Poems about China
Appreciate the heart and eyes of painting. Chinese gives us an ear to listen to music, which makes me deeply appreciate the irresistible charm of language and writing. It is a bright moon in the Han Dynasty, and the charm of the first stream makes people stop. I have a soft spot for Chinese, and the quiet and elegant breath always stays between my lips and teeth. Language is fragrant tea, leisurely Zhuang Zhou, the pipa of a jade plate, and the sound of running water. Chinese is a dazzling pre-Qin star. I thank the words for breaking the knot in my heart; Chinese is a wonderful flower.