Hanfu explanatory text

I believe everyone is familiar with composition, especially the widely used expository texts, some of which are chronological and some are spatial order; Some are written from the phenomenon to the essence, and some are written from the main to the secondary; Some are explained in the order of technological process, while others are explained in the order of nature, function and principle of things. What should I pay attention to when writing this composition? The following is the explanatory text of Hanfu collected by me for your reference only. Welcome to reading.

Free-walking flower

I am not a snow lotus on an iceberg. I can't sit on the top of the mountain, and I can't get forever.

I am not a violet before the Buddha, and I have no so-called noble character, so I don't need to be worshipped.

I am me, a free-walking flower, belonging to this world. This freedom is accompanied by clouds and myself.

The new situation is coming. Should the old ones be eliminated? Who said that the only reason was that the new couple laughed, and who heard the old man cry? Then some ancient cultures should be eliminated.

So thousands of people, holding new concept compositions, all kinds of romances and online novels, packed the whole bookstore.

Finally, I found the most empty place. A hundred schools of thought contend, four books and five classics, which I like.

Look, that man is still reading that kind of book.

What kind of books? Do you need to tell me? People who have been imprisoned by the so-called cultural trend can't remember China's totem, and who are qualified to point at me? Who are you to talk about me?

What does it matter? I am who I am, just me. I don't belong to this noise. After the noise, endless loneliness is my home. At least there, I really have my freedom.

I gave myself a name, Yun Xuan. Cloud, ethereal, free, graceful and graceful, beautiful jade, no longer influenced by the secular.

Everyone flocked to those places of interest and listened to the endless talk of the tour guide, leaving only laughter, noise and garbage that could never be cleaned up. I don't belong to the hustle and bustle, so I paced the ancient town of Jiangnan. In that silence, there is my freedom. I belong there, too.

I won't allow outsiders to bother me again.

The walls of the ancient town are mottled day by day. One day, only an old woman was left lying in a rocking chair, enjoying the sunshine. The hair turns into a frost. Who asked how many pairs of children she had? Personal freedom, no one to disturb.

When the calendar is torn off page by page, it shows the third day of the third lunar month. Who can remember what day it is?

Han people, noble Han people, although Japan and South Korea followed suit, can't remember their own history, can't remember the blood of Qu Zi, and for whom Confucius shed tears.

For those whose thoughts are imprisoned by the tide.

Then put on clothes belonging to the Han people on the third day of March (but don't say that Hanfu is an ancient costume or a costume, it is the root of the Han people, the root of the Han people! Walking in the hustle and bustle, I finally found the remaining Confucius Temple and repented in Confucius.

At that time, I pointed to this Hanfu and told the noble Han people that the third day of March, Shangsi Festival, was a holiday for the Han people.

Who can remember?

Those who look at me in amazement don't say that I am out of tune with the world. I am free, I am from China.

Don't call me a freak. I am free, and I belong to a lonely world. I really belong there.

No matter what Shu Tian is, how to follow the trend.

Whether you can understand classical Chinese or not, I just tell you that I'd rather mess with clouds.

Because, I am just a free-walking flower.

I'm not bound by trends, I'm just me.