"A year away from firecrackers, spring breeze send warm into Tu Su. Thousands of families always change new peaches into old ones every day. " This is a mysterious door that my mother opened to my immature mind when I was still babbling-Chinese. In the past ten years, Chinese has been like an inexhaustible spring, nourishing my heart bit by bit. Now, the college entrance examination has passed, just like the special kind.
Looking back on the road, the past three years, especially the review of senior three, have been recited over and over again, and just looking at the avalanche of test papers and review materials, it is a bit "the past is unbearable." However, even if I am bitter and tired, I don't have too many complaints, because I know I love Chinese.
I know, "Interest is the best teacher". But I also think that interest can not be cultivated casually, nor can it be "produced" by immersing in the sea of questions all day. Everyone has favorite subjects and dislikes, which is normal. But then again, Chinese is our mother tongue, and the blood of 5,000 years of Chinese culture flows in our bodies. Should be closely related to us. When reciting, reading and writing, if we can devote ourselves to the joy and sadness in the text and regard language as our closest friend, maybe a certain consciousness in our hearts will be awakened, which is the charm of language. So I think it is better to stimulate our feelings for language than to "cultivate" any interest.
Of course, learning Chinese well is very hard, and it is very important to accumulate the necessary basic knowledge. This is to work hard on reading, writing and remembering. This is an inevitable hard journey, and there is no shortcut. I have a good memory, so I am relaxed, but sometimes I am incompetent. The way to do this is to copy! A good memory is better than a bad writing. Luo Dajing in Song Dynasty said, "It is better to read it ten times than to write it once." Of course, there is knowledge of copying. Only when the eyes, ears, mouth, hands and brain are present can the results be reproduced. Why does the teacher always make us copy the mistakes n times after dictation? That's the reason. In addition, repeat it frequently. I remember seeing the "forgetting curve" before, which roughly means that what you remember will soon be forgotten. Therefore, you can remember them by repeating them often. Don't always complain about "things you can't remember", which is normal, but what you have to do is to open the book and recite it again.
Regarding the composition, the teacher has always praised my writing style. There are two secrets: one is observation and association; Second, reading and recording. Thanks to my mother's inheritance, my mind is always full of interesting and strange ideas. Since I was a child, I like to observe those unremarkable things and then make up stories for them. In the dark night sky, the window of a building is on-is someone waiting for my family to come home late? Or celebrate a happy birthday? Or do the couple quarrel when they disagree? ..... and so on, don't think I'm bored, in fact, it's very important for my writing, because imagination is a strong support for my composition. Don't be too bizarre. As long as there are divergent associations in the text, you will find a lot of life materials to write about. Besides, there are reading and recording. The reading here is not those silly "good words, good sentences and good paragraphs". It's not some shoddy so-called essay selections. Reading poems, essays, famous books and biographies of celebrities will be much more useful. Collect some useful information, which should at least make you think and feel. Remember it after collection, otherwise it will be useless. In this way, when writing, you will feel as if you are writing.
Finally, in fact, I never got a score of 120 in my senior three Chinese, but I was able to get the first place in the college entrance examination. Is this an extraordinary performance? I don't think so, because I firmly believe that my Chinese is solid and I will get high marks. It seems that self-confidence is really a good thing.
Chinese is a clear spring in my heart.
If the human heart is a small pool/there must be a clear spring/slowly entering/whispering poetic ripples/singing the melody of the years/at this time/clearing the heart.
-inscription
Jia Pingwa once wrote, "Whether life is worth living, whether it is lost, is sadness or joy. What's important is that there can't be Yue Hui in a clear spring." This statement is correct. If Chinese is a clear spring in my heart, then my love for Chinese is like a bright Yue Hui, which will keep me alive.
Chinese is everywhere.
"In the thin shadow of apricot blossoms, the flute is played until dawn." Look at the burning brilliance, which is the language of euphemistic feelings that blows a poem. "When I asked Yu what he was doing in the Blue Mountain, I laughed and didn't answer his heart." In the thousands of green hills and thousands of white clouds, singing lights, breathing the open atmosphere outside the Tang poetry.
"The red rain blows the embroidered couch, and the carved fence bends towards dusk." In the shadow of the paddle lamp, beside the small bridge and flowing water, it is not the walking of China people, which adds a little gentleness to the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. "The Yellow River falls into the East China Sea, and Wan Li writes it in his arms." In the rolling waves, the vast sea is not China people sailing in the sky, but shows the vastness of Chinese civilization between the waves.
Chinese is touching.
On the neon-lit beach, Chinese takes you to visit a bustling and empty world. There is a woman who is lonelier than fireworks, with a pair of sharp and keen eyes, who slowly tells you the extraordinary feelings in turbulent times. So in Zhang Ailing's ethereal words, you can see the length of Chinese, coming from a distant place across time and space, telling a tearful story and telling a thousand songs.
In a desert full of grass, China people introduced you to a woman named Cai Wenji. "Tears and ink continue the history of the Han Dynasty, and the autumn wind turns to grass." Shefu abandoned his son because he was concerned about the inheritance of Han culture, and because he remembered that he was a good daughter of the Han family, he embarked on a difficult way home in the yellow sand. In Eighteen Beats of Hu Jia, you heard the density of Chinese and hated it like spring grass.
Chinese is very inspirational
I have read Yu Guangzhong's articles. I only read one sentence, "Burn me to ashes, my soul of the Han Dynasty, Tang Po, will haunt this land forever. The endless old country is called the mainland by the wandering dragon, Kyushu by the strong man who climbed the mountain, and Jianghu by the fallen hero. " Then I burst into tears. The greatness and sublimity of the motherland are reflected in Chinese. The patriotism and persistence of literati are vividly displayed in Chinese.
I once got the motivation to move forward in the index finger's Believe in the Future, got the lofty sentiments of teenagers in Mao Zedong's Qinyuanchun, and wandered around in Wang Guozhen's poems, thus realizing that I don't need to care about the cold wind and rain behind me, as long as I move forward seriously and lead towards the goal.
Chinese is like an exquisite five-character poem, which gives people fresh meaning in the level tone; Chinese is like an ethereal landscape painting, which gives people a deep feeling in the outline of stippling; Language is more like a clear spring, which pours flowing water into the small pool of the soul, so the sky and clouds drift.
Floating on the stream of poetry, love and dreams, I listened to the clear voice of China people, gurgling, gurgling …
Chinese is a clear spring in my heart.
Gently, push open a window; Quietly, have a sip of tea. Holding a roll in your hand, you can enjoy the quiet beauty of the words in the fragrant tea, let a clear spring gurgle out of your heart, wash away the glitz, fade away the irritability and stay away from the noise. ...
Chinese is a clear spring in my heart. In the Chinese world, I can: "Look at the past and present in an instant, and help the whole world in an instant". In the Chinese world, I can pay homage to Qin Huang and Wu Han; Visiting Confucius and Mencius Taibai at dusk; The sad girl in white is the Leifeng Tower in Yongzhen, and the sighing Meng Jiangnv is looking for her husband to cry on the Great Wall. Whip the horse and ride the camel's bell ancient road to see the tragedy of the overlord of the west Chu besieged on all sides in the sunset; Sighing the desolation of Mr. Wolong's forty-nine lights ... in the Chinese world, I can command the expeditionary force with Barton on the other side of the ocean; Montgomery lamented the sophistication of the desert fox; You can sigh the heroic city of Stalingrad; Experience the optimism conveyed by Churchill's V-shaped gesture ... In the world of Chinese, I feel the depth of history.
Chinese is a clear spring in my heart. In the world of Chinese, I can swim in the beautiful scenery of nature. In the world of Chinese, I can watch catkins flying in spring. Summer scenery of Shili lotus; Enjoy Sanqiu cinnamon in autumn; In the Chinese world, I can listen to old Du Chun's singing at night, Xiao Du Qingming asking for directions, listening to midnight, listening to wise monks crossing the bridge east with the Antarctic fence, listening to Yi 'an laity sighing green, fat, red and thin, and listening to Cheng Zhai's master appreciate it. Stop at the West Lake and let Su Dongpo make up lightly and enjoy the yellow silk butterfly ... In the Chinese world, I gained the freshness of nature.
Chinese is a clear spring in my heart. In China people's world, I read that literati are optimistic and positive, and are not afraid of free and easy influence. In the world of China people, I read the clank and pride of Violet laity, "Ah, how can I solemnly bow and scrape to a powerful person"; Su Zizhan's optimism and broadmindedness of "300 lychees a day"; Liu Yuxi's free and easy adaptation of Liu Lang is here again today; Tang Bohu's "I can't put on the world with a smile" is romantic and chic; Reading Mr. Wu Liu's indifference to his own heart and indifference to returning to the countryside in the morning light ... In the Chinese world, I saw the tragic decline of Han Yu. Qu Yuan's lament about "how hard it is for people to live"; Wei Zhi's outspoken courage; Sima Qian's humiliating tenacity ... In the world of Chinese, I realized the true meaning of life. ...
Language, a clear spring in my heart, sings the beauty of moonlight flowers on the riverside; Singing the fluency of mountains and rivers, Chinese is a clear spring in my heart, which brings me natural freshness and optimism. In the world of Chinese, I have more experiences and feelings.
Chinese is a clear spring in my heart.
Chinese, the culture contained in Chinese, includes images from knotting notes to the appearance of words; 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. ...
Chinese, a clear spring in my heart, took my soul to Pu Shui bian. In the quiet moonlight, a lonely old man, with a slow back, only heard one sentence: "I'd rather drag my tail to draw." To answer the messenger who begged for help, his carefree travel and his Dapeng ambition touched my heart. Prosperity can be abandoned, and power, fame and fortune can be thrown away. This is Zhuangzi.
Language, a clear spring in my heart, has brought my soul to the lost Grand View Garden. Baochai's loveliness and sophistication are fascinating, Daiyu's watery temperament is pitiful, Xifeng's sultry and Baoyu's infatuation are admirable. Everything is printed in my mind like a beautiful angel, and the ups and downs of the Grand View Garden also make people feel sorry after reading it. Bao Dai's anti-feudal courage is commendable, and that period lingers.
Chinese, a clear spring in my heart, has brought my soul into the transparent territory of the border town. I 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. The sad border town has become a clear spring, flowing through my body and touching my nerves. Nothing is more obvious than this. The ending is sad, but who can deny that Cui Cui is happy? Endless waiting turned into sentimental acacia tears, scattered in the corner of the border town, scattered 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 ...
Chinese is a clear spring in my heart.
In the most frustrated time, soothe the pain of the soul.
In the most embarrassing time, cultivate the sentiment of the soul.
Chinese is a clear spring in my heart.
-inscription
When I was reciting "Looking up, I found that it was moonlight and sank back, and I suddenly remembered home", my sister told me that it was an ancient poem; When I read Goose Goose Xiang Tiange like my sister, my mother praised my good boy for reading poetry. When I picked up my schoolbag and followed the teacher to learn knowledge, I knew you-Chinese.
Soothe the pain of the soul
"Go out with a smile, we are Artemisia selengensis people" is such a proud expression and conceited psychology. As a poet, Li Bai's lack of talent and his absurd dissatisfaction with the failure of state affairs can still have such a mentality: "Oh, let a man with spirit take risks where he likes, and don't point his golden cup at the moon!" When he was most frustrated, it was very chic to swim with him in poetry!
After being demoted, Su Shi, a "romantic figure through the ages", can still adhere to the optimism of "looking back at the bleak place and coming back without rain or shine", which makes him forget the pain in his heart.
China people, how many literati and celebrities have you comforted since ancient times?
Cultivate the sentiment of the soul
Throughout ancient and modern times, how many literati have chosen the inherent tranquility of Chinese, wandering in the ocean of Chinese knowledge, cultivating sentiment and purifying the soul. That beautiful poem, that fresh prose, that stirring novel, all shocked at the bottom of my heart, colliding with the spark of wisdom!
Tao Yuanming, who was dissatisfied with the affairs of the state and didn't bend his back for five buckets of rice, resolutely gave up fame and fortune and retired to the countryside when he made the pengze county Order, intoxicated with "picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and seeing Nanshan leisurely". How leisurely it is to "go home with the moon hoe" It was with the countryside and beautiful poems that he really saw his noble moral integrity!
Chinese, in the most embarrassing time, cultivates the sentiment of the soul.
A clear spring of the soul
When I entered Chinese, a clear spring poured out of my heart, producing a kind of light spirit of "moonlight in the pine forest and crystal stone in the stream" When I entered Chinese, I met Lu Xun, the pride of the Chinese nation. He shouted to the people of China: Silence, silence, break out in silence, or perish in silence! I met Lin Qingxuan when I entered Chinese. Just like his name, he taught me the principle of being a man: in life, it's not where you put a door frame, it's your only exit. You can turn left and right. There is always a direction that suits you.
Chinese is a clear spring in my heart! It let me out of setbacks and face the setbacks and challenges in life with a positive and sunny face; It makes me change from ignorance to knowledge, and gives me a broader mind to embrace the world and cultivate the sentiment of the soul!
A flower, a grass and a world, Chinese, is a clear spring in my heart, flowing affectionately …
Chinese is a clear spring in my heart.
Language, like a clear spring in my heart, is clear, elegant and quiet, but it ripples from time to time, which makes my heart surge.
Chinese is a paradise for the soul.
"Picking chrysanthemums under the hedge, leisurely seeing Nanshan", Tao Yuanming described the carefree interest of being satisfied with self-cultivation after retirement in one sentence. "A few early warblers compete for warm trees, and whose new swallow pecks at the spring mud" seems to be full of spring. "The sun and the moon in this matter, if out; Han Hui of the Stars embodies Cao Cao's broad-minded mind, "I can finally send my emissary to return to Luoyang", and "I am worried about the bright moon, and the wind goes to the west" expresses the poet's yearning for love. Language, a stroke of genius, draws everything in the world, draws the thoughts in the poet's heart, and makes my heart rain in the clear spring.
"Mountain-pulling makes the world angry, and you have to die at an unfavorable time. If you don't die, you can't do anything, and you will be afraid! " Xiang Yu, the overlord of the Western Chu Dynasty, lamented a few lines, staged a farewell farewell farewell to my concubine, and drank Wujiang River to kill himself in the rolling sound of the Han army's pursuit, because he did not grasp the opportunity and made him self-destruct; "One river does not return, the waves are exhausted, and the romantic figures of the ages" Dongpo was demoted, his ambition was not paid, and his heart was unwilling to sing; Although Chen She had a low status and suffered a lot, he said, "What kind of prince would like it better?" ; Qu was framed by traitors, sad and sad, and expressed Li Sao ... Chinese, with a beautiful and mellow voice, sounded the voice of human injustice, sang the voice of the world, and made a clear spring sound broadly, which made my thoughts fly.
"When you ask what you can do, your heart is far from self-centered." Tao Yuanming tells the peaceful choice of life. "There are thousands of spacious buildings in Qian Qian, and the poor in the world are happy, and the storm is like a calm mountain!" Du Fu transcends his own sufferings and thinks for the people all over the world. Fan Zhongyan wrote a politician's sense of responsibility, and everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the world. "Counting romantic figures and looking at the present" is a masterpiece of a generation of great men on history. The language is full of talented people, chanting lofty aspirations, and in a clear spring in their hearts, poetic pen and ink are splashed.
Chinese records the distant history and arouses people's deep reverie.
Chinese, a clear spring in my heart, is full of poetic and chivalrous spirit, but it never stops flowing in my heart.
Chinese is a clear spring in my heart.
It has been ten years since I was a child, and Chinese has always been my favorite subject.
Chinese is a diary, which records my growing experience. I remember babbling with my mother when I was a child and reciting the poem Goose, Goose, Xiang Tiange with nonstandard pronunciation. When I was a little older, the whole class wore red scarves and read aloud "Love the motherland, love the people and love labor" under the leadership of the teacher. When I got to middle school, I was attracted by Confucius' "It's a pleasure to have friends from afar".
Chinese is a means of transportation, carrying me to appreciate the great rivers and mountains of the motherland. "Flying down three thousands of feet, it is suspected that the Milky Way has fallen for nine days" let me know the spectacular Lushan Waterfall; When I came to Tengwangge, I realized what "sunset and lonely Qi Fei, autumn waters * * * sky is one color"; Climbing Mount Tai, I shouted, "I'm going to the top, and all the other mountains look small under the sky ...".
top of form
Chinese is a historical film, which takes me through time and space and gallops through ancient and modern times. The helplessness of Qu Yuan's subjugation was read from "The road is long, and I will go up and down". I read Yue Fei's desire for revival from "Hungry for pork, laughing at Huns' thirst for blood", and from "Who has never died since ancient times, I read the death of Wen Tianxiang.
Although I love the people of China very much, as Mencius said, "Heaven will be the great task of the people of, and we must first suffer from it, work hard on its bones and starve its skin." I also experienced some twists and turns on the way to learning Chinese. At the beginning of primary school, I learned to write a composition, but I still couldn't write a few words every time I chewed off the pencil. Later, the teacher gave me a new stove and taught me to write narrative and argumentative papers. Because of the teacher, finally, I was able to finish a composition by myself. In junior high school, when I first came into contact with classical Chinese, I couldn't recite it for a long time. The teacher told me about the development of China language and the literal meaning of classical Chinese. Finally, I not only recited the text, but also gradually read some classical Chinese outside the textbook, and became interested in classical Chinese.
Even though I have encountered some difficulties in my study, my love for Chinese is still growing. I love China's ancient poems, novels of Ming and Qing Dynasties and modern poems, especially Xu Zhimo's Farewell to Cambridge, which is catchy every time I read it. It's really a sense of rhythm.
"That pool under the shade of elm is not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky, broken among floating algae and precipitated a rainbow-like dream." I think Chinese is a clear spring, which precipitates my dreams.