681 Quotes About Chinese

Chinese technology, much of it stolen from the United States, was saving his life. How ironic, Michael thought to himself.

SLEEPING ON A NIGHT OF AUTUMN RAINIt's cold this night in autumn's third month,Peacefully within, a lone old man.He lies down late, the lamp already gone out,And beautifully sleeps amid the sound of rain.The ash inside the vessel still warm from the fire,Its fragrance increases the warmth of quilt and covers.When dawn comes, clear and cold, he does not rise,The red frosted leaves cover the steps.

REMEMBERING SOUTH OF THE RIVERSouth of the river is good,Long ago, I knew the landscape well.At sunrise, the river's flowers are red like fire,In spring, the river's water's green as lilies.How could I not remember south of the river?

SEEING OFF A FRIENDGreen hills above the northern wall,White water winding east of the city.On this spot our single act of parting,The lonely tumbleweed journeys ten thousand li.Drifting clouds echo the traveller's thoughts,The setting sun reflects my old friend's feelings.You wave your hand and set off from this place,Your horse whinnies as it leaves.

VISITING THE TAOIST PRIEST DAI TIANSHAN, BUT NOT FINDING HIMA dog's bark amid the water's sound,Peach blossom that's made thicker by the rain.Deep in the trees, I sometimes see a deer,And at the stream I hear no noonday bell.Wild bamboo divides the green mist,A flying spring hangs from the jasper peak.No-one knows the place to which he's gone,Sadly, I lean on two or three pines.

SENT TO DU FU BELOW SHAQUI CITYWhat is it that I've come to now?High before me: Shaqiu city.Beside the city, ancient trees;The sunset joins the autumn sounds.The Lu wine cannot make me drunk,Qi's songs cannot restore my feelings.My thoughts of you are like the Wen's waters,Mightily sent on their southern journey.

SEEING OFF MENF HAORAN FOR GUANLING AT YELLOW CRANE TOWERMy old friend's said goodbye to the west, here at Yellow Crane Tower,In the third month's cloud of willow blossoms, he's going down to Yangzhou.The lonely sail is a distant shadow, on the edge of a blue emptiness,All I see is the Yangtze River flow to the far horizon.

Look at the truth from how it stands, not where it comes from. The truth is still the truth no matter whether it is spoken by an Indian, an American, a Chinese, an European, an African or an Australian!

We never expressed this to each other in Chinese, because it wasn’t something said in Chinese culture; the emotions were too strong, the words too coarse, and besides, it was assumed that parents and children loved each other.