Above the brown mask, a pair of tired eyes looked at me in surprise.
3. Mother said that, immediately sat up again, bent down again, immediately leaned her head on the sewing machine board, and immediately fell into a busy situation.
My mother hid out quietly and listened to my movements where I couldn't see.
She took my hand, looked at it and sighed softly.
6. She stood up and answered so accurately, so naturally, so smoothly, as if she had been prepared.
7. Ning Jiayin ran to the overhead crossbar, stepped on the ground with one foot, swung his arms violently, and flew over the crossbar like a swallow.
8. The messenger of China jumped down from the camel's back, raised his scepter in his right hand and strode forward.
9. I can't go home for dinner because it snows at noon. Just as I was about to do my homework, suddenly a delicious steamed stuffed bun was stuffed into my mouth. I turned around and saw Xiao Ming winking at me playfully.
What are the proverbs describing maternal love in the sentences describing mothers? 1 Gonchard's famous saying: Motherly love never dries up. This shows that maternal love is very great and will always be with us. Lao She said: Losing a loving mother is like putting a flower in a bottle. Although there is still color and fragrance, it has lost its roots. I think this sentence shows that loving mother is as important to a person as roots are to flowers. All the glory and pride in the world come from mothers. (Gorky) Motherly love is a huge flame. (romain rolland) There is one of the most beautiful voices in the world, and that is the mother's call. (Dante) A loving mother's arm is made of love. How can a child not be sweet when sleeping in it? (Hugo) The sweetest word that seven people can say on their lips is mom, and the best call is "mom". (Ji Bolun) Motherly love is the greatest power in the world. When you succeed, everyone is your friend. But only mother-she is a partner in failure. (Zheng Zhenduo) 10 How intense, selfish and fanatical maternal love is that it occupies our whole mind. (Duncan) 1 1 How similar mothers all over the world are! Their hearts are always the same. Every mother has a very pure heart. (Whitman) 12 All the glory and pride in the world come from mothers. (Gorky) 13 One of the most beautiful things in life is maternal love, which is selfless love, and morality is dwarfed by it. (Japan) 14 Mom, where you are, it is the happiest place (UK) 15 Motherly love is the greatest force in the world (Mill) 16 Everything else in the world is fake and empty, and only the mother is real, eternal and immortal. (India) 17 in memory of mother! Dearest lover, you are all my happiness and friendship. (France) 18 how intense, selfish and fanatical maternal love is, it occupies our whole mind (Duncan) 19 In the child's mouth and heart, the mother is God. (Britain) 20 Motherly love is the most beautiful among human emotions, because it is not mixed with the heart of fate (France) 2 1 Women are fragile, but mothers are strong (France) 22 Without the help of selfless maternal love, children's hearts will be a desert. (UK)
What poems are there about mothers? Wandering song-thread in the hands of loving mother Meng Jiao, making clothes for wayward son. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. But how much love there is in that inch-long grass, have you got three rays of spring? lake
1. wind
The wind is beautiful and the fruit is beautiful.
Xiao Feng is beautiful.
The beauty of nature is also beautiful.
The water is beautiful. Water.
no one can match you
The moment of speaking is beautiful.
Your shabby door
Covered poverty is beautiful.
The wind blows all over the grassland.
The bones of a horse are green.
2. spring water
Spring spring
Biological lips
Blue mother
With the flesh
Wildflower piano
Cover the rock
Cover the bones and wine glasses
3. Cloud
mother
When you get old, your hair will droop.
Mom, you go to rest.
A quiet son is lying on the hillside.
Like quiet running water on a hillside.
Flowing through the sky
I sing clouds.
Sister of rain
Beautiful proposal
I know my poems praising couples are useless.
I sing clouds.
I know I will be happy in the end.
All sacred people
Gather in heaven
4. Snow
My mother sat on a low stool in her hometown and thought of me again.
That low stool seems to be my snow top.
Mom's stool
tomorrow morning
The beauty of light scattering at sunrise and sunset.
I want to see you.
Mom, mom
You face the barn.
Pedal dusk
I know you are old.
5. Language and well
Language itself
Like a mother
There is always a saying, walk by the river.
On both sides of the river of experience
On both sides of the river of images
Flowers are like gentle wives.
Listening ears and poetry
Covering the ground
Listen to the water of suffering
Water falls from a distance.
river
Mom often sits at the window recently.
How many times do you have to clean the glass a day?
The begonia outside is green and cherry red.
All her children are gone.
When she said she was pregnant with me,
How many times a day should I flatten my bulging clothes?
The knitted little clothes are neatly folded.
Thought I was coming.
She can't see me. Do you think I curled up and slept well?
The cluster of trees in front of the window is now
Weave her thoughts into the shaking leaves
She often paints the glass green.
I think I'll pull over.
May I have a good sleep before I come.
She made so many clothes and washed so many clothes for me.
I still keep the wool ball in my heart, waiting for today.
She always wants to see me, but can't see me.
Think about me and worry about me.
I'm afraid the world is beautiful.
Can you let me dance and cry again?
Tagore
I don't remember my mother.
Just in the middle of the game
Sometimes there seems to be a tune.
Spinning around on my toy
She is shaking my cradle.
Those tunes you hummed.
I don't remember my mother.
But in the early autumn morning,
The smell of acacia flowers is floating in the air.
The smell of morning prayers in the temple
It's like blowing my mother's breath to me.
I don't remember my mother.
It's just that when I look through the bedroom window,
Looking at the blue sky in the distance
in my opinion
My mother cured my eyes.
Filled the whole sky
Shu ting
Your pale fingertips touch my temple.
I can't help acting like a child.
Hold on to your skirt
Ah, mom.
In order to keep your fading figure
Although the morning light has cut the dream into smoke.
I still dare not open my eyes for a long time.
I still cherish that bright red scarf.
Afraid that cleaning will make it
Lose your unique warmth
Ah, mom.
Isn't the running water of the years just as ruthless?
I'm afraid the memory will fade, too.
How dare I open its screen easily?
I cried to you for a thorn.
Now I'm wearing a Jing Guan, and I dare not.
Don't dare to * * *
Ah, mom.
I often look up at your photos sadly.
Even if the call can penetrate the loess
How dare I disturb your sleep?
I dare not show the sacrifice of love like this.
Although I have written many songs.
For flowers, for the sea, for the dawn.
Ah, mom.
My sweet, soft and deep memory.
Not a torrent, not a waterfall.
It's a dry well, and it can't sing under the shade of flowers and trees.
Hello.
This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time. -Huang Jingren's "Don't be an old mother"
And grandma didn't go, and there was no skirt in and out. -Du Fu's Stone Trench
The Queen Mother of the West opened the window on the Yaochi; The voice of bamboo songs is very sad. -Li Shangyin's "Yaochi"
Put mother in the ditch and leave her home in the shade. -Wang Anshi's Tenth Five-Year Plan
The south wind blows the heart, for whom do you vomit? A loving mother leans against the door, but a wanderer cannot walk. -Wang Mian's "Figure 1 of Xuan Mo"
I hope I can help you adopt it.
What are the sentences describing mother? All the glory and pride in the world come from mothers. (Gorky)
Motherly love is a huge flame. (romain rolland)
There is a most beautiful voice in the world, and that is the call of mother (Dante)
Mom, where you are, where is the happiest place (UK).
A loving mother's arm is made of love. How can a child sleep in it without sweetness? (Hugo)
The sweetest word a person's lips can utter is mother, and the most beautiful call is "mother" (Ji Bolun)
Motherly love is the greatest power in the world (Mill)
Everything else in the world is false and empty, and only mother is real, eternal and immortal. (India)
How strong, selfish and fanatical is maternal love, occupying the feelings of our whole soul. (Duncan)
In the child's mouth and heart, the mother is God. (UK)
How similar mothers all over the world are! Their hearts are always the same. Every mother has a very pure heart. (Whitman)
Women are fragile, but mothers are strong (France)
Without the help of selfless maternal love, the child's mind will be a desert. (UK)
All the glory and pride in the world come from mothers. (Gorky)
Motherly love is a huge flame. (romain rolland)
There is one of the most beautiful voices in the world, and that is the mother's call. (Dante)
A loving mother's arm is made of love. How can a child sleep in it without sweetness? (Hugo)
The sweetest word a person's lips can utter is mom, and the most beautiful call is "mom". (Ji Bolun)
Motherly love is the greatest power in the world. (Mill)
When you succeed, everyone is a friend. But only mother-she is a partner in failure. (Zheng Zhenduo)
How strong, selfish and fanatical is maternal love, occupying the feelings of our whole soul. (Duncan)
How similar mothers all over the world are! Their hearts are always the same. Every mother has a very pure heart. (Whitman)
All the glory and pride in the world come from mothers. (Gorky)
One of the most beautiful things in life is maternal love, which is selfless love, and morality is dwarfed by it. (Japan)
Mom, where you are, where is the happiest place (UK).
Everything else in the world is false and empty, and only mother is real, eternal and immortal. (India)
Mother in memory! Dearest lover, you are all my happiness and friendship. (France)
How intense, selfish and fanatical maternal love occupies our whole heart (Duncan)
In the child's mouth and heart, the mother is God. (UK)
Maternal love is the most beautiful of human emotions, because it is not mixed with the heart of wealth (France)
Women are fragile, but mothers are strong (France)
Without the help of selfless maternal love, the child's mind will be a desert. (UK)
Drying old clothes-(Qing) Zhou Shouchang
The robe is still there and the collar is still warm.
I can't bear to take it lightly when sewing again, and there are old thread marks of loving mothers on it.
Motherly love is the most sacred emotion in the world.
The thread in the hands of a loving mother makes clothes for her wayward children. "Motherly love is great and selfless. I remember Gorky's mother's infinite love for her son, even in the face of death. I still remember Paul's mother's thoughtfulness and care for her two sons. I still remember the fact that the mother wolf jumped at the gun to protect the little wolf. Then there is the story that my sister, as an ordinary mother, can't bear it because she misses her son who is going to college.
On Sunday, I went to my sister's house to see her. I saw that my sister's eyes were red and asked about the situation, only to know that I wanted my son to have a problem:
On the night of Mid-Autumn Festival, my son, who was in college in other places, called to say that he missed his mother and asked her to see him online. As a result, her mother saw her son, who had been away from home for a month and excitedly told all the beauty of the university campus and her deep thoughts for her mother on the computer. The mother here is still smiling and radiant when she sees her parting son. It stands to reason that my sister should rest assured. The son left his mother and lived a good life, which proved that he had grown up. Let his mother see him, and its purpose is to reassure her. I didn't expect her mother to see her son on the screen, but she couldn't help herself and burst into tears. Fortunately, her son can't see her mother (because there is no video on the computer here). From that day on, there was something wrong with my sister's health:
I can't help crying every day, especially when I enter my son's room and see his belongings, I can't help myself. My heart is like grass and I can't decide what to do. My heart is empty, inexplicable loss and emptiness. Leaving home to go to other people's homes will improve this situation, so my sister tries not to stay at home. Sometimes when she is in a serious mood, she will slowly wander aimlessly, get on the train and come back after two stops. In short, she is restless and restless. My sister feels strange herself. My son was not like this when he first left. Is this a pathological condition? I told her what's wrong with you, obviously because you care about and miss your son too much. When you sent your son to school, you personally solved his enrollment problem. You were very excited when you came back and told us about your son going to college. Now the memory in your heart is gradually forgotten, and new ideas will naturally fill your heart, mainly because you have taken care of him too carefully since childhood and have not been away from you for 20 years. My words evoked deep memories of my sister:
When I was a child, I was as thin as a kitten and had a bad stomach. It tastes terrible. He didn't go to the hospital for two weeks, three weeks earlier. He sent money to the hospital. Because of poor health, I often miss classes and have not laid a good foundation, so I can't be admitted to key high schools. For his future, he saved money to attend a key high school. The child is still very strong. Since he entered high school, he has worked very hard and studied 1 1: 0 every night. Although I am busy and tired during the day, I work every night. Let him eat out at noon, but the child is used to my cooking and has to bring rice. I have to buy an insulated lunch box and get it ready every night. I put it in the lunch box when it was done early the next morning. Even if it is insulated, I am not at ease. Then I will wrap it in a warm pad, wrap it in fresh milk and fruit, and take it with me in case he is hungry after school. Still, I'm very tired. Speaking of which, my sister has been crying.
Sister, you have said so much. In fact, you just care about your son and worry about his various situations outside. But I think children are adults and should have strong self-care ability. He will be more thoughtful and meticulous, and there should be no problem, let alone no problem. Although he is leaving you now for further study, it is for his future survival. For his future, it is your blessing that your child has ambition.
If you are poor, you will inherit the wind. May all the children in the world go well, be safe, healthy and happy, and succeed in their studies. I also hope that parents can rest assured that your children have grown up when they leave home, so that they can have their own blue sky and have no worries.
Appearance: My mother is tall, with regular facial features, oval face and fair complexion. She looks elegant except for a few shallow crow's feet around her eyes. My mother has fair complexion, red cheeks and lovely big eyes. Every time my mother wears white overalls in the hospital, she rushes by like a white breeze. My mother is in her thirties, and the heavy burden of life makes her lose her former style prematurely. Her rough sallow panel and silver hair make people feel that she is much older than her age.
Actions and expressions: I remember it was a winter afternoon, and I came home from school. It's raining hard. I always feel top-heavy when I go upstairs. As soon as I got home, I collapsed on the bed. At night, after a hard day's work, my mother found me lying in bed, touching my hot forehead, looking at my painful expression and watching the heavy rain outside the window. Without saying anything, she put on her raincoat and walked to the hospital behind my back. Along the way, the wind roared even harder, and it rained even harder. The wind and rain beat us mercilessly. When I got to the hospital, my mother gave me a number, and the doctor gave me an injection. I fell asleep in a daze. When I woke up, I found my mother sitting by the bed. When I woke up, my mother finally smiled. I looked at my mother's wet clothes and hair and nodded, too excited to speak.
What are the classic sentences about harvesting soybeans? I piled the soybeans into a hill first, and then put them all in a bag. I'll try it with my hands first and see if I can move the soybeans into my house. I can't move it with all my strength, so I have to let the bag containing soybeans lie down first, then grab the mouth of the bag and move forward bit by bit. I'll take a break after two steps, and I'll take a break after two steps. I am so tired that I am sweating. It took about half an hour to finish it all. I found that at this time, the soybean stems were thick, the leaves were wide and round, and it felt a bit Mao Mao and prickly. Under the leaves is a full pod. Peel off a pod and it is full of beans. Looking at the large tracts of bean fields in front of me, I suddenly felt very happy. Autumn is a good season …
All the mature leaves of soybeans have fallen off, and the full pods are almost bursting. The wind blew in bursts, and pieces of soybeans shook their pods and gave a loud laugh.
Full-grain soybeans rolled down from their palms like pearls, and it was another bumper year.
Boil beans and burn beans, and the beans cry in the pot. Pieces of soybeans shook the pods and gave a burst of laughter.
Autumn is the season when crops are ripe, and it is also the favorite season of farmers' uncles. Sorghum blushed, corn opened its mouth, Huang Chengcheng's corn kernels were like golden beans, Xiaomi smiled and bowed to us, and soybeans were blown from ear to ear. ...
Like a magician, soybeans become full beans, the skin is a little transparent, and one side of the beans is a little cracked.
I can't wait to get up in the morning to see what happened to soybeans. Soybeans have become bigger, twice as big as before, just like drinking a full belly of water, bulging and brightly colored.
I found that the size and color of soybeans have not changed much, but the skin of soybeans has become like wrinkles on the old man's head. It feels rough, and the soybeans have become soft, which will be broken when you pinch them gently.
In the thick autumn, I often climb the peak of my hometown, look at the vast fields between the distant mountains, and often recall the soybeans all over the mountains. Don't look at this small soybean, but it is the proudest golden bean in my hometown.
"Soybeans on the banks of the Yellow River are fragrant." In spring, soybean seeds are sown on the banks of the Yellow River, which quickly germinate and grow bean seedlings. Weeding in summer does not need fertilization, because the Yellow River carries sediment, is rich in nutrition, fertile land, and soybeans are flourishing. In autumn, the pods are full and golden, and when the wind blows, it sounds like a string of wind chimes.
When the wind blows in early autumn, the yellow pods swell quietly. At this time, many crops in the field are ripe, emitting all kinds of delicious smells, sweet or fragrant, mixed together, which is refreshing. When the wind blows over the mature rice and the blooming osmanthus, it will be covered with a layer of golden color, bringing a refreshing breath. The so-called "golden wind sends cool".
The field is full of harvest songs, a gust of wind blows, and soybeans shake up loud copper bells.
All the mature leaves of soybeans have fallen off, and the full pods are almost bursting.
That soybean is as lively and lovely as a naughty child. From a distance, it looks like scattered beads, which makes people happy.
What are the classic sentences describing winter? 1. The winter girl came, and the snow covered the acacia tree with beautiful silver, which was very beautiful.
That winter, it was so cold that people had a nose ache and a headache, and their feet were like two pieces of ice.
3. Winter girl brushed away her clothes shyly, only to see a little snowflake floating in the sky inadvertently.
4. The girl in winter came quietly wearing a white skirt and a piano and stepping on a "snow wheel".
I always feel that I can't breathe at home alone, so I went out with my grandmother.
6. The crystal snowflake falls on my palm and looks very transparent. Slowly, it melted.
7. As soon as the rain stops, the sky is like splashing ink, and the distance is gloomy blue; Outside the window is a bleak and lonely winter scene.
8. Gentle little snowflakes fall down. Gradually, the little snowflake becomes bigger, thicker and denser.
What are the classic sentences describing "Zen autumn"? Suddenly, I saw the golden house and Gesanghua enjoying the fragrance of the sky. Suddenly, I heard the piano singing around the beam and enjoying the time. Looking back suddenly? Flowers, trees, wind, rain? There are geese and sunset ...? So gentle, charming, considerate, all the joys and sorrows? At this moment, it has become a trace of Zen in autumn. In the early morning, a wisp of breeze stepped on the frost dew and passed through the dust from the other side of the mountain, bringing a faint fragrance. A heart-to-heart, freehand brushwork, and a strong autumn. The Zen of life flows in a touch of autumn color, and that touch of poetry passes through the bright moon in Qin Dynasty and the Guanshan Mountain in Han Dynasty, crosses the water side of the Book of Songs, and puts a thin veil on autumn.
It is you who sing softly in the breeze, you write poems on the flying maple leaves, and you sit quietly waiting for the hibiscus to bloom. It is quiet, graceful in the lingering season, standing by the window, silent. In a pool of autumn water, in the faint morning light, I clearly only smell the fragrance and warmth here.
I want to ask: Are you Hongye? If so, it will surely fly into a flag in the wind in the fruitful autumn. And I will also sing your youth and eternal confusion in the air.
Where is the wind? Clouds and shadows on the horizon, unfamiliar with catkin rafts; Pleasant green grass in spring, Feng Dan in autumn; Sails on the high wall, thousands of lines on the ponytail; The flag in the temple is the pole in the heart. Where is the wind? The Zen master told you.
Dead pedestrians come and go, and ghosts from the underworld come and go in a hurry. However, no matter how much they have experienced and where you will go, they welcome the red and send the white, and they can't guess the Zen spirit that makes many heavenly hearts full of flowers, and they can't guess the shame that the lotus flowers in the lake and the birds in the sky are exhausted. There is as much compassion as there is suffering in life, just as there are as many autumn leaves falling as there are primroses. If you know me, you don't have to say anything.
Time is like water, clouds are in the sky. Missing and looking back, as well as cherishing and remembering a certain state of mind, some flowers, some running water, some time, and all kinds of things that exist in other forms.
The fragrance of chrysanthemum in the wind is like the background of autumn, revealing the reason of yellow and the crispness, length and darkness of life. The fierceness and indifference of life are all about knowing yourself and opening your heart to fate, just like climbing high and looking far. The quiet beauty of mountains and rivers is to interpret the ups and downs and suppleness of the world of mortals. I prefer to pick up a piece of red maple and sit in autumn.
Life is full of trees and grass, and after several changes in temperature, people and tea have a Zen connection. Buddha said: "A flower and a world, a grass a day, a leaf and a Buddha, a sand and a blessing, a pure land, a smile and a dust, a clear heart". How many people can really understand?
I wrote "choose a day" on the rice paper with a few thin inks. These three words, simple and implicit, are an empty valley, a clear sky, and an inexhaustible delicacy, such as Feng Ling wearing the moon and the sound of spring echoing through the valley. In the hustle and bustle of the world, spend a quiet day with yourself, cut off the confusion, cut off the hurry, and cut out a thin horse life. Or go to the spring not far from the Tang Dynasty, to the autumn near Song Ci, to the depths of wild flowers, to the hut where the poet lived, to the cool breeze and bright moon, and to the beauty of Qingyuan.
A gust of wind blew off flowers and leaves, just like a flying butterfly, dancing slowly in the world of mortals and singing softly all the way. Although I am dying, it really adds a touch of charming scenery to autumn, which is beautiful and scattered. Imperfect business has carved the prosperity of the years, entered the eyes, entered the painting and entered the fleeting time. A cloud is so carefree that it dances all over the world lightly. Only heaven knows, rain knows, and so does my heart. Exile the happy life to the hearts of strangers, have a dusty heart, a touch of lead, have a Zen and elegant life, and enjoy the fireworks belonging to your own years.
Clouds and waters in late autumn, maple blossoms in one season, some favorites in life, strolling on the ancient steps. When we meet, we can finally get to know each other. Should it be attachment or sigh that falls into our eyes? The wind is fragrant and nourishes the essence of tenderness. Looking back, I can't bear it. My dream was cold yesterday. Going back and forth, I always don't know where I went.
Tea washes the heart, and the heart is like a mirror. As long as a person sees himself clearly, he can distinguish the impermanent world. Crazy love, don't panic. Meditate, and tomorrow will come as promised. Spring flowers are still so beautiful, and autumn moon is still so round.
Buddha said: Bodhi has no trees, and the mirror is not a stage. There is nothing, so there is no dust. People are people, you don't have to be human. The world is the world, so there is no need to be careful. Meditation, meditation, a flower and a world, a leaf and a Buddha, spring blossoms, autumn leaves fall, boundless prajnaparamita is free, and words are silent. Don't chase after it deliberately, everything follows the laws of nature, be happy and relaxed, and live a good day!
Warm a pot of poetry wine, boil it for a while, and calm down and meditate. One day, I am destined to find a beautiful woman, wandering around the world hand in hand, looking for flowers with low eyebrows and whispering shyly; Nanshan Xi revenge, Qin Ge Jiufu, heart to heart without seeking Wen Da, * * * build a flowing water family, spend the spring, summer, autumn and winter together. Have leisure occasionally. ...