1. At night when the moonlight is like water, I can often hear the piano playing leisurely, sometimes soothing like a flowing spring, sometimes rushing like a waterfall, sometimes crisp like a jade plate, and sometimes whispering. This is a clean piano sound, carrying people's hearts back to the depths of music, looking for spiritual roses.

2. The beautiful piano sounds slowly, gradually overflowing like a flood, filling every space in the examination room. There seems to be a white elf dancing with the wind in the sound of the piano, and the dance is elegant and noble; It seems that there are dazzling roses blooming for the second time, flowing out the fragrance of music.

3. The sound of the piano is euphemistic and continuous-like a mountain spring winding from a valley, flowing slowly

4. The sound of the piano is like a song, like the spring breeze green across the fields, like a bamboo shoot falling off its shell; Such as the sound of frogs, like the sound of lapping waves; It's like a bright moon shining in the dark, or children chasing kites ..............................................................................................................................................................

5. The piano sounds around the jungle. The trembling sound of the heart is like the roar of the breeze

and the rushing flow of the spring water

The haggard piano soul roams all its life.

It's hard to look back on the years, leaving no people behind.

The young hair has become bald and lonely in a flash.

There is no friend or friend, and the wind and rain are muddy.

How can you bear the ups and downs of honor and disgrace, especially the ups and downs of honor and disgrace, without resentment.

Only this string can help you to get rid of the sadness and morning This song should only exist in the sky. How many times have we heard of Guan Ying's words in the large strings hummed like rain, the small strings whispered like a secret and like a pouring of large and small pearls into a plate of jade?

It's difficult to flow under the ice in a quiet throat spring.

The silver bottle suddenly broke into the water slurry.

and out leapt armored horses and weapons that clashed and smote

and all four strings made one sound, as of rending silk

8.

Listening to the Clever Playing the Piano.

The row becomes majestic, and the warrior goes to the enemy field.

the floating clouds and catkins have no roots, and the world is wide and far away with the wind.

There are hundreds of birds, and suddenly I see a lonely phoenix.

you can't climb too high, but you lose power.

I have two ears, so I don't have to listen to silk.

since I heard the teacher play, I got up and sat down.

push the hand to stop it, and the wet clothes will burst into tears.

clever and sincere, there is no ice charcoal in my intestines.