedals. Maybe it's not noticeable, but it sublimates the soul of music. When your hands fall on the keys and play the music, it is a painting. Beautiful sentences describing the sound of the piano 2. The music played on the piano can make people intoxicated. , different songs give people different feelings! Passionate, makes us passionate about life. Soft and beautiful, it brings us into a friendly world! 3. The tone of the piano is simple and rich, as soft as the winter sun, bright, warm and calm. The coldness is like steel balls scattered on the ice surface, the particles are distinct and penetrate the bones. It is as fierce as the roaring deep sea, shocking the heart and soul. Deep as the dark night, there is sound but there is no sound, and there is a bottomless power spreading to the sky. 4. When I sat in front of the piano, my thoughts returned to reality, and I couldn't help but be filled with emotions. For the sake of the piano, I sacrificed my childhood time when I should have enjoyed playing, but it was this "golden period" of life that created my brilliance today! 5. There is a kind of automatic player piano that is amazing. It consists of tens of thousands of parts. As long as you put the punched music score into the piano and step on the pedal with your feet, it will automatically read the score and play beautiful music.

6. I love crystal clear icebergs

2. Poems related to piano

1 "Spring Residence on the Road" by Bai Juyi

Light rain sprinkles the garden , it’s nice to find a new sunny day.

The low wind washes the surface of the pool, and the slanting sun tears apart the flowers.

The darkness helps the mist to be heavy, and the water is darker in spring.

It’s not as good as Tao is trouble-free, but still holds a stringed qin.

2 "Pond Window" by Bai Juyi

The lotus flowers fade in the late night of the pond, and the autumn bamboos on the window are meaningful.

There is no one at all. The only companion I have is a qin.

3 "Waiting for the Moon with the Qin" by Bai Juyi

On a clear night in the Bamboo Garden, when I am not lying under the pine window.

*** Qin is my wife, and I have an autumn period with the moon.

The jade tree is in the wind for a long time, and the golden waves are late in the fog.

The quiet sound waits for the clear scene, but I know it in my heart.

4 "Listen to Orchids" by Bai Juyi

The ancient music on the zither is Orchid, please listen to it more carefully for me.

I want to feel calm both physically and mentally, but I can't play it. Listen to someone playing.

5 "Cool Night" by Bai Juyi

The white dew wind clears the courtyard and the coolness of the house, the old man puts on his clothes first.

Where to throw the sleeves while dancing at the waist? , only one piece of stringless qin.

6 "Eat Sati" Bai Juyi

When you are full, you lie down with your pillow, and when you have slept enough, you get up and sing leisurely.

Drink lightly. A glass of wine, playing the piano slowly and several times.

It can not only relax your mood, but also make you proud of your time.

Who knows that after all the wealth and fame, there will be no peace of mind.

7 "East Courtyard" by Bai Juyi

The room under the bamboo in the Panasonic corridor, the warm eaves and the rope bed in the sunny day.

Three volumes of Jingming Jingshi Sutra, and a piano played by Mr. Rong Qi.

As old age fades and teeth decay, I dislike orange vinegar. When illness comes, my lungs are thirsty and I feel the fragrance of tea.

Sometimes I have no one to drink with, and I wander into drunkenness alone.

8 "Xubai Hall" Bai Juyi

The front office of Xubai Hall retreats, and nothing comes to the center.

Move the bed and lie down on the eaves of the sun, lying down and chanting idle poems with the pillow on the side.

9 "The Rise of the Qin on the River" by Chang Jian

A jade qin is played on the river, one string clears the heart.

The seven strings are clear and cool, and the ten thousand trees are clear and gloomy.

It can make the moon in the river white and the water in the river deep.

I just realized that the phoenix tree branches can symbolize gold.

10 "Gutong" Wang Anshi

The nature of nature is deep and dense, and the aloofness is hundreds of feet high.

The sky is unyielding, and the earth is humble.

With age, the roots become stronger, and the sun is arrogant and the leaves are more gloomy.

I want to relieve my sorrow in the bright future, and I would like to play the five-stringed qin.

11 "Zhuli Pavilion" Wang Wei

Sitting alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the qin and whistling loudly.

People in the deep forest don’t know, but the bright moon comes to shine.

12 "Send the Sword to Fu Yansou" by Xin Qiji

Mo Xie shines three feet into the cold, try to pick up the lamp Look carefully.

Let's hang up the empty room as a piano companion, and there is no need to take it with me to kill Loulan.

13 "Farewell to Friends on a Spring Night" by Chen Zi'ang

Silver Candle Vomit In the clear smoke, the golden statue is enjoying the beautiful feast.

When I leave the hall, I miss the piano and the harp, and I go around the mountains and rivers on my way out.

The bright moon hangs over the tall trees, and the long river has no dawn.

Long time to Luoyang, in what year will this meeting take place?

14 "Lovesickness and Resentment" Li Ye

Humanity's sea water is deep, not even half as long as lovesickness.

There is still water in the sea. End of the world, lovesickness is endless.

Carrying the piano up to the high building, the building is empty and full of moonlight.

Playing the love song, the strings are broken for a moment.

15 "The God of Xiaoxiang" Liu Yuxi

Mottled bamboo branches, mottled bamboo branches,

The tears are dotted to convey lovesickness.

Chu Ke wants to hear the complaint of Yao Qin,

When the moon is bright late at night in Xiaoxiang.

3. Poems describing playing the piano

1. "Listening to Shu Monk Jun Playing the Qin/Listening to the Shu Monk Jun Playing the Qin" - the author Li Bai in the Tang Dynasty< /

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Shu monk holds the green feather and goes west to Mount Emei.

Waving your hand for me is like listening to thousands of pines.

The guest's heart is washed away by the running water, and the remaining sound enters the frost bell.

Unconsciously, the blue mountains are dusk, and the autumn clouds are dark.

Translation: Shu monk Jun holds a green Qiqin in his arms. He comes from Mount Emei in the west.

He waved for me and played a famous song, and I seemed to hear the wind in the pines and waves.

My soul seems to be washed by running water, and the lingering sound echoes the autumn frost bell.

Unknowingly, the green hills are covered with twilight, and the autumn clouds seem to have dimmed a few layers.

2. "Qin Song" - Author Li Qi Tang Dynasty

The master has wine to enjoy the evening, please play the qin Guangling guest.

The moon shines on the city, half of the crows are flying, and the frost is desolate and the wind is blowing into the clothes.

The candles in the copper furnace increase the brightness, and the concubine Chu after the first play of Lu River.

After a sound, all the animals fell silent, and the four silent stars became more and more distant.

Qinghuai envoys traveled more than a thousand miles, and dared to tell Yunshan from now on.

Translation: The host serves wine for everyone to gather tonight, and the piano player plays the strings to add to the banquet.

The bright moon shines over the city, crows are flying, and the frost is coming, and the cold wind blows through the clothes.

The fire is warm and the candles add brilliance. The artist played "Lushui" first and then "Concubine Chu".

As soon as his piano sounded, everything fell silent, and the four people listened silently and held their breath.

I was ordered to go to Guan Qinghuai, my hometown far away, to inform everyone that I want to return to Yunshan Mountain.

3. "Ships Support the Qin at Night" - Author Bai Juyi, Tang Dynasty

Birds perch and fish do not move, the moon shines on the deep river at night.

There is nothing happening outside, and there is only the piano in the boat.

The seven strings are good friends, and the two ears are bosom friends.

When the mind is calm, the voice is calm, and there is no ancient or present.

Translation: On a clear night, the birds and fish are motionless. The bright moon is immersed in the deep river water, entering their dreams, right? There is no harassment from anything, except the piano in the boat. There is no harassment from anything. Just sit alone and sing a song indifferently! The seven silver strings on the piano are his most intimate friends, and his ears are his bosom friends. When the calm and natural voice melts into the heart, the whole world is eternal and beautiful. Who knows, where is the past and where is the present?

4. "Qiaoshan People Are Good at Playing the Qin" - Author Xu Ke Qing Dynasty

In the early days of the Qing Dynasty, there were people from Qiaoshan who were good at playing the Qin. He is good at fingering and has been taught by others. Every time he drums again and again among the desolate trees and thorns in the broken forest, the mournful falcons cry out in harmony. Later, he traveled to Yingchu and performed Dongting music during the trip. When the neighboring ladies heard about it, they sighed with regret. After that, he said: "I have held this for half my life, so I don't think I will meet a close friend here." He closed the door. The woman said: "My husband has been playing catkins for a long time. Today, the guest drums here, and the sound is very similar to his." The mountain man responded silently.

Translation: In the early years of the founding of the People's Republic of China, there was a man from Qiaoshan who was good at playing the piano. His fingering technique for playing the piano is very exquisite and he has been taught by experts. He often played it many times in the barren mountains and wild ridges, making the birds desolate and the falcons cold, and they all chirped sadly in response. Later (he) traveled to Chu State and played Dongting music alone in the hotel. An old woman next door was very moved when she heard the music and couldn't help but sigh with regret.

(The song) had finished playing, (Qiao Shanren) sighed: "I have been playing the piano for most of my life, but I didn't expect to meet my soulmate here!" (Qiao Shanren) knocked on the door and asked her, the old woman The man said: "When my husband was alive, he played cotton as a profession. The sound you play here now is just like the sound of my wife playing cotton!" Qiao Shanren said without saying a word. walked away.

5. "One of Two Songs of the Swallow" - Author Cao Pi Dynasty Wei and Jin

The autumn wind is bleak, the weather is cool, the grass and trees are shaking and the dew turns to frost, and the swallows say goodbye and return to the swans Nanxiang. (Yan Nanxiang, a work by Hu Nanxiang)

I miss you so much that I miss you so much when you travel, and I miss my hometown so much that I miss you so much. How can you stay and send me somewhere else?

The humble concubine stays alone in the empty room. She worries about you and does not dare to forget you. Unconsciously, her clothes are stained with tears.

The sound of the harp and the strings of the piano are used to clear the merchants, but the short songs and slight chants cannot be long.

The bright moon shines brightly on my bed, and the stars are drifting westward into the night.

The morning glory and the weaver girl look at each other from a distance, how can you live alone in the river beam?

Translation: The autumn wind is bleak, the weather is cold, the grass and trees are withering, and the white dew is frost. The swallows bid farewell and return, and the swans fly south. I miss my beloved who is traveling far away, and my heart breaks.

I am full of thoughts and miss my hometown. Why do you want to leave others alone? The concubine stays alone in her boudoir. When she is sad, she misses the gentleman. I can't forget it. Unknowingly, tears fell down and wet my clothes.

He took the guqin and plucked the strings, but there was a trace of sadness. The short song is chanted softly, seeming to continue and break. The bright moonlight shines on my empty bed, the stars flow slowly to the west, and the sleepless nights are long with worry.

Morning Glory and Weaver Girl look at each other from a distance. What sin do you have for being blocked by the Tianhe River?

4. What are the poems about the sound of the piano

Poems about the "sound of the piano":

1. "Poetry on the Qin"

Author: Su Shi

"If there is sound on the piano, why not put it in the box and let it sound. If the sound is on your fingers, why not listen to it on your fingers."

2 , "Spring Residence on the Road"

Author: Bai Juyi

"The gentle rain sprinkles the garden, and the new sunshine is good. The low wind washes the surface of the pool, and the slanting sun tears apart the flowers. The dim light helps the mist Heavy, the water is deep in spring. It is not as trouble-free as Tao, but it still holds a stringed harp."

3. "The Sound of Qin on the River"

Author: Chang Jian

"Tune a jade harp on the river, one string clears the heart. Seven strings play the coolness, and thousands of trees are clear and gloomy. It can make the moon in the river white and the water in the river deep. Only then did I know that the phoenix tree branches can symbolize gold."

4. "Zhuli Pavilion"

Author: Wang Wei

"Sitting alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the piano and whistling loudly. People in the deep forest do not know that the bright moon comes to shine."

5. "Lovesickness and Resentment"

Author: Li Zhi

"The sea water in the human world is deep, not even half as deep as lovesickness. The seawater still has an end, but lovesickness is infinite. Bring your piano up. The tall building is empty and full of moonlight. I am playing the song of lovesickness, and my heart is broken for a while."

6. "The God of Xiaoxiang"

Author: Liu Yuxi

" Bamboo branches, mottled bamboo branches, dotted with tears express their lovesickness. Chu Ke wants to listen to the complaints of Yao Qin, late at night in Xiaoxiang, when the moon is bright."

Author of "Eighteen Poems of Praise for Love"

: Yu Xin

"The sound of the piano fills the room, and the books fill the bedside."

8. "Xian Cong Shu Dang Tu Zai Yang Bing"

Author ：Li Bai

"The Guanghan River is thousands of miles long, and the sound of the jade harp flows forever..."

9. "Poetry on the Qin"

Author: Su Shi

"If there is sound on the harp, why shouldn't it sound when it is placed in the box?"

10. "Spring Rain"

Author: Lu You

"Window The book lessons are reduced, the strings are slowly swallowing the sound of the piano. "

5. Poems about the piano

Liu Changqing plays the piano coldly on the seven strings, listening to the cold wind in the pines.

Although the ancient tune is self-loving, many people today don’t play it. Two Qin Songs Sima Xiangru returned to his hometown like a phoenix, and traveled around the world seeking his emperor.

If you don’t meet me at that time, you will have nothing to do. How can you realize that you are going to be promoted to this hall now? There is a beautiful lady in the boudoir, and the people in the room are poisonous to my intestines. How come they are like mandarin ducks with their necks crossed, and they are soaring in the air! The emperor comes to live with me, and I have to entrust her to be my concubine forever.

Who is the one who knows how to communicate and understand each other in the middle of the night? Both wings rise and fly high, without feeling, my thoughts make me sad. Listening to Master Liu Zun Playing the Qin Cao Ye once heard cicadas alone in Qinghai, and listened to the spring in Kongting at night.

Unlike the quiet place in the Zhaitang, the sound of autumn is always on the seven strings. Listening to Master Ying playing the piano, Han Yu talks affectionately to his children, expressing gratitude and resentment to you.

Suddenly the situation became tense and the warriors went to the enemy's field. Floating clouds and catkins have no roots, and the sky and the earth are vast and far away.

A flock of birds chirped noisily, and suddenly a lone phoenix was seen. If you climb too high, you can't get any higher, if you lose ground, your strength will plummet.

I have two ears, but I don’t know how to listen to silk bamboo. After hearing Master Ying's playing, he got up and sat aside.

Pushing the hand to stop suddenly, wet clothes and tears. You are sincere and capable, but you can't put ice and coal into my intestines! Listening to Shu Monk Jun Playing the Qin Li Bai Shu monk hugged the green silk and went west to Mount Emei.

Waving your hand for me is like listening to thousands of pines. The guest's heart is washed by the running water, and the remaining sound enters the frost bell.

Unconsciously, the blue mountains are dusk, and the autumn clouds are dark. Qin Song Master Li Qi is having a drink tonight, please play the qin Guangling guest.

The moon shines on the city, half of the crows are flying, and the frost and wind are blowing into the clothes. The candles in the copper furnace increase the brightness, and the concubine Chu after playing the Lu River for the first time.

After a sound, all the animals fell silent, and the four silent stars became more and more distant. Qinghuai sent envoys for more than a thousand miles, and dared to tell Yunshan from now on.

Playing the Qin Liu Changqing plays the seven strings, listening to the cold wind in the pines. Although the ancient tune is self-loving, many people today don’t play it.

Sending luthier Mao Minzhong off to the north. Wang Yuanliang was at sunset in front of Xisai Mountain, and it was raining outside Beiguan Gate. The southerners shed tears, the northerners laugh, and the ministers bow their heads to the cuckoo.

Chapter 4 of Qin Music Cao Xueqin The wind is rustling, the autumn air is deep, and the beauty is far away alone and deep in thought. Where do you see your hometown? Leaning on the railing, tears stained my lapel.

The mountains are far away and the water is long, and the moonlight shines through the windows. I am sleepless and the Milky Way is vast, my clothes are timid because of the cold wind and dew.

What happens to my son is that he is not free, and what happens to him brings a lot of worries. My son and I have the same mind, and I miss the ancients.

Life in this world is like light dust, and there are long-lasting causes in heaven and earth. It's impossible to feel the cause of death, how can one's heart be as bright as the moon in the sky! Qingping music plays the piano in the gorge and inscribes on the wall. Nalan Xingde is cool all night long. Who is the soulmate? It is like a dream. Where is the front? It is also a song. I am sad and it is difficult to write. The sky is closed and the people are in the clouds. Follow the wild geese falling in the west wind to call for the red scarf and green sleeves. Don't teach the tears to shed in the heroic bamboo. The king of the hall, Wei, was sitting alone in the hut, playing the piano and whistling loudly.

People in the deep forest don’t know that the bright moon comes to shine. Sending the Sword to Fu Yansou Xin Qiji and Mo Xie shine three feet into the cold sky, try to look carefully with the lamp on.

And hanging up the empty room as a piano companion, there is no need to take it with me to kill Loulan. Farewell to friends on a spring night. Chen Zi'ang's silver candle blows out clear smoke, and his golden statue meets the beautiful banquet.

When you leave the hall, you miss the piano and the harp, and you take other paths around the mountains and rivers. The bright moon hangs over the tall trees, and the long river has no dawn.

I will go to Luoyang for a long time, in what year will this meeting take place? Lovesickness and Resentment Li Ye The depth of the sea is not even half as deep as lovesickness.

There is still an end to the sea water, and there is no limit to the longing for lovesickness. Carrying the harp to a high building, the building is empty and full of moonlight.

Playing the love song, my strings suddenly broke. Xiaoxiang God Liu Yuxi painted bamboo branches, stained bamboo branches with tear stains to express lovesickness.

Chu Ke wanted to listen to Yao Qin’s complaint, late at night in Xiaoxiang when the moon was bright. Master Suye's mountain house is waiting for Ding Da to arrive. Meng Haoran sets the sun over the west ridge, and the gullies are already mothed.

The pine moon is growing in the cool night, and the wind and spring are full of clear sounds. The woodcutter's desire to return is exhausted, and the smoke bird's habitat is beginning to settle.

The son comes in time, and Guqin waits for Luo Jing. In summer, the South Pavilion is full of emotions. Meng Haoran's mountain light suddenly sets in the west, and the moon in the pond gradually rises in the east.

Enjoy the cool night air, open the pavilion and lie down in the open air. The lotus breeze brings fragrance, and the bamboo dew drops silence it.

I want to play the piano, but I don’t know how to appreciate it. Feeling nostalgic for my old friend, I will always work hard on my dreams.

Twenty-Four Poems Sikong Tu’s words are very straightforward and his thoughts are profound. Suddenly meeting a secluded person is like seeing the heart of the Tao.

The music of the clear stream, the shadow of the green pines, one guest is a woodcutter, and the other is listening to the harp. Wherever one's emotions lead him, he will never find the beauty by himself. When he encounters it, he will find it from heaven, and he will hear the sound coldly.

6. Sentences praising the piano

1. The sound of the piano is like spring water, pouring down from your fingers like flowing water; the sound of the piano is like the sound of nature, playing the most beautiful songs in your heart; the sound of the piano is like the sound of nature, playing the most beautiful songs in your heart; The sound is like a mountain path, twisting and turning; the sound of the piano is like the singing of nature, unobtrusive, simple and natural; the sound of the piano is the voice of the heart, which interprets the ups and downs and journey of the player's heart; the sound of the piano is It is a beautiful jade, warm and soft, close to the soul; the sound of the piano is like spring water, matching the rhythm of the heart and melting into the blood. Beautiful sentences about the piano

2. The piano is like life, it is a song that can never be played to the end As a ditty, we have to take every note seriously, let us feel the sound of the piano with our hearts and understand life with our hearts.

3. I like the piano. I can play a lot of music with various emotions on it. Play the piano when you are sad and you will feel happy; play the piano when you are angry and you will be happy; learn to play the piano when you are frustrated and you will become stronger. Now I feel like playing the piano is no big deal! yes! No matter what you study, as long as you study hard, you will definitely learn well.

ah! Piano, the joy you bring me is endless!

4. When you open the piano cover, why is it black and white? I counted carefully, oh, there are 52 white ones and 36 black ones, ah! it's beautiful! I heard the melody of the piano again, one high, one low, some with sadness, some with happiness. I simply couldn't control my love for the piano in my heart. It was like a lovely elf, continuing my relationship with the piano. That sweetness.

5. The piano is the first musical instrument I came into contact with. My mother said that I couldn't stop having fun when I first encountered the piano. I climbed up on the piano and stepped on the keys with my hands and feet. I laughed every time I made a note, and my voice sounded like an old hen. Since then, I have been fascinated by the piano.

6. Learning piano has broadened my horizons. Through learning piano, I got to know world-famous musicians: Bach, the father of European music, Haydn, the symphonist, Mozart, the music prodigy, Beethoven, Schubert, the king of songs, Xian Xinghai, the people's musician, etc.; I recognized folk music Classical music and modern music; I recognized sonatas, symphonies, waltzes, and also learned to play a large number of world famous piano music, such as "Für Elise" and "Puppy Waltz".

7. Learning piano has sharpened my will. Learning piano is not easy, it requires tenacious perseverance and a strong will. Before I learned piano, in my mind, I always had the serious face of the teacher, the homework assigned in advance, the repetitive and boring mechanical exercises, the endless typos and wrong math questions, which made me indifferent to learning. Tasteless.

8. The sunshine at half past two in the afternoon is lazy and leisurely, flowing slowly along its ancient and elegant arc. This piano has been here for a long time, so long ago that she has been looking up to it with reverence for as long as she can remember. The fingers danced briskly on the keys, sliding from the bass to the treble, blooming a rose-colored scenery; and then slowly descending from the treble, like pearls scattered on the ground, fine and shiny. She deeply loves this old piano, loves every note it sings, loves its lingering feelings of dependence, loves the time at 2:30 in the morning, and is intoxicated in the water-like music.

9. I love the piano like a crystal clear iceberg, and I love the piano like a brilliant rainbow. Whenever I sit calmly in front of the piano and stroke it affectionately, I always feel the colorfulness of life.