A poem describing a beautiful performance

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The poem about performance is 1. What are the sentences describing "performance"?

1. A fast melody suddenly attracted everyone's attention, and everyone was listening attentively.

2. A perfect musical masterpiece fills our ears like the voice of God and stays in our hearts!

The conductor waved his baton rhythmically, and the music came one after another, sometimes soft and sometimes passionate, and all the audience present were deeply immersed in this music world.

4. The spotlight constantly changes with the ups and downs of music, from red to purple, from bright to dark, and suddenly it feels that a beautiful horse is rushing to hire on the boundless grassland; This is a roaring and powerful wind, and the grand concerto echoes in the hall, so perfect that it can be described by the voice of God.

Cello sounds like a river, the left bank is a memory I can't forget, the right bank is a glorious time I deserve to persist, and the middle is my faint sadness every year.

6. The piano is playing in the dust, and the moon is bright. As soon as I relaxed, a breeze rose and fell. There are many piano sounds in the distance, which are long and lingering, but a feeling is thrilling.

7. Although the piano sounds like a complaint, all the best times, the brightest wind and frost, or the original appearance are slowly flowing.

8. The sound of the piano is like resentment. It is to clarify one's heart by looking at the years after Qian Fan, and to precipitate all the magnificence when the body is separated from the sea. After understanding, there is a calm and flexible heart buried under every note.

9. The sweetness of meeting and the bitterness of loneliness are all memories of you and me. Colorful, transparent and charming poems belong to your music love songs!

10. Take you back to your first love, go home, go back to the morning dew of your life, and have a sweet rest in the embrace of the piano sound-pure piano sound, endless love. Elegant piano playing can arouse your fond memories of places you once loved.

1 1. Piano world, interpreting romantic feelings with flowing notes. Perfect sound effects and wonderful performances give you excellent music enjoyment.

12. this song should only exist in the sky, and it is rare to hear it on earth.

13. The boat in the east is quiet, and so is the boat in the west. We saw the white autumn moon enter the center of the river.

14. Hum and whisper-and then mix them together, just like pouring pearls of all sizes into a plate of jade.

15. She frowned, bent her fingers, and then started her music, letting her heart share everything with us bit by bit.

2. What are the poems describing the performance?

1, northern song Yan, "partridge sky, colorful sleeves, concentrate on holding jade bells"

Multicolored sleeves hold jade clocks diligently. Those days, I was drunk and red. We danced and sang heartily, exhausted, and shook the peach fan feebly, from the late-night dance of Liushao Moon until the roof outside the house fell in the middle of the night.

Remember to meet each other after parting. A few times, I dreamed of being with you. Tonight, I look at you with a silver lamp, but I'm afraid this meeting is in my dream.

2. Hu's "Night Lights on the fifteenth day of the first month"

Thousands of doors were unlocked and brightly lit, and they moved to Dijing in the middle of the first month.

Three hundred wives danced in sleeves and wrote the sky in an instant.

3. Hu's "Miscellaneous Songs and Spring Warbler"

The willows in Xingqing Hunan haven't blossomed yet. I really put a plum first.

My wife sang "The Spring Warbler" and the flowers were dancing gently.

4. Tang Li Bai has four bright moons, the first part.

Flowers in the next pot of wine, no friends, drink alone.

Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people.

The moon doesn't know how to drink, but the shadow in front of it is behind.

I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happiness of spring.

The song I sing is bright and wandering, and I dance the shadow before wandering.

Wake up and be happy together, and disperse after drunkenness.

I am willing to stay with them forever and forget the harm of friendship, just like the Milky Way.

5. The title of Lin Sheng in the Southern Song Dynasty.

When will the singing and dancing in the West Lake stop? Warm winds make tourists drunk and make Hangzhou a continent.

3. Poetry describing the performance

We danced and sang heartily, exhausted, and shook the peach fan feebly, from the late-night dance of Liushao Moon until the roof outside the house fell in the middle of the night.

The little swallow queen danced lightly. Lady Zigong's peerless Yan Song Dao Ji dances low in the heart of a willow building and sings at the bottom of a peach blossom fan. Liu, a poet in the Song Dynasty, sang and danced in Liangyuan, drinking wine like a knife to relieve his worries.

I remember what a pleasant thing it was in peace. Fan Lou was lit up at night. Cao Zhi's Luo Shen Fu.

Just like Youlong. As bright as Yun Zheyue, as fluttering as returning wind and snow.

Pearl tassels rotate, stars shake and Hua Teng moves. -When will the singing and dancing in the West Lake stop?

The song I sing is bright and wandering, and I dance the shadow before wandering. -Li Bai's "Drinking the Bright Moon Alone" Liu Lou's heart dances low, and the peach blossom fan sings the wind.

Yan's "Partridge Sky" Liangyuan is full of romantic songs and dances, and wine is like a knife to relieve sorrow. I remember what a pleasant thing it was in peace. Fan Lou was lit up at night.

Liu is as magical as Youlong. As bright as Yun Zheyue, as fluttering as returning wind and snow.

In Cao Zhi's Ode to Luoshen, the pearl tassels rotate and the stars shake, while Hua Teng shakes the dragon and snake. Bai Juyi unlocked thousands of doors and lanterns. In the middle of the first month, he moved to the imperial capital, danced with his wife for 300 times, and heard the news in the sky for a while.

Zhang Hu's "Night Lights on the fifteenth day of the first month", Jincheng silk tube day after day, half into the river and half into the clouds. This kind of music should only be in heaven, where can I hear it several times?

Du Fu's "tsinghua campus" Many years ago, there was a beautiful Gongsun who came from all directions with a dagger. The audience is like a mountain lost between them, and the world moves back and forth with her movements.

So, beautiful as a group of emperors. She began to be like a thunderbolt, venting its anger and ending the shining calm like rivers and seas.

But those red lips and pearl sleeves disappeared, and no one except this student smelled of her fame. This beautiful woman from Linying, White God Town, still dances and sings happily.

When we answer each other's questions, we sigh together and feel sad for the changes that have taken place. There are 8,000 ladies-in-waiting in the harem, but none of them can dance short sword like Mrs. Sun.

Fifty years have passed, like the rotation of a palm, wind and dust filled the world and covered the imperial house. The children in the pear garden are scattered like smoke, and the female music reflects the cold weather.

The south wood of the golden millet pile has been arched, and I seem to hear the hay rattling on the cliff of Qutang. At the climax of joy, sadness comes with the rising of the eastern moon, China.

And I, a poor old man, don't know where to go. I must sharpen my feet towards illness and despair on a lonely mountain. Du Fu's Song of Dancing Daggers, a female student of Mrs. Sun, is the bloody head of an orangutan, and the sky is singing in unison.

However, my wife is disappointing, and six rooms of tea is a temporary move. Zhang Hu's "The First Thought" is usually played in Calyx Building in August.

The whole city is good at it, and a geisha has just become Zhao Jiechou. Zhang Hu's "Music of Qian Qiu" celebrates the fact that the willow in Chinan has not blossomed, so I really put a plum blossom first.

My wife sang "The Spring Warbler" and the flowers were dancing gently. Zhang Hu's "Spring Warbler Outside the Castle Peak Building Outside the Mountain", when will the West Lake Dance stop? Lin Sheng's "Lin 'an Mansion Inscription" was innocent and came to Yaochi.

Graceful and covered, full of beauty, very clean when making up. Too mobile to turn over, it's time to dance.

It's still the same sentence: old fragrance is light powder, flowers are not like it, and people are haggard. I want to call fairy Ling Bo.

Boating, waves travel thousands of miles. I'm only worried about looking back. The ice curtain is half covered, and the Ming Dynasty is falling.

The shadow of the moon is sad, and the dew is scattered. Who leans on the small aperture? * * * In Fang Meng, there are still amphibious snow herons, and it is cold at night.

I once hosted a banquet with Xian Di in Zhaoyang for the book "Water" written by both Lu and Lao. There are countless songs and dances, among which the most favorite is the dress dance.

When dancing, cold food and spring breeze days, jade hook down the bar before the incense table. Yan Ruyu, who was a dancer before the incident, didn't wear fashionable clothes.

Xia rocked her crown, and she was full of admiration. Have a graceful demeanour doesn't seem to be Luo Qi, but Gu Jiling will hang up soon.

Zheng Xiao and the flute are mixed with each other, and their voices are swaying with a flick of their fingers. Scatter six plays without moving clothes, and the balcony does not fly.

In the middle sequence, the bamboo poles crack in autumn and break the ice in spring. Floating back to the light snow, smiling and sending Youlong a surprise.

The weeping willows are weak, and the clouds are long. The smoke moth is at a loss, and the wind sleeves are low and affectionate.

Shangyuan refers to the green calyx, and the queen mother bid farewell to Joan. Numerous sounds are urgent for twelve times, and jumping beads shake jade.

Xiang Luan's dance is full of wings, and the crane song ends. I was surprised at first sight, but not enough to stare.

I haven't heard this song since 1989 fell into the world. Listen to mandrills in the city, and cuckoos crow under the dam.

In the second year of moving to Aiqiantang, I was in the mood to ask Sizhu. Exquisite and graceful, thank you Zheng, and talk about your life.

Clear strings and brittle pipes make delicate hands, so that you can make beautiful skirts. By the lake in front of the virtual white pavilion, just press it three times before and after.

I threw that bastard away. I heard that the stars are scattered now. I went to Suzhou in May this year to get old at dusk.

A greedy case often invades the night, not listening to it. Qiu Lai had nothing to do but be bored, and suddenly he had nowhere to ask.

Wen Jun, whose ministry is full of musicians, asked if there were any female dancers. There are100000 households in Yun Qi county, and no one knows that there is a costume party.

Just send Long song with me, titled "Dress and Feather Spectrum". Four flower notes are blue and red, and clothes are written in them.

There are many different forms, just like the dancers in Zhaoyang. At present, I seem to see the shape and quality. I think the past and the present are the same.

Doubt comes from a soul dream, like writing a picture of Danqing. I love acquaintance, born in singing and shaped in poetry.

I've never heard of you, breaking the tune of rainbow skirt and feather coat. I'll never see my poem again, and I haven't finished filming the song "Love in a Dress".

Everything has its owner, and Yang created the sound spectrum and wealth. You said this kind of dance is rare. It must be "City of Poor Girls".

Xiaoyu, the demon of martial arts, flies like smoke, and the more beautiful it is, the more beautiful it is. Beautiful flowers and clever smiles have been lonely for a long time, and the nursery is empty.

As you said, it's true. Try to listen to me calmly. If you want the national color to spread, I'm afraid this dance will be abolished.

Yao Yan's advantages and disadvantages are far from each other, and most of them are just flattery. Li Juan's Zhang Taijun is not too suspicious, and he plans to learn from it as appropriate.

Bai Juyi's "Yi Yu Ge Wei Shi": Young girls step on the spring day and step on Pingyang to win their hometown. Don't forget to dance your sleeves and bow your waist, and the street west hooks people's intestines.

There is a southern beauty in Kong's Pingyang Ci, dancing a green waist. In late autumn, the banquet is full of flowers.

Graceful as Lan Diancui, Wan Ru Youlong leads. The more gorgeous, the more beautiful.

The slow state can't be bad, and the complicated posture bends to the end. Low lotus waves, messy snow lingering in the wind.

When I fall, I flow and I want to return to the air. I just worry that I can't catch it, so I fly away to catch the surprise.

Li Qunyu's "Going to the East Building to Watch Dance on the 9th in Changsha" opened a splendid banquet and played three drums. The red candle moves the peach leaves and the purple shirt moves the branches.

The hip flower hung with cymbals is heavy on the waist, and the hat becomes a golden bell on the snow surface. You can't stay at the end of the song, and sex is sent to the balcony.

Bai Juyi's "Geisha of Philosophy" Wu Dao sewed colorful dance clothes, and the beautiful makeup and clothing won the spring, and the eyebrows and sleeves flew snow. The whole city is rare, which makes Chu drunk and forget to return.

The candle in the high hall is dim, and the jade hairpin hangs the tassel. Li Bai's golden flower folds the hood, and the white horse returns late.

Dance with wide sleeves, like a bird from the east. Li Bai's light rain fell on Fang Fei, and the garden was full of lights.

Mangroves rock song fans, green beads dance clothes. Countless strings are tuned to wine, and those who are mixed are homesick.

When you are sad, you are ashamed to see flowers fly. Chen Ziliang's "Appreciating Xiao's Zhong Chunyuan and Listening to Prostitutes" has a resplendent side.

4. Poetry describing the performance

Du Fu Watching Gong Sundaniang Dance Sword

There is a poem "Watching Gong Sundaniang's Disciples Dance Sword"

A few years ago, there was a beautiful Gongsun who danced her dagger from all directions.

The audience is like a mountain lost between them, and the world moves back and forth with her movements.

As bright as an archer shooting down the nine suns in the sky, as fast as an angel in front of a dragon's wings.

She began to be like a thunderbolt, venting its anger and ending the shining calm like rivers and seas.

But those red lips and pearl sleeves disappeared, and no one except this student smelled of her fame.

This beautiful woman from Linying, White God Town, still dances and sings happily.

When we answer each other's questions, we sigh together and feel sad for the changes that have taken place.

There are 8,000 ladies-in-waiting in the harem, but none of them can dance short sword like Mrs. Sun.

Fifty years later, Chen Fengzhuo (Xiang Xiang, Hong Si Sheng) shocked the royal family.

The disciples in the pear garden scattered like smoke, and the rest of the women were happy to reflect the cold weather.

The golden millet piled nanmu has been arched, and the grass in Qutang Shicheng is bleak.

The song has been sung, the slow-string allegro has stopped, the joy is in full swing, the moon in the east rises, and the sadness follows.

And I, a poor old man, don't know where to go. I must sharpen my feet towards illness and despair on a lonely mountain.

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At that time, Cai Yan once produced Song of A Qin, and played this song in 18 sections.

Hearing this, the conference semifinals were filled with tears, and the grass was wet. Han made pork liver sausage for Guike.

The border town is full of smoke, the grassland is overcast and the snow is falling.

Brush the strings first, then brush the horns and feathers, and the autumn leaves in the suburbs are shocked [sad] [sad].

Mr. Dong is ingenious, and ghosts and gods also come out to eavesdrop.

Very handy to slowly knead the fast dial, and the reciprocating gyration seems to contain emotions.

The voice of the mountain birds scattered and gathered, and the song was as dark and clear as Wan Yun.

Young people scream at night, just like Titan's mother cries.

Then the river waves are calm, birds. Du Fu Watching Gong Sundaniang Dance Sword