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一盏茶,一抹香,一缕光,一捧古卷细思量。午后的阳光,总是与浓浓的书香紧紧地融合在了一起。因着语文,一种浪漫萦绕心头,便不紧不慢地喜欢上了她——语文。初识语文,她只是一横一竖,一撇一捺;而今的语文,她却成为了心中的一阵风,身边的一个影,耳边的一句呢喃。爱语文,不是因为她的深沉,而是爱她深沉中的浪漫;爱语文,不仅因为她的优美,而且爱她优美中的柔情。
A tea, a touch of incense, a ray of light, a handful of ancient volumes contemplate. Afternoon sunshine, always with thick scent tightly together. Due to the language, a romantic haunting, then unhurried love her - Chinese. First learned the language, she is just a vertical and horizontal, a write a Na; now the language, she became a gust of wind in my mind, a shadow around, ear whisper. Love language, not because of her deep, but love her deep romance; love language, not only because of her beauty, but also love her beautiful tenderness.