Chinese, the culture contained in Chinese. From knotting notes to the appearance of words, there are images; From the beauty of poetry to the elegance of prose, it contains agility; From gorgeous papers to classic novels, there is a soul.
Tasting Chinese is like tasting a cup of fragrant tea, and the warm breath is refreshing; Taste the language, just like a drop of dew just left on the lotus leaf, and the breath of life spreads all over the body; Tasting Chinese is like a clear spring flowing between mountains and streams, pure and simple …
Language, a clear spring in my heart, brought my soul to the water's edge. Under the quiet moonlight, a lonely old man gradually came back. I only heard one sentence: "It is better to drag my tail and smear." Answer the messenger who asked for help back and forth. His carefree travel and Dapeng ambition touched my heart. I can't give up my wealth, power, reputation and wealth. This is Zhuangzi, Zhuangzi who dreamed of butterflies. After waking up, I have forgotten everything. I don't know whether "I" became a butterfly or a butterfly became "I". This lonely tree waiting for the moon will stand in my heart forever. ?
Chinese, a clear spring in my heart, took my soul to the lost Grand View Garden. Baochai's loveliness and sophistication are fascinating, Daiyu's watery temperament is pitiful, Xifeng's ferocity is admirable, and Baoyu's infatuation is admirable. Everything has become a beautiful angel, printed in my mind. The ups and downs of the Grand View Garden are also regrettable after reading it. Baodai's anti-feudal courage is commendable, and her lingering love is sad.
Chinese, a clear spring in my heart, has brought my soul into the transparent realm of the border town. Smell the simple feelings of the people in the border town; I heard that the old people in the border town are full of affection; Yes, Cui Cui and others are sitting on the shore with eager and clever eyes. That sad border town turned into a clear spring, flowing through my body and touching my nerves. So much for the transparency of human nature. The ending is sad, but who can deny that Cui Cui is happy? Endless waiting has turned into sentimental acacia tears, swaying in the corner of the border town and floating in the hearts of every reader.
Chinese, a clear spring in the heart, cleanses the soul of human nature, enters the supreme spiritual space, tastes the purity of human nature, feels the nobleness of human nature, and feels the beauty and innocence of human nature. ...
Chinese is profound and inclusive of all things in the world, and its soul is nourished and moistened by the spirit under the illumination of literature, showing human nature. If a clear spring gurgles in my heart ...