亲爱的语文:你好!有人说,语文是郁达夫秋风里的故都,语文是朱自清朗月映照下的静谧荷塘;语文在忧国忧民的范仲淹笔下流淌,语文在浔阳江头琵琶女的乐音中回荡……可我要说,语文,你是我生活中一道永不磨灭的风景。因为有你,我的生活变得更加美丽!多少个闲适的午后,我捧着一盏香茗,翻开泛黄的书页,静静地躺在古藤椅上,与你进行意境悠远的约会。因为有你,我开始痴迷于李白的浪漫、杜甫的沉郁、陶潜的悠然、易安的伤感……我飘飞的思绪不经意钻进了你博大的心胸,眼前便出现 Dear Language: Hello! Some people say that language is the ancient capital of Yu Dafu’s autumn wind, and the language is the tranquil lotus pond under the bright moonlight of Zhu Zi. The Chinese language is flowing under Fan Zhongyan, Reverberation in the music ... But I want to say, language, you are an eternal life in my landscape. Because of you, my life has become more beautiful! How many free afternoon, I was holding a cup of tea, open the yellow pages, quietly lying on the wicker chair, and you have a distant dream dating. Because of you, I began to become obsessed with the romantic Li Bai, Du Fu’s gloomy, Tao Qian’s leisurely, easy sadness ... ... I drifting thoughts inadvertently drill into your broad minded, appeared in front of us