Why is French a tall language?

French is more accurate than ancient Greek, more accurate than Latin, simpler than Chinese, smoother than Italian, softer than English, and clearer than any other language in the world:

French has no tone, it sounds like a clear spring.

French has no accent. Sounds like singing.

No language can match the number of pure vowels in French, so it is rich and colorful. French has four times as many vowels as Japanese (including semi-vowels), yes, four times, and contains the most round lip sounds (that is, sounds that require two lips to curl up): eight, including Cantonese? Is it sweet? The original, silent, nasal version of that sound, as well as other sounds such as eu, O, eau, on and U (this reading of /y/, English, Italian and Spanish is useless, and it is a nightmare sound for westerners learning French). The mellow lip sound directly affects the loveliness of a language.

French has no aspirated sound (unvoiced consonants are aspirated only at the end of syllables), so unlike English and Chinese, French is difficult to spit out.

There are dozens of negative forms of double-word mosaic in French, such as ne ... northeast pass ... northeast que ... point, ne guè re and so on. This is not found in any language in the world, so even negative sentences are very moving, and there are few ambiguities. I can't even speak ancient Greek or Sanskrit. )

The four nasal sounds of French (only three in Paris dialect) are not found in all European languages, including Italian, Russian, English, German and Spanish, which makes these languages far behind.

Pronouns such as en, y and le in French can accurately replace all kinds of complex objects, complements and even adverbials in the previous sentence to avoid any repetition. Such a word can't be found in English or German, and it doesn't exist in Chinese.

The number of prepositions in French is several times that in English and Chinese. English to, namely "Xiang, Chao, Wang and Wei" in Chinese, can be divided into: à(au, aux), de(du, des), en, chez, envers, pour, vers and so on. In French, such rich prepositions make French very, very accurate, exquisite and fine.

French has pronouns in advance. This is the legacy of ancient Greek and Latin. There were prepositional objects in ancient Chinese, but now they are completely gone. English is even worse.

French inherits the vowel repetition characteristics of ancient Greek. This is a beautiful feature that makes English desperate; French doesn't need to pause between words like English, and even vowels that must be separated in English can be continuous and complete at one go.

Unique uvula, originated from French, is popular in all kinds of rolling tongues and tongue trills in Eurasia. Those who think uvular is ugly, please listen to Edith Piaf? No, I don't regret it (No, nothing to regret) The real uvular in this song. The real uvula will never use his breath to play the uvula (that would be spitting), but will use the friction of his soft hind jaw to drive the uvula to flutter together.

Why uvula is good: uvula doesn't spit out a lot of saliva like Lickitung; The vibration speed of Uvular can be several times higher than that of super-large tongue; Both uvula and big tongue are flowing sounds, but the collocation speed of uvula and other consonants can reach the speed of light, and God's Lickitung can't play so fast, because uvula starts to vibrate directly after putting the mouth shape of the next vowel.

All French words have strict orthography, and how to pronounce and spell them. Most suffixes and affixes are strictly from the ancestors of ancient Greek and Latin, so they look eye-catching, unlike the differences between reading and writing many English words. American English is more regular in spelling.

French is the mother tongue of most Nobel Prize in Literature laureates in the world, and English literature is inferior to French literature even in all English-speaking countries such as the United States, Canada, India, Great Britain, the United Kingdom of Ireland and Australia. Moreover, as long as Flaubert's novels are in French, the writing in any language can't even reach a little bit in French writing. Similarly, as long as there are charles baudelaire, Ranbo, Hugo and Wei Erlun in France, it is impossible for British Shakespeare to monopolize the crown. French music, Chopin (Chopin's piano music, many songs are written in French), Carmen, Faust. These are just the tip of the iceberg of French culture.

Finally, French has reached today's level since 500 years ago. The French written at that time is no different from the French written today, and the grammar has not changed. It is enough to prove that French has been perfect for so long, and nothing has changed. Moreover, even the English grammar at that time was still a mess. However, the birth of modern Chinese was more than 400 years later than that of French.

In a word, French is the most beautiful grandson of ancient Greek, the most beautiful son of Roman Latin, and the most beautiful language in the world. It has truly inherited and surpassed their beauty and has survived to this day.

Alfons Daodai's short story "The Last Lesson" tells that France was defeated after the Franco-Prussian War and ceded Alsace and Lorraine (alsace-lorraine changed owners many times in history, and the sovereignty of Germany and France alternated many times). After the Prussian occupation, teaching French was forbidden and German was taught instead. Patriotic French teachers and students took the last French class, which showed the patriotic feelings of the French people. 19 12 was translated by Hu Shi and first introduced to China. Since then, it has been selected as a middle school Chinese textbook in China for a long time, surpassing the barriers of different periods and ideologies, and becoming one of the most famous and popular French literary masterpieces in China. It can even be used as a synonym for Dodd and a symbol of "patriotism" and integrated into modern China people. Through the last lesson, generations of readers in China have learned the meaning of the sentence "French is the most beautiful, clear and rigorous language in the world" and that "when a nation becomes a slave, just keeping its own language well is like mastering the key to opening a prison."

In history, Germany and France have had sovereignty over alsace-lorraine alternately for many times, so the region has the characteristics of France and Germany in language and culture, and is the meeting place of these two different cultures. [2] Joan of Arc, Gutenberg, Calvin, Goethe, Mozart, Pasteur and other German and French celebrities once lived here. Lorraine belongs to Provinse dialect of French, and Alsace's mother tongue, Alsace, is a kind of German.

In 800 AD, Charlemagne of the Frankish Kingdom was crowned "Emperor of Rome" by Pope Leo III. In 8 14 AD, Charlemagne died, and then his Frankish empire was subdivided by the treaty of verdun, the molson Treaty and the Liebermann Treaty, finally forming the embryonic form of the French Kingdom, the German First Empire and the Italian Kingdom. Lautherie I's Middle Frankish Kingdom included Lorraine in France (the word Lorraine originated from lothaire), Low Countries, Aachen in Germany, Burgundy-Provence and northern Italy. This place was contested by France and Germany and changed hands several times. Until the end of the 9th century, due to the dynasty change of the Western Frankish Kingdom (later renamed the Kingdom of France), the Holy Roman Empire, which replaced the Eastern Frankish Kingdom, stably controlled Lorraine and the Principality of Alsace.

The Thirty Years' War broke out on 16 18. At this time, France has achieved centralization, and the Holy Roman Empire is in a state of disintegration, which has brought great opportunities to France. During this period, the French army ravaged the German area, and 80% of the population of Pfalcz, a candidate country close to France, died. 1648 in the Peace Treaty of Westphalia, the French seized most of Alsace except Strasbourg and part of duchy of lorraine from the Habsburg dynasty. 1681September, Strasbourg was captured by French king Louis XIV, and alsace-lorraine returned to France.

Alsace-lorraine was baptized by the French Revolution, and La Marseillaise was sung for the first time in Lassberg, Hurst. 18 14 years ago, among the 24 French marshals (the highest rank of the French army) who were sealed by Napoleon, two were Alsace and one was Lorraine German, accounting for one eighth of the total. This situation that "the nation is a Germanic nation, but its language, lifestyle and elegant art have been French" has laid the groundwork for future wars.

187 1 year, the Franco-Prussian War ended, the French side was defeated, the second French emperor Charles Louis Napolé on Bonaparte was captured, the Prussian king William I was crowned the German emperor William I in the mirror hall of Versailles Palace in Paris, France, and the Frankfurt Treaty was signed, which stipulated that France ceded most of Alsace and Moselle provinces under Lorraine to Germany. At this point, alsace-lorraine returned to Germany.

Until1918 1 1 October11,the first world war ended. 1965438+On June 28th, 2009, the Allies and the Allies signed a peace treaty in Versailles. The Treaty of Versailles stipulated that Germany should return alsace-lorraine to France and restore the border before the Franco-Prussian War.

1940, 17 In June, France was conquered by Nazi Germany within six weeks due to the fiasco of the French campaign. France concluded a peace treaty with Nazi Germany, which returned alsace-lorraine to Germany until the end of World War II.

1870 In July, France declared war on Prussia first. In September, the battle of Sedang, the French army was defeated, Charles Louis Napolé on Bonaparte was captured, and the Prussian army marched in and occupied more than one third of the land in Alsace and Lorraine, France. At this time, for France, it has become a self-defense war. In the face of the burning, killing and looting of the Prussian army, the French people United against the enemy. This short story is based on the fact that a primary school in occupied Alsace was forced to learn German. By describing the scene of the last French class, it created the images of the pupil Little France and the French teacher Mr. Hamel, and reflected the deep patriotic feelings of the French people. Although this last lesson is very short, it makes us feel the sadness of Alsace people.

The Last Lesson describes a rural primary school in Alsace province, which was ceded to Prussia after the Franco-Prussian War. "Farewell to the Last French Class of the Motherland Language" vividly shows the French people's suffering from foreign rule and their love for the motherland through the self-narration of an innocent primary school student. Although the theme of the work is small, it is carefully cut, properly described and deeply explored. Little Franz's psychological activities are described in a delicate and touching way. As a typical patriotic intellectual, Mr. Hamel, a teacher, has a vivid image.

The last lesson reads as follows:

I went to school very late that morning, and I was afraid that Mr. Hamel would scold me. In addition, he said that he would teach us participles (in French, European and American languages have present participles and past participles, such as do-did-done, buy-buy-buy, where done and buy are past participles), but I didn't even say a word. I don't want to go to school. Let's play in the wild.

It's really warm and sunny!

Thrushcross sings on the edge of the forest; On the grass behind the sawmill, Prussian soldiers are practicing. These scenes are much more interesting than participle usage; But I managed to control myself and hurried to school.

When I passed the city hall, I saw many people standing in front of the bulletin board. In the past two years, all our bad news has come from there: failure, conscription, various orders from headquarters-I have been thinking, "What happened again?"

Vahit, the blacksmith, and his apprentice also crowded there to read the notice. When he saw me running in the square, he shouted to me, "Don't be so fast, son, you can get to school in time anyway!" "

I thought he was joking with me, so I rushed to Mr. Hamel's small yard out of breath.

Usually, when school starts, there is always noise, even in the street. Open the desk, close the desk, everyone is covering their ears and afraid to recite loudly ... and the teacher is banging on the table with a big iron ruler, "Quiet, quiet ..."

I'm going to sneak into my seat in the noise; But that day, everything was quiet, just like Sunday morning. I saw my classmates sitting in their seats through the open window. Mr Hamel paced up and down with the terrible iron ruler under his arm. I had to push open the door and walk through the quiet classroom in front of everyone. It is conceivable that my face was so red and my heart was so flustered!

But there is nothing. When Mr. Hamel saw me, he said very gently, "Sit down quickly, little Frenchman. We are about to start our class without waiting for you."

I sat down as soon as I jumped over the bench. My heart calmed down a little. I didn't notice that our teacher put on his beautiful green dress, ruffled bow tie and embroidered little black silk hat today. He only wears this coat and hat on days when inspectors come to inspect or award prizes. And the whole classroom has an unusually serious atmosphere. What surprises me most is that there are many people sitting in the back seats that have been empty all the time. They are as quiet as us. Among them, the old man, Mrs. Hao, wearing his triangular hat, the former mayor, the former postman and others all look very sad. Hao sou also brought a broken elementary school textbook. He opened the book and spread it on his knee, with his big glasses across it.

I was surprised to see these situations. Mr. Hamel sat in the chair and told us gently and seriously, as he just said to me, "Children, this is the last time I will teach you a lesson." The order from Berlin is that schools in Alsace and Lorraine can only teach German. The new teacher will arrive tomorrow. Today is your last French class. I hope you study hard. "

After listening to these words, I am extremely sad. Ah, those bad guys posted them on the bulletin board of the town hall. That's what happened!

My last French class!

I can hardly write a composition! I'll never learn French again! Is that enough? I didn't study hard before, skipped classes to find the bird's nest, and went skating on the Seine River ... How regretful I am to think of these! I just felt so tired of heavy textbooks, grammar and history, as if they were my old friends and I couldn't bear to part with them. So is Mr. Hamel. He's leaving, and I can't see him again! Thinking of this, I forgot the punishment he gave me and the ruler I got.

Poor man!

He put on that beautiful dress to commemorate this last lesson! Now I understand why the old people in town come to sit in the classroom. This seems to tell me that they also regret not coming to school often. In this way, they seem to thank our teachers for their loyal service in the past 40 years and express their respect for the land that is about to be lost.

I was thinking about it when I heard the teacher calling my name. It's my turn to endorse. God, if I can say that famous and difficult word segmentation in French from beginning to end, loud and clear, without any mistakes, then I am willing to take it out at any cost. But I was confused by the previous words, so I had to stand there swaying, feeling very uncomfortable and even afraid to lift my head. I heard Mr. Hamel say to me:

"I don't blame you, little Frenchman. You must have had enough. Here it is. Everyone thinks like this every day:' forget it, there is still plenty of time, and it is not too late to study tomorrow.' Now look at our results. Alas, putting off studying until tomorrow is Arthas' greatest misfortune. Now those guys have reason to say to us:' What? You call yourself French, and you can't even speak or write your own language! ..... But, poor little Frenchman, it's not your fault alone. We all have a lot to blame ourselves for. "

"Your parents don't care enough about your study. In order to earn more money, they would rather let you leave your books in the field and work in the cotton mill. As for me, don't I have anything to blame? Don't I often ask you to put down your homework and water my flowers? Didn't I give you a day off when I went fishing? ……"

Then, Mr. Hamel talked from one thing to another, and talked about French. He said that French is the most beautiful language in the world-the most understandable and accurate; He said that we must keep it in mind and never forget it. People who die as slaves only need to remember their language firmly, which is like opening the door of a prison with a key. At this point, he opened the book and talked about grammar. It's weird. After listening to the lecture today, I understood everything. What he said seemed easy, easy. I don't think I have ever listened so carefully, and he has never explained it so patiently. The poor man seems eager to teach us everything he knows before he leaves, and put it into our minds at once.

After grammar class, we have calligraphy class. That day, Mr. Hamel sent us a new copybook with beautiful round words: "France", "Alsace", "France" and "Alsace". These copybooks are hung on the irons of our desks, just like many small national flags flying in the classroom. Everyone is so absorbed and the classroom is so quiet! Only the pen rustled on the paper. Sometimes some scarabs fly in, but no one notices, even the youngest child is not distracted. They are absorbed in painting "thick stick" as if it were a French word. Pigeons were cooing on the roof, and I thought, "They won't force these pigeons to sing in German!" "

Every time I look up, I always see Mr. Hamel sitting in a chair, motionless, staring at the things around him, as if to take everything away from this classroom with his eyes. Imagine: for forty years, he has been here, with his small yard outside the window and his students in front of him; The tables and chairs that have been used for many years are worn out; The walnut trees in the yard have grown tall; He planted wisteria himself, and now he has climbed around the window to the roof.

Poor man, why don't you let him break up with all this now? Besides, I heard his sister walking around upstairs packing! They will leave this place forever tomorrow.

But he has enough courage to stick to today's class to the end. After calligraphy class, he taught another history class. Then I teach beginners to spell their syllables ba, be, bi, bo, bu (pronunciation /ba/, /b? /,/bi/, /bo/, /by/). In the back seat of the classroom, Lao Haosao has put on his glasses, holding his introductory book in his hands and spelling these letters with them. His voice trembled with excitement. Hearing his strange voice, we want to laugh and feel sad. Ah! I will never forget this last lesson!

Suddenly, the church clock struck twelve. The bell of prayer also rang. Outside the window came the bugles of Prussian soldiers-they had finished the exercise. Mr. Hamel stood up and turned pale. I don't think he has ever been so tall.

"My friends," he said, "I-I-"

But he choked and couldn't go on.

He turned to the blackboard, picked up a piece of chalk, and with all his strength, wrote three big words:

"Long live France!" (In French, France is two words, and long live is one word. )

Then he stayed there, leaning his head against the wall, saying nothing but gesturing to us: "School is over-you go."

I hope it can help you solve the problem.