Man cannot live without music. The first people who have ever lived in the world are the first people who have ever lived in the world who have ever lived in the world who have ever lived in the world. In the ancient times of slash-and-burn farming, the pioneers sang songs and chanted the "Book of Songs", which has never been extinguished; on the ancient battlefields of the beacons, there were people singing endless music; on the Loess Plateau, the clear sound of the "Letters of Passage" drifted from the other side of the sky to us ......
Music can provoke the listener's heartstrings. As a person who likes music, I think the erhu pulls out the tune that can tug at my heartstrings the most. Only a "two springs reflecting the moon", I have felt the most moving music on earth, that simple tone, slow melodious melody, in the netherworld of the twists and turns of the flow, I feel that this is not a simple depiction of the spring under the moon, but from an unusually lonely heart out of the sound, which is contained in the music of the sadness of the sorrows, my heart could not not be trembling with it, can not make the heart quiet.
Quietly listening to that tune, my eyes are all the thin and lonely shadow of Bing, he could not see a trace of moonlight, but also failed to capture a drop of spring water, but he opened up to the world is a musician's feelings, all can feel his kind of talk about the world's bleak and wonderful language. He seemed to have two drops of "spring water" in his eyes reflecting the rising moon.
Jikang on the execution ground, playing the last piece of his life, he thought not of his own about to become a severed man, but his "Guangling San" has not been passed on to the world, which is the same as Ruan Ji's sadness is the same through the bone.
The most unmemorable thing is Wong Ka Kui, and the hardest thing to forget is his Glory Days. Here are ***, there are shouts, here we can see a real musician's feelings, that is a kind of emotion, but also a gesture, a kind of posture that dares to look down from above, he and his BEYOND band sang the quality of human beings more and more estranged from the far-reaching side of the human heart to the surface of the human heart. His life was as gorgeous as a summer flower.
Music, it doesn't need to be explicated. Whether it is simple or ornate, whether it is low and euphonic or high, whether it is "Liang Zhu" or "East Wind Break", whether it is guitar, fiddle or erhu ...... it crosses the era, crosses the nationalities, crosses the borders, and it touches its people with this unique language of its own.
"There is a spring in everyone's heart, the daily hassle of life, masking its voice, when you wake up at midnight will be from the depths of the soul, hear the melodious voice, that is exactly the gurgling spring ah!
"Higashiyama Kaii wrote this in Listening to the Spring.
When you are strolling down the street, a familiar piano piece drifts in lilting and lonely, and you look back, don't you feel that it is a piece of music worth searching for?
She was thinking about the upcoming ball?
The music is devotional and a little sad.
Badajevska's youth is short and simple, and it is enough to have a work that is really good? Or maybe, or maybe there are thoughts and memories, as if foreshadowing the richness of the young girl's changing feelings. The music is soft in the simple and concise melody, spreading the colorful fragrance to every corner of the world, as if it is a young girl's expectation of a beautiful fantasy. The gentle melody comes from the depths of her heart, but who would have thought it. Although most of her works have not been taken seriously.
The melody ebbs and flows like a wave.
Bardatieffska, although a little sentimental. The structure of this piano piece is pure, I thought her future would be more beautiful and brilliant, the waves of the melody, anyone can easily feel, prematurely left the world "Maiden's Prayer"
1856, realistic expression of a pure girl's wish, leading the listener into the wonderful world of music, the composer, but exceptionally soft, her piece of music. Her exquisite work is enough to make her only a short life of a hundred generations, it uses the theme and variations of the uncomplicated structure, but can be remembered as a good composer does not necessarily have to have a lot of outstanding works, but a flower that never withers, always blooming, variations of these simple treatment and the combination of the basic melody to express the innocent girl's reveries and fantasies, the perfect blend of the theme and variations to give the music a warm and gentle The perfect fusion of theme and variation gives the piece a gentle and ethereal theme. And the trills, gracious, shallow and simple, express her prayers and excitement? She was praying for happiness, full of youthful vigor, and was able to compose such a popular work at only 18 years of age.
It begs the question.
As the theme repeats itself, variations, graciousness and sadness begin.
Perhaps it was the jealousy of God.
Speaking of the melodic structure of this piece is also very simple, but she left this piano piece, so that the world can appreciate this unique style, when the Polish female pianist Bada Jiefuska's hands gently stroked out this beautiful and simple melody on the piano keys, she would think of "Maiden's Prayer" this piece will become known throughout the world?
Its structure is so simple, such a beautiful age, gentle, or in the memory of thinking about the past that has been lost
3. If you can not hear the music write an essay 3rd grade 100 wordsExactly when did he start to have tinnitus, he himself is not clear. Just still wearing headphones, head down, in a deafening through the crowd of people as bustling as every day.
Until one day, he realized that the music coming out of the headphones always had a woman screaming hysterically. When he removed the headphones, the scream was like a whirlpool in a torrent, drilling its way into his brain. It took him a moment to realize he had tinnitus. Trance remembered hearing someone say that listening to MP3s at too high a volume for too long can lead to tinnitus and eventual deafness. He didn't seem to panic and put his headphones back on amidst all the noise around him. Softly, he said, "I wonder what day I'll go deaf." Then, turning the MP3 volume up to maximum
No one knew that he heard the same pitch of female screams every day, because no one even tried to talk to him. It was as if he had been given a lifelong companion, and he let the screams rage in his ears. Until he woke up one morning and realized that the screaming had disappeared, and in the utter silence, he put on his MP3 headphones, which were turned up as loud as they could go, and realized that all the outbursts of drums had disappeared along with it.
He was completely deaf.
He saw his nagging parents dressed and arguing in a silent panic. On the sidelines, he calmly watched the pantomime. Finally, he was pulled, into a car
The car flew through many bustling crowds. Just as he had done before. But now, he couldn't hear the cacophony without headphones. He can't hear the DJs in the stores, the old people dancing in the square, the punks shouting threats, or the drunken men venting their frustrations.
Looking through the car window at the seemingly familiar everything, his heart actually flashed a trace of gratitude.
4. Kneeling to music as the topic of about six hundred words of composition, junior level, must be adoptedMusic
Music is everywhere, on campus, in the morning before class put a piece of music, let a person relaxed; eat a piece of music, let a person have a good appetite; put a piece of music, a piece of music, let a person eliminate the day's fatigue; in the home, before going to school, a piece of music, let a person happy, so that a person has a feeling of refreshment. refreshing feeling; after going home a piece of music, let a person recall the unforgettable things of the day, a piece of music before going to bed, let a person enter the sweet dreamland.
Music brings me joy, music is sacred, music is noble, understand music, love music, create music, life without music, as no color and flavor, living in music, is the most expected in my life, is the most happy thing, from morning to night, from Monday to the weekend, day after day, year after year, I understand the knowledge of the music, to appreciate the musical masterpieces, to create a musical melody, wow! musical melodies, wow! The list goes on and on.
Listening to MP3, crossed legs, closed eyes, the feeling is carefree, is full of life, with this feeling, as if I was in fairyland, as if floating, as if eating honey, only to feel a heat flow throughout the body, suddenly want to go to travel the world, the taste of the countries with different customs, different people.
Different songs, different feelings! A "Grandma's Penghu Bay", let me think of the old man's smile, the beauty of home; a "vacation" reminds me of the beauty of the holiday, the joy of classmates set to play together, as well as and parents during the holiday outing out of the happy mood; a "the world is only as good as mother" to let me experience the care of parents, the sadness of the wanderer; a "hundred changes of the little cherry" let me excited, the cartoon character's cute, the cartoon character's burst of laughter; a "hundred changes of the little cherry" let me excited, the cartoon character's lovely, the The cartoon characters are cute, the comic characters of the laughter; a "graduates" let me sad, almost graduated from the alma mater of the kind of reluctant to part with, endless echo in my heart .......
Music is everywhere, on campus, in the morning before class put a piece of music, let a person relaxed; eat before putting a piece of music, let a person have a good appetite; put a piece of music before school, let a person to eliminate the day's fatigue; in the home, before going to school, a piece of music, let a person happy, let a person have a kind of refreshing feeling; go home a piece of music, let a person to recall the day of the unforgettable things, go to bed a piece of music, let a person enter a sweet dream, let a person go to bed a piece of music, let a person go to bed a piece of music, let a person go to sleep a piece of music. A piece of music before going to bed, let a person enter the sweet dreamland. Public **** occasion, a music in the playground to recall.
Music, who created you, you crystal clear, you pure and flawless, music, you bring me happiness!
5. Music in my heart EssayKeep the music in your heart
Music is the sound of thinking. -- Hugo
My heart has always echoed a piece of music, which is the most beautiful music of the four seasons in nature.
In the spring, the most beautiful thing is the sprouting. Look at the cold silence of the winter branches suddenly bulging out some curious young green eyes, feet of the yellow soil and the remnants of the leaves gradually emerged some soft yellow green buds, I know, that is the nature played a song of vitality and vigor of life. After the sprouting of the green buds, the sky is blue, the water is blue, the birds also woke up - this is the annual spring music.
Summer is a spirited melody composed by nature. But what lingers in my heart is the aftermath of that summer night, and I often savor that faint rhyme on summer nights. "The bright moon startles the magpies on other branches, and the clear wind chirps the cicadas in the middle of the night." Looking up at the sky stars are shining, and the fireflies are dotted. In the hazy moonlight, under the orange lamp, you can enjoy the boldness of Jin Yong, or read the warmth of Xi Murong. In the fragrance of blossoming and falling flowers, the heart always swept through a trace of cozy and sweet.
In the fall, I love the blue sky the most. Whether it's the "sky high clouds, look off the south flying geese" and "blue clouds, yellow leaves" in the vast freedom, or the clouds rolled in the romantic freedom, are the nature sings a soothing melody, people are relaxed and happy. And with the blue sky under the generation of a golden season, my heart is also spreading a golden-colored dream.
I remember the winter, I love the beauty of the early morning. It was the melodious melody of nature. Going out at six o'clock, the dawn wind and the moon, the stars are a few points, the cold breeze caresses the cheeks, and the air is clear. If the foot is still stepping on some residual snow, stepping down the "creak" sound and the dead branch slightly swinging "rustle" sound, immediately become a winter melody in the melody of a few drums, so that the winter morning seems to be more and more serene and leisurely.
I've always been anxious to wait for the end of the last season's tunes, so I'm looking forward to the next season's melodies. I love every season, and I love every masterpiece that nature and the mind **** together. I always wish silently in my heart: friends, let us listen to this moving music together, together cherish the music of this beautiful nature!
Music is the greatest gift from heaven to mankind, and only music can illustrate silence and stillness . Tchaikovsky
--- Postscript
6. How to write a propositional essay for musicology majorsPropositional essay is a common topic in the exams of the university and graduate departments of musicology, which depends on your knowledge structure and knowledge reserve in musicology. It is usually the final finale and carries a lot of weight. It is as regular as any other topic. Not a short answer question. Short answer questions are 250 to 300 words, just hit the nail on the head, but the proposition essay must expand on your point and prove it with an argument.
First of all, pay attention to the format, open the door to your point of view, followed by paragraphs must have "first", "second", progressive illustration of your point of view, or categorized to illustrate your point of view.
Secondly, it is important to stick to the point of view, make a big deal out of it, and when proving it, cite the views and assertions of musicologists as the support of the argument, and at the same time, give a lot of examples.
Finally, summarize your points and explain their significance and value.
7. I kneel to ask for 500 words of essay on the topic of music"A note composed by a shooting star in the night sky"
The shooting star that passes by in the night sky is a note of music; the bird that stays down is a piano in music; and the eagle in flight is a dance in music. Music is the elliptical sentence of life, with endless implications.
-- Preface
Ten years ago came to me
Autumn leaves scattered in the rain, the lonely raindrops and my tears dissolved, I stepped on the late return to the footsteps walking on the smooth highway, at this moment there is a piece of heavy yellow leaves in front of me.
My heavy words said, "Is it a blessing or a curse to have a bicycle. "
Ten years has dominated my life: opened the door to light, and closed the door to a new soul: ten years has become the main song of my life.
Ten years ago, I didn't know you, you didn't belong to me, we were still the same, accompanying a stranger, walking through the familiar streets.
Ten years later, we are friends, can still greet, just that kind of tenderness can no longer find a reason to embrace, lovers inevitably become friends in the end.
Until and you have been friends for many years, only to understand your tears, not for you, but also for others.
The street ten years ago
The sounds of yells, gossip, trees, birds, interlocked with each other chirping.
I walked in the center of the street with a heavy heart, lonely, lonely life is I can not be happy.
At this moment, my soul to effort, I do not know what to do, I hit the front of him, but he did not refute, but also with his sweet smile to comfort me. At that moment, I felt that the world was originally love, we looked at each other for a few minutes, just a few minutes, he let me remember his eyes and smile.
Seeing each other and fellowship, fellowship and acquaintance, we have each other's understanding.
The street ten years later
The sounds of yells, gossip, trees, and birds still chirp at each other.
Missing her heart accompanied me to walk on this familiar street, her figure swept under my eyelids, patted me on the shoulder, I and she at the same time showed a smile. Once affectionate two friends, but because of a small thing, let us become strangers.
Just that time, because of the misunderstanding of the friendship between our classmates, caused my anger, in the evening on the way home from school, I pushed the bike, I heard her shouting, I rode my bike away in a hurry. On the way home, meteors swept by one by one, forming the note of "Ten Years", leaving my tears nowhere to escape, looking at the starry sky above me, I let my tears flow into the starry sky of the "Ten Years"; I let my tears flow into the "note" of the "Ten Years"; I let my tears flow into the "note" of the "Ten Years"; I let my tears flow into the "note" of the "Ten Years"; I let my tears flow into the "note" of the "Ten Years". I let my tears flow into the "note" of the "decade"; I let her bring down my tears.
In my lonely days, music is my friend, for me to share my sorrows; in my happy days, music is with me **** enjoy the object; in my hopeless days, music is for me to show the direction of the guide. In the world of music, I am happy; in the world of music, I am happy, sad, and ......
"Shelter"
If you are a green leaf, then I am a big tree; if you are a fish, then I am a sea; if you are a white cloud, then I am the If you are a white cloud, then I am the blue sky. In short, no matter what you are, I am always your shelter.
One day, I was at home writing, suddenly heard a very familiar lyrics: "the heart of the people ah, do not have to be in the wandering, I'm your haven." Then I recalled that past event.
The sky was cloudy, as if it was going to rain. But she did not bring an umbrella, I followed her closely. Not good, it really started to rain, I hurried to open the umbrella. She took off her jacket and put it on her head. The rain got heavier and heavier, I saw her jacket was wet, and hurriedly chased after her.
"You're walking really fast."
"If I don't walk fast, when I get home, I'm sure to be drenched like a water duck."
"The road is still so far, walk back like this, will also be drenched into a water duck. Why don't we both go home with the same umbrella, okay?" I boldly asked.
She nodded slightly and walked in.
The rain was still as heavy as ever, and there was not a single person on the road to be seen, just the two of us walking along the quiet path. In the remaining section of the path, we never said a word.
The next day, after breakfast, I ran to her house to play. Walked to the door of the house, only to see her sitting alone at the table, holding a cold and hard steamed bread. Puzzled, I asked, "Aren't your mom and dad home?" He replied, "They went to Grandma's house yesterday. Because it rained heavily yesterday afternoon, they haven't come back until now." After saying that, he sneezed a few times.
"What's wrong with you?" I asked hurriedly.
"Nothing much." After saying that, he sneezed a few more times.
"Getting such a bad cold and saying it's nothing! Quickly put down this cold and hard steamed bun in your hand, come to my house to eat some hot rice and drink some cold medicine."
At first, not wanting to disturb us, she said, "No, no." But after my repeated persuasion, she agreed and followed us to my house.
Now she has left us and gone to another school. But I want to say to her, "O heart, no matter how much difficulty you encounter, I will shelter you from the wind and rain, because - I am your shelter."