There is the personal signature of Wei and Qin, with the personal signature of Qin

Qin, many words are omitted here

Whoever you love, you take a piano and you drag yourself.

Net name: Strings and Moonlight, Qin Rhyme, Bamboo Language, Qin Style, Zimo Qin Rhyme, Qin Si Meng.

Signature: You are the black key on the piano, and I am the white key, without you, I can only play the incomplete desolation.

徦娤、莣設琴

Looking up at the stinging eyes, the eyes were shining

Jumping black and white notes on the piano.

The spirit of the sky, the spirit of the earth, the spirit of money, the spirit of money, the spirit of the fast.

Elegy for the piano.

In the bleak wilderness, I lamented alone

The bamboo fence meditates on the Han, and the strings are long and the piano is long. - I ed.

The lake willows crossed the strings, and the eyes turned to the Han people. - I ed.

Shu tung wood is solid, and Chu Si has a clear rhyme. - Bai Juyi, ed.

If you want to be physically and mentally calm, you can't listen to others. ——If Bai Juyi compiles the ancient poems of his ancestors, it is indeed difficult to find, Bai Juyi's two sentences are my favorite poems about the piano.

The one I made up is more superficial, but the emphasis is on uniqueness, appealing for help, and I hope it can help you.

Where to throw the dancing waist and singing sleeves, only one stringless piano.

The sun is slightly chanting long and short sentences, the curtain shadow is dim, and the heart is sent to the huqin.

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The sound of Chopin's piano music filled the room, and the rain poured outside the window, and when the lid was opened, the sad notes sounded happily as the fingers slipped.

The same tune is not so good that you can't hear the melody of the past

The piano is black, the keys are white, and the movement is sad.

, the same song, the single loop, listen to it again and again until you die.

The black keys of the piano are always mixed with empty white.

The white keys of the piano are always mixed with darkness.

You are the black keys on the piano, and I am the white keys, and without you, I can only play the incomplete desolation.

No matter how good Chopin is, he can't play the sorrow in my heart.

Russia waited quietly, a melody of the past

The piano is black, the keys are white, and the music that comes out is a sad piano key. It's always a tie.

Can't find it, no way.

Only the piano was left to talk (play) with me

The sadness of the black and white keys, who can interpret it?

Who can understand, elegance under the piano!

No matter how awesome Chopin is, he can't play me.