Language from my side, walk on by. If you are the vast and stormy waves in Beautiful Water and Towering Island, I would like to explore your mystery by boat. If you are the spring scenery in "I don't know who cut the thin leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors", I would like to savor your beautiful charm and color. If you are "we are riding lightly loaded horses, carrying heavy snow and chasing them with our bows and swords". To follow your slow footsteps in the snow, no matter what you are, I will look for you anywhere I can enter and appreciate you, even if I go up and down the mountain, I will follow you. I know you are far away, just in front of me, because at this moment, you are walking past me.
You are like a stone, knocking out the fire that I long for China people in my heart. You are like a flame. Light up the lamp that delights in Chinese in my heart. You are like a lamp, illuminating the road of great ambition in my heart. You are like a road, leading me to my childhood dream.
You have made me a little sensible since I was a child, you have made me quote a running account from the language to the literary talent that is slightly exposed in the language now, and you have made my literature show a little talent. No matter how the software explains it, you are the soul of my life. Without you, I will become a walking cell. When you bloom in my heart, I will have thought, talent and soul for a moment.
After ten years of cold window, I have already seen through the world of mortals, and understood that the capital based on today's society, that is, knowledge, Qian Zhongshu's "two-legged bookcase", is known as the scholar of "Kunlun Mountain of Culture" and is my idol. My ideal is to become Qian Zhongshu's second. I don't know why, but I always want to read more books and learn more about the thoughts of some great men. Perhaps this is also the feeling that China people give me.
Writing here, I remembered the environmental protection language of a scenic spot, "Don't take anything except your memory, don't leave anything except your footprints", and skillfully applied the metaphor of language to it, using a very mysterious sentence. China people, it is a miracle that you have turned a dry sentence into an intriguing and elegant sentence.
At this moment, a breeze blows across my face. And the sun shines on my whole body, how beautiful it is. At this time, a breeze blew by me, and I felt very comfortable, because I knew that you were learning Chinese by my side.
Chinese passed me gently. I like water.
Dancing water, such as "swift arrows, if fierce waves rush up", drives my youthful and upward mind; Silent running water, such as "Spring River is as green as blue", caressed my frivolous thoughts. In the flowing water, I seem to feel the sadness of Li Yu: "How many worries can I ask you, just like a river flowing eastward": In the long flowing water, I understand the sincere friendship of "Peach Blossom Pond is deeper than thousands of feet, not as good as Wang Lun"; In the continuous flowing water, I realized the melancholy and loneliness of "I'm afraid the boat can't move in two streams, and I have a lot on my mind" ... Water is the sad tears of people with lofty ideals under Qinhuai and Bai Han; Water is the surf, sighing the heroic mind of romantic figures through the ages; Water is the lonely homesickness of soldiers guarding the border between the vast Gobi Desert.
At this point, how surprised I am, amazed at the charm of Chinese. Because of Chinese, people's emotions can be pinned; Because of language, people's thoughts can be carried. China people are good at dancing with long sleeves and breezes, leaving a fragrance in Passers-by.
I like the wind.
Whether it's the warmth of spring breeze, the fanaticism of Xia Feng, the sadness of autumn wind or the chill of winter wind, it can strike the chord in people's deep feelings.
In the wind, there is the great ambition of "one day, I will climb the Changfeng, break the huge waves, straighten up my Yun Fan and cross the deep sea", the sudden intensity of "the north wind is full of flowers, and the eight In the snow pass the Tatar Day", and the tragic "the wind is rustling, the water is cold, and the strong men are gone forever". Looking back at the shore of yi river in those days, the wind will roar and hover, tearing the endless flying reeds and landing on the yi river. In the wind, the indomitable and unyielding figure will be reflected on the Xiao River rolling eastward, revealing a sadness.
At this time, I can't help but appreciate Chinese, which records the distant history and stirs people's profound reverie.
Language is like a breeze, blowing my heart and making my sky spring all the year round.
Chinese, like a sun, shines on my heart and makes my world bright forever.
Chinese, like drizzle, moistens my heart and keeps my life going.
China people, with a unique romance, passed by me, and I was on cloud nine. ...
Chinese passed me gently. Composition 3 When I was young, I met people from China. She has been with me ever since. I can smell her fragrance when I read a book; When I listen to the song, I can hear her whisper; Walking in the streets, I can feel her beside me in public places. I gradually realized that Chinese and I are inextricably linked. But today, I seem to find her figure more and more blurred. ...
At a dinner table, my mother asked me whether to choose liberal arts or science in high school. I answered without thinking: liberal arts-politics, history, especially Chinese has always been my favorite subject. Because they symbolize sensibility and are full of warmth. Natural science is interesting, but it's too cold. "You'd better choose science." "Why?" I don't understand. "Because the liberal arts employment is too narrow, it is not easy to find a job. Generally, liberal arts are only chosen when science is not good ... "I couldn't hear my mother's nagging, but I saw the figure of China people in the distance in a trance.
In that English tutorial class, the teacher taught us the learning method: "Learning English needs environment, like my daughter. I have only spoken English to her since I was a child, so her English is very good ... "I asked," How is her Chinese? After all, she is from China! " The teacher smiled and said, "It doesn't matter, she will go abroad in the future anyway. Isn't that why you learn English? "
"Why?" I silently read, "Learn from foreigners to control foreigners; Know yourself and know yourself, and you will be invincible! " Looking at the classmates around me, I seem to see the language fragrance standing by the door, and my eyes are full of sadness. ...
In the self-study class, some students complained: "I have to recite ancient Chinese again. I don't know what's the use. Tired of it! " I said to him, "Ancient prose can cultivate sentiment and enrich connotation!" "Don't you want to use ancient prose to enrich your connotation in scientific research, investment and entrepreneurship?"
I am speechless. I only saw the China people passing by me, and I didn't look back. ...
Now I'm sitting at my desk, thinking about myself and Chinese. For me-for all China people, she is the accumulation of China's culture for thousands of years, the essence of national feelings and an indispensable part of China people's soul lessons. But now, more and more people want to abandon her, the glory and dignity of China people! I can't help sighing with her.
In a trance, I dreamed that China people passed me gently on a path covered with fallen leaves. Looking back suddenly, there is only a lonely and sad back.
Chinese passed me gently. China people walked by me.
life
Haizi said: "Facing the sea, bloom is warm in spring." This is a beautiful and happy poem, but with Haizi gone, he can't bear the weight of life. The imperial poet in Wong Kar-wai told us a truth with his life: the weight of life is unbearable, but we must persist. Haizi's death makes people sad and even more angry. "Facing the sea, bloom is warm in spring" is the best attitude towards life.
life
Xu Zhimo said, "I left gently, just as I came gently." I waved my sleeve without taking away a cloud. "
I often think that this is not my attitude towards life. Life should not be light, but heavy! We should step on every day with heavy steps and make full use of it to complete our work and fulfill our responsibilities. Moreover, when we wave our sleeves, we should not "take away a cloud" but "shed a piece of hard sweat" to water and nourish our lives and make our lives healthier and more exciting.
shear a sheep
I remember when I was young, Zhang Ailing was my favorite writer. Not for anything else, just for one sentence. At the end of Farewell My Concubine, she said, "I like this scabbard." It vaguely reflects a sense of loneliness and coldness, and more reflects her self-confidence.
In others' eyes, Zhang Ailing is maverick, and some even comment that she is "bitter". However, I think she told me a philosophy of life: don't be bound by the world, work hard and let others remember you, so that you won't get tired of life.
arouse
China people walked past me, walked past. It is my best partner and will accompany me all my life. It tells me the meaning of life, it tells me the way of life, and tells me to keep my own character and personality and bravely meet the challenges of life!
Chinese passed me gently. 5. Gently, you came as if you were dreaming. You gently waved and took me into the hall of Chinese characters.
Chinese is actually wonderful, like a white waterfall, tending to a wonderful life; Chinese is actually very bright, like a transparent prism, reflecting a colorful life; Chinese is actually very profound, like a long masterpiece, extracting a three-dimensional life.
Quietly stepping into the myth of life opened my dusty eyes.
Once upon a time, I was a child who knew nothing. It was she, the language, who took me through time and space and talked to Robinson described by Defoe. It was China who made me know so many famous people: Wen Tianxiang who died for his country, Li Shizhen who tasted all kinds of herbs ... Who else? The vicissitudes of history are like turning pages in front of me. It is she who reminds me of the shame of China and the revitalization after a hundred years. Countless romantic figures poured out in her mouth.
Someone once said: "Tea leaves a delicate fragrance because of boiling water, and life can only leave a fragrance after repeated baptism." Isn't that what people in China do? She is a masterpiece, both simple and profound. Everyone's every move, every word and deed is from China. You can understand what she is doing at a glance, and what she is doing is so profound that you may never understand it. Chinese is both easy to understand and mysterious, which exerts a subtle influence on me. Let me taste her true meaning and absorb her essence invisibly.
China people, her fragrance fills every corner and surrounds me. Unconsciously, I was intoxicated. Suddenly looking back, I saw the China people passing by me.
Chinese passed me gently. The spirits and emotions of the six people have always adhered to themselves, and Chinese has shaped them. When you are learning Chinese, do you feel that your spirit and emotion have been sublimated? You may not understand the prosperity and desolation of Zhang Ailing, the death of Haizi on the railway track, the happiness and despair of Duras, and the loneliness of some writers, but as long as you know that they are all telling stories in their hearts and telling the spirit and feelings of the world with clever words, you only need to know whether your heart is empty or not and whether reading can enrich it. When the mood and spirit are hungry, Chinese is just a pot of thick soup.
When reading, I can fly over the vast lake without passing through the smoke. I can be unconstrained and overbearing.
Some people say that to keep reading is to keep shaping yourself.
I grew up in reading, thought in learning Chinese, and time slipped between the pages of ink. While reading, I looked up at my sacred ideal and my brave desire.
Understand youth and taste life.
Day and night, Cangshan flowing water, we walked through in reading; Spring, summer, autumn and winter, the sun, the moon and the stars, we all felt it in reading. China people are like an elder who knows everything. The world is big, but not as big as our heart. How wide the heart is, how big the stage is. Because reading teaches us to explore and discover constantly.
Life is related to emotion, and emotion is related to faith. Chinese is my belief, reading is my god, and she is my window to see everything.
China people passed me gently. China people are like an elegant girl. She walked lightly and gracefully towards me. Accompanied by many years, she took my heart away with her unique charm and enriched my feelings.
China people are painters.
"Birds are singing, swallows are dancing, and the bridges are flowing red." She painted a spring scene with soft brushstrokes and colorful flowers. She described Yingying's lively vitality, the tranquility and simplicity of the small bridge, the clear gurgling of running water and the smile of spring. She makes my heart fly.
China people are musicians.
"It rains at home in Huangmei season, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond." She played a Summer Rain Symphony with a brisk melody. She tells the noise of summer with a gentle flute; Bring people beautiful enjoyment with melodious singing; She set off the summer heat with the ups and downs of frogs; She set off its heroism with scratching raindrops. She makes my mind fly.
China people are poets.
"There is water in the green hills, and the grass in the south of the Yangtze River has not withered in autumn." With her brilliant talent, she recited the loneliness of autumn, told the details of autumn and wrote sad poems. She melted my heart with the pen of cloud; She nourishes my feelings with running water.
China people are photographers.
"A boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold Jiang Xue." She photographed the whiteness and vastness of winter with strange feelings and wonderful ideas, and paid attention to the quiet and barren winter with her spiritual eyes. She left an eternal memory of winter with the lens, and also photographed the throb in my heart.
Throughout the year, Chinese is accompanied.
Chinese, like a drizzle, moistens my heart and keeps my inspiration endless.
Chinese, like a hot sun, shines on my heart and makes my sky bright.
Language is like a breeze, which washes my heart and makes my world pure and light.
China people, walking past me, floating. ...
Chinese in composition 8 with an autumn word from my side walk on by, sang a new song of history; A loud struggle across the night sky, lingering in people's hearts for a long time. I can't imagine what kind of historical background made a woman like Li Qingzhao.
The strange girl with a sad life married the Zhao family at the age of sixteen, and all her relatives hoped that her marriage would be happy. But things are unpredictable, and her husband's long-term meeting makes this watery woman stay at the west window at night, searching hard, and living like a year. If Liu encounters twists and turns, he can't help but feel "how sad a sentence is." It's hard to imagine what it feels like. Looking forward to it day and night, tossing and turning, making such a picturesque daughter as thin as yellow flowers. She struggled to get through, get through, get through, get through, get through, get through, get through, get through, get through, get through, get through, get through, get through. She fought against time, changing the tender feelings of fresh and lovely girls day by day, writing down the decline of the country in a sad style, and sending out the feeling of being displaced and suffering, when to rest; He fought the war, fought in the years of war, and came together with her long-lost husband. She skillfully collected the records of stones and shed tears at the jade wash. After experiencing the grief of national destruction, she rediscovered herself. "Three glasses of light wine", how can the wine be weaker than the evening breeze? Has the slender finger ever "returned with sorrow" when abandoning the wine, although he drowned his sorrow with wine?
Both the "woman in the mirror" and the talented woman captured the word "woman" quickly and vividly, and the vicissitudes of history witnessed Li Qingzhao's dream of "a curtain of quiet dreams". A forever lover, a lonely woman, a cold woman with deeper feelings.
Thanks to the language, you walked by me inadvertently. In a casual look back, I got to know Yi 'an, appreciated Yi 'an and got to know Yi 'an. In her tragic experience, I can't help feeling pity and wondering whether this woman, who has had a rough life, has found her way home on the intoxicated old road.
Chinese passed me gently, like a ray of warm winter sun, shining into my heart; Chinese, like refreshing Xia Feng, blows through my body; Language, like sweet spring rain, moistens my heart; Chinese, like a white autumn cloud, is full of my body.
I like China very much. Love her responsibility of "though it is dark in the morning, it turns to snow at night", love her heroism of "a bottle of tears" and love her yearning for "no miscellaneous trees, fragrant grass".
I love Wen Chunchun. The wit of "I wake up easily in this spring morning", "When spring comes" and "They grow taller in the spring breeze" makes me fall into it. I am fascinated by the gracefulness of "full of spring", "warm spring in bloom" and "full of spring". I like the girl in spring coming back to this world in flowery clothes. Everything is full of vitality and everything is revived. I like that the painter used a little brush. The grass is green, the flowers are red and the sky is blue. Rabbits come out for food, tigers roar and sparrows come out for flight test.
I love Xia Wen. The beauty of Xiao He's just showing his horns, jumping in the white rain and Ye Liantian opened my eyes and clapped my hands for joy. The splendor of "Hot Sun", "Smoke" and "xia yang Summer" made me addicted to them and turned to my career. I love that little tree. It has green branches and flowers with the brightest smiles. The sound of the river seems to clap its hands to welcome the arrival of summer.
I love the Mid-Autumn Festival. The exquisiteness of "dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow", "stop and sit in the maple forest late" and "the lake and the moon blend together" makes me never tire of learning, and writing flowers is wonderful. "crisp autumn", "golden wind" and "pleasant autumn scenery" make me choose my words carefully and strive for perfection. I like the golden color of the mountain. A gust of wind blew, and the wheat waves broke out one after another, like a rough sea.
I love the Mid-Autumn Festival. The tenacity of "No Birds in Hundreds of Mountains", "Sleepless in a Snowstorm" and "Cold Ling Opens Alone" made me feel ashamed and bowed my head. The enchanting scenery of "white clothes wrapped in white", "Yushu silver light" and "powder clothes covering jade" made me persevere. I love that the world is full of snow, one, two, three. Snowflakes as big as goose feathers slide from the air to the ground, like a dancing snow butterfly.
China people walked by me, and in a blink of an eye, six years passed. I have been swimming in the ocean of Chinese for six years. In the past six years, I have learned the strength of "cold ling driving alone", the perseverance of "they have grown taller in the spring breeze" and ...
At the moment, I just want to say-China people! I won't let you leave me again. Let's go!
Chinese passed me gently. Life is a heavy footprint step by step, and Chinese is a long-term accumulation bit by bit. China people around me passed by. ......
Chinese is the spring rain that moistens our hearts; Chinese is an illuminating lamp, which illuminates my life. Language is the gardener pruning our dead branches and rotten leaves; Language is the wave of the sea, bearing our lofty aspirations; Chinese is a breeze that shakes my heart all the way; Chinese is the sun that shines on my heart. Chinese is Fan Zhongyan's sorrow of "worrying about the world first, and enjoying the world later"; China people are Mencius' life philosophy of "born in sorrow and died in happiness"; Chinese is the leisure of Tao Yuanming's "ring resistance, no wind cover, short brown knot, empty ladybug"; Chinese is Zhou Dunyi's self-discipline. China people are trying to govern Liu Xun; China people are down-to-earth Sima Qian; China people are brave Zhao Yun; China people are Zhou Wuwang with one heart and one mind.
Accumulation makes my life bright, and reading broadens my horizons.
Reading Preface to the Lanting Pavilion by the great calligrapher Wang Xizhi, Li Sao by the famous patriotic poet Qu Yuan, and Into the Wine recited by the poet Li Bai, let me realize the ups and downs of those ancient people. Reading Purple Tongzhi Sword made me see the darkness of society at that time. After reading the article "Feeling Motherly Love", it left me with endless aftertaste, letting me know that a small hour can show the maternal love higher than the mountain and deeper than the sea.
China people around me passed by. ......