Type: Poetry by Orfila Feng Zhisi 2004-5-2 1 published in Chatianxiang.

Hanging in the corner is the violin full of dirt and dust.

Secretly recording our voices,

Like the notes of time,

Let me look back.

The world of time is silent,

After you left,

I never opened that violin for anyone again,

My world, because you left,

Become silent.

The wonderful notes before,

Drinking your charming singing,

Used to be my greatest enjoyment,

But now this is my best hope.

Blow off the dust on the surface,

Acacia is like flying dust,

Stirred me up late at night,

I cried my eyes red with sadness.

Who will let me open the violin again,

Who made me stop being sad about illusory things,

Is that you?

I think it's you.

I found it online. I'll write another song when I'm free-

Remember the lyrics of a song?

"Who moved my strings and called me to the window?

The water stands upright, and you are on the other side of the night.

Who leans on my piano pillow and dreams of the full moon at night?

I thought I could only be a butterfly on both sides. "

By the way, BiBi Zhou moved my thread.

Two days later. ...

I wrote a song:

Flowers bloom and fall, and the fragrance is full of sleeves.

Vibrating strings and quiet tunes roam.

Sad serenade

Just play for me.

2. The famous saying about violin describes the sound of violin!

The piano came and went, when I saw sadness.

Sadness passed away in the March, and those times and time-related things sank in silence.

At the beginning of the silence, loneliness flowed in the rustling and fog flooded. Who is there? Crow color is like smoke, unconsciously dyed cheeks, frosted eyebrows and temples, and the bottom of eyes is sour as the tip of a blade. Who's following? It's the wind. It's over.

Hovering, soothing, the sound of the piano blowing, the main theme tells the woman's quiet sorrow, rather sad, like persistent inquiry. In the fog, the figure wandering in the distance has disappeared. Are you with him? Far, far away . . The piano is entangled in a relationship? Are you alone? A landscape? A cry? Or a sigh? The pain echoed clearly, remember? The voice said whose eye scar, like a flashing scale wave under a deep pool, is a streamer, cold and forgotten.

The faint male voice suddenly sounded, which was a casual memory chip. When time flies over the dark water, it drifts into the distance. . . But there is the trembling and piety of hymns, which rises far and wide, and moves slowly and resolutely. There is no space, no time, only echo, far away and empty.

The alto concerto, which repeatedly changes its theme, is thin and desolate. . . And that one or two piano sounds, like a chuckle, surge in an instant, is a water wave, scattered and faded.

Only the background sand hammer has been tapping gently with the beat of two minutes, do you hear? That is the footsteps of time, penetrating everything, sighing, disappearing and losing.

Trifles, intertwined and separated, you sigh three times, he looks ahead, and then floats away. . . Go forward together and fall down together. It's tears, withered and withered.

The piano suddenly sounded, but it was always fragmented and exhausted.

The beautiful sentence describing the violin is 1. Violin has brought me endless happiness, beautiful imagination and free flight of mind. Violin makes my life more colorful and brighter!

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

This violin looks strange. I think it looks like a gourd, but it is thinner than a gourd, and its waist is thinner than a gourd. Except for the strings, they are all pure wood. It is equipped with a long bow, made of ponytail and wood.

When practicing violin, I am sometimes angry, sometimes happy, sometimes sad and sometimes depressed. ...

Every day when I have time, I take out my violin to play. I can't play some songs, and my teacher and mother have been teaching me. I finally learned to play the violin!

That violin is a precious prize that won the gold medal in my singing contest, so I regard it as something worth a hundred times more than gold, silver, jewelry and diamond agate. That's my sweat and hard work. So I fell in love with playing the violin.

7. Melodious violin music; Rotate, rotate, and pluck unknown chords.

8. The sexiness of the violin, like the chirping of an oriole in the morning, once again aroused the desire to calm down at night.

9. An excellent violin doesn't need to be played, just lying quietly in front of you, and its elegant temperament can't be described in words. Every piano is made in ten years, so how can its beautiful timbre like an empty valley not make people move?

10. In the lonely night, only the violin whimpers and moans, which makes me feel anxious. ...

4. About the beautiful sentence of violin 1, the charm of the piano sound is irresistible, and the beauty of the piano sound makes me feel the joy of harvest.

The joy of harvest has brought me motivation to learn, and now I have a special liking for piano. It makes me intoxicated, enjoy the fun of piano in the beautiful voice, make me happy, and enjoy the happiness of success in studying hard and practicing hard. 2. The sound of the piano passes through the knocker covered with verdure, the riverbank covered with fishing fire, the reed covered with fluorescence, the alley beside the inn, the alley in the suburbs, and the village entrance blown by the cold wind. Outside the quiet curtain, those wonderful notes are slowly flowing from the strings.

His musical instruments are sometimes high-pitched and passionate, like the sea beating the coast at high tide, and sometimes euphemistically low, like a loving mother calling for a long-lost child; Sometimes it is crisp and light, just like a breeze blowing through a green bamboo forest ... 4. I changed a tune, oh, it's a famous piano song-Ode to Joy, which was composed by Beethoven after he was deaf. This piece of music is very gentle and I am familiar with it. I sang it at the opening ceremony of this year's Shanghai World Expo, and the familiar melody brought everyone's mood to the highest point. But listening to it on this quiet night, I feel it has a special taste.

Suddenly, a melodious piano sound mixed with a gentle breeze came into my ear gently. The wonderful piano sound seems far away, unattainable and close, lingering in my ears.

I stopped, let this string of smart jumping notes gently slide through my heart and dance happily. 6, give ear to listen, is the violin playing "Homesickness", the music seems to be from far and near, from small to large, after a gentle and indirect "overture", it is extremely strong vibrato, one by one passionate notes beating my heart, strong sense of rhythm makes my whole person seem to be dancing, suddenly, with a gripping double tone, the piano sound came to an abrupt end, my most elegant and gentle violin. In the slow and deep voice, with a little sense of desolation, it seems that a wanderer from his hometown is crying gently. I looked up at the hazy moon, which was shining with beautiful light in this quiet night.

7. The sound of the piano is still hovering on the path in the pale twilight, but it is like a clear spring, washing away the dirt and tired dust of the soul for every passerby. My thoughts gradually merged with this clever and wonderful piano sound, and I felt detached from the world of mortals, "concentrating and relaxing, blending with everything."

8. I seem to understand his piano. His piano was born in the darkness, but it doesn't belong to the darkness, but I don't want to get out of the darkness. Just thinking about his life.

Just like Lu Xun's life. They all love the darkness, find themselves in the darkness, and then have a passion for life.

I think that's why old artists play the piano like this. 9. I have been learning to play the piano since I was a child. Of course, I have deep feelings for the piano.

I like listening to the piano because it is melodious, beautiful and moving. "Duo, duo, mi, mi, la, la, duo ... several simple notes upset its original order and became a lively and elegant music, as if every note had a fantastic color.

Listen, how wonderful! Every note came alive under the magic of the performer, and they jumped happily. 10 I like listening to the sound of the piano, because the sound of the piano is sometimes as urgent as a group of people in Ma Benteng, sometimes as slow as running water, sometimes as low as a whisper, and sometimes as high as a towering mountain peak.

On hearing such a tune, I seem to be immersed in the beautiful melody of the music. I listen, I will fly freely, carefree and happily in the sky with the notes. 1 1, the sunset put away the last ray of light.

At the moment when I turned away, the wonderful piano sounded again, which moved me inexplicably again. The ancient road echoed with the laughter of grandparents and grandchildren and the touching sound of the piano.

My step forward has become firm, because in this dark night, the moving piano sound is my beacon. 12 I like listening to the sound of the piano. Whenever I concentrate on listening to songs, my body will fluctuate and I can't help humming.

Even the birds outside the window are shaking their heads and listening, accompanied by chirping. When your hand is only a millimeter away from it, it will fly away casually. Even the most naughty dog outside the door lay down and quietly enjoyed the wonderful music.

In the sound of the piano, it seems that every still life has become the master of music, and everyone jumped up and moved. 13, the soothing timbre, the gentle piano sound and the crisp children's voice are so harmonious with this night, and my restless heart due to the difficulty of homework gradually calmed down with the music.

The evening breeze gently brushed my cheek, and I seemed to smell the faint flowers. I put my hand out of the window as if to catch all this from nature. Although there is nothing in my hand, I feel heavy. At this time, I have already become a part of this harmonious scene.

Between heaven and earth, there are only the moon, the piano, the evening breeze and me. 14, the crisp sound of the piano gurgling.

As from a deep valley to a secluded mountain. Quietly dripping, dripping through the wrinkles of life, dripping through the vicissitudes of years, dripping through the blind eyes of old artists who understand the world, dripping quietly.

15, the piano sounds again, melodious, deep, tactfully and passionately. 16. At this time, the music is getting deeper and deeper. I suddenly realized the deep homesickness in "Looking up, I found it was moonlight, and sinking back again, I suddenly thought of home", and read Yu Guangzhong's "homesickness" for his mainland mother. He is a wanderer far away from home and has infinite nostalgia for his hometown.

5. Famous sayings about the violin describe the sound of the violin!

The piano came and went, when I saw sadness. .

Sadness passed away in the March, and those times and time-related things sank in silence.

At the beginning of the silence, loneliness flowed in the rustling and fog flooded. Who is there? Crow color is like smoke, unconsciously dyed cheeks, frosted eyebrows and temples, and the bottom of eyes is sour as the tip of a blade. Who's following? It's the wind. It's over. .

Hovering, soothing, the sound of the piano blowing, the main theme tells the woman's quiet sorrow, rather sad, like persistent inquiry. In the fog, the figure wandering in the distance has disappeared. Are you with him? Far, far away . . The piano is entangled in a relationship? Are you alone? A landscape? A cry? Or a sigh? The pain echoed clearly, remember? The voice said whose eye scar, like a flashing scale wave under a deep pool, is a streamer, cold and forgotten. .

The faint male voice suddenly sounded, which was a casual memory chip. When time flies over the dark water, it drifts into the distance. . . But there is the trembling and piety of hymns, which rises far and wide, and moves slowly and resolutely. There is no space, no time, only echo, far away and empty. .

The alto concerto, which repeatedly changes its theme, is thin and desolate. . . And that one or two piano sounds, like a chuckle, surge in an instant, is a water wave, scattered and faded. .

Only the background sand hammer has been tapping gently with the beat of two minutes, do you hear? That is the footsteps of time, penetrating everything, sighing, disappearing and losing. .

Trifles, intertwined and separated, you sigh three times, he looks ahead, and then floats away. . . Go forward together and fall down together. It's tears, withered and withered. .

The piano suddenly sounded, but it was always fragmented and exhausted. .