2. Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is blue and the sky is blue. The evening breeze blows the flute, and the sunset is beyond the mountain.
3. The beautiful and elegant flute is lingering in my ears, as if a freehand picture is spread out in front of my eyes.
The flute sounded like a reed flower, and Bai Niao suddenly started to walk. Don't idle the fishing rod, think about water and clouds.
5. Whose flute is flying in the dark and scattered to the spring breeze in Los Angeles. Who can't get homesick when they hear that there is another village in the serenade?
6. The flute is melodious, crisp and soft, and euphemism and clarity coexist. Just like nature, it is refreshing!
7. The flute is drifting away. In the faint sadness, I returned to my naive childhood and outlined my infinite nostalgia for the past.
8. The flute makes the twilight scene in the misty rain poetic, which reminds people of the crisp sound from the ancient city wall in Jia Pingwa's novels.
9. An eternal music turns to the ileum, rippling thousands of ripples; A melodious flute sounds like shouting and turns into the curve of the sea.
10, melodious flute, euphemistic voice, across the tree-lined path, floating among tall buildings, my heart suddenly lost.
1 1, standing alone at the bow, a flute fluttered in the dusk, the melodious flute teased the red clouds in the sky, and reeds fluttered on both sides.
12, the flute in the quiet night comes from an open heart, melodious and floating, echoing for a long time, lingering with infinite reverie and yearning, and rising slowly.
13. Suddenly, the flute becomes lively and full of interest, turns repeatedly, and the beautiful melody falls layer by layer, and the speed is accelerated step by step. It's really interesting to sing late.
14, when a day is dyed rouge by the sunset, the loud, melodious and exciting flute ripples in the quiet crossing street and slowly disappears at the end of the street.
15, there is always an unknown feeling when you hear the ethereal flute in the distance. The sound of the flute curled up, which was the voice in the dream. After a long time, it is still the same as before.
16, the flute gradually fades, the fishing boat sleeps on the shore, and my heart is immersed in the melody like a rhythmic song, then high, then calm, then far away.
17, at night, the lonely crescent moon hangs on the treetop at the head of the village, and suddenly there comes a low flute, which must be melodious and can't sleep. The flute slowly filled the small valley.
18, overlapping is lingering and wandering. Melodious flute affects the afterglow of sunset, as if petals in the sky are falling one after another, embellishing dignified pictures into dreamy artistic conception.
19, childhood, I had a beige piccolo. I tried to use this piccolo to extend my understanding of love, but the result was empty and turned into confusion and yearning for the soundtrack.
20. I slow down. My vision, under the guise of the bridge of sex and rain, crossed the time and space of years and returned to my childhood: a simple childhood, a brilliant childhood, a childhood with secrets and dreams.
22. The flute continued to float in the air, and I jumped into the ocean of this note. When the beautiful rhythm spreads in my ear, it rises and falls; The melodious and passionate heart is also surging.
23. When the beautiful rhythm spreads in the ear, it is high and low; The melodious and passionate heart is also surging. The flute continued to float in the air and I jumped into the ocean of notes.
24. In a noisy city, short flutes are rarely heard. The sound of the flute renders the twilight scene in the misty rain poetic and confusing, which reminds people of the sound from the ancient city wall in Jia Pingwa's novels.
25. Suddenly there was a beautiful flute sound, as if in a beautiful dream, which was intoxicating. It seems that flowers have filled my heart in an instant, which is exciting. It seems that the whole world is listening to it, which is addictive.
26. The flute rises into the deep space with the stars and the moon, and dances gracefully with the clouds, just like the noise between heaven and earth turns into a gorgeous brocade, a silent and clever picture scroll, and a fresh and mysterious movement.
27. I have to gasp in admiration. This flute is simply the sound of nature, so beautiful and so desirable. The notes touched my nerves one by one. How can I not make people tremble and praise?
28. The flute is sometimes loud and exciting, and sometimes cheerful and interesting. Syllables are as continuous as running water and as crisp and cheerful as clean water. We have been deeply intoxicated by this wonderful flute sound and can't let it go for a long time.
29. The unique timbre of the flute permeates the room, like an idyllic poem, elegant and light, quiet and distant; Like a winding stream, it is clear and crisp, singing gently; Like the original scenery of my hometown, it is fresh and natural without lead carving.
30. The flute in the quiet night comes from an open heart, floating melodiously, echoing, lingering with infinite reverie and yearning, and rising slowly. With the stars and the bright moon rising into the deep space, dancing gracefully with the clouds, like the noise of heaven and earth, it turns into a gorgeous brocade, a silent and clever picture scroll, and a fresh and mysterious movement.
3 1, when a day is dyed rouge by the sunset, the loud and exciting flute ripples in the quiet crossing street and slowly disappears at the end of the street. What a lovely flute! It is simply a bird with spirit, a bird that can sing. It sometimes seems to cry in an infinitely quiet valley; Sometimes it seems noisy in the depths of the trees in spring; Sometimes it becomes the chirping of birds.
Sentences describing the beautiful sound of the piano
From time to time, there came an ancient and elegant melody of Nanqu, like a thin Xia Yun, drifting leisurely into the blue sky at dusk.
Euphemistic music, like raindrops, moistens people's hearts.
The loud flute resounded through the sky, beautiful and pleasant, accompanied by the wind, like a roaring raging in the mountains.
There is a beautiful landscape painting in the sound of the piano. Deep springs flow out of the mountain stream and form a rainbow-like deep pool. There are fine ripples in the pool, and a golden moon is dragging in the water.
The piano sounds like two butterflies, flying happily in the golden sunshine.
The strings are whispering, as if the running water in the ditch is whispering to the crops on the shore.
He played the pipa slowly and gently. Sound image of water droplet collision. Fall into people's hearts.
Pipa is sometimes like a hundred birds singing together, and sometimes like Ma Benteng, which is crisp and sweet.
The big strings hum like rain, and the small strings whisper like secrets, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade.
Elegant piano sound matches the tune. Like dew dripping on flowers.
The keys emit unusually bright high notes, which are like a group of frightened birds flying against the faintly audible bass. Flapping their wings and hovering up and down
The sound of the piano becomes clear, like clear water in a cold spring, flowing through soft green algae and glittering and translucent gravel.
The sound of the piano is deep and sad, like crying, like an unfortunate street child telling his own suffering.
The sound of the piano, suddenly like lightning and rain, suddenly like a hairspring. Floating in the air, floating.
The piano is loud, like an eagle hitting the sky.
Pipa is sometimes sonorous and moist, such as water blocking the river stone, waves stopping the flying boat, and sometimes sad and euphemistic, such as the wind whistling in the canyon, twists and turns, and sometimes open-minded and open-minded, such as walking on the moon and flowing water.
This string of words suddenly jingled. Suddenly, it is lighter than falling flowers, such as long silk cotton, bright as beads and clear as running water.
Chords become very soothing, as if flowing from winter to spring.
The sound of the three strings is as tight as a sound, like the jingle of running water in the mountains.
The sound of playing the strings is big and small. There are flowers on the dock at dawn, and birds are singing wildly.
Long erhu sound. Sadness, desolation, silk. Want to break and want to connect. Like a cloud floating indefinitely.
Melodious harmonica sounds like a breeze.
The flute sounds in my ears are intermittent, and the music is as thin as gossamer.
The flute is cheerful and lively, like a few birds jumping and singing.
The flute sounded sad and angry. I seem to have been splashed with tears.
After this rapid, majestic and passionate flute sound, the rhyme gradually calmed down, as if the tide was ebbing, the moon was bright and the sandbar was quiet.
The intermittent words of the flute are as thin as gossamer.
Flute and clarinet came running in droves like naughty and laughing children.
The sound of the flute, sometimes like the spring breeze blowing through the green grass, sometimes like a few thrush singing in the branches, sometimes like the autumn rain rustling, sad and moving.
The flute is flying, crisp and pleasant. An ocean of mirrors emerges before your eyes.
The tambourine sounds like a violent storm.
Drums, suddenly eager, suddenly become heavy, like a wild wave lapping on the shore. Fly like lightning, walk like ichthyosaur. Like ice armor.
This drum sound is different from others. Clear as a crane, thin as a song, cold spring pouring into the stream, rain hitting the phoenix tree.
Drums are tight or slow, or like dripping residual leakage. Or like beans, or like horses, or like electric light.
The drums seem to be urging the music to speed up.
The sound of gongs and drums is scattered on the field like a waterline, and even the tender grass is shaking.
The heavy trombone complained sadly in a rich, calm and soft voice.
The tweeter brass trumpets cheered and sang the joy of victory.
He made a series of monotonous and dull sounds, just like hitting an elastic cotton tendon that was too tight.
Under her fingers, the melody sang its most charming sweetness. Decorative sounds lingered shyly and softly around the knuckles.
Wonderful music echoed in the hall. Like a sweet spring, it has been seeping into the audience's heart.
Music is full of passion, like storms, lightning and thunder.
After a slow adagio, music suddenly improved the teaching level, stabbing Jiangtian with a sharp-pointed voice.
The surging piano sound, like singing, like mourning, like mysterious cheering, seems to stretch out into space with twisted hands. After the confused excitement, it sank into a faint sob, into the middle of the night and silence.
Sentences describing the flute
1, the flute in the quiet night comes from an open heart, melodious and floating, echoing for a long time, lingering with infinite reverie and yearning, and rising slowly. In a noisy city, it is rare to hear short flutes. The flute rendered the twilight scene in misty rain poetic and confusing, reminding people of the sound from the ancient city wall in Jia Pingwa's novels.
3. The beautiful and elegant flute is lingering in my ears, as if a freehand picture is spread out in front of my eyes.
4. The flute rises into the deep space with the stars and the moon, and dances gracefully with the clouds, just like the noise between heaven and earth turns into a gorgeous brocade, a silent and smart picture scroll, and a fresh and mysterious movement.
The flute is sometimes loud and exciting, and sometimes cheerful and interesting. Syllables are as continuous as running water and as crisp and cheerful as spring streams. We have been deeply intoxicated by this wonderful flute sound and can't let it go for a long time.
6. The flute is drifting away. In the faint sadness, I returned to my naive childhood and outlined my infinite nostalgia for the past.
7. There is always a feeling of being unknown when you hear the ethereal flute blowing in the distance. The sound of the flute curled up, which was the voice in the dream. After a long time, it is still the same as before.
8. Alone in the bow, a flute flutters in the twilight, melodious flute stirs the red clouds in the horizon, and scattered flute dances the reeds on both sides.
9. When the beautiful rhythm spreads in the ear, it is high and low; The melodious and passionate heart is also surging. The flute continued to float in the air and I jumped into the ocean of notes.
10, I have to gasp in admiration. This flute is simply the sound of nature, so beautiful and so desirable. The notes touched my nerves one by one. How can we not make people tremble and praise?
1 1, overlapping and wandering, wandering and flowing. Melodious flute affects the afterglow of sunset, as if petals in the sky are falling one after another, embellishing dignified pictures into dreamy artistic conception.
12, childhood, I had a beige piccolo. I tried to use this piccolo to extend my understanding of love, but the result was empty and turned into confusion and yearning for the soundtrack.
13. Suddenly, the flute becomes lively and full of interest, turns repeatedly, and the beautiful melody falls layer by layer, and the speed is accelerated step by step. It's really interesting to sing late.
14, double plum trees outside the eaves, windy in front of the courtyard last night. I don't know where to whistle, and I hit it.
15, the flute gradually becomes smaller, the fishing boat sleeps on the shore, my heart is immersed in the melody like a rhythmic song, and then it is loud, calm and far away.
16 when a day is dyed rouge by the sunset, the loud and exciting flute ripples in the quiet crossing street and slowly disappears at the end of the street.
17, at night, the lonely crescent moon hangs on the treetop at the head of the village, and suddenly there comes a low flute, which must be melodious and can't sleep. The flute slowly filled the small valley.
18, the flute continued to float in the air, and I jumped into the ocean of this note, when the beautiful rhythm spread in my ear, rising and falling; The melodious and passionate heart is also surging.
19, melodious flute, euphemistic voice, across the tree-lined path, floating among tall buildings, my heart suddenly lost.
20, suddenly sounded a beautiful flute, as if in a beautiful dream, intoxicating. It seems that flowers have filled my heart in an instant, which is exciting. It seems that the whole world is listening to it, which is addictive.
2 1, I slow down. My vision, under the guise of the bridge of sex and rain, crossed the time and space of years and returned to my childhood: a simple childhood, a brilliant childhood, a childhood with secrets and dreams.
22. The unique timbre of the flute permeates the room, like an idyllic poem, elegant and light, quiet and distant; Like a winding stream, it is clear and crisp, singing gently; Like the original scenery of my hometown, it is fresh and natural without lead carving.
23. The flute rendered the twilight scene in misty rain poetic and confusing, reminiscent of the sound from the ancient city wall in Jia Pingwa's novels.
24, the rest of the flutes fly quietly, scattered into the spring breeze. Who can't get homesick when they hear that there is another village in the serenade?
25. Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is green. The evening breeze blows the flute, and the sunset is beyond the mountain.
26. When the day is dyed rouge by the sunset, the loud, melodious and gripping flute ripples in the quiet crossing street and slowly disappears at the end of the street. What a lovely flute! It is simply a bird with spirit, a bird that can sing. It sometimes seems to cry in an infinitely quiet valley; Sometimes it seems noisy in the depths of the trees in spring; Sometimes it becomes the chirping of birds.
27. The flute in the quiet night comes from an open heart, floating melodiously, echoing, lingering with infinite reverie and yearning, and rising slowly. With the stars and the bright moon rising into the deep space, dancing gracefully with the clouds, like the noise of heaven and earth, it turns into a gorgeous brocade, a silent and clever picture scroll, and a fresh and mysterious movement.
On 28th, the flute sounded among the reeds as agreed, and Bai Niao's trip suddenly began. Don't idle the fishing rod, think about water and clouds.
29, a song turned to the ileum through the ages, rippling thousands; A melodious flute sounds like shouting and turns into the curve of the sea.
30. On a lonely night, whose flute is plucking the strings, just like the flowers on the other side dancing gracefully, falling or rising together, gently drifting through the ears from far and near and overflowing the heart.
3 1, the flute is melodious, crisp and soft, and euphemism and clarity coexist. Just like nature, it is refreshing!
A word to describe a beautiful flute.
1. Suddenly, the flute becomes lively and full of interest, turns repeatedly, and the beautiful melody falls layer by layer, and the speed is accelerated step by step. It's really interesting to sing late. 2, an eternal music turns to the ileum and ripples for thousands of times; A melodious flute sounds like shouting and turns into the curve of the sea.
3. Suddenly there was a beautiful flute sound, as if you were in a beautiful dream, which was intoxicating. It seems that flowers have filled my heart in an instant, which is exciting. It seems that the whole world is listening to it, which is addictive.
On the 4 th, the rest of the flutes flew silently and scattered into the spring breeze. Who can't get homesick when they hear that there is another village in the serenade?
5. The flute is drifting away. In the faint sadness, I returned to my naive childhood and outlined my infinite nostalgia for the past.
6. The flute is sometimes loud and exciting, and sometimes cheerful and interesting. Syllables are as continuous as running water and as crisp and cheerful as spring streams. We have been deeply intoxicated by this wonderful flute sound and can't let it go for a long time.
7, melodious flute, euphemistic voice, through the tree-lined path, floating between buildings, my heart suddenly lost.
8. The flute is melodious, crisp and soft, and euphemism and clarity coexist. Just like nature, it is refreshing!
9. The beautiful and elegant sound of the flute lingers in my ears, as if a freehand picture scroll was spread out in front of my eyes.
10, I always feel unknown when I hear the distant flute blowing. The sound of the flute curled up, which was the voice in the dream. After a long time, it is still the same as before.
1 1, the flute continued to float in the air, and I jumped into the ocean of this note, when the beautiful rhythm spread in my ear, rising and falling; The melodious and passionate heart is also surging.
12, the flute rises to the deep space with the stars and the bright moon, dancing gracefully with the clouds, like the noise from heaven and earth turning into gorgeous tapestries, silent and clever scrolls, fresh and mysterious music.
13, when a day is dyed rouge by the sunset, the loud, melodious and exciting flute ripples in the quiet crossing street and slowly disappears at the end of the street.
14, the flute gradually fades, the fishing boat sleeps on the shore, and my heart is immersed in the melody like a rhythmic song, then high, then calm, then far away.
15, I slow down. My vision, under the guise of the bridge of sex and rain, crossed the time and space of years and returned to my childhood: a simple childhood, a brilliant childhood, a childhood with secrets and dreams.
16, I have to gasp in admiration. This flute is simply the sound of nature, so beautiful and so desirable. The notes touched my nerves one by one. How can we not make people tremble and praise?
17, a noisy city, it is rare to hear a short flute. The flute rendered the twilight scene in misty rain poetic and confusing, reminding people of the sound from the ancient city wall in Jia Pingwa's novels.
18, at night, the lonely crescent moon hangs on the treetops at the head of the village, and suddenly there comes a low flute, which must be melodious and can't sleep. The flute slowly filled the small valley.
19. Alone at the bow, a flute fluttered in the dusk, the melodious flute teased the red clouds in the sky, and the scattered flutes danced the reeds on both sides.
20. The unique timbre of the flute permeates the room, like an idyllic poem, elegant and light, quiet and distant; Like a winding stream, it is clear and crisp, singing gently; Like the original scenery of my hometown, it is fresh and natural without lead carving.
2 1, the flute sound in the quiet night comes from an open heart, melodious and floating, echoing, lingering with infinite reverie and yearning, rising slowly.
On the 22nd, the flute sounded among the reeds as agreed, and Bai Niao's trip suddenly began. Don't idle the fishing rod, think about water and clouds.
23, stack scattered, flow. Melodious flute affects the afterglow of sunset, as if petals in the sky are falling one after another, embellishing dignified pictures into dreamy artistic conception.
24. Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is green. The evening breeze blows the flute, and the sunset is beyond the mountain.
In my childhood, I had a beige piccolo. I tried to use this piccolo to extend my understanding of love, but the result was empty and turned into confusion and yearning for the soundtrack.
26. The flute rendered the twilight scene in the misty rain poetic and confusing, reminiscent of the sound from the ancient city wall in Jia Pingwa's novels.
27. On a lonely night, whose flute is plucking the strings, just like the flowers on the other side dancing gracefully, falling or rising together, drifting gently from far and near to my ears and overflowing my heart.
28. When the beautiful rhythm spreads in the ear, it is high and low; The melodious and passionate heart is also surging. The flute continued to float in the air and I jumped into the ocean of notes.