Chinese is as dazzling as the sun. You can enjoy the vitality of the sun at sunrise and the splendor of the sun at sunset.
Language is as mysterious as a forest. You can appreciate the beauty of the forest when the new Ye Gang grows, and you can also appreciate the significance of the forest when the leaves fall.
Music art is as strange as water lilies. You can marvel at the sadness of flowers when they are in full bloom and appreciate the comfort of flowers when they are sleeping.