In daily life or work and study, everyone must have come into contact with composition. Composition writing can exercise our habit of being alone, calm down our mind, and think about our future direction. I believe many people will find it difficult to write essays. Below are some excellent essays on the sound of the piano that I have compiled for you. They are for reference only. You are welcome to read them. Excellent composition on the sound of the piano 1

Xiao H, who lives in the same building as me, always plays his violin at around nine o'clock. Although he is already a level 8 violinist, I still can't hear it. What's so good about his violin music?

One day, I was reading a book in bed and getting ready to go to bed. As soon as I turned off the light, I heard the little h downstairs playing "beautiful" music. I think it would be okay if it was a lullaby, it would at least help me fall asleep. However, the tune he played had a pitch that was high and low, fast and slow. I also learned Hulusi, but I still didn’t know what key he played next. I lay in bed and struggled with this tune. "Ta! Ta! Ta! Ta! Ta! Ta!" syllables sounded one by one, usually followed by a fast high-pitched tone followed by a low and slow tone. I made this bet in my mind, but the next step was "Ta! Ta!" followed by a slow high-pitched tone. , I can never predict his next tune.

The next day, I went to school with him, and I said to him: "Hey, the music you played yesterday was so noisy! I couldn't even sleep." But he said with disdain: "My mother asked me to do it! If you want to talk to her, go to her." Of course I didn't dare to go against his mother, so I could only endure it. Until one morning, we went to school together again. He saw that I was still a little sleepy, so he laughed loudly: "You can't hear my piano tonight, the violin is broken!"

At night, I realized that I really couldn't hear him. The piano was playing, but I couldn't fall asleep. I calmed down. The room was very quiet, but I still couldn't fall asleep. I didn't sleep until twelve o'clock. I actually miss the "beautiful" sound of the piano. It is like my night watchman. Without it, I can't sleep. I always hope to hear the sound of Xiao H.

A few days later, I went to school with him again. He said, "Chen Wenjie, just wait until you die! My piano has been repaired again!" But I was a little surprised, and I could hear it again. That familiar sound of the piano. Excellent Essay on the Sound of the Piano 2

Father Spider is a well-known insect catching expert. He can catch hundreds of pests every day. One day, the spider father who was catching bugs in the city received a letter from the spider mother, saying that instead of working hard to learn how to catch bugs, the baby girl was obsessed with music and played the piano, danced, sang, and performed everywhere every day. After reading the letter, Spider Dad was very angry. How can this be done? I have to go back immediately and teach him a lesson.

Father Spider picked up his backpack and hurried home all night. The journey was long. When Father Spider got tired, he sat on a stone by the side of the road to rest.

Under the bright moonlight, a small river was flowing slowly. The forest in the distance looked dark. Dad Spider felt very lonely. At this moment, the beautiful and melodious sound of the piano came from the forest. The sound was high and low. It was very pleasant and attracted the spider father. He didn't feel tired or lonely at all. "Who is playing the piano? It's really not simple." The spider dad quietly walked towards the direction where the sound of the piano was coming, and then he heard a little girl singing: "My dad is an expert at catching insects, and for the sake of the city The child is not bitten by mosquitoes. It has gone far away. I miss it so much. "Oh, isn't that my baby girl?" I saw it playing attentively in front of a piano made of spider silk. . Dad Spider didn't believe his eyes. He quietly stopped and listened quietly, and tears of emotion flowed out.

The spider father did not speak to his daughter. He was afraid of disturbing his daughter's piano playing, so he quietly walked out of the forest. The next day, Father Spider wrote a letter to Mrs. Spider. Guess what Dad Spider would write? Can you tell me the contents of the letter? What would happen if the spider family reunited?

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Spider’s father wrote to Mrs. Spider: “Our baby girl sings very touchingly, plays the piano very well, and she is very beautiful. Be careful. Now that it has chosen this hobby, let it play. Maybe it can do something good, so there is no need to force it to learn to catch insects. We spiders can't just catch insects." Later, Spider Daughter! I concentrated on practicing playing the piano and singing, and also participated in singing competitions and won awards.

At the award ceremony held in the city, their family reunited! When the spider daughter saw her father, she rushed over and hugged her father and said, "Thank you, dear father, because of your encouragement, I am what I am today!" The father also hugged his daughter and said happily: "What a great kid, I am so happy." Proud of you! "Excellent composition on the sound of the piano 3

The breeze blows, and thousands of blue silks flutter. Wearing white clothes and green boots, a simple and elegant Guqin, a pair of slender snow-white hands, he is a handsome and unrestrained man. In the antique room, two or three peach blossoms peeked out from the wooden window. The man's hands were playing on the strings of the piano, and the sound of the piano seemed to be absent.

I stood in the room holding the zither. My parents told me that since I want to learn the piano, I should practice it in the artistic conception. Only in this way can I express my true feelings.

I listened to the man’s music, one after another. What kind of music is this?

A strange note floated out from under the man's hand. Since Guqin is the emperor and Zheng is the queen, Qin is the ancestor of Zheng and Zheng comes from Qin. So, I'm listening, maybe, can I find something out of this?

The sound of the piano is like the eagerness of a gentle girl waiting for her lover to get the first prize to marry her and go to her husband's house; like the worry of a crazy girl looking at the general's expedition; like the soldiers galloping on the battlefield to kill the enemy. The iron-blooded tragic song that defeated all the armies... This sound of the piano contains all the emotions in the world!

Just like Boya learning piano on the island, just like Beethoven suddenly being inspired to write "Moonlight". I sat down gently and placed the zither flat on my knees. Twenty-one white and green intertwined strings, each trembling delicate body, is a cry and roar full of desolation and unwillingness. I can't believe how tragic the sound of the piano is! It's so tragic that it makes you hateful! Regretful! It’s so frustrating! The sound of the piano seems to be telling the helplessness of being expelled by the emperor, the viciousness of being betrayed by a lover, and the fatigue of being in a power struggle...

A person's soul is scattered when the zither is played. I seemed to see the man with a liberated smile, and his piano turned into little stars and disappeared from the world.

This hut is located on a remote mountain. It may not be long before it disappears from this world with the liberation of its owner, leaving no trace behind. But, that piano, that Love, but it will stay in my heart forever. Excellent composition on the sound of the piano 4

The beautiful music slips out from the fingertips like running water. When the piano sounds, I forget to breathe and sink into the marsh.

I regard musical notes as elves, wandering in a dream world. The piano is like this, don't get angry because of practicing the piano, the sound of the piano will take you into a wonderland...

The sound of the piano is like a big bucket, soak your whole body in it, the tension and sadness of the day will disappear, and you will gradually understand When it comes to relaxation and pleasure, it will bring you into a quiet night and have a fantasy dream.

The sound of the piano is like a butterfly flying energetically in the vibrant spring. It took me to say hello to bees and squirrels, and my heart was as sweet as eating sugar.

The sound of the piano is a few brightly colored flowers, which seem to know the arrival of spring and the harvest of the orchard. Especially like lotus, the breeze blows and the flowers sway with the wind. The delicate petals are white and pink, just like a beautiful girl following the rhythm of the piano.

The sound of the piano is like a bowl of chicken soup for the soul, dotted with wolfberry, like a dancing elf flickering. After drinking this bowl of chicken soup, my whole body feels warm, because it is singing your praises, so I can't help but say hello to everyone I see.

The sound of the piano is like a book. The first page is written with your favorite songs, the second page is signed by your favorite star, the third page is a warm little story... the last page is people’s response to Your blessings and concern.

The sound of the piano is a piece of paper. The paper moves with the spring breeze. The wind gives it to the people. The melodious sound of the piano spreads through every window. Everyone has recorded these notes in their hearts. Everyone fell in love with the sound of the piano!

The sound of the piano is like a clear spring, a clear spring without stones, and the smooth music spreads into everyone's heart. If you encounter this clear spring, you will feel happy throughout your life. If you drink this clear spring, your body will be full of vitality, a blazing fire will be ignited behind your back, which will never be extinguished, and you will be full of confidence! Excellent composition on the sound of the piano 5

One day by chance, I heard this piece of music - "Summer".

That day, I passed by the music classroom and heard bursts of melodious piano sounds, so I approached there.

Who will play the piano at this time? I guessed, stopped and listened carefully. Except for the sound of the piano, there was no noise. In front of a piano, there is a big brother sitting. He played with all his heart, even though the audience was just me and him. He closed his eyes for a while and gently touched the keys. Then he opened his eyes for a while and looked at the scene outside the window while playing.

I wanted to walk into the music classroom and listen more carefully, but I was afraid of destroying the harmony and beauty of the piano sound, so I had to stop again and gently closed the door, and the sound of the piano was separated. It came out through the crack of the door.

My ears were pressed tightly against the crack of the door, not missing a note. After listening to it for a long time, I saw his hands jumping and dancing on the keys through the glass on the door.

The sound of the piano is sometimes like the happy laughter of children, sometimes like the sea breeze gently brushing my cheek, sometimes like the huge waves of the sea, and sometimes it feels like my hand passing by. The water surface... is sometimes cheerful, sometimes passionate, sometimes gentle. Sometimes it reminds me of the pure blue with no white clouds in the sky. It makes people have the urge to jump into the blue sky and fly like a bird, and also have the desire to bask in the sun on the beach. It's like being taken into a fairyland and reluctant to come out. I imagined that I was a horse, galloping freely on the grassland...

The sound of the piano was still there, and I listened quietly, quietly tapping the rhythm with my hands while listening. It seems that I have witnessed everything on the beach in summer:

The beach is illuminated by the fiery red sun, and the grains of sand are golden and translucent. A group of children ran freely on the beach, and I ran with them. In the evening, the sun was no longer so hot, the sea breeze was blowing gently, and the waves were undulating on the sea. The children chased them all the way back home again.

When the song ended, there was still a beach in front of me, with waves blooming. My brother and I were intoxicated in the "Summer"... Excellent Composition on the Sound of the Piano 6

The cool moonlight fluttered and fell into the branches and leaves, permeating with a faint light. It lightly attacked my little wish and silently placed it in the crystal clear sleep. It condensed a kind of strength and hung on the green leaves. ——Inscription

In the spring when I was seven years old, I was only in the second grade and I was a child.

I was walking on the street with my mother, and suddenly a melodious sound of the piano came. After hearing the sound of the piano, I couldn't help but walk into the classroom.

The sound of the piano is like a stream. Sometimes it is soothing and long, sometimes it is extremely fast, and sometimes it seems to merge into a waterfall, with a rumbling reputation. This sound of the piano makes me unable to extricate myself. I know that I will never be able to escape from this beautiful sound of the piano.

"Mom, I want to learn the electronic keyboard"...

The spring warms the world, and the seeds of dreams sprout in my heart.

In the summer when I was nine years old, I was in fourth grade. Playing the piano is my daily "job".

I played the piano impatiently in the room, as if I was angry with God. But the more annoying he got, the worse he played. Finally, he slammed the piano shut and said, "I won't play anymore!" He threw the music sheet against the wall, threw himself on the bed and cried bitterly.

“Frustration is actually the tuition fee for success,” my mother said.

I looked at the photo with the examiner on the table, wiped away my tears, and started playing again. As if by divine help, there were no mistakes.

The heat is unbearable, and the cicadas are screaming desperately outside the house. It is extremely hot inside and outside, but my body has become much cooler.

In the fall when I was eleven years old, I went to take the electronic piano exam for Level 10.

Sit on the chair and start playing the piano. The music is sometimes gentle, sometimes fast; sometimes soft, sometimes high-pitched. I played this piece with all my strength. By the time the last note was played, I felt that my efforts had been in vain.

The blooming flowers bear heavy fruits, which are my rewards for pursuing my dreams.

Let’s go, youth. Let's go, dream. Let us emerge from the cocoon and become a butterfly on a sunny morning, holding up the most beautiful sun tomorrow.