Chinese is a wonderful thing, which brings us knowledge and endless imagination.
The beauty of Chinese is the beauty of spirit, which is the spirit that the old man has persisted for 35 years.
The beauty of Chinese is the beauty of imagination, and it is the beautiful street in the sky written by Guo Moruo, which brings people endless imagination.
The beauty of Chinese is the beauty of description, the magnificent scenery of the sea described by Cao Cao, that is, "the trip to the sun and the moon, if out of it, if out of it", and the beautiful sunset scene described by Ma Zhiyuan, "the old vine is faint, the small bridge is flowing, and the old road is thin and thin."
The beauty of language is the beauty of metaphor, which is "like a small ball made of coral beads" written by Mr. Lu Xun-raspberry. The small raspberry written by Mr. Lu Xun is so attractive and lovely, and it is a vibrant golden flower written by Tagore, an Indian writer. The golden flower quietly opens its petals and exudes attractive fragrance, playing hide-and-seek with its mother. How vibrant this golden flower is!
The beauty of Chinese is the beauty of sound, the powerful pause between commas, periods and exclamation points, and the wonderful voice of reading the text.
The beauty of Chinese is the square characters that stand upright. They are arranged neatly and orderly on the paper, which is pleasing to the eye at first sight.
Chinese, she is a breeze that blows away irritability and brings coolness. Language, she is a ray of sunshine, which brings light in a dark world. Language, she is a spring rain that moistens our hearts and takes away the drought.
Chinese is our life partner.
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There are many beauties in the world of Chinese. There is the beauty of music, the beauty of pictures and even the beauty of art. Her beauty is like a vivid spring rain picture, depicting the lingering drizzle; Her beauty is like a farmer's harvest song, dispelling the summer heat.
She is a painter in Zhu Ziqing's vibrant spring. "Colorful is always spring." She paints spring with colorful colors, depicting the tenderness and comfort of the spring breeze!
She is a musician in the winter in Jinan described by Lao She. "There is a bumper harvest in the fragrance of rice flowers, listening to the sound of frogs." She played the passion of summer with melodious piano sound, and set off the heroic and hearty summer with undulating songs, which made my thoughts fly.
She is a poet in Cao Cao's view of the sea. "A crane in a clear sky rows clouds, which brings poetry to the blue night." She recited the grandeur of autumn with radiant talents, talked about the implication of autumn, and wrote a song of autumn. She nourishes my heart with poetic ink and cultivates the deep tree in my heart.
She is a photographer because the seasons are full of cheerful rain under Liu Zhanqiu's light pen. "is like a spring gale, come up in the night, blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees." She photographed the whiteness and breadth of winter with wonderful thoughts, and paid attention to the grandeur and romance of winter with her spiritual eyes. She used the lens to leave the eternal memory of winter and also photographed the rhythm of my heart.
in silence, she is like a wisp of breeze, which makes my sky spring all the year round. She walked past me, and she was on cloud nine ...
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(Tao Qian)
Time is like a flowing water. Everything is a small boat on the river. Whether it's the tenderness of a beautiful woman, the immortal legend, or the iron horse of Jin Ge, the battle on the battlefield, the clanking iron hoof, it all turns into a wisp of clear smoke and dissipates gently, only the beauty of language.
The beauty of Chinese lies in words. Every stroke and stroke of it contains the history and culture of China for 5, years. China has a long history, and many celebrities and events are shining in the starry sky of history. It also contains the spectacular and profound artistic civilization of China's beautiful mountains and rivers. They are all recorded by the Chinese characters of the motherland, conveying the beauty of Chinese characters to future generations.
The beauty of Chinese lies in language. It is an expression of beauty, which hides the beauty of scenery and appearance. "Dead vines and old trees faint crows, small bridges and flowing water." In a short sentence, people saw the crow perched on the withered old tree and the small bridge over the gurgling water. "My fair lady, the county son is very graceful" let me see a graceful, gentle and generous girl.
The beauty of Chinese lies in emotion, which everyone is born with, and feeling is what everyone thinks. "When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world." Full of wandering thoughts about hometown and relatives. "She went out and never came back." It hides Shi Tiesheng's nostalgia and love for his mother, and a sense of guilt for owing his mother's feelings.
the beauty of Chinese lies in words, language and emotion. There is never a lack of beauty in the world, and so is Chinese, except that we lack eyes and hearts to discover beauty.
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She dispelled the darkness in my heart like a hot sun; She is like a clear spring, nourishing my thirsty body; She is also like a lighthouse, showing me the way of life. She is Chinese.
Memory will dissipate with time, body will decay with death, and thoughts will die with the impetuousness of people. But Chinese can't, and she will always maintain her eternal beauty.
the beauty of Chinese lies in spirit.
"Nothing is difficult in the world, only if you put your mind to it." An old man in England spent 35 years with his own hands, turning a desert into an oasis and a deserted village into a crowded market. How great is man's wild power! However, what kind of perseverance and selflessness is needed to achieve such a thing. His spirit of selflessness and perseverance will always be imprinted in people's hearts and will never disappear. This is the beauty of Chinese.
the beauty of Chinese lies in its profundity.
"the thread in the hands of a fond-hearted mother, makes clothes for the body of her wayward boy."
If you want to say what is the greatest love in the world, it must be maternal love. A mother gently cares for her paralyzed son with her deep and imperceptible love. Since his son's legs were paralyzed, all his joys and sorrows have been borne by his mother. Even when his mother was dying, he was still in his mouth. Sometimes, love is not necessarily expressed in language, but more importantly, every move in life reveals deep love. This is the beauty of Chinese.
the beauty of Chinese lies in hope.
"There is no doubt that there is no road, and there is another village." If anything is precious, it must be your own body. A little girl, from the moment she was born, she lost her light and voice. She should have everything of a normal person, but she didn't. But when a tutor came, everything about her was changed. She began to become confident and cheerful, and she learned a lot of truth; She has light, happiness and freedom. You have to ask me why she is like this, because she has hope. As long as you have hope, it is never too late to start.
this is the beauty of Chinese.
where is the beauty of Chinese? Her beauty lies in words, truth, pictures and imagination ... But I think the beauty of Chinese is that we are willing to learn and want to learn. As long as she is willing to learn, she is beautiful all the time. May we always keep a heart for knowledge.
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Chinese, like spring rain, nourishes everything on the earth, but she washes my heart eager for knowledge like a raging sea wave; She also made me cry like a comedy; Chinese, she is like ...
I think Chinese is like Tagore's Golden Flower, romantic and elegant. "When you have lunch and sit at the window reading Ramayana, when the shadow of that tree falls on your hair and knees, I will cast my little shadow on your book, right where you are reading." How gentle it is to cast light on the place where my mother studies, so as to give her more light when she studies, and my mother doesn't know that I am also silently dedicating myself to her, which makes me very satisfied. The so-called love is not to pay silently for each other? This is the language that moistens my heart.
Chinese is as heroic and imposing as Cao Cao's Watching the Sea. "The trip to the sun and the moon, if out of it. Xinghan is brilliant, if it is out of it. " The sun and the moon are like in it. The milky way is very brilliant, just like in its galaxy. Chinese, like the surging waves, is beating me.
Chinese, like Andersen's The Emperor's New Clothes, tells the truth because of childish words, just like some people who cover up the facts to avoid being seen. There are many people who pretend to understand in order to hide their shortcomings, not just one person, but only a very large number of people choose to do so. But some people expose all the lies, and then others will follow suit, which is very happy. This, too, is a language, and she is sometimes warm like winter, and sometimes she pierces bones to keep me from doing this.
This is Chinese, which always warms you and makes you read articles that heal people's hearts. Always alert you and let you read the articles that remind you. She will always be so beautiful.
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She is like a spring breeze, walking lightly, passing my thoughts and passing me quietly. She is Chinese.
Chinese is a painter.
"the trip to the sun and the moon, if out of it. Xinghan is brilliant, if it is out of it. " She used a stroke of genius to outline the magnificent momentum of the sea for us. "Dead vines and old trees faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, old roads and thin horses." She used light language to create a beautiful rural scene for us.
Chinese is a wise man. Zeng Zi said, "I said, I will save myself in three provinces: are you unfaithful for others?" Make friends without saying anything? Can't you learn it? " She used continuous rhetorical questions to teach us to be loyal to others, keep our word, and learn new things by reviewing old ones. "We should all learn from the spirit of his lofty and selfish heart." She told us the truth and spirit of being a man in plain language.
Chinese is a performer.
"I know what my mother didn't finish. So does my sister. We should live well together. " She used psychological description to show us her truest feelings.
Chinese is really beautiful!
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Chinese is like a drink. In different Chinese learning, the drinks you drink are also different.
When you are reading a book, every paragraph, every word and even every symbol in the book expresses different feelings. Reading is like drinking Coca-Cola. Coke has a pungent taste in the mouth, like countless small bubbles rolling and bursting in the mouth. Only when the bubbles subside can you taste the unique sweetness.
The plot in the book is exciting and tortuous. Only after reading the whole book can we know the author's intention of carefully arranging the plot.
An ancient prose without explanation is like a cup of plain coffee without sugar or milk. And learning that ancient prose is equivalent to drinking a cup of original coffee.
Every time I glance at ancient Chinese, it is bitter and difficult to understand. Like the first sip of coffee. Then I began to look up books, trying to understand it and understand it. Although one sentence is more difficult than the other, the interest will not decrease, but it will increase. Continue to drink coffee. Although the more you drink, the more bitter you feel, but the more you drink, the more fragrant you will be. Finally, after hard work, I finally understand the language and master the great truth said by the ancients, which is very happy. At the last sip of coffee, the aftertaste began, the bitterness disappeared, the fragrance was still there, and there was a wonderful sweetness.
then reading poetry is equivalent to drinking tea. The faint ink of the book can match the faint fragrance of tea. When reading a poem, the endless thoughts in my mind and the mood of the author when writing this poem? The scenery at that time? What does poetry express?
these thoughts are just the aftertaste of every time I served tea in my mouth.
The beauty of Chinese is that learning Chinese is like drinking a drink.
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the beauty of Chinese, she is not very charming, but like a lady, natural and graceful. Her beauty lies in every poem and article.
The beauty of Chinese lies in Cao Cao's "Journey to the Sun and Moon". Xing Han can Han, if it is out of it. " The heroic. She is beautiful in Guo Moruo's pure fantasy that "some items displayed in the market must be rare in the world". Her beauty lies in Zhu Ziqing's strength that "Spring is like a robust youth with iron arms and waist and feet, and he leads us forward". She is also beautiful in Ma Zhiyuan's poem, "When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world". She is even more beautiful in Lu Xun's "needless to say, green vegetable beds, smooth stone well fences, tall acacia trees and purple mulberries." The beautiful scenery in the herb garden in the forest.
the beauty of Chinese. I think in the whole Chinese book, the poem written by Li Shangyin, "When you ask about your return, the rain rises in Bashan and the pool rises." When * * * cut the candle at the west window and talk about evening rain. " The most beautiful This seems to be an ordinary "letter from home". A few simple lines of poetry have touched many people for thousands of years. In the first sentence, "when to return" and "when to return" contain too much bitterness and helplessness. The poet felt even more lonely and desolate in the environment of "the night rain rises in the autumn pool" during his stay in Bashu. When I put on my make-up, I imagine the scene of cutting the candle at the west window and talking tonight after going home for reunion. Time and space are intertwined, and the reality and reality coexist, transforming the bitterness in front of me into the joy of future reunion, and also injecting the "past" suffering filtered by time into the joy of the future. The beauty of this poem lies in its simple language and emotional twists and turns.
Because language is like a star, although scattered, it illuminates the earth, because language is like a sun shining on everything in the world, because language is like a spring rain, nourishing the earth and making it full of vitality. That's why the language is beautiful!
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Chinese, she can't see or touch a wisp of breeze in Wan Ru, but what she left behind is birds and flowers, which is deeply rooted in people's hearts. Language, like the stars on the horizon, is fragmentary, but it can illuminate the dark sky and the depths of the soul.
"Lying at night listening to the wind and rain, the Iron Horse Glacier dreams." Although it is only a dozen words, it is full of momentum, swallowing Wan Li like a tiger, which makes people admire and applaud. This is the language.
"when * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk at night." She used a few words to let us imagine the scene of cutting candles at the west window together after going home and reuniting, and talking happily together tonight, but it was sad and beautiful. Although she doesn't have many words, she has poetry and ink, which moistens our hearts.
She recorded the dribs and drabs of life with the beauty of words, and recorded every wonderful melody, beautiful songs and wonderful shots. She is like a spring, nourishing our dry hearts and making our desire for knowledge deeper and deeper.
People often say, "He who has a Chinese language wins the world." From ancient times to the present, China has a history of 5, years. She is like a famous painting with a long history hanging in a museum, which is full of praise and surprises everyone.
In Chinese, she doesn't have too many flowery words. She is as plain as ordinary people, but everyone can't live without her, from the villagers to Yang Chun Baixue. She used the simplest words to describe the most beautiful paintings and the most beautiful strings.