A passage praising Beijing Opera! ! ! ! ! A lot of rhetorical devices are needed.

Peking Opera is the essence of China culture.

China's traditional drama has a long history and is a classic of China. There are different styles of national operas in different places, each with its own characteristics and pleasing to the eye. Some of its plots are tear-jerking, and some are brilliant and wonderful.

When I was a child, when I saw my parents watching opera, I always felt that they were too old-fashioned to keep up with the trend. I won't go to see that old thing even if I die.

As the saying goes, "If you want to know the taste of pears, you'd better taste them yourself." I don't know until I taste it. A taste is a shock! In today's Chinese class, I was really shocked when I cherished and carefully appreciated China's unique opera. It turns out that our China opera is so artistic! I am really a frog in the well! How can foreigners compare with this treasure left by our ancestors? No wonder, the older generation are so keen on these operas, and they love them so much.

Now I feel what it means to be a China person who doesn't watch opera. Isn't it? These operas are like the history of our country. Only those who know how to appreciate, care and dig can be called real China people. Because they deeply understand a truth, opera is our national treasure, opera is our national quintessence, and opera is our national drama! How can we forget them? In today's society, our vision of teenagers has shifted to pop music, movies and the Internet, and we seem to have forgotten the traditional art of our Chinese nation. In fact, when we carefully appreciate our operas, we will find that they are like wonderful historical stories, which show us the picture of history, take us into the tunnel of history, make us feel deeply.

How can we forget the artistic charm of China traditional opera? We should appreciate the traditional art of our Chinese nation more, let it shine forever and let it be passed down from generation to generation!

Beijing Opera/Fanyi Street

On the street where autumn leaves are falling.

At the gate of the dying theater

I saw your poster on A3 paper.

Scattered in the alleys at dusk

Your purple crown with pearls.

Talking about the prosperity of the Millennium Empire.

You embroider gorgeous robes.

There are also tenderness and power.

But your little finger.

Even aware of the changes in the city.

Silent and sad eyes

As if to penetrate the emotional barrier

Perhaps, the wheel of history

Let China society prosper again.

However, immaterial emotions

When can I go back?

In our hearts