英语或许能够描绘“蒹葭苍苍,白露为霜”的自然景观,法语或许能够传递“但愿人长久,千里共婵娟”的美好祝愿,但在我心里,没有哪种语言能够比得上汉语的美丽。我曾经悄悄地和汉语有个约定——相伴一生!记忆里,第一次打开书本,我的世界便有了色彩。缤纷的色彩,精美的文字,宛如一幅幅图画,美得让人流连。也是那时,妈妈握着我的手,一笔一画地写出了第一个汉字。横是横,竖是竖,撇是撇,捺是捺… English may be able to portray the natural landscape of “gray and gray as frost”, and French may be able to convey the best wishes of “longing for a long time to come.” But in my heart, no language can match The beauty of Chinese. I used to quietly have a convention in Chinese - with my life! In my memory, the first time I opened a book, my world was colored. Colorful colors, beautiful text, like a picture, the United States so linger. At that time, my mother took my hand and wrote the first Chinese character one by one. Horizontal is horizontal, vertical is vertical, write-aside, Na is Na ...