Six volumes of "Chinese" in junior high school for three years are lying quietly in the corner of the book case, and I can't help but turn it over, page by page, line by line. In fact, these three years have been spent with these exquisite types. The immature handwriting and rough outline have inadvertently become a landscape.

Although I have read it many times, I am still willing to look for the mystery between the lines, which is also the unique charm of Chinese.

This article, exquisite or heroic, is so readable. At first glance, I seem to have understood its main idea, but after reading it several times, it is another experience. The profound words of the Chinese nation have now become magical magicians, and some rich meanings make people "attend to one thing and lose another." Reading Chinese is a bit like listening to music. You will never think how the author skillfully combines simple elements and makes the audience feel full of charm.

Behind these meticulous words, we can also see the brand left by different times. In Xiangzi, we can see that the cruelty of that era is not far away; You can smell the blood smoke on Paul; In music, you can see the sadness of money. These times, which I have never experienced before, show me beauty and ugliness without reservation through the sitcom on paper. From this, I understand that "history makes people wise".

Because of the need of further study, I must study Chinese thoroughly. Through these three years, I have long understood that Chinese is not only a scoring tool, but also another window of society and the only way to grow up. Reading Chinese is actually a growing process. The deeper I read, the more growth nutrients I learn. This is why I read Chinese.

"China people", an old friend who looks up but doesn't look down, is more and more like an old wine. The more delicious, the more mellow. I read Chinese and I like it.