2. Literary poems about saxophone
Poems about saxophone (poems about musical instruments) 1. Poems about musical instruments
1 I don't know where to play the reed pipe, and I want to recruit people to look home all night.
there are still two lines of idle tears, in front of Bao Zheng.
3 The string of the pipa says acacia. At that time, the bright moon was there, and it had returned according to the colorful clouds.
4 Jiang E sings about Motome's sorrow, while Li Ping plays with China.
5 why should Qiangdi blame the willows? The spring breeze doesn't pass Yumenguan.
6 in eastern Liao a girl was waiting, a girl of fifteen years, deft with a guitar, expert in dance and song.
7 Fifteen plays and sixteen poems.
8 self-made new words have the most charming rhyme, and Xiaohong sings and I play the flute.
9 Twenty-four Bridges, on the moonlit night, where can jade people teach flute playing?
1 but we drink to our guest bound home from camp, and play him barbarian lutes, guitars, harps.
11 horns are sounding all over the sky in autumn, and the night purple is stuffed with swallow fat.
a half-rolled red flag is in the water, and the frost is heavy and cold.
12 The sound from all sides rises, and it is thousands of miles away, and the long smoke and the sunset are isolated.
13 Yu Di blows in the Yellow Crane Tower, and plum blossoms fall in May in Jiangcheng.
14 whose Yu Di flies in the dark, scattered into the spring breeze full of Los Angeles.
15 The shepherd boy returns to cross the cow's back, and the piccolo has no cavity to blow.
there are many silk tubes in Jincheng, half in the river and half in the clouds.
17 peony and red beans are bright in spring, and the sandalwood is embroidered with silk.
18 fortunately, there is a little rhyme to talk about, and there is no need for a sandalwood * * * gold bottle.
19 our host, providing abundant wine to make the night mellow, asks his guest from Yangzhou to play for us on the lute.
2. Play the piano instead of the language, and talk about your heart.
21. After a while, I beat the piano, and my heart was full of anger and resentment.
22 a quiet girl is a good girl, which makes me in charge. Red tong has a bright red color, love it is really bright color.
as soon as the mourning Zheng plays Xiangjiang music, the sound is written in Xiangbo green.
24, however, leans on the slow string songs to break the Qin Zheng column.
25 The sound of the phoenix flute is moving, the jade pot is turning, and the fish and dragon dance all night.
26. Make a speech and send a message to Weidu, and look south to blow the platform. Xiao Guan has a legacy. Is Wang An Liang here?
27 Xiao Sheng Yan, Qin E dreams of breaking Qin Louyue.
28 tired guests stop at Lanqiu by the stream. What kind of jade flute is there upstairs?
29 where is the old friend? Jade flute and bright moon are free.
3 silk trees are combined into a piano, and there is an ancient sound in it.
31 what makes it so? Qiangdi and Qin Zheng.
32 Xiaolian first played the pipa string. Break the blue sky.
33 it takes a lifetime to meet, and spring thoughts enter the pipa.
34 talking with pipa tea drinkers. So as to pass on the heart music.
35 who made the pipa? Don't leave your sorrow.
36 play the pipa. I'm ashamed to look at the screen painting.
37 A warm jade pipa has a cold moon skin, which is generally like snow reflecting Luo Luo.
38 pipa sound is the best, and it is difficult to explain it.
39 pipa strings are anxious for the autumn and Qing dynasties, playing as a long-lost feeling in Guanshan.
4 Nostalgia, singing and smelling flute fu, is like a rotten ke in my hometown.
41 He is good at drumming clouds and playing the harp, and often hears the spirit of the Emperor.
42 I suddenly heard that there was a mourning zither on the river, and it was bitter and affectionate. Who should I listen to? The smoke gathered in the clouds, according to the agreement is Xiang Ling. I want to ask for it at the end of the song, but I don't see it, and I count the peaks.
43 Pipa
2. Words describing saxophone sounds
1. Delicate and euphemistic [xì n ě i w ? n]: words and sounds are meticulous and smooth.
2, fresh and melodious [q Ο ng x Ο n y not u y á ng]: describes the ups and downs of the voice, continuous harmony, refreshing and fresh. 3. The voice of nature [tiān lài zhī yīn]: It is very pleasant to describe the voice.
4. hit the floor [zhì dì yǒu shēng]: Stone: musical instruments like Zhong Qing, with crisp and beautiful sounds. Metaphor articles are beautiful in language and powerful in language.
5. Yangyang Yinger [yáng yáng yíng ěr]: Yangyang: numerous; Ying: full. Of a loud and beautiful voice filling both ears.
Describe the sweet voice of speaking and reading.
Extended information: saxophones are divided into: double bass saxophone, bass saxophone, alto saxophone, tenor saxophone, c-key saxophone, alto saxophone, f-key treble saxophone, treble saxophone, c-key treble saxophone and ultra-treble saxophone.
1. The saxophone was invented by Belgian adolphe sax in 184. He combined the mouthpiece of the bass clarinet with the tube of the Orphee Clyde and improved it, and named this new instrument after himself.
2. There are four kinds of saxophones commonly used: Soprano saxophone in B flat. E-flat Alto saxophone.
tenor Tenor saxophone. E flat on the bass saxophone.
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3. What are the verses about "playing the flute"
1. The sound of Yu Di's dark flying scattered in the spring breeze all over Los Angeles. -Li Bai's "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night"
Interpretation: Whose exquisite flute secretly sounds melodious. As the spring breeze flutters, it spreads all over Luoyang.
2. Yu Di blows in the Yellow Crane Tower, and plum blossoms fall in Jiangcheng in May. -Li Bai's "Yellow Crane Tower Smells the Flute"
Interpretation: The flute sound of "Plum Blossoms Falling" came from the Yellow Crane Tower, which made Jiangcheng in May see plum blossoms falling again.
3. It's clear in the snow, herding horses in Hu Tian, and guarding the building with a strong flute in the moonlight. -Gao Shi's
Interpretation: The ice and snow have melted away, and the invaded Hu Bing has quietly returned. The moonlight was bright and the melodious flute echoed in the garrisons.
4. The cold mountain plays the flute to call for spring return, and the guests are moved to look at each other with tears. -Li Yi's
Interpretation of "Smelling the Flute on a Spring Night": Playing the flute in Hanshan to call for the spring to return to the earth, the people who have been moved can't help but cry at each other.
5. Nostalgia is empty, and when I go to my hometown, I feel like a rotten ke. -Liu Yuxi's "Rewarding Lotte at the First Meeting in Yangzhou"
Interpretation: I miss my old friend and recite the flute in vain, and I feel that it is not the old days after returning for a long time.
6. Play the Qiang flute and Guan Shanyue, without the worry of Wan Li, the golden lady. -Wang Changling's "Going to the Army"
Interpretation: The music of "Guan Shanyue" played by Qiangdi was brought from a distance by the autumn wind, and it can't eliminate my thoughts of my wife thousands of miles away.
7. Why should Qiangdi blame the willow? The spring breeze doesn't pass Yumenguan. -Wang Zhihuan's "Liangzhou Ci"
Interpretation: Why use the Qiang flute to play that sad willow song to complain that spring is not coming? It turns out that spring breeze can't blow around Yumenguan.
8. The grass shop is six or seven miles across the field, and the flute makes the evening wind sound three or four times. -Lu Yan's "The Shepherd Boy"
Interpretation: Green grass is everywhere, and the vast Yuan Ye is boundless. The flute sounded intermittently in the evening breeze, melodious and melodious.
9. Wan Li returned to the ship to play flute, which is the heart of our alliance with Bai Ou. -Huang tingjian's
Interpretation: It's better to find a boat to sit on and play the flute, and drift to your hometown, where it's not a better destination to be with Bai Ou.
1. Divorce was blown across Shandong by a flute. -Wang Anshi's "On the River"
Interpretation: The feeling of parting makes the distant flute blow and blow to the east of the chaotic mountain with the autumn wind
4. What are the good words and sentences of the eternal saxophone
1 Some people leave and never come back, so waiting and hesitation are the most ruthless killers in this world.
I become very low in front of you, as low as dust. But my heart likes it, and flowers come out of the dust. (Zhang Ailing wrote on the back of the photo given to Hu Lancheng)
3 Love, affection, we have everything, but there is no love.
4 If emotions and years can be gently torn up and thrown into the sea, then I would like to be silent at the bottom of the sea from now on. I love your words, but I don't understand them. You want to see my silence, but you don't understand it.
5 Love is always a thousand times. How can you love someone if you have never been abandoned or hurt? Love turns out to be an experience. I hope people will last for a long time. What do you like? What's your feeling?
literary poems about saxophone 1. Some literary sentences about music
Pipa playing Bai Juyi
I was bidding a guest farewell, at night on the Xunyang River, where maple-leaves and full-grown rushes rustled in the autumn. I, the host, had dismounted, my guest had boarded his boat, and we raised our cups and wished to drink-but, alas, there was no music.
for all we had drunk we felt no joy and were parting from each other, when the river widened mysteriously toward the full moon. We had heard a sudden sound, a guitar across the water, host forgot to turn back home, and guest to go his way.
we followed where the melody led and asked the player's name? The sound broke off...then reluctantly she answered. We moved our boat near hers, invited her to join us, summoned more wine and lanterns to recommence our banquet.
yet we called and urged a thousand times before she started toward us, still hiding half her face from us behind her guitar. ...She turned the tuning-pegs and tested several strings, we could feel what she was feeling, even before she played.
each string a meditation, each note a deep thought, as if she were telling us the ache of her whole life. She knit her brows, flexed her fingers, then began her music, little by little letting her heart share everything with ours.
she brushed the strings, twisted them slow, swept them, plucked them, first the air of The Rainbow Skirt, then The Six Little Ones. The large strings hummed like rain, the small strings whispered like a secret.
hummed, whispered-and then were intermingled, like a pouring of large and small pearls into a plate of jade. Between Guan Ying's words, the bottom of the flower is slippery, and it is difficult for you to swallow the spring and flow under the ice.
The ice spring is cold and astringent, as though it could not pass; and the notes, dying away. Into a depth of sorrow and concealment of lament, told even more in silence than they had told in sound, who stayed in Beijing for the winter. (excerpt)
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2. Poems about literature and art
1. If you give me a glitz, I will allow you to blossom all over the world.
2. He looked at me from a distance, and his eyes were as distant and sad as rainy days.
3. Our fire will set the world on fire.
4, ten years of life and death are two boundless, and you will never forget it without thinking about it. Thousands of miles away in a lonely grave, there is nowhere to talk about desolation.
5. When we were young, we cried and laughed. When we grew up, we laughed and cried.
6. I have a shallow relationship, but I have a deep affection.
7. Mandarin ducks and butterflies leaning quietly on both sides of the window, they fly far away-Faye's Red Line
8. Mourning the grass with a horizontal sunset, half the city with a willow color and half a flute.
turning green wax into rubies in vain, the whole house is full of clothes and no memories
9. Brother, I wish you a better life than death and drift from place to place.
1. Memories have failed.
11. Living in this precious world, the water waves are gentle and the sun is strong-Haizi
12. See the world clearly, and then love it-romain rolland
13. For a long time, we were presumptuous and perverse
13. After that, it was just a process of flowering.
14. Love is a curse, and we will all become demons. -"Winter"
15. Under such redemption, life extends with dignity.
16. Years have ruined youth year after year.
17. I miss my seventeen-year-old bicycle.
18. Missing is a ritual, and true memory is born.
19. Have the simplest life and the most distant dream, even if it is freezing in the cold, the road is far away and the horse is dead.
2. The sun is far away, but there must be a sun.
21. What we lose in our years is a mood.
22, true loneliness is very real
23, I hate that you are so wantonly filling my summers
24, you must live hard
25, that's all mean to be. It's all destiny takes a hand
26, long struggle for a moment, sadness turns into transparency <
28. Elegance refers to quicksand, and old age is a period of time.
29. The candlelight is flickering all over the ground.
3. Life is a gorgeous robe, which is full of lice-Zhang Ailing
31. It is helpful to be patient, and it is worry-free without love
32. The wind is lingering and scraping, listening to the flowers falling all night.
33. Missing is not a mistake, but a passing-April's Zi Wu Yu
34. Spread the years on the red carpet and witness our limits.
35. If we are all white-headed, who will think of the distant past
36. Love as if we had never been hurt.
37. Just like a girl, because she doesn't love you, everything you do is wrong. Because she doesn't love you, everything is wrong.
38. A lotus blooms in Shang Yingying.
39. Today, I will say goodbye to you forever.
4. It is nothing more than a fleeting glimpse of youth, but I try to blackmail you with it to reveal a sadness.
41. I'll wait for you in front, waiting for 3, green summers.
42. Rebelling against a family is just a child's game, while rebelling against a world is the power of the devil.
43. On the throne of the deserted family, only the king and the king embraced to keep warm.
44. You only have these things, even if they are not as many as others, or even rubbish, you don't want to lose them, do you? Don't want nothing.
45. I hate it when someone takes away what belongs to me. Whatever I lose, I will take it back one by one with my own hands.
46. The long summer is gone, and the years are quiet.
47. The flowers covered by years become blank.
48. Waiting is the first old age in my life.
49. There is no greater sorrow than dying in my heart.
52. How strong is it to dare to forget it
53. There are some pasts, which can never be returned.
54. The phoenix flies around the world and asks for the phoenix
55. Our desire lends the color of the rainbow to the life that is just a mist-Tagore
56. Many things that we thought we would never forget for a lifetime are forgotten in the days when we never forget them.
Writing is a dark suicide
The so-called one-time meeting is a once-in-a-lifetime meeting in Japanese
Autumn rain and sorrow kill people
Even if the whole world is against you, I will stand behind you and betray the whole world for you
When God can't do anything, it's magic.
I'm just a passerby in your life. Why should I accompany you? Too softly for anyone to hear, except my comrade, the bright moon.
—— Wang Wei's Zhuliguan
Lingling autumn spring rhyme, stored in Longfengchi. Oil, oil, spring clouds, a cup can make it.
Gin has existed since ancient times, and few people get it. I should only be healthy and knowledgeable, and I know three things.
-Bai Juyi's "To Gin"
Lonely and mysterious, simple and true. As if the string refers to the outside, I saw the early ancients.
the meaning is far from the wind and snow, and sometimes it comes to the mountains and rivers. Who can tell the difference between economy and trade before the end of the high banquet?
—— Wang Changling's Qin
the monk from Shu with his green silk lute-case, west of Mount Emei. Wave my hand at will, as I hear the pine valleys.
I hear him in the cleansing brook, I hear him in the icy bells. Imperceptibly, the twilight shrouded in the castle peak, autumn clouds bleak, full of evening sky.
-Li Bai's Listening to Shu