A sentence that describes the sound of the piano

The sound of the piano surrounds the jungle, and the heart trembles like a pine wind.

The melodious sound of the piano flows out slowly like a cheerful stream.

The sound of the piano sounded again, both high and frustrated, deep, tactful and exciting.

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

The sound of the piano surrounds the jungle, and the heart trembles, and the sound is like the roar of the pine wind, and the sound is like the spring water flowing hurriedly.

The beautiful and agile sound of the piano flows out from the fingers, like a thin flow through the heart, soft and quiet, soft and comfortable.

Sonic boom forest Yangguan three stacks of strings and sharp orchestras high and low The sound of the sonic beam for three days The pearl falls on the jade plate out of the valley Yellow warbler sings and sighs.

When people are happy, a breeze rises and falls in their ears. There was a wisp of piano sound in the distance, melodious, and a kind of rhyme was resonant.

This song should only exist in the sky, and it is rare to hear it in the world. Slow singing and dancing silk bamboo, the king of the day is not enough. The high place of the Li Palace enters the green clouds, and the fairy music wind is heard everywhere.

The sound of the piano followed the footsteps slowly, and the footsteps of the piano were faintly heard, and the sound of broken leaves, and the beat of the piano, and then drifted away with the wind.

The sound is like a butterfly about to fly, fluttering its wings, flowing clearly and brightly, and it seems that the distant sky outside the plug is precipitating clear light.

I danced my fingers to search, looking for the mirror that belonged to me. Later, I realized that all I was looking for was the beautiful sound of the piano between my fingers.

The jade hand was frivolous, and I saw that the Qianqian jade finger was playing quickly on the strings, and the sound of the piano was sharp and high, but it was not abrupt. Like countless fierce horses running away, the fierce ......

The shadow of the passing years, the song of the wind, the elegance of the moon, the whispers of a thousand words, the endless way, the broken strings, the blood covered with the fingers, the frozen rings, the sound of the piano echoes in the bleak place.

The sound flowing from the fingertips is like a butterfly about to fly, fluttering its wings, flowing clearly and brightly, and it seems that the distant sky outside the plug is precipitating clear light.

Melodious like a spring in the mountains, flowing loudly, from time to time naughtily stirring up waves, touching the stones on the shore, saying hello, whispering, and then continuing to flow forward.

Take a deep breath and relax slowly, but without losing that feeling, the charm. Continue with the final performance. Until the end of the last coda, I was engrossed and my body and mind were absorbed into the song.

Her dexterous fingers played on the keyboard of the piano, playing a beautiful piece of music, sometimes unrestrained and bright, sometimes euphemistic and delicate, which was really fascinating and intoxicating.

The clear and clear sound of the piano flows. It's like coming from a deep valley and a secluded mountain. Quietly flowing, dripping through the wrinkles of life, dripping through the ups and downs of the years, dripping through the blind eyes of old artists who have insight into the world, dripping quietly.

Under the same sky, who guards a round of waning moon, drinks a glass of moonlight wine, such as I lean alone in front of the window, enjoy the crescent moon, the past is sad, play the past, the strings are broken, and the sound of the piano echoes in the bleak place.

I play everywhere: on the piano, on the table, in the book, on the back of the bus. I love my five-finger flywheel, and I feel the joy of the notes flowing, like the gurgling water under the warm winter sun.

There was a wisp of piano sound in the distance, melodious, and a kind of rhyme was resonant. Although the sound of the piano is like a complaint, all the quietest times, the most brilliant wind and frost, or the original appearance, all flow slowly.

Gently stroking the body, he walked to the side and sat down, laid the instrument flat, took a deep breath, and his fingers began to fluctuate on the instrument, very smoothly. Accompanied by the piano, a gentle and somewhat sad singing voice slowly flowed out.

One sleepless night, I used the glass-like moonlight to string up the vicissitudes of life left to me, plucked the strings, wandered in the pond water, stirred up ripples, and the sound of the piano passed through the years, through time, and walked with thoughts.

The sound of the piano is the resurrection of the soul, stirring the heart into the condensation of the picture, in the silence, the ginkgo tree stands high in the garden and sings silently in autumn, and the yellow leaves of the thorn tree have long been written full of autumn and waiting for the wind to pick up.

Slightly blessed, sit down gracefully. The jade finger is lightly raised, revealing the slender and white jade finger, touching the piano surface, condensing and pondering, the sound of the piano sounded in vain in the hall, the sound of the piano is euphemistic but resolute, and the coupon comes, and it seems to be noble flowing water, bubbling charm......

The sound of the piano passed through the green knocker sprinkled outside the door, through the river embankment full of fishing fires, through the reeds covered with fluorescent light, around the alleys next to the inn, slid into the alleys of the suburbs, wandered through the cold and windy village entrance, and wandered leisurely outside the quiet curtain

The sound of the piano is like a song, like the spring breeze green over the fields, like the bamboo forest with bamboo shoots falling from the rain, like the sound of frogs responding to harmony, like the sound of lapping waves on the shore, like a bright moon shining in the dark night, and like children chasing kites...... Oh, only people who love life and are full of love have such a heart!

Sit down slowly, slender and graceful hands gently caress the strings... Stirred up the rippling music. The timbre is like a pool of clear water, clear and clear... Like a breeze on the lake on a summer night... Relaxing and fresh...... After the song, get up... Yan Ran smiled

Those beautiful notes flow slowly from the strings. His instruments are sometimes high-pitched and passionate, like the sea crashing against the shore at high tide: sometimes euphemistic and low, like an old mother calling out to a long-lost child, sometimes crisp and thin, like a gentle breeze blowing through a verdant bamboo forest......

The bright sound of the piano sounded slowly, gradually overflowing like a tide, filling every space in the examination room. In the sound of the piano, there seems to be a white elf dancing in the wind, dancing gracefully and nobly, and there seems to be a dazzling rose blooming one after another, wafting out the fragrance of music.

The sound of the piano still echoes on the path in the twilight, but it is like a clear spring that washes away the dirt of the soul and the tired dust for every passerby. My thoughts gradually merged with the sound of the piano, and I had the feeling of transcending the red dust, "the heart condenses and releases, and the ten thousand transformations are combined".

Suddenly, a melodious sound mixed with a gentle breeze gently entered my ears. The beautiful sound of the piano seemed far away, far away, and yet it seemed very close and lingering in the ears. I stopped, letting the strings of agile and jumping notes glide gently across my heart, dancing happily.

At this time, the music became more and more muffled, and I suddenly realized the strong nostalgia in "Raising My Head to Look at the Bright Moon and Bowing My Head to Think of My Hometown", and I also understood Yu Guangzhong's "Homesickness" for his mainland mother, which is a wanderer who has left home and writes with helplessness infinite nostalgia for his hometown.

On a moonlit night, I can often hear the sound of the piano sounding leisurely, sometimes soothing like a flowing spring, sometimes rushing like a waterfall, sometimes crisp like a pearl falling on a jade plate, sometimes low back like a whisper. It is a clean piano sound that carries the human heart back to the depths of the music in search of the rose of the spirit.

The charm of the sound is irresistible, and the beauty of the sound makes me feel the joy of harvest. The joy of harvest brings me the motivation to learn, and now I have a soft spot for the piano, which makes me intoxicated, let me enjoy the fun of the piano in the beautiful sound of the piano, it makes me happy, and let me enjoy the happiness of success in hard work.

The upbeat rhythm of the sonata immersed me in the music and tried to touch a beautiful story with my jumping fingers. Gradually, into the climax, the originally cheerful, soft and lyrical tune suddenly became very passionate with the smooth accompaniment of the left hand. I played calmly, slowly closing my eyes and listening to my own music.

I seem to understand the sound of his piano, which was born in darkness and does not belong to darkness, but does not want to be out of darkness either. Just think about his life. I also think about Lu Xun's life. They are extremely fond of darkness, find themselves in the darkness, and then burst out with the passion of life. I think that's why old artists play the piano like this.

The setting sun retracted its last rays of afterglow. At the moment when I turned to leave, the beautiful sound of the piano sounded again, and once again moved me inexplicably. The ancient road reverberated with the laughter of the grandfather and grandson and the touching sound of the piano. My steps forward became firm, because in this dark night, the touching sound of the piano was the light for me to move forward.

I love to listen to the sound of the piano because sometimes it is as fast as thousands of horses galloping, sometimes it is slow like flowing water, sometimes it is low and euphemistic like whispering, sometimes it is high-pitched and upright like a majestic mountain. When I hear such a tune, it is as if my whole body is immersed in the beautiful melody of the music, and as I listen to it, I will follow the notes and fly freely, carefree, and happily in the sky.

Oh, it's a famous piano piece - "Ode to Joy", which was composed by the great musician Beethoven after he became deaf, this tune is gentle, and I am familiar with it, which was sung at the opening ceremony of this year's Shanghai World Expo, and the familiar melody brought everyone's emotions to the highest point. But when I heard it in the quiet of the night, I felt something different.

I've been learning to play the piano since I was a child, and it is natural that I have a deep affection for it. I like to listen to the sound of the piano because it is melodious, beautiful and moving. "Do, do, do, mi, do, la, la, do...... A few simple notes disrupted its original order and turned into a lively, elegant piece of music, as if every note had a fantastical tinge. Listen, how wonderful! Every note comes to life under the magical magic of the player, and they dance happily.

I love to listen to the sound of the piano, and whenever I listen to the music with all my attention and concentration, my body will rise and fall, and I can't help but hum the song. Even the birds outside the window are rocking their heads to listen, chirping to the accompaniment, and when your hand is only a millimeter away from it, it will fly away nonchalantly. Even the naughtiest puppy outside the door lay down and quietly enjoyed the beautiful music. In the sound of the piano, it was as if every still life had become the master of the music, and they all jumped and moved.

The soothing tone, the soft sound of the piano, and the crisp children's sound were so harmonious with the night that my heart that was irritable due to the difficulty of homework gradually calmed down with the music. The evening breeze gently brushed my cheeks, I seemed to smell the faint fragrance of flowers, I put my hand out the window, as if trying to grasp all this that nature had sent, although there was nothing in my hand back, but I felt heavy. At this time, I had already become a part of this harmonious scene. Between heaven and earth, there is only the moon, the sound of the piano, the evening breeze and me.

Listening closely, it is the "Homesick Song" played by the violin, and the music seems to be from far to near, from small to large, a gentle and tactful "overture" Suddenly, with a gripping double note, the sound of the piano came to an abrupt end, and my heart tightened, and after a brief pause of a few seconds, the most elegant and gentle violin sound sounded again, in a slow and low voice, with a hint of desolation, as if a wanderer from his homeland was crying softly, I raised my head to stare at the hazy moon, and she was shining a beautiful light in this quiet night。