An essay on "Today's Chinese" without homework.

Chinese is the spark of human thinking, the development of civilization in the dark, the flower beyond time and space thinking, the bearing of the achievements of civilization in the last 5,000 years, and the footprint of human civilization since ancient times.

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Chinese is a hazy tree when the moon is in the sky. The blue sky is like washing, and language is the vast blue sky; It is the sun of generate at sea level; It is a song about wine, a heroic and helpless life geometry; It's caves, trees falling, rivers singing,

The affection of the eyes; It is a compilation of humiliation, anger and earth-shattering tears; It is the beauty and magic of Tianmu sleepwalking; The red chamber is poetic and dreamy, which is a love tragedy. It is the justice of looking at the strange face with a cold face;

Even if you count romantic figures, you can still see the grandeur of the moment.

Chinese has given me too much, warning of life, words of philosophers, countless legends and endless novels and romances. Chinese also tells me that human beings have the most beautiful thinking.

Flowers come from hard work and thinking. When you try to write, you are full of ideas and thoughts. Suddenly, your eyes shine, and your words are like fountains. This is language. When you admire the Mona Lisa,

That mysterious smile, you are experiencing it with your heart. You want to resort to writing, but you can't find a similar language to describe it. This is language. You have heard Beethoven's symphony of destiny, and its strong rhythm is shocking and deafening.

You are suddenly awakened by dysprosium, and you are from China. Chinese is a jumping note, a rhythm of colorful symphonies, a clear spring flowing among bright moons and pines, and an implicit and peaceful picture in poetry.

Dajiangdong has gone to the waves, and he has been a romantic figure through the ages. More than a thousand years have passed, and Wei Wu has raised his whip. My son said in Sichuan that the deceased is like a husband, and language is the imprint of flowing time. Up and down for five thousand years, it's like the Yangtze River and the Yellow River flowing endlessly. Language is a red ribbon flying on the earth, and it is the Garden of Eden of human spirit. A hundred flowers are blooming, and a faint fragrance is floating, with a little red among evergreen trees.

This is Chinese, and rich answers come from colorful life.