Meng Jiao's maternal love poems.

Meng Jiao's poems on maternal love are threads in the hands of a loving mother, making clothes for her wayward son's body. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?

A loving mother makes clothes for her long-distance son with a needle and thread in her hand. Before leaving, he sewed a needle tightly for fear that his son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a child's filial piety as weak as grass can repay the kindness of such a loving mother as Chunhui Puze?

From: Wandering Son.

Creative background: Meng Jiao was homeless in his early years and poor all his life. It was not until he was 50 years old that he got the humble position of Liyang county magistrate, ended his long-term wandering life and lived with his mother. The poet's career was frustrated and he experienced the indifference of the world. At this time, he felt the value of his family more and more, so he wrote this heartfelt and touching poem praising his mother.

Appreciation of Ode to a Wanderer

The first two sentences, thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother and making clothes for her wayward son's body, are actually two phrases, not two sentences. In this way, from people to things, loving mothers and wanderers are closely linked with two very common things, thread and clothes, and write the love of flesh and blood. The next two sentences, "She sewed carefully" and "She made up completely" and "Worried about the delay that would make him go home late", are about people's behavior and attitudes, with the emphasis on loving mothers.

Here, the affection between mother and son is deepened through the action and psychological depiction of loving mother rushing out clothes for homeless people. The first four sentences are very simple, without any modification, but the image of loving mother is really touching. The last two sentences are the sublimation of the first four sentences. With the intuition of the parties, they dig out the meaning of layer after layer, but how much love an inch of grass has, and it returns three rays of spring.

Reference to the above content: Baidu Encyclopedia-"Wandering Songs"