Poetry describing China culture

2. Poems describing the language of China.

Poetry about China culture 1. Traditional culture poetry

Traditional culture: ancient poetry

On the tower at the end of this town, the wilderness began, and our desire reached as far as the ocean or the sky.

The hibiscus flowers beside the moat are swaying in the sudden wind, and the oblique rain is beating the vines on the wall.

We can't see anything beyond 300 miles, except vague Woods and mountains, and there are nine rivers winding in our stomachs.

* * * Come to Baiyue tattoo, don't even want a letter, let's keep in touch with home.

-Han Yu's "Climbing Liuzhou Tower and Sending May to Seal Four States"

When spring comes, good rain knows the season. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. The wild path is dark and the river is bright. Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy. -Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night"

Thousands of birds sing green and red, and the water town is full of wine flags. Four hundred and eighty halls in southern dynasties, misty and rainy. -Tang Du Fu's Poems of Jiangnan Spring

During the Qingming Festival, there are many rains, and pedestrians on the road want to die. Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village. -Tang Dumu's Qingming Festival

Big strings hummed like rain, small strings hummed like secrets, and then mixed together, just like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade. -Tang Juyi's Preface to Pipa.

Traditional culture: festivals

1. "Holidays in the Mountains Think of Brothers in Shandong" Being in a foreign land, he misses his family more during festivals.

2. "Qingming" There are many rains during the Qingming period, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls.

3. "January Day" firecrackers are one year old, and the spring breeze enters Tu Su from send warm. Thousands of families especially blink? Xin Yan green a dangerous evil spirit? ?

4. "Yuanxi" Last year, the flower market was brightly lit. At the end of the month, it is about dusk. On the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and lights are still the same as last year. I will never see my old friend last year again, and my tears are soaked through my clothes.

5. The Mid-Autumn Moon is full of cold clouds, and Han Yin silently turns to the tracts. If you don't meet a good night in this life, where will you see the bright moon next year?

2. Poetry about culture

1. Men are dragons, women are phoenixes, and dragons and phoenixes are auspicious. Old ginger, less waves, old ginger is spicy, and the latter waves push the former waves. China's talents have been produced from generation to generation, and the culture has been passed down for thousands of years.

Five thousand years of wind and rain, virtue is passed down from generation to generation. Drinking the water from the Yellow River and standing at the mouth of the Yangtze River, I was deeply moved, and the historical origin of China was spread.

Although there is Mandarin, the dialect is also very developed. How can we forget the Millennium of culture? Just be happy, good, really interesting! Don't forget!

4. The cultural feelings of Chinese sons and daughters are passed down from generation to generation, and you pass them on to me to carry forward the culture.

5. There are many cultures in China. Let me talk about the language, how strong the southern accent is, and all places use their own. Mandarin is the lingua franca, and all people can speak it.

6. Chinese civilization lasted for five thousand years. Modern people are not idle. Confucius and Mencius speak of benevolence and righteousness, while Laozi and Zhuangzi speak of freedom. Mohism is a ranger. Han Fei is a legalist. He has a degree of relaxation and is both civil and military. He is infatuated with his in-depth study.

7. The blue sea is Beibei's home, the vast forest is Jingjing's home, the blazing flame is Huanhuan's home, the green grassland is Yingying's home, and the vast sky is Nini's home. The five Fuwa shouted in unison: China-our home!

8. National culture originates from practice, historical records are constantly displayed, the basic characteristics of the people flow from the source, the economy and society develop in an all-round way, culture casts national vitality, safeguards national peaceful reunification, integrates culture, politics and economy, and enhances strong comprehensive national strength.

9. Taoism is pure, Mohism loves and does not invade, Legalism governs the world, Confucian ethics and morality, Han Fei's military strategist talks about Taoism, the Warring States period is turbulent, a hundred schools of thought contend, and ideas erupt, which is passed down from generation to generation.

3. Urgently seek poems or ancient prose that describe China's profound culture.

Who scattered the smoke and scattered the vertical and horizontal ties; Listen to the string and break three thousand infatuations.

The breeze is moist and the tea smoke is light. Relive the old dream, the old friend has gone.

Fire-stained Maple Forest, song month, Qionghu, the first floor of Long song. Every year, before and after the flowers, a statue of mellow wine. Water falls red-violet, only jade Qing heard it, but the situation is still the same.

Yuzhu once wrote about the phoenix tour, where people go to the building and the water flows in vain.

He smiled and ruined himself in the years.

You can also drink tea quietly and crush this scene, the bustling fireworks.

The world of mortals, flashy life is fleeting.

I'm not me. It's not me in Suzhou that you turned and walked away.

I have repeatedly lamented the joys and sorrows of generations, and the ridiculous fate is not mine.

After the fleeting time, I dreamed of going back to the water and watching the fireworks bloom into a full moon.

Life is like a flash in the pan, just suddenly. However, I have lived a long time, but I can remember what you said.

The fog cleared and I woke up. I finally saw the truth. This is the silence that Qian Fan spent.

This paper is a bit old and fuzzy. But every sketch, every trace, seems to record the yearning that spans thousands of years.

At both ends of life, we stood on each other's shore.

The fate of gathering and parting is like water, just for a word, waiting for the next encounter.

Holding the old, imprisoning time and space, the moment is the end of time.

People can never see the lens, but I mean a cloud of smoke, a thousand years in the world, such as my moment.

Getting drunk is the leading edge, and the wind and rain are falling. Where are you going?

Unreal and boundless, once met, I will never forget it. What's wrong with leaving a smile when you don't know your host?

The world out of my generation, into the rivers and lakes, someone reminded; Talking and laughing, you can't live a drunken life.

If you win, you lose, and if you are sad, you will grow. If you have wine today, you will be drunk, and tomorrow you will be worried.

Although fully aware of lovesickness, there is no good health; I am infatuated with it to the end and fall in love for life.

Looking at the sun and the moon that day, there was silence. Green mountains and green waters, stretching from generation to generation; Just like in my heart, you never left, never changed.

That's it, mountains and rivers will never see each other again.

People and the sky are empty, why forget each other, why smile and be amazing.

Never look back, why not? Since there is no chance, there is no need to call names. Today, everything is like water. Tomorrow night, you will be a stranger.

Fate meets, no chance to get together, the ends of the earth, I hope to remember each other. Knowing each other is lucky, but being together is not lucky. The sky is vast and the moon is bright, and it lasts forever.

Seeing each other late, falling in love too slowly makes me in a dilemma; Fate has passed far away, and fate has passed away. Can you go ashore later?

It's cold, it's cold, it's old forever, and things have changed; Love to cry, it's hard to give up my heart, and I can't let go if I want to; At dawn, I lit my tears, dried them, and hesitated at the pillow.

The heart is slightly moved, but the feelings are far away; Things are wrong, people are wrong, everything is wrong, and the past cannot be traced.

4. What are the ancient poems about China's traditional culture?

1. Operator.

Poet: Ma Yu Dynasty: Yuan Dynasty Genre: Ci

I said it was for the Mid-Autumn Festival. Don't enjoy the Mid-Autumn Festival. Externally, the Mid-Autumn Festival is not good for people, but internally, it is different. My heart will rest in the Mid-Autumn Festival. Dust has died since the Mid-Autumn Festival. Gold meets the Mid-Autumn Festival, just like the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival.

2. Mid-Autumn Moon

Poet: Xu Youzhen Dynasty: Ming Dynasty Genre: Ci

Mid-autumn moon. Mid-autumn and bright moon. It's too bright. How much do you know about him? Rain or shine. Let alone rain or shine. Enjoy the wonderful time on earth. Good season. May is an ordinary Mid-Autumn Moon every year.

3. Mid-Autumn Festival Cao Li Curling Swallow Series

Poet: Dai Fugu Dynasty: Song School: Nothing

Win the tour with wine curling, and this year will not bear the Mid-Autumn Festival. Therefore, people are willing to take care of crazy people like the Mid-Autumn Festival.

4. Mid-Autumn Moon

Poet: Shao Yong Dynasty: Song School: Nothing

It's cloudy at ten degrees and nine degrees every mid-autumn night. If you want to eat enough, you must wait until midnight and Tianxin. If you don't sleep, you can see the place is not shallow, but if you don't sleep, you can see it deeper. I love ancient poems, but that's a thousand miles away.

5. Mid-Autumn Festival

Poet: Wang Bai Dynasty: Song Style: None

The weather in Mid-Autumn Festival is like Double Ninth Festival. Fortunately, there is cinnamon in front of the court. There are no books at all, so let him suffer.

6. Mid-Autumn Festival

Poet: Chen Zao Age: Song Style: Nothing

Ask the farmer after reading the poem and have a rest then. There is no room in the empty village in this area, and the Mid-Autumn Festival is discussed because of social meat.

7. Mid-Autumn Festival

Poet: Long Fu Dynasty: Song School: Nothing

Silent autumn night, love gives birth to jade boudoir. Jiang Changyan is far away, and the moon is bright and the clouds are low.

8. "Two sit-ins fishing in Sesshū Tōyō two nights before Mid-Autumn Festival"

Poet: Yang Wanli Dynasty: Song Dynasty Style: Nothing

Last Mid-Autumn Festival was full of political illness, and I loved him in the moonlight. I am old and sick this year, and there is no moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival.

9. Mid-Autumn Festival without moon

Poet: Cheng Yi Dynasty: Song School: Nothing

At that time, there was infighting and there was no Mid-Autumn Festival. I want to board thousands of feet and return to Xie E in the light.

10. Mid-Autumn Moon

Poet: Pan Lang Dynasty: Song School: Nothing

Stay in the ancient city in the Mid-Autumn Festival and hide the night completely. The savage looked at it for a long time and turned into melancholy, but the clouds were destroyed and reborn.

5. What are the famous poems about traditional culture?

1, Spring Festival

Wang Anshi's Yuan Ri

Except for the one-year-old in firecrackers,

The east wind sends warmth into Tu Su.

Thousands of families are dying,

Always trade new peaches for old ones.

2. Mid-Autumn Festival

Drink the moon alone.

Lipper

Flowers in the next pot of wine, no friends, drink alone.

Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people.

The moon doesn't know how to drink, but the shadow in front of it is behind.

I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happiness of spring.

The song I sing is bright and wandering, and I dance the shadow before wandering.

Wake up and be happy together, and disperse after drunkenness.

I am willing to stay with them forever and forget the harm of friendship, just like the Milky Way.

The night of August 15th (Du Fu)

The full moon flies in the mirror and returns to the heart to fold the sword.

Turn the tent and travel far, climb the laurel and ascend to heaven.

The waterway is suspected of frost and snow, and the forest is covered with feathers.

At this time, I look forward to the white rabbit, and I want to count the autumnal equinox.

3. Chongyang

On Wang Wei's Mountain Holiday Missing Shandong Brothers

A lonely stranger in a strange land, I was left behind.

on festive occasions more than ever one thinks of one's dear ones far away

My brothers must have crossed some heights by now.

But the disappearance of a dogwood wearer will affect the performance.

4. Qingming

Du Mu's Tomb-Sweeping Day

It rained a lot during my stay in Tomb-Sweeping Day.

Pedestrians on the road want to die.

Ask local people where to buy wine?

The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village.

5. Give clothes at noon (Du Fu)

Official uniforms are also famous.

Dragon Boat Festival is respected.

Pueraria lobata contains soft wind,

The snow is very light.

The sun at the door is seasonal.

(Qing) Li Jingshan

Cherry mulberry and calamus, and buy a pot of realgar wine.

There is yellow paper hanging outside the door, but I suspect that the account owner is afraid of spells.

Dragon Boat Festival

Lao She

The Dragon Boat Festival is full of storms, and the children in the village are still wearing old clothes;

Invited to bring a hat, dare to love the thatched cottage for the mud;

Guests who are related by flesh and blood and have no money to buy wine for sale;

At that time, the fish was three feet, not as delicious as the beans today.

6 Lantern Festival

Watching the lights (Tang) on the fifteenth night

A fragrant banquet was held in Jinli, the early year of Lan Hongyan.

The color is far, and the light is far.

After the fall of China people's suspected star, the building was like a hanging moon.

Don't laugh so much, come and show off the nine branches.

7 Qixi

One of the nineteen ancient poems

Distant Altair, Jiao Jiao Hehan girl.

Touch your hand and make a loom.

There is no chapter all day, and tears are pouring down.

The river is clear and shallow, and there are many differences.

Between water and water, there are no words.

6. Poetry about culture

Try Xiangling's drum instrument.

Qian Qi

It is often heard that the immortals in Xiangshui are good at playing the piano and singing.

Beautiful music makes Feng, the river god, dance and dance, which is unbearable for travelers who travel far away.

Deep and sad melody, even hard stones are moved by sadness; The sonorous, high-pitched musical tone is so penetrating that it has been flying to lofty places.

Cangwu complains, and Angelica dahurica is fragrant.

Running water flows to Pu, and I hate Taiwan crossing Dongting.

The music is quiet, but there is no drums of the water god. The river disappears, revealing several peaks, which are green and charming.

Bodhisattva Manyan Dao Ji

Mourning Zheng Yi as a Xiangjiang Music,

The sound is written in Xiang Bo green.

Thirteen strings of fingers,

I will convey my hatred.

When the banquet is slow,

Yuzhu flies wild goose.

When it touches the internal organs,

Spring mountain eyebrows are low.

Pipa player's song

Bai Juyi

Lute songs

Author: Li Qi

Category: Seven-character Ancient Poems

Our host, who provided rich wine to make the night mellow, invited his Yangzhou guests to play the pipa for us.

Facing the moon with whitewashed walls, black crows are flying, the frost is so sad, and the wind enters the clothes.

But a bronze stove added its light to the flower candles, the pipa played green water, and then the Queen Chu.

Once it started playing, there was no other sound: a spell was cast at the party and the stars became thin.

It's only three hundred miles from here. In Huaishang, official business is waiting for him, so I said goodbye and went back to the road, under the Yinshan Mountain.

In painting

Mo Mei? Wang Mian (yuan)

My home is Xiyan Hutou Tree,

All the flowers are pale and inky.

Don't boast that the color is beautiful,

Just keep it fresh and full of Kun.

If you want to write a painter's pen, pick the end of the mirror first.

I have been shocked by somo, and I gradually feel that my temple is dying.

It is easy to draw with tears, but difficult to write with sadness.

May you forget and show the picture when you see it.

-Xue Yuan, send the photos outside.

Hui Chong Chunjiang Night Scene

Su Shi

There are three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo.

Spring river plumbing duck prophet.

Artemisia selengensis has short buds all over the ground,

It is the time when the puffer fish wants to fuck.

Lin Liang painted the song of the double-horned eagle.

Li Mengyang (Ming)

For more than a hundred years, he painted birds, followed by Lv Ji.

The second son seems unwilling to work, so he sucks a pen and never moves a finger.

Lin Liang only writes birds in ink, but he is half-scanning.

Waterbirds and land birds are wonderful, and all the houses are moving.

The forest river in the empty valley is surging, and two eagles stand out from the crowd on the frost cliff.

The whole bone brushes the feathers, and the wall is born in six autumn.

An eagle's eyes are fixed, but two eyes don't know the autumn hair.

An eagle turned to think about it and gradually felt the wind rustling.

Although the horse is bleak, it is murderous.

Wearing horns, dense claws and iron fists is like tears.

The north wind blows sand, autumn grass and yellow grass, you have an arm to ride!

All the monsters and birds in the grass were killed, and Wan Li was bleeding in the clear sky.

I heard about Song Huizong, and I like this eagle, too.

Later, he lost his son of heaven and starved to death in the five kingdoms city.

As we all know, writing and drawing are the art of little people, and works are like a hollow reputation.

It is also the end of school hunting, and the outside world has an ancient experience.

Today, Wang gave a banquet and delivered a speech at the Royal Cultural Center.

The West Lake in the South China Sea is barren and hunters are poor.

Lv Ji Bai shou Jin fireside, go home at dusk without drinking.

Never wise or expensive, how dare you be smart?

Good, good, I don't want to withdraw money directly,

There is no way to make future generations good at painting and painting.

Other aspects, tea art, chess and so on.

Chess sound

Author: Huang Geng

Where does Xian Weng like to talk with his hands? I smell peeling and pecking among bamboo forests.

A jade spoon knocked the clouds to pieces, and several afternoon windows were dreams.

Wait, you have to know that your heart is far away and your ears can't put it down.

Rotten people go to clean up the mess. Silence admits the coldness of the pavilion stone.

Yoshioka fried tea

Time: Northern Song Dynasty

Author: Su Shi

Works: Yoshioka fried tea

Running water must be boiled with live fire, which is clear from the fishing stone. [ 1]

The big ladle keeps the moon and the spring urn, and the small ladle divides the river and the night bottle.

Snow milk has been turned over and fried, and the wind suddenly makes a diarrhea sound. [2]

It is not easy to ban three bowls when heartbroken, but it is longer to sit and listen to the lonely city. [3]

Poetry about Chinese 1. Poetry about Chinese characters and language.

Cao Bai

The young master's name is Huai Su, and the cursive script is amazing.

Mo Chi flew out of the North Grilled Fish and killed all Zhongshan rabbits with the pen tip.

It is cold in August and September, and the poems of drinkers are full of people.

Ma Ma silk row box, Xuanzhou inkstone color light.

My teacher was drunk, so he leaned on the rope bed and swept thousands of sheets in a short while.

Wind and rain shake the rustling, falling flowers and snow.

Stand up, don't stop by the wall. A row of numbers is as big as a bucket.

Wandering is like smelling ghosts and gods, always seeing dragons and snakes go far away.

The left plate and the right plate are like surprises, and they seem to attack Chu Han.

Every family in seven counties in Hunan has a barrier book.

Wang, named after several waves in ancient times.

Zhang Dian died of old age, and I never forget what happened before.

Since ancient times, everything has been expensive, so why do you want to dance in Gong Sundaniang?

Shigu Han Ge Yu

I often take this picture off the stone drum and advise me to try to make a stone drum song.

Du Fu is gone. Li Bai is dead. What can my poor talent do for Shigu? .

When the power of the Zhou Dynasty was weak and people's grievances in China were boiling, Emperor Xuandi was furious and waved his sacred spear.

And open his big audience, accept all the tributes, and kings and lords come before him with sonorous weapons.

They hunted in Qiyang, proving their marksmanship, and the fallen birds and animals were scattered for 3 thousand miles.

This discovery was recorded and told the new generation that these drums were cut from protruding cliffs and made of stone.

Poets and craftsmen, all the first steps, creation and chisel-set in the mountains.

It's raining, moxibustion, wildfire burning, ghosts guarding you. oh

Where will he find the trace on this paper? Loyal to the original, without changing a hair.

The meaning is deep, the phrase is obscure and difficult to read, and the style of the characters is neither square nor tadpole-shaped.

Time has not conquered the beauty of these letters, and the sword is sharp.

Like a phoenix dance, like an angel hovering down, like a jade coral tree with staggered branches.

Golden rope and iron rope lock Niuzhuang, like a fragrant tripod thrown into the sea, like a dragon sky.

Historians forgot to collect these ancient poems in order to make the music songs of the two books more colorful and compelling.

Confucius traveled in the west, but not to Qin. He chose our planet and stars, but missed the sun and the moon.

Alas, it's too late to live in the past. I can't help crying when I think of these beautiful things.

I remember that when I was awarded the highest degree, it was the first year of Yuanhe.

A friend of mine, who was in the western camp at that time, offered to help me remove these ancient relics.

I took a shower, changed my clothes, and then made a request to the headmaster, stressing to him the rarity of these most precious things.

They can be wrapped in blankets and packed in boxes. Ten barrels can only hold a few camels.

Like a high incense burner, add luster to the palace, otherwise their brilliance and value will increase by a hundredfold.

If the monarch shows them to universities, students can study them and decipher them without doubt.

Many people, attracted to the cultural capital, will soon gather from all corners of the empire.

We can wash the moss, pick out the dirt, restore the original surface and put them in a suitable and safe place forever.

Covered by a huge building with a wide eaves, where they won't suffer as before.

But government officials are used to it. Please be grateful to me.

So the shepherd boy beat the drums to make a fire, and the cows polished their horns on it, and no one dealt with them devoutly.

Still aging and rotting, they may be erased soon. For six years, I have been sighing for them and singing to the west.

The familiar handwriting of Wang Xizhi, although beautiful, can have several pages, only for a few white geese.

But now, eight generations after the week, all the wars are over, why doesn't anyone care about these drums?

The empire is peaceful, the government is free, poets are respected again, Confucianism and men.

Anneng is still on the list, and it really needs an eloquent flow, just like a cataract.

But, alas, my voice, in my song of stone drums, turned into a pleading voice choked by my own tears.

2. What are the poems about "language"

Poems about "language" are:

First, good words are warm in three winters and cold in June.

Source: Ming Dynasty "Augmented Sages"

Interpretation: describe a word that is well said, not only others get help, but also they are very happy. Especially when people are sad, a kind word will turn a worried heart into joy. Suitable for argumentation in argumentative writing, such as demonstrating dialogue skills. It is also suitable for expressing your feelings in the narrative.

Second, how many things happened in the past, the past is empty. Full of confidence, everyone is silent.

Source: Yuan Dynasty Author: anonymous Malingdao

Interpretation: full of worries, all in silence.

Third, something happened, but the gentleman said a word and the villain didn't listen.

Source: Ming Dynasty "Augmented Sages"

Fourth, her first guitar note made me sigh. Now, after listening to her story, I feel even sadder. We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? .

Source: Tang Dynasty Author: Bai Juyi's Pipa Trip

Interpretation: Listening to the weeping of pipa, I have already shook my head and sighed; It makes me sad to hear her talk again. We are all sad people who have fallen to the end of the world; When we meet today, why should we ask if you have met before?

Verb (abbreviation for verb) ... She was moved by my words, stood there for a while, and then sat down to play her strings-they sounded even sadder.

Source: Tang Dynasty Author: Bai Juyi's Pipa Trip

Interpretation: moved by my words, she stood for a long time; Turn around and sit down, then tighten the strings and dial the urgent tone.

Baidu Encyclopedia-"Augmenting the Literatures"

Baidu Encyclopedia-Pipa Travel

Reference source: Baidu Encyclopedia-"Full of confidence, nothing to say"

3. Poetry describing language

Lingnan heavy snow

Year: Song Author: District

Wan Li sand, frozen corals in the sea, flowers.

Although there is a spring order in Luoyang, who asked Yuan An's Chu Shi family?

Lingnan in spring

Year: Song Author:

The window decoration is like a cloud, and the punch line is only heard by the spring birds.

Sleeping on the futon, sitting still, smoking tea on the stove.

Keju Lingnan

Year: Song Author:

It's windy in Bai Bo, so how do you feel when you go home?

The flowers bloom early in the burning country, and the boat carries the spring rain.

Fear of snakes burning gallnuts prevented the decline of species.

Businesswomen at the mouth of the cave sometimes sing nocturnes.

In Gengwu, there is no snow in wax, which is common in Lingnan, but bitter cold is rare.

Year: Song Author: Zheng

The eaves wind and bamboo repair, and the night jade is abrupt.

Xiao Wang's hill is loose, lonely, thin and frozen.

I'd be happy to send a pavilion. I'm definitely going to see the flying snow.

Stay out of it, your feet are as hard as iron.

Castle peak is not old at all, and dusk rain is desolate.

If it is not the earth's atmosphere, it will be wet and turbid.

Cut the clouds underwater and rest only in the void.

It's cold in the wax this year, and every bite is cold.

This is the sound of the first snow, washing the heat of Lingnan.

Don't be surprised, there is no difference in essence.

There will be smoke and knots in the forest.

The grass is moist as crisp and looks scorched.

4. Poetry that describes language

China is a mellow wine with endless aftertaste.

Chinese is a cool and delicious spring, which makes people sweet and thirst-quenching;

Chinese is fragrant coffee, which makes people warm and romantic;

Chinese is fresh and delicious juice, which nourishes the heart and lungs;

Chinese is a fragrant green tea, which makes people feel refreshed;

Chinese is a leisurely white cloud, which makes people think deeply;

Chinese is a big river, and the waves splash, which makes people feel surging.

Chinese is a mysterious and beautiful garden, which makes people linger?

Chinese is a fragrant green tea, which makes people feel refreshed;

China is a mellow wine with endless aftertaste.

Chinese is a cool and delicious spring, which makes people sweet and thirst-quenching;

Chinese is fragrant coffee, which makes people warm and romantic;

Chinese is fresh and delicious juice, which nourishes the heart and lungs;

Chinese is a fragrant green tea, which makes people feel refreshed;

Chinese is a leisurely white cloud, which makes people think deeply;

Chinese is a big river, and the waves splash, which makes people feel surging.

Chinese is a mysterious and beautiful garden, which makes people linger.

Chinese is fragrant green tea, which is refreshing.