1. Poems about the violin

Poems about the violin 1. Ancient poems about the violin

Fresh Violin

Type: Poetry Author: Wu Xin Feng Zhisi 2004-5-21 published in Hongxiu Tianxiang

The dusty violin hung in the corner,

secretly recording our voices,

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Like the notes of time,

makes me unbearable to look back.

The world of time is silent,

After you leave,

I will not open the violin for anyone again,

My world has become silent because of your departure.

Those wonderful notes before,

Drinking your charming singing voice,

used to be my greatest enjoyment,

But now But it is my greatest wish.

Blowing up the dust on the surface,

Lovesickness is like the flying dust,

Keeping me sad until late at night,

So sad that my eyes turned red from crying.

Who will come again and ask me to open that violin?

Who will make me stop being sad for illusory things?

Is it you?

I think it’s you.

I found it online. I will write another one when I have time^-^

I still remember the lyrics of a song:

"Who touched my The strings call me to the window

Floating water and floating boat, you are on the other side of the night

Who leans on my piano pillow and dreams of the full moon all night long

I think we are each other Both sides can only be butterflies”

By the way, it’s Zhou Bichang’s “Who Touched My Strings”

Two days later…………

I wrote I wrote a song:

The flowers bloom and fall, the fragrance fills the sleeves

The trembling strings and the quiet tunes travel

The sad "Serenade"

Playing just for me

2. Famous quotes about the violin

Describing the sound of the violin!

The sound of the piano comes and goes when I see the sadness.

Sorrow passes by as it progresses, and the time and things related to time sink together in silence.

The beginning of silence, loneliness flowing in the sand, light mist filling the air, who is over there? Crow color is like smoke, cheeks are unconsciously stained with blue, frost is smearing eyebrows and temples, eyes are sour, sharp and cold like a blade, who is following? It was the sound of wind, passed and gone.

It is hovering, soothing, and the sound of the piano is gentle. The main melody speaks of the woman's subtle sadness, which is lingering and pitiful, like a persistent inquiry. In the fog, the figure standing slowly in the distance has lost its face. Are you with him? Look far, far away. . . Qinyin is struggling with a relationship? one person? A scene? A cry? Or is it a deep sigh? The pain echoes clearly, have you forgotten? The voice said that the scars under someone's eyes were flashing like scales under a deep pool, they were flowing light, cold and forgotten.

A faint male voice suddenly sounded, an inadvertent fragment of memory. The stream of light passed over the dark water and drifted far away. . . But there is the trembling and piety of the hymn, rising up to Liao Kuang and Yuanyuan, marching gently but resolutely, there is no space, no time anymore, it is an echo, far away and empty.

The alto concerto repeatedly changes the theme, but it is thin and dim. . . And those one or two piano sounds, like a chuckle, surged for a moment, like water waves, dispersed and faded.

Only the maracas in the background keep ringing softly with a two-minute beat. Do you hear it? That is the pace of time, penetrating everything, a sigh, disappearing, lost.

Three stacks of music, intertwined and separated, you sigh three times, he is as far as the eye can see, and then drifts away. . . Let's move on, and it will fall together. It's tears, withered and fallen.

The sound of the piano suddenly stopped and died out.

3. Beautiful sentences describing the violin

1. The violin brings me endless joy, beautiful imagination and freedom of mind. The violin makes my life more colorful and brighter!

2. The violin in my eyes is full of aura, especially when I hear the beautiful and beautiful music, it makes me feel that it is so magical!

3. The violin looks weird. I think it looks like a gourd, but it is slimmer than a gourd, and its waist is thinner than a gourd. Except for the strings, it is made of pure wood. It is matched with a long bow made of horsetail and wood.

4. When practicing the violin, sometimes I feel angry, sometimes happy, sometimes sad, sometimes annoyed...

5. Whenever I have time every day, I take out the violin and play it. I couldn't play some songs, so my teacher and my mother kept teaching me. I finally learned to play the violin!

6. The violin is the precious prize that I won the gold medal in the singing competition. Therefore, I regard the violin as something hundreds of times more valuable than gold, silver, jewelry, diamonds and agate. That was the result of my sweat and hard work. I also fell in love with playing the violin.

7. Melodious, melodious violin music; spinning, spinning, plucking unknown heartstrings.

8. The sensuality of the violin is like the singing of the oriole in the morning, once again stirring up the desires that had subsided in the night.

9. A fine violin does not need to be played, it just lies quietly in front of you. The elegance it exudes is indescribable in words. Every piano takes ten years to make, and how can it not be moved by its beautiful, hollow-like tone?

10. In the lonely night, only the violin sobs and screams, heart-wrenching...

4. Beautiful sentences about the violin

1. The charm of the sound of the violin makes It’s hard to resist, and the beauty of the sound makes me feel the joy of harvest.

The joy of harvest has brought me the motivation to learn. Now I have a special liking for the piano. It makes me intoxicated and allows me to enjoy the fun of piano in the wonderful sound. It It makes me happy and allows me to enjoy the joy of success while studying hard and practicing hard. 2. The sound of the piano passes through the bronze door knocker outside the door, passes through the river embankment covered with fishing fires, breaks through the fluorescent reeds, winds into the alley next to the inn, slips into the alley in the suburbs, and lingers in the cold wind. At the entrance of the village, outside the quiet curtain, lingering~~ 3. Those beautiful notes flow slowly from the strings.

His musical instrument is sometimes high-pitched and passionate, like the sea water lapping at the shore at high tide; sometimes it is gentle and low, like an old loving mother calling her long-lost child; sometimes it is crisp and bright, like the slow breeze blowing through the greenery. The bamboo forest... 4. Changed the tune, oh, it is a famous piano piece - "Ode to Joy", which was composed by the great musician Beethoven after he became deaf. This tune is gentle and familiar to me. The tune was sung at the opening ceremony of this year's Shanghai World Expo. The familiar melody brought everyone's emotions to the highest point. But listening to it in this quiet night, I felt it had a different flavor.

5. Suddenly, a melodious sound of the piano mixed with the gentle breeze blew gently into my ears. The beautiful piano sound seems far away, far away, but also seems very close, lingering in my ears.

I stopped and let these strings of smart and jumping notes slide gently through my heart, dancing happily.

6. Listening carefully, it is "Homesickness" played by the violin. The music seems to be from far to near, from small to large. After a gentle and melodious "overture", there is an extremely strong vibrato, and each passionate note hits me. The powerful rhythm of my heart made me feel as if I was about to dance. Suddenly, with an exciting double tone, the sound of the piano stopped abruptly, and my heart also tightened. In a few seconds, the sound of the piano suddenly stopped. After a pause, the most elegant and gentle violin sound sounded again. In the slow and low sound, there was a hint of desolation, as if a wanderer who had left his hometown was crying softly. I raised my head and stared at the hazy moon. , she is emitting beautiful light in this quiet night.

7. The sound of the piano still lingers on the path in the twilight, but it is like a clear spring washing away the dirt in the soul and the dust of fatigue for every passerby. My thoughts gradually merged with this smart and beautiful sound of the piano, and I felt like I was transcending the mortal world, "the heart is condensed and the form is released, and I am in harmony with all things."

8. I seem to understand his piano sound. His piano sound is born in the darkness, but it does not belong to the darkness, but it does not want to escape from the darkness. Just thinking about his life.

Just think of Lu Xun’s life. They all love darkness extremely, find themselves in the darkness, and then burst out the passion for life.

I think this is why the old artist plays the piano with such sound. 9. I have been learning to play the piano since I was a child, so of course I have a deep affection for the piano.

I like to listen to the sound of the piano because it is melodious, beautiful and moving. "Duo, duo, mi, mi, la, la, dou... A few simple notes disrupted its original order and turned into a lively and elegant music, as if every note was filled with fantasy. Color.

Listen, how wonderful it is! Each note becomes alive under the magic of the player. 10. I love to listen to the sound of the piano. Sometimes it's fast like thousands of troops galloping, sometimes it's slow like gurgling water, sometimes it's low and tactful like a whisper, sometimes it's high-pitched and straight like a towering mountain.

When I hear this kind of music, my whole body seems to be intoxicated. As I listened to the beautiful melody of the music, I would follow the notes and fly freely, carefree, and happily in the sky. 11. The sunset put away its last ray of light.

The moment I turned around and left, the beautiful music sounded again, and I was inexplicably moved again. The laughter and touching music of the grandfather and grandson echoed in the ancient road.

My steps forward have become firmer, because in this dark night, the touching sound of the piano is the beacon for my progress. 12. I love to listen to the sound of the piano, whenever I am focused and focused. When you listen to music, your body will rise and fall, and you can't help humming.

Even the bird outside the window is swaying its head to listen to the chirping accompaniment, when your hand is only one step away from it. After a few millimeters, it will fly away casually. Even the naughtiest little dog outside the door lies down and quietly enjoys the wonderful music.

Every still life seems to change in the sound of the piano. Becoming the master of the music, they all jumped up and moved. 13. The soothing tones, the soft sound of the piano, and the crisp children's sounds were so harmonious with this night that my heart was irritable because of the difficulty of homework. I gradually calmed down with the music.

The evening breeze blew gently across my cheeks, and I seemed to smell the faint fragrance of flowers. I stretched my hands out of the window, as if I wanted to catch this gift sent by nature. Although there was nothing in my hand, I felt heavy. At this time, I had already become a part of this harmonious scene.

Between heaven and earth, there was only the moon, the sound of the piano, and the evening. The wind and me. 14. The clear and clear sound of the piano flows quietly like it comes from the deep valleys and mountains, flowing through the wrinkles of life, flowing through the ups and downs of the years, and flowing through the old artists. The blind eyes that understand the world flow quietly.

15. The sound of the piano sounded again, rising and falling, deep, gentle yet passionate.

16. At this time, the music became deeper and deeper, and I suddenly realized the deep nostalgia in "Looking up at the bright moon, bowing down to miss my hometown", and I also understood Yu Guangzhong's "Nostalgia" for his mother in China, which is all A wanderer who has left home, writes with helplessness and infinite attachment to his hometown.

5. Famous quotes about the violin

Describe the sound of the violin!

The sound of the piano comes and goes when I see the sadness. .

Sorrow passes by as it progresses, and the time and things related to time sink together in silence.

The beginning of silence, loneliness flowing in the sand, light mist filling the air, who is over there? Crow color is like smoke, cheeks are unconsciously stained with blue, frost is smearing eyebrows and temples, eyes are sour, sharp and cold like a blade, who is following? It was the sound of wind, passed and gone. .

It is hovering, soothing, and the sound of the piano is gentle. The main melody speaks of the woman's subtle sadness, which is lingering and pitiful, like a persistent inquiry. In the fog, the figure standing slowly in the distance has lost its face. Are you with him? Look far, far away. . . Qinyin is struggling with a relationship? one person? A scene? A cry? Or is it a deep sigh? The pain echoes clearly, have you forgotten? The voice said that the scars under someone's eyes were flashing like scales under a deep pool, they were flowing light, cold and forgotten. .

A faint male voice suddenly sounded, an inadvertent fragment of memory. The stream of light passed over the dark water and drifted far away. . . But there is the trembling and piety of the hymn, rising up to Liao Kuang and Yuanyuan, marching gently but resolutely, there is no space, no time anymore, it is an echo, far away and empty. .

The alto concerto repeatedly changes the theme, but it is thin and dim. . . And those one or two piano sounds, like a chuckle, surged for a moment, like water waves, dispersed and faded. .

Only the maracas in the background keep ringing softly with a two-minute beat. Do you hear it? That is the pace of time, penetrating everything, a sigh, disappearing, lost. .

Three stacks of music, intertwined and separated, you sigh three times, he is as far as the eye can see, and then drifts away. . . Let's move on, and it will fall together. It's tears, withered and fallen. .

The sound of the piano suddenly stopped and died out. .