[This is our little jade pot, picture]
This is the British Museum, a small place, but packed with artifacts. They only have cold numbers, but the truth is, they should have their own names and should be displayed in our display cases.
They really don't value their artifacts! Our artifacts are all displayed in their own display cabinets, but they have to squeeze into a tiny cabinet!
[How can I cherish something I stole?]
[The long journey home of Chinese cultural relics...]
I hope the cultural relics can return home soon, and I also hope our rebellious little brother can return home soon, as China is one.
[The small jade pot is a thin-bodied Chinese jade pot with a twig pattern, made by Yu Ting in 2011 using modern craftsmanship. It was sold to the British Museum in 2011, but a ceremony was held, with Yu Ting personally placing it in the display case.]
There are many details in the short film. 1. Xiao Yuhu's grammatical errors when she apologized, so she doesn't speak English very well.
2. The male protagonist's eyes lit up when he complained about Xiao Yuhu in Chinese, because he was very surprised to hear his mother tongue.
3. In Xiaoyuhu's cognition, China is her home, so when she hears Chinese, she naturally thinks that the male protagonist is her family.
4. The male protagonist mentioned the jade pot, and Xiao Yuhu earnestly corrected him, "It's a zhan, a Chinese thin-bodied jade pot with twined branches." The most accurate quantifier to describe a pot is zhan, not zhi. He is also very persistent about the name. As long as he remembers the name, he can remember the way home...
In fact, the beginning was fine, and the people and emperors below could understand it, but when the English words came out later, many people frowned in confusion.
Ying Zheng looked disgusted.
What kind of bird language is this? It’s so ugly.
Liu Che was also very disgusted, including the five little guys who were watching Zhou Jia.
"Is this what... English?"
Che Bao asked.
He leaned backwards, as if trying to move away from the screen.
Long Bao's eyes were fixed on the comments on the screen.
Zhou Jia nodded. "Yes, English, which is one of the three main subjects I told you about in the future."
Chebao curled his lips.
It was so ugly that sooner or later he would lead his Han soldiers to completely eliminate this crappy bird language.
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