Essay on Flute

The flute, an ancient Chinese musical instrument, is also the most representative of Chinese musical instruments with the most national characteristics of the wind instrument. One of the commonly used horizontal blown woodwind instruments in traditional Chinese music, the Chinese bamboo flute, is generally categorized into the southern qu flute, the northern bang flute and the alto flute in between. The following is the composition about the sound of the flute that I have organized, welcome to read!

Essay on the sound of the flute 1

The mother of the clumsy bear bought a flute for the clumsy bear, and the mother of the bear hoped that the clumsy bear could practice the flute in his spare time to enhance the artistic cultivation of the clumsy bear.

Clumsy bear took the flute heart happy, although not formally learn the flute, but Clumsy bear can play the sound.

Clumsy Bear couldn't wait to run to his buddies, and he wanted to show the flute to them at the first opportunity.

The little friends saw the flute, all envious of the bear, the bear's vanity was greatly satisfied.

Jumping Bunny touched Clumsy Bear's flute and said, "Clumsy Bear, can you play?

Clumsy Bear said: Of course I can, listen. Said, picked up the flute, really blowing, but the sound is not very good.

Even so, the little ones applauded it.

At noon, everyone went home to take a nap, but only Clumsy Bear sat by himself in the shade with his flute.

He stroked the flute and thought, "What should I do now that everyone is asleep?

It thought about it, decided to use the sound of the flute to wake up napping partners, so the bear took the flute blowing from door to door, whenever you see the small partners sleepy look, the bear laughed and said: how?

Clumsy Bear lowered his head and whispered: I just want people to listen to me play the flute, this is also wrong?

Children, do you think Clumsy Bear's behavior is right?

The flute sound essay 2

I walk for an hour every day as usual, and tonight is no exception.

Just into the forest park, heard the sound of the flute, do not feel side ear to listen carefully, should be issued from the lake, where in addition to a lake of quiet water, almost no one to disturb, is a quiet place, where to play the flute is more appropriate. Closer, listening to the blowing is Liang Zhu, flute whimpering, out of a bleak flavor. Could it be a love affair, love, affection, friendship, which kind of it?

Silent night listening to such a flute, let the summer heat back a lot. I would like to go to explore in the end, but I am afraid of disturbing the feelings of others, the evening wind to help the willow flute sound residual, stepping on the flute towards the depths of the park!

Once listened to a section of the flute, has been covered in the mouth of the heart, has not been worn out in the years, tonight suddenly remembered. A few years ago, from the demolition of the annoyance of just quiet down, and then headlong into the tediousness of life. Home has become a symbol in the memory, the new residence can not keep up with the equipment, as if from the bustling metropolis to the countryside, the original easy life has made me busy, poor to cope with. Especially for breakfast, before getting up in the morning, to the back of the house to walk around, doughnuts, pancakes, soybean milk, spicy soup, all kinds of rice, convenient and fast. Wonton noodles are more convenient, a minute away, sit down for a few minutes to eat, to a new place, breakfast has become a top priority, want to eat nothing, and will not do, every day in the rice and noodles in the tumble, so tasteless, the past reach for the delicacies, now far away in the sky. When my mother-in-law was sick and hospitalized, she was even busier than before. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes or boots.

The day from the hospital out nearly ten o'clock, the cold air on the face, fast waxing month, the weather a hard cold. The hospital soon after the intersection, far from hearing the sound of the flute, close to realize that a person sitting in the northeast corner, playing the flute, the flute sound like a song like crying, the heartstrings. I slowly moved my feet for fear of disturbing him. It is the old man, thin, thin, a face of vicissitudes. Fat clothes can not cover the bleakness of the heart, dim light shrouded in sadness, should be lingering flute sound out of a burst of sadness. He closed his eyes, glasses down low on the bridge of the nose, fingers such as dancing butterflies, fall and fly up, up and down, the flute sound like sobbing, people can not bear to hear.

The old man should be intellectuals, I do not know what he encountered, a person in the cold night, in the face of no one on the street, playing a miserable flute, long song when crying, the inner . Bitterness with the sound of the flute slowly outflow, scattered around, lost in the wind. A song of Liang Zhu, inexhaustible heart, say endless world conditions. In the repeated performance, his sadness was like waves after waves, which made me burst into tears. In this kind of flute, can't hear the beauty of love, only hear the pain of loss, my situation let this flute sound long drive, y cause **** song, if I have a flute and will blow, will play with him, blowing all the infinite things in the heart, because of the grievances of the extreme flute can say!

Liang Zhu is one of China's four great folk love stories, with a history of more than a thousand years, is the ancient song of love! I don't know why the old man blew so sadly, what kind of story is hidden in his closed eyes? At this age, this kind of behavior, not until it can not be discharged, will not be made. I don't know how it will be lingering, I only know that at this time the old man buried in pain, struggling in despair.

The sound of the flute accompanied me a long way, I do not know when the old man when to start, and when the end will be, all the way hovering in the ears of the flute is the sound of this ghost. I thought of Liang Shanbo Zhu Yingtai's heart to heart when he was studying in such a flute, and Shanbo's ecstasy when he knew that Yingtai was his daughter. The pain and uncertainty when lovers are hard to get married; the tears when they are separated from each other; Yingtai jumped from the grave and flew with Shanbo's beautiful wish of becoming two butterflies. Why don't you take the beautiful things, but only the part about the separation of yin and yang? Could it be true? Love is the only thing that will torment people like this!

From the sound of the flute to think of themselves, unwarranted panic, everything can be changed, be quiet, respond to, rather than anger, resentment, urgency, panic, there is always a favorable side of things, before only take the unprofitable side of the side, now to take the favorable side of the side. I came out of the flute, only to wonder when the old man will come out of his own flute.

Over the years, every time you are struggling, the sound of this flute will play from the depths of life, guiding me to look at the bright side, tonight at first heard the sound of the flute, I can not help but evoke the sound of this long time flute, hovering along with me all the way. Close to the exit of the park, did not hear the sound of the flute just now, the piper has left. I walked toward the lake, leaning on the fence and gazing, the quiet lake, just circled here flute hidden what? What kind of light will they emit in the intervals of time?

Tonight there is no moon, a few sparse stars, on the way home, a crisp flute sound from my heart blowing.

Essay on the sound of the flute 3

The sound of the flute came intermittently, and the melancholy song of farewell was passed around. Years, this plate of scattered sand is still vivid, but that stale years have been covered with a thin layer of dust.

Remember, once the sound of the flute is full of yearning; remember, that some rusty flute sound soft like cotton. At that time, we opened the eyes of curiosity, but now, has floated on a layer of sadness of the passing of the years. Perhaps the tears of separation have dried up, but the spring of friendship will never dry up, a plant once seedlings, no longer tender, mature flowers, blooming in the tears of the years. Describe the flower is no longer vibrant, but mature and robust. Perhaps, just perhaps, if once the friendship can still be long-lasting, that friendship, perhaps not forgotten.

The sound of the flute not only only represents the once friendship, that is never can be worn out sound. The surface of the perfunctory is often the truth of the matter, the inner things can be scrutinized.

Friendship, how ever intermittent. The intermittent sound of the flute, perhaps just the sadness of the flute player to express, the sadness of parting into the soil of the neighboring flowers, nourishing the flowers, so that the flowers do not know how to be alone. Who can change the passage of years? We are now remembering the past, but how can we, in the future, remember us who used to remember the past?

The last words of deep love, turned into a wisp of wind, bless each other. We should know that that may be our last joke to each other, a song, a motto to cherish the time, a greeting. There will be no huffing and puffing, for huffing and puffing will only make our companions sadder; we will only weep silently and gently. We will not lament, since no one can change time. We will only run forward with the sound of the flute without looking back, six years of thoughts hanging in our hearts. Do not look back, looking back will only be sad. We will only cherish, cherish others, cherish yourself.

The flute gently and slowly broken, really broken? No, that's just that we are far away from the sound of the flute, inaudible ......