Qin Xinyue Chen

[Harps] Swan flying [Harmonica] Summer and time [Wind Flute] flushes and troughs [Piano] Chennai sleep Lotus [Violin] Left-hand ring [Guzheng] women's pillow books [Guitar and classical] July · guitar dream [Piano and Orchestra] The beauty of love [Voice] No things [Conclusion] Lie down and sing

Swan flying

The sleep of the rep is switched
The air around the misty lights becomes crystal clear and slim and warm in the music
You can't bear to touch it.
As if one touch will float and even breathe is meticulous as if the joint can melt

Listen, listen.
Feel your body is becoming soft
Gradually
The wind swept across the clouds from your wings

The cloud is very close to you, and the sky is blue, blue, spotless, and the moonlight is bright and clear.
Everything is so transparent and clear that the cloud is clean and white, and it is blurred around the neck of the sky.
The swan-like feathers fell down softly on such a night
Immerse yourself in the gentle feelings and fly with the soft and light spirit of the harps .......

Summer and time

* Music Appreciation *
Wheat-colored clavicle
(Text/Ye Qingcheng)
Before sunset, we finally chose a satisfactory view.

The young female photographer, who was seventeen years old and slim as the model of Xinyi flower bud, stepped barefoot in the stream, half bent over, raised the skirt in one hand, dipped in the water of the petals, and ran through her ankle, it is the meaning of the Book of Songs that "cross the river, 文.
The girl raised her face, and the sun showed her eyes so bright, her neck was slightly swaying, revealing her white clavicle, innocent and tempting.
A peach blossom blooms right behind the girl.
After the last shutter was pressed, everyone had to close their work. There was another boy around the model. The girl was blushing and talking endlessly. It was like talking about the joy of making an advertisement for the first time, but the boy squatted and proked the girl's skirt on her thigh.
Cover the knee moment, as if also covered the sunset, the sky is gray, the boy took off the jacket to cover the girl, like wrapped in a cherished jewelry box.
A time river exists in the heart of a female photographer. At this moment, a beach of heron appears.
She used to be a hot girl. She bought a twenty and tight lace-up dress without a sling, a low chest, a back, and a very short length. In a dark rose, the skin was like a jade.
With a boyfriend dating in hot pot city, is struggling to deal with a fish head, suddenly glance, the boy has been watching her, face like Changbai Mountains.
As soon as I bow my head, I had a slight drop in the neckline, and spring was so eager to pull it out, and the mouth was filled with hot oil. The boy said awkwardly, "don't wear it tomorrow. The color wolf has recruited you ." "If you wear it like this in our company, you have already opened it ."
In the morning at his house, he combed in a hurry, and she struggled to put into the lace skirt, the hem was too narrow, not to match her at the moment, the meteor, easily mentioned on his waist.
He was brushing his teeth and turned his face to see him. He suddenly coughed impatiently and put aside his cup. He gave her a hand and gave her a hand. It was not too low to drag her to a normal position. Then he tried to pull it again, let's just say-scared her.
She said, "Old Earth," was originally only a private space for two people, secretly revealing his incomprehension.
At this moment, peach blossoms, such as the peach-red Petals that all people admire, quietly fall on her shoulders. She suddenly understood how the boy felt at that moment.
Not love. It is not an ordinary man who is passionate about women because of their colors. It is caring and considerate. It is worried that she will catch the cold. It is afraid that she will behave improperly and be bullied. Who has no couples? Therefore, the portable rod is negative, fearing that it will not survive.
This kind of thoughtfulness, she thought, should be called "kiss", more skin-cutting than love.
In this life, she has met many people, and too many people enjoy the moment of her dress, such as the blooming of flowers and the sudden singing of 8 degrees C; but there is only one person, will be distressed to hold her skirt, is to build a shadow for the flowers.
The female photographer thinks that she has a brand new or oldest diagram. For girls and for yourself 12 years ago. If you have another chance, take the last photo.
However, the sun has gone down. The so-called darkness means silence.

Surging and falling

* Music Appreciation *
The sad wind flute carries a long and meticulous mind
Such as a light-flowing fan
Passed my heart silently .....
At this moment, just close your eyes and you will be able to hear the mountains and clouds
Birds carry wandering wind hovering on the sea
Listening to the surging waves
Ting tingli of music
Once again, I feel that nature will never grow older.
Feel the magic of music to save your soul
A beautiful note reaches a hand at a gentle pace
I was excited by this natural voice.
The desire for a secret corner of my heart gradually spreads ....
As a result, the chaotic time passes through the dust. ... Monai sleeping Lotus

* Music Appreciation *

Be grateful and devout in bringing your mind into the piano
Every note is filled with devotion, and every gap is filled with memories of love.
Comfort and warmth
It seems that the moonlight, like water, is gentle and gentle, to appease the hearts that are expected in the night
This kind of music should be suitable for listening to the poems of water lily and jici under the pen of Chennai.
With your lover on the blue waves fly freely between heaven and earth
White beaches surround us with isolated islands for us to watch
The super-detached love like a white bird may have exhausted its life and cannot be sought out, but it is still our eternal faith.
My love, I hope we are white birds on the stream
Tired of the flames before the meteor disappears tired of the blue glow in the twilight
A lingering sorrow is waking up
We are all tired, the dew wet dream soul, the rose and Lily
Don't dream again
The flame of the meteor will go off, and the light of my blue star will fade away.
When dew leaves flowers
I hope they will become white birds on the stream.
My heart, lingering islands and dim beaches
There, melancholy no longer comes close to time and forgets us.
We need to stay away from the flames and worries of roses and lilies.
We are really white birds, floating on the waves Left-hand ring

* Music Appreciation *
Last 11 seconds and a half
Let go of all your thoughts, just a promise for you.
At the beginning of the day, I came to the agreed place and waited for your arrival.
The sky is slightly red ripple, like your face, I feel the joy of your coming.
The sun is still so bright, you said, gold is commensurate with me, I feel like wearing a gold dress to dance with you in the sun.
Winter afternoon is best for snow to dress up, once again think of, gently holding you on the road where you do not know, cold or very warm.
When it comes to dusk, I will look at the remaining light that no longer brings harm, and disappear in the distance that you will come, as if you are waiting for a moment to appear in the sunset, it is very beautiful, but do you know? I'm just waiting for you, as long as you come ......

The night is quietly wrapped in a black coat on the earth, and the stars secretly look out, you like the night, you choose to come to me in the dark and strange, I know you are coming. Lying on the cold ground, looking at the few stars, there are only six stars in the sky, and there is only one star, the last star of hope.
When the long-distance clock starts reporting, I know a total of 12. Where will you see it? Wait ......
First, if you are here, I will hold you tight and listen to the remaining holy voices ......
Second, if you are here, I will pull your hand and enjoy the silent beauty together ......
Third, if you come, I will sit down with you in the night sky and hear your story ......
Fourth, if you come, I will walk with you and tell you what I hope ......
Fifth, I know that you will appear before the next sound. Why are you so naughty ......
Half of the sixth voice has passed. Have you seen me pray for you ......
7. Raise your sore head and look at the stars all over the sky. When I count to that one, you will carefully cover my eyes and ask me who you are ......
The eighth voice tightened the tight coat, and the ears still echoed your angry words. I know you won't bear me cold. Come out ......
9. I think back to the laughter when I was with you, and the night sky is not so quiet. I know you are coming to me. Don't worry. I promise you, I will wait for you, yes!
10. Do you know? It's boring without you, isn't it angry with me? If so, come out and I will admit it to you. How can I make you angry?
11th I know that you want to surprise me when you wait for the last second, and I know that you are hiding in the dark. Well, I will pretend that I don't know the joy of seeing you, really ......
I stopped it and broke it. I thought it had reported an error. It wasn't until the last second. Actually, I know, I really know, you will definitely appear in the last second, right?
The time has not been stopped, but it has not reached the last second ......

July · guitar dream

* Music Appreciation *
Guitar in the dream
In the evening of March July, the sunset Lake was quietly converged,
Who will play a bright song or sing a pleasant song for me?
At this time, the lake is always charming, no wind,
The ripple of the past will quietly spread and become the ripple of the flowers.
The thoughts of the clouds will also go grazing, chasing a blue sky.
Only fish, only playful fish, will not take those broken petals, even though they do not know anything.

There is no story in the mountains at this time,
All the birds are searching for the nest where they live, and all the green leaves are immersed in the warm twilight.
Only the evening is fragrant, holding the flashing dewdrops, and opening them quietly in the dark.
Is this July? Is this the evening of March July?
If you sing a song or play a song gently at this lake, I will never leave this life!

Love · beauty

* Music Appreciation *
A new-century poetry is compiled with a smart music mind
There are no exaggerated notes and no complaints
It brings warmth and satisfaction directly.

Women's pillow books

* Music Appreciation *
Pillow, lover, confidant, or lover?

She's her. She's sweet? Is it his vow? Or what other people do? A woman is a natural book with rich connotations. On a leisurely and quiet night, a woman pulls her long hair up. Who will be there for her to get her in? Who can see the scent of this girl? Who can remove the lotus button on her chest? Who has read this shaking heart through the big-red book? Red, willful, persistent? Red, struggle, touch; red, tangle, conquer... the combination of spirit and desire, tonight, she is the woman of his life. -- Your woman is the book on your pillow.

No things

* Music Appreciation *
Vulgar

"The heart has no things, that is, the autumn sky and the sea; sitting on the piano book, it becomes the stone room danqiu ."
The bottom of my heart is as wide as heaven and earth, and the heart is as clear and broad as the ocean, so you can feel relaxed with no distractions ~

People cannot lose their pursuit of life taste, such as five classics of poetry and books, playing strings with the piano, painting against the wind, singing poems, pointing to the mountains and boosting texts,
Superior Products, calm and clear, elegant mood, and refined thinking are all infiltrated in the clear, natural, clear, and leisurely ganlin ~

Changle.com ~ Happy don't have to find, go to their desire to read, go to their bitter, and happy to save ~

World is leisurely, life is short, everything is clear or confused, the general research will fly with the time of the fireworks, the pain may be only the persistent ~

Everything can be seen, water is not a wave of self-defined, the mind is self-evident, the heart can not deliberately clear, go to its dirty chaos, and the clear will ~

After understanding so many things and experiencing so many things, mortals have become wise men ~
People will always grow up slowly. Unfortunately, they only have one life for themselves. Sometimes, they suddenly understand that it is a matter of time before they feel better ~

Do not understand everything. What's more, we cannot exhaust all what we understand ~
Many of the pains and troubles in your life come from yourself. Don't worry about yourself ~
Learn to love yourself to love others, embrace the world, and let go of what is right and what is around ~

Ordinary things, the breeding of selfish desires, can not give up the entanglement, as if the dark clouds cover the sun, like a lesser,
How can we enjoy the sunshine and the green forests? How can we feel the freshness, hope, and style that nature has given us?
Combine your own soul into Qingshan bishui, qinshu poetry and painting.
Studying the wordless book of nature, nature will give us inspiration in our life, an empty and quiet mind, a clear mood, and always peaceful;
Poetry and piano painting, cultivate our sentiment, indifferent to our pain, clear filter our pursuit, comprehend the fun, ordinary miscellaneous can wound around the body ?!

Life is a book that everyone needs to read ~
With different moods, attitudes, and methods, the charm of reading is quite different ~
The elegance of qinshu, there are still things, but the essence of life is invisible, untraceable, no teacher advice, all * taste ~
You are the teachers and students of life ~

The mind has no things, but the dust is clear and clear;
Fu qinnong Yue, Yi poetry singing, its happy, such as the cloud flow, like the wild Crane fairy, this is the life of our real nature, clear and leisurely ~
"Let's see the Nanshan ~", You can enjoy yourself and stay in harmony ~~

Lay down and sing

* Music Appreciation *

Years are like songs ~ When the time passes, what remains unchanged is the eternal melody and the emotion in the heart. When the music sounded, we suddenly looked back and were deeply touched by the constant feelings. Love you is the vow of life. The eternal black and white hit the melody. We lay down, singing, year after year...