Chinese is as vast as life. We not only learn Chinese in class, but also learn Chinese in life and get in touch with Chinese. I like Chinese since I was a child. I like to learn English with Pinyin cards. After I went to primary school, I learned a lot of words and began to get in touch with all kinds of books. I savored the square, well-proportioned and beautiful Chinese characters, and suddenly felt that it was the most beautiful pattern in the world. As a result, I began to contact more and more books. In the series, I visited the majestic Great Wall of Wan Li, experienced the hardships of War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression and learned the story of Tong Dizhou's hard struggle ... When I grew up, I began to appreciate the works of Lu Xun, Bing Xin and Zhu Ziqing, which colored my life. The nourishment of the book made me unable to help but pick up a pen and trace my soul with light strokes. Therefore, reading, writing and writing have become a part of my life. I love to pick up a pen and write down my feelings, my ideals ... That piece of white paper is full of vitality at once. Over time, my writing level has improved rapidly, and I still clearly remember the first time I flew high. Excitement, excitement and joy filled my heart.

Su said that Chinese is a tool and foundation for learning, just like building a building requires laying a foundation. Mathematics is the foundation of natural science, and Chinese is the foundation of this foundation. How to understand and solve math problems if Chinese literature is not good? If you are not good at Chinese literature, you will encounter difficulties in your future work.

I love Chinese, because it enriches my life, lets me know more truth and master more instructions. China people, you and I are like close friends, aren't we?

When frustrated, soothe the pain of the soul.

When you are at a loss, guide the right direction.

Language, like a clear spring, slowly enters, whispering the ripples of love and rippling the rhythm of poetry. At this moment, the heart is clear.

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If Chinese is a clear spring, then my love for Chinese is like a bright Yue Hui, illuminating the road of life.

Chinese is everywhere.

"How much is leisure? Yichuan smoke, full of wind, plum yellow rain. " Listen, didn't that China man just slowly blow up the faint sadness in the graceful words of the Northern Song Dynasty? "The white dew is frost, and the so-called Iraqis are on the water side." You see, that's not the language of singing with a lamp. In the moss-covered wall, it pours out the transcendental breath of Chinese culture.

"Remember to embroider the couch and blow the rain when you are free; At the corner of the carving, * * * leans against the sunset. " In the shadow of the paddle boat, it is not words that condense the frost and snow on the wrist. Looking at the residual light, how much tenderness does it add to the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River? "The big strings hum like rain, and the small strings whisper like secrets." Isn't language just relying on heaven to sail and bring infinite charm in the sad face of pipa girls?

Chinese is touching.

In the colorful Shanghai beach, Chinese takes you to visit a bustling and empty world, where there is a poor rickshaw puller, who travels fast in the streets; There is a lonely woman there, telling the extraordinary feelings of that era.

In the tender south of the Yangtze River, Chinese strolls in the misty land, and the foggy West Lake shows us the length of Chinese, and the classic and pure Zhouzhuang howls the vicissitudes of Chinese.

Chinese is very inspirational

"Now, homesickness is a shallow strait. I am here and the mainland is there. " The poet's patriotic feelings are expressed in Chinese.

"In the days when I fled like a fly, what can I do in a world of thousands of families? Only wandering, only running. " I believe Mr. Zhu Ziqing's words. Chinese condenses his thoughts into flashing words and inspires people to forge ahead.

Chinese is a landscape painting, the tranquility between points and outlines; Chinese is a five-character poem, and feelings are between flat and level; Language is a bright moon, which covers the clear spring of the soul.

Floating on the clear spring of poetry and love, I listened to the sweet voice of this language, gurgling, gurgling ...

Chinese, my earliest friend, has been with me for 10 years and is inseparable from me.

According to my mother, I began to learn English when I was ten months old and began to speak sentence by sentence when I was fourteen. When I was two years old, I was fascinated by literacy. Other children will read books with word cards, but I am obsessed with street signs and pester my mother to read all day. They are my word cards. They took me into the door of Chinese and let me appreciate the magic of language.

I didn't know what a "book" was until I was old, so I clamored for my mother to read and tell stories every night. I have listened to Grimm's fairy tales again and again, and I feel that I can never get tired of hearing them. I've heard Andersen's fairy tales several times, and I always feel amazing! At the age of six, I was able to read independently. I accidentally saw the first book, opened the first page, and plunged into the sea of books, which was out of control. I was fascinated by reading, and even forgot to eat and sleep ... A famous Chinese and foreign book and popular science book came into my life. Books laid the foundation of my road to China.

After going to school, I finally came into contact with Chinese. Because I have read too many books, I have never worried about my composition, but my exam results have always worried me. I remember that in the third grade, no matter how hard I tried, my Chinese performance always lingered in the second place in my class. But once, I unexpectedly got a high score of 97, which was much higher than the second place 1. I was in a particularly good mood! Look carefully, the score is wrong, it should be 95, and it is second again! "Tell the teacher or not?" I thought sadly and hesitated. When I got home, I told my mother about it. My mother only said, "This grade is not yours." So, after going to school the next day, I signed up to the teacher. Unexpectedly, the teacher smiled and said, "I gave you this score." After listening to this, I was puzzled: can grades also be given as gifts? Strangely, it was the first prize almost every time after that. Only then did I understand that the teacher used this method to motivate me to make progress. Because of my teacher, I love Chinese more.

Nowadays, regardless of my grades, Chinese is my closest friend. Has been with me since I was a child. It taught me to read and understand how to be a man. It adds some fun to my life and makes my life colorful. ......................................................................................................................................

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