Kneel down and ask for a speech on the theme of sorrow and love

This is a Chinese composition question for the 12-year college entrance examination in Jiangsu.

The shadow is sparse and the water is shallow, and the dark fragrance floats in the dusk of the moon", "the clear water comes out of the hibiscus, and the natural carving" ......There is a kind of melody in the middle - the melody of Chinese.

However, when we had been reciting poems in our native language for more than ten years, we finally received a hard notice from the recruiter that "English proficiency level 4 (6) or above". Isn't it time for us to think about it? Is the addictive square text gradually forgotten by us?

Because I love square words, I worry about her future.

I think her future should not be controlled by cultural businessmen like Guo Jingming. I used to think that Guo's words were fresh and refined, and I used to think that Guo's story was born elegantly, but when I saw the name at the top of the writer's rich list, my heart was entangled. Is this still the young writer who reveres words?

No, his heart has long been burdened by the world. Under the pressure of the printing press again and again, the thick square text has become lifeless and has become a lifeless commodity.

I was overwhelmed by the deep mourning. I think that the greedy warriors can destroy an army at most, while the profit-making literati destroy the dear mother tongue, the faith and roots of a wandering nation!

Fortunately, in such a complex era, there are still so many literati who know how to stick to and love their mother tongue, so that the light of the Chinese language is still brilliant.

I love Liu Liangcheng and his protection of the beauty of his mother tongue and the beauty of square words. In order to maintain his enthusiasm for national culture, he stayed away from the hustle and bustle of the city, took root in the fertile and vast land of the countryside, used the hoe and plow in his hand as a pen, and used acres of fertile land as paper, worked hard and diligently, and harvested a warehouse full of spiritual food. No one dares to ask him whether he is worthy of the attack of God with the hardships of life, because those who know him know that in the fertile soil of the Chinese language, he has lived seriously and paid without deserved, even if the final reward is only three full meals a day.

For the sake of fame and fortune, can you translate the majestic "30,000 miles east of the river into the sea, 5,000 miles on the sky"? Can you appreciate the heroism of "I smile to the sky from the horizontal knife, and go to save the liver and gallbladder two Kunlun"? Ignoring the mother tongue and worshipping foreign languages will only end up being a toddler in Handan.

Hitler once said: To destroy a nation, the first thing to destroy is its language. This is the eternal admonition that this war maniac left to the world. O Chinese people! Please pay more attention to your native language, without your love, her tomorrow is worrying! ‍

Why is your beautiful figure so lonely, looking at each other from afar but can not open your heart, I am not good enough, but I have a kind heart, I have no strong backing, but I will never give up taking care of you and myself, I don't want to see your sad tears, then I will blame myself, I wish you to be happy, with my happiness to exchange for your happiness and health, I hope you show your charming posture in the season of peach blossoms, forget all your troubles, and run happily with me