中国,这个古老而又崭新的国度,我身处其中。如果有人问我,中国是什么样的,我一定会毫不犹豫地回答他:他是老人,亦是婴儿。中国,他有着老者古朴的褐色,风风雨雨,岁月打磨,在无尽的历史长河中,他站立着,将往昔记忆温柔抚摸;中国,他有着老者沉默的智慧,经年走过,年月蹉跎,凝聚五千年的精华,千山万水,脚踏实地。看长城,多少个风雨如 China, an ancient and new country, is in my possession. If someone asks me what China is like, I will certainly answer him without hesitation: he is an elderly man and a baby. China, he has a simple brown old man, ups and downs, years of grinding, in the endless river of history, he stood, gentle memories of past memories; China, he has the wisdom of the old man’s silence, through the years, years and years 蹉 跎, Gather the essence of five thousand years, thousands of miles, down to earth. Look at the Great Wall, how many stormy