China， he has the old simple brown， ups and downs， years of grinding， in the endless history， he stood， the memories of the past gently touch China， he has the wisdom of the old mans silence， years passed， years wasted， condensed five thousand years of wisdom， thousands of mountains and rivers， down-to-earth.
Looking at the Silk Road， Huangsha cant stop the impulse of civilization blending. Zhang Qians horse should hiss in the new wind ban Chaos pen records the hardships of the journey. Changan is prosperous and desolate beyond the Great Wall. Wind and sand over the body， only the pace can pacify the heart， only the pace can lead to the distance.
Look at the countryside， work at sunrise and rest at sunset. Ancient people depend on nature， the land under their feet is full of hope， and the moonlight on the roof is the home of the wanderers. Such a night is only suitable for deep sleep.
When the old man turns to China， he has the enthusiasm of a baby. The times are just right and there are many variables. Only by constantly exploring， trying and breaking through can he maintain his vigorous growth.
Nostalgia， in the era of industrial civilization， seems always fragile. When the high-rise buildings rise， the moon is no longer soaked in the moss on the tiles， and the wet land becomes hard cement. We sigh， cant the two be compatible? Certainly. The ancient seasons still exist， people erect one solar term after another， spring outings are like weaving， watching the lane boiling， we still work and harvest in the ancient land， and integrate into the world with our young appearance.
China， an old and brand-new country， I am in it: he wrote a note with Chinese characteristics for the world with 5000 years of wisdom， and he promoted the development of the times with the spirit of innovation and exploration. Old man and baby， this is China I know.
