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Poems describing playing the piano

Poems describing playing the piano are summarized as follows

1, guqin music "Running Water"

The moonlight is all white, and the piano is midnight;

On the seven cold strings, the cold wind in the pine forest

The old tune of self-love has gone unnoticed;

It's hard for you to vote for this song.

2. Wang Wei's Bamboo House

I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming a song.

It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.

3. Wang Wei answered Deputy District Chief Zhang.

With the passage of time, please give me peace and get rid of all kinds of things.

I think that there is no brilliant strategy to serve the country, only to retire to the mountains and forests.

Wide wind, the wind in the shade, the moon shining on the right to play the piano.

To know the truth about the poor, please listen to the fishing songs in the deep water.

4. Li Bai's "Listening to Shu Monks Playing the Piano"

The sea embraces the land-melodious songs come from the distant Emei Mountain.

When I hear the sound of Matsutani, I wave my hand at will.

The sound of the bell rang, and it turned into a frosty bell. My heart was quiet, as if it had been washed with water.

Unconsciously, dusk enveloped the castle peak, and the autumn clouds were bleak, covering the dusk sky.

5. Li Bai listens to Lu playing the piano on a moonlit night.

Sitting under the moon in a quiet night, listening to Mr. eremita playing the guqin.

Suddenly I heard a very Thai tune, just like Han Song.

The fingering of Snow White makes your delicate hands busy, and the syllable of "green water" really nourishes your heart.

Unfortunately, Zhong Ziqi has long since passed away, and there is no such confidant in the world.

6. Meng Haoran's "Listening to Zheng Wuyi Playing the Piano"

Ruan Ji pushes the name to drink, and the breeze sits in the bamboo forest.

Semi-hanging sleeves, wiping the dragon lip piano.

Put a song in a cup and you won't feel the sunset.

I am interested in mountains and rivers, and the smell is harmonious.

7. Chang Jian's On the Qin River

Jiang Ju Yu Qin, with one string clear and one heart clear.

The seven strings of Lingling are all over the ground, and the wood is full of melancholy clouds.

It can make the river white and make the river deep.

I only know that the branches of buttonwood trees can be decorated with gold.

8. Han Yu's "Listening to Ying Shi Playing the Piano"

Just like a pair of close children whispering, I had a dark conversation with two beautiful friends, the secretary. Like the wind, who is singing the flag? A soldier likes to fight the king with his sword.

Clouds and catkins have no roots, and the world is wide and far away. There were hundreds of birds, and suddenly I saw a lonely phoenix.

The cliffs pressed people to climb, and the dark valley collapsed under the thunderous sound of collapse. I am ashamed that I have a pair of ears and a pair of music. I am too ignorant to appreciate music.

Listening to your music, the piano suddenly rose, making people sit down low. In the panic, I reached out to block my chin, and tears had already poured into my eyes.

Smart and sincere, there is no ice charcoal for my intestines.

9. Bai Juyi's "Waiting for the Moon on the Piano"

On a sunny night, in the bamboo yard, when the window is not lying down.

* * * Qin is a wife, and there is an autumn period with the moon.

Emerald jade stays in the wind for a long time, and Jinbo comes out of the fog late.

I am the only one who knows how to wait for the clear scenery in a quiet voice.

10, Bai Yuchan's "Listening to the Piano Music"

Ten fingers give birth to autumn water and play the sunset several times.

I don't know how many people were heartbroken by this song.

The mind creates nothingness, and the strings ring between the nails.

Come to the palace at night, the moon is full of empty mountains.

Make a five-beat sound and play with your fingers.

Birds sing, flowers wither, and songs beat the spring breeze.