There is a cloud floating in the sky, faint and free. You feel so good. This is Chinese. The rising sun shines brightly, and you feel full of vitality. This is Chinese. The bloody sunset reflects half the sky, which makes people feel infinite nostalgia. Don't forget that this is also a language. Language is the majestic Kunlun Mountain, the dew that has refused to drip on the grass for a long time, and the peony that is the old capital of the ancient city. Language is the silent Leng Yue, the quiet lotus pond, the fishing boat in the monstrous white waves outside Qinhuangdao, the egret in the blue sky, the 10,000-point white sail beside the sunken ship, and the bright future of the mountain after heavy water recovery.
After diving into the pear-covered nature, let's take a ride in gondola to find out the answer to it in our life.
Is this it?