Chinese, like a cup of green tea, will be boring at first, but after you really know Chinese, you will feel endless fun.

Chinese is interesting. It sometimes becomes a cute little boy and often makes me laugh. Sometimes it will become a learned scholar and lead me to soar in the ocean of knowledge.

Chinese has been with me since I was a child, from Goose, which I recited at the beginning of my babbling, to a ventriloquist in Beijing, which I recite now in junior middle school, from the goodness of life at the beginning to the crooning of the night bell from the temple, deeper than its tender bamboo, from Snow White in fairy tales to Zhu Ziqing's prose. There are Chinese people everywhere, or Chinese people have witnessed our growth process. We can't live without the Chinese.

Chinese is sacred, free, unrestrained and true in my heart. When writing a composition, I can give full play to my imagination, regard myself as a character in the story and express my true feelings.

Chinese is a relaxing place for me. I will pick up a book and read it carefully when I make mistakes and when I feel tired of studying. After reading it, I walked into the story and mingled with the characters in the book. My mood changes with the hero's joys and sorrows, and I also cry and laugh with them. At that time, I forgot my troubles, worries, pressures, myself and everything.

When I walked out of the story and returned to reality, my mood was very relaxed and all my troubles vanished.

I love Chinese, because Chinese is irreplaceable in my heart. I love Chinese because Chinese can make me happy!