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This is an ode to maternal love. This poem eulogizes the great beauty of human nature-maternal love.
In the first two sentences of the poem, the person written is mother and son, and the thing written is thread and clothes, but it points out the love of flesh and blood between mother and son. The two sentences in the middle focus on the actions and attitudes of loving the mother, showing the mother's deep affection for her son. Although there are no words and no tears, it is full of pure love, which is gripping and tearful. The last two sentences are the sublimation of the first four sentences. Using the metaphor of popular image, we pinned our fervent feelings on this naked child. How can we repay our children like maternal love and grass in spring?
With fresh, smooth, plain and plain language, the whole poem is full of rich and mellow poetry, which has touched the heartstrings of many readers for thousands of years and caused thousands of wanderers to sing.
Meng Jiao was poor all his life, and he didn't get the humble position of Liyang County Commandant until he was fifty years old. Naturally, the poet did not care about such a small official, but still cared about mountains and rivers, while his official duties were neglected, and the county magistrate only paid him half a salary. Under this heading, the author notes that "Mu Ying Li Shang Zuo" is his work when he lived in Liyang. In the poem, an ordinary and great beauty of human nature, maternal love, is sung affectionately and truly, which has aroused the admiration of countless readers and won popularity for thousands of years. Plan to oppose deep maternal love and bathe children all the time. However, for Meng Jiao, a wanderer who has been displaced all the year round, the most unforgettable moment is the painful moment of separation between mother and child. This poem describes the ordinary scene of loving mother sewing clothes at this time, but it shows the poet's deep feelings. The first two sentences, "thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward son's body", are actually two phrases, not two sentences. In this way, from people to things, the two most common things are highlighted, and the love of flesh and blood between mother and son is written. Then write two sentences about people's actions and attitudes, focusing on loving their mothers. At this moment before departure, the old mother's stitches were so thin that she was afraid that her son would not come home for a long time and would sew the clothes more firmly. In fact, the old man's heart is not eager for his son to return safely at an early date! The affection of loving mother is revealed in the most subtle places in daily life. Simple and natural, kind and touching. There are neither words nor tears here, but a feeling of pure love overflows from this common scene, touching the heartstrings of every reader, making people cry and evoking the cordial associations and deep memories of children all over the world.
The last two sentences, based on the intuition of the parties, dig out the deep meaning of the next layer: "But how much affection there is in an inch of grass, I got three spring rays." Who said that? Some versions are Who knows and Who will, but it is best that Who said that according to the poem. The poet's rhetorical question is particularly meaningful. These two sentences are the sublimation of the first four sentences, the contrast of popular images, and the warm affection for children: how can a child like grass repay his maternal love as rich as the sunshine in spring? It really means "I want to repay kindness, I am very confused", and the feelings are so sincere and sincere.
This is an ode to maternal love. The poet, frustrated in his official career, experienced a cold world and a sad life, so he felt the value of family more and more. "Poetry is born from the heart, and sorrow should be the heart" (Su Shi's Reading Meng Jiao's Poems). Although this poem is not carved with algae paintings, it is fresh, smooth and unpretentious, which shows that its poetic flavor is rich and mellow. At the end of the poem, the son expressed his deep affection for his mother in a pun.
This poem was written in Liyang. During the Kangxi period of the Qing Dynasty, two Liyang people sang such a poem: "My father's book is full of baskets, and the car is still lingering" (Shi Qisheng's "Writing My arms"); "How many tears have I shed, how many hands have I dyed, and how many clothes have I sewed" (Peng Gui's "My little brother came to the capital and felt very happy"). It can be seen that the deep impression left by Ode to a Wanderer is enduring.
I expressed my gratitude to my mother.
Style names of Yuefu poems
The word "Yuefu" originally refers to the official government in charge of music. Yuefu was originally an official position in charge of music in ancient times, in charge of music used in banquets and parades, and was also responsible for collecting folk poems and songs. As the name of poetic style, "Yuefu" first refers to the latter, and later it is also used to refer to poems that can be accompanied by music in Wei, Jin and Tang Dynasties and works with the theme of ancient Yuefu imitated by later generations.
2. Ask for a good sentence about affection and thank your mother! The wind and rain came, and the birds hid in the nest; The storm in my heart is coming, so I can only hide in your arms.
The poet used vivid metaphors to convey the feelings of maternal love, and his writing was sincere and touching. This kind of ode to mother's love occupies a considerable proportion in Stars and Spring Water. It can be said that it is the deep praise of maternal love that lays the deep and delicate emotional tone of these two works. Closely connected with the praise of maternal love is the treasure of childlike innocence, childlike interest, childlike innocence and all new things.
Wandering song: thread in the hands of a loving mother, making clothes for her wayward son. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Grass can't repay the kindness of warm sun.
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This is an ode to maternal love. This poem eulogizes the great beauty of human nature-maternal love.
In the first two sentences of the poem, the person written is mother and son, and the thing written is thread and clothes, but it points out the love of flesh and blood between mother and son. The two sentences in the middle focus on the actions and attitudes of loving the mother, showing the mother's deep affection for her son. Although there are no words and no tears, it is full of pure love, which is gripping and tearful. The last two sentences are the sublimation of the first four sentences. Using the metaphor of popular image, we pinned our fervent feelings on this naked child. How can we repay our children like maternal love and grass in spring?
With fresh, smooth, plain and plain language, the whole poem is full of rich and mellow poetry, which has touched the heartstrings of many readers for thousands of years and caused thousands of wanderers to sing.
3. Modern love poems and love appreciation.
The flower of long-lost friendship will lose its fragrance and wither.
The air of long-lost love will both heat up and cool down.
Only affection is an altar of wine buried deep underground, and the more it is hidden, the stronger it becomes.
Never made a promise.
Never vigorous.
The lotus root of affection is tied with silent blessings.
Drifting through eight thousand miles of mountains and rivers
No magnificent passion
There is no clear spring reflecting the poetry of pine.
Family is like a clear lake.
With her quiet face
Tell a touching family story.
The sun occasionally ripples.
The breeze brushed the phosphorescence.
The whole lake is in harmony with ups and downs.
Just like the selfless dedication of family members through thick and thin.
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Feelings are like wine that has been brewed for a long time. The longer it takes, the better it smells. Home is like a warm quilt, which warms you when it is cold. Family is like a big umbrella, which protects you from the wind and rain when it rains. Family is like a lamp, illuminating every dark corner for you, and family is beside you and me.
4. Composition and appreciation of family ties You only need to write something about your parents and your father when you are sad.
Father is a profound poem, which can only be understood by careful taste.
It is rare to have a real long talk with my father, and I always feel that my father is becoming more and more serious and rigid. There has been a deep generation gap between myself and my father, and I feel that I am no longer a good boy in my father's eyes.
I used to be the pride of my parents. In the past, sometimes I helped my parents do a little thing. At this time, parents always have a happy smile on their faces and their hearts are full of happiness.
I don't know when I learned to be silent, to talk back, and to slam the door to show my resistance to my parents. Gradually, I thought I had grown up, and I liked to hide my worries and deliberately keep my distance from my parents. How many times have I seen my father's embarrassed expression, and his eyes showed melancholy helplessness and incomprehension? I am proud of my so-called independence. I am becoming more and more reticent, and my father is becoming more and more serious and rigid. I gradually blame my father for not understanding and caring about myself.
But from that moment on, I finally understood my father's poem.
I remember once having a stomachache. I thought I would get better when I woke up. I didn't expect it to get worse, but it got worse. It was a little uncomfortable, but I survived.
Until the evening, the pain was unbearable. My first thought is my silent father. I thought, "Although he is a little grumpy at ordinary times, he still cares about me." Maybe you think it's really dangerous to be alone, okay I began to regret my rebellious behavior towards my father, but what's the use of regretting now? However, this city is preparing for the inspection of civilized cities. My father is a conscientious civil servant who sleeps every day. Considering his busyness, I changed my mind and thought of my mother instead, but she didn't?
Finally, I dialed my father's phone and he heard the news. It is raining in the sky. I thought my father could not get away. I began to sink into endless meditation. I stared into his eyes when he came into my room. What a pair of eyes His eyes are bloodshot, but he reveals a fatherly light. There seems to be a trace on my father's stern face. My father opened his mouth to say something, remained silent for a long time, and then asked me about my illness. My father used to be a doctor. Under the care of my father, I finally got better, and then my father left in a hurry. The ice between us cracked in an instant. )
Father, only when you understand, will you suddenly realize that the truth is so profound. Father is a poem, a meaningful poem, a broad-minded mountain, a sea full of affection. In fact, both the sun and the moon in the sky love the earth, but their expressions are different. The moon shines on the earth with soft moonlight, while the sun uses light and heat. Father will not use words to express it, but only use actions to convey it. Although sometimes you can't see it, you will find that father, like tea, has a faint fragrance.
Ah, father, you have devoted so much love to me, but I have never found out how much I regret now, but it is hard to make up for it. Let me be your father in the next life and take care of you as you take care of me.
5. Ask for a good sentence about affection and thank your mother! The wind and rain came, and the birds hid in the nest; The storm in my heart is coming, so I can only hide in your arms.
The poet used vivid metaphors to convey the feelings of maternal love, and his writing was sincere and touching. This kind of ode to mother's love occupies a considerable proportion in Stars and Spring Water.
It can be said that it is the deep praise of maternal love that lays the deep and delicate emotional tone of these two works. Closely connected with the praise of maternal love is the treasure of childlike innocence, childlike interest, childlike innocence and all new things.
Wandering song: thread in the hands of a loving mother, making clothes for her wayward son. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.
However, how much love there is in an inch of grass? It is an ode to a mother's love. This poem eulogizes the great beauty of human nature-maternal love.
In the first two sentences of the poem, the person written is mother and son, and the thing written is thread and clothes, but it points out the love of flesh and blood between mother and son. The two sentences in the middle focus on the actions and attitudes of loving the mother, showing the mother's deep affection for her son.
Although there are no words and no tears, it is full of pure love, which is gripping and tearful. The last two sentences are the sublimation of the first four sentences. Using the metaphor of popular image, we pinned our fervent feelings on this naked child. How can we repay our children like maternal love and grass in spring? With fresh, smooth, plain and plain language, the whole poem is full of rich and mellow poetry, which has touched the heartstrings of many readers for thousands of years and caused thousands of wanderers to sing.
6. It is urgent to give a brief introduction to this poet and appreciate this poem in Ten Ancient Poems. However, if there is something wrong with letters in peacetime, what can I expect in wartime? .
6. (Qiu Si of Zhang Ji)
Look at the autumn wind in Luoyang city; Win sideburns and report your safety with your information.
Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?
2. (Seven Steps Poems by Cao Zhi)
Boil beans and burn beans, and the beans cry in the pot.
Originally born from the same root. (Du Fu's Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night)
A vagrant heard drums heralding battle. (Mulan Ci)
When my parents heard that my daughter was coming, they sharpened their knives at pigs and sheep, anxious to blow each other up and wanted a writer to write a book.
As soon as Sister A heard that Sister Mei was coming, she had to cut her red makeup.
I heard my sister coming.
3。
The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold.
I stroke my white hair. It's too thin. (Du Fu's "Spring Hope")
Chang' an fell, the country was broken, and only the mountains and rivers remained; Spring has come, and the sparsely populated Chang' an city is densely forested.
Where the petals flow like tears, tuck your knees and stand in front of the lamp.
I can't tell you how hurried I am. Pedestrians are pouring in, Kaifeng.
7. (Wang Wei's "I miss my Shandong brothers on vacation in the mountains")
Be a lonely stranger in a foreign land.
When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.
8. (Pretending to miss home in Handan on a winter night in Iraq)
Every winter in Hanyou, Guo Xiangfu would go out and bring the hair clasp.
4. In autumn, a wild goose sings, and I miss my family more every festive season. What is life without you for me? Lonely birds sang their sorrows.
5。
The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!
Oh, my brothers, lost and scattered, afraid of the delay that will make him go home late?
10. It's cold and rainy at night, Wu, seeing Fujian off in Chushan. Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith! Breaking up with Xinjian in Furong Inn —— Seven Wonders of Tang Dynasty in Wang Changling
1 1. Cen Can, after meeting a messenger to the capital.
The distance from the east home is very long, and the tears are wet and the sleeves are still flowing.
Meet immediately without pen and paper 1. (Meng Jiao's "Wanderer")
The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son.
She sewed carefully and mended it thoroughly.
If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers.
9. (Du Mu's Return to the Tomb)
The child held hands and asked why it was too late to come back.
* * * Who is fighting for time?
7. Appreciation of modern family love poems: motherly love is traceless.
Why is there always an impulse?
Never naive and naive.
Why do you always have memories?
Never vague and clear.
Why do you always have concerns?
Never forget and give up.
Because in life, we
Have too many wishes.
But I can't give it to my mother.
Cash one by one
Once, when we were born.
Once, when we babbled.
Once, when we were full of wings.
Once, we were far from home.
Once, when our temple was defiled by wind and frost.
At that moment, joy was accompanied by melancholy.
At that moment, loneliness was accompanied by a sigh.
It has been quietly written on my mother's face.
no matter
How many years have passed, Cang Sang?
How biting the wind and rain are.
I am like a kite holding hands.
But it will never fly out.
Mother's blurred vision
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This is a poem with beautiful language and sincere feelings, which shows deep love for mother.
Maternal love is great and seamless, but it is eternal. Poetry uses many rhetorical devices, such as antithesis, parallelism, personification and metaphor. Combined with long and short sentences, it is full of charm and enhances appeal. Poetry first leads to the theme of maternal love with questions. Then I wrote my mother's love for us in the order of personal growth. Finally, the child is compared to a kite, which shows the mother's eternal concern and fetters for the child. Reading is sad without hurting, sincere and simple, and it makes people move.
8. The ancient poem about affection is 1. In the past, I was gone, and the willows were reluctant; I think about it today, it's raining -> 2. Mourning can make you cry, but looking far away can make you return to China-Folk Songs of Han Yuefu > 3. Humayi North Wind, Crossing the South Branch of Bird's Nest-Nineteen Ancient Poems of Han Dynasty > 4. But how much affection does an inch of grass have-Don Meng Jiao > 5. Now, approaching my village and meeting people, I dare not ask a question-Tang Song Wen Zhi > 6. You people from my old country, tell me what happened there! When you passed my window, was the plum blossom Han Mei's flower? -Tang Wang Wei > 7. The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? Looking up, I found it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly remembered home. Where is your hometown? Unless you are drunk, forget it-photo by Song Liqing > 9. I miss my relatives more during the festive season-Tang Wangwei > 10. I don't know who will fall at the moon tonight-Tang Wangjian > 1 1. Everyone is getting unfamiliar with the local accent, but they hate the warbler sound like Laoshan-Downs Kontu > 12. Only the lake is reflected in front of the door, and the spring breeze does not change the old waves-Tang He Zhang Zhi > 13. Teenagers leave home, old people return, and the local accent remains the same. -Tang He Zhang Zhi > 14. He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight is at home! -Tang Du Fu >; 15. Sadness is more than sadness. Parting-Warring States. Chu. Qu Yuan > 16. The day of parting is far away, but the day of clothing is slow-Han. > 17. After the wild goose falls, the flowers bloom before the moon falls-Sui Xue Daoheng > 18. Stay away from hatred like grass in spring. You can go further and live-Li Yu in Southern Tang Dynasty > 19. If you keep cutting, the reason is still chaotic, which means leaving sadness. Especially the general taste is in your heart-Li Yu > 20. It's easier to see when you're away. The water is gone in spring. It's heaven and earth-Li Yu > 2 1. It is almost as difficult for friends to meet each other. As for the stars in the morning and evening-Don Du Fu >; 22. Advise you to drink one more glass of wine. There is no reason to go abroad-Don Wang Wei > 23. Mochow has no bosom friend in the road ahead, and no one in the world knows a gentleman-Tang > 24. Peach Blossom Pond is deeper than thousands of feet, not as good as Wang Lun —— Li Bai > 25. The last time we met in the flowers, in the flowers where we parted, it has been a year since it bloomed today-Don Wei Wu Ying > 26. Long before I met her, time had passed, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind has started, and a hundred flowers are blooming-Don Li Shangyin > 27. Candles have a heart to say goodbye and cry for others until dawn. -Don Mutu > 28 years old. There is no north-south road outside the door, so people should avoid parting sorrow-same as above. 29. A glass of wine, peach and plum, river and lake ten years Yi Deng-Song. Huang tingjian > 30. Alone at the bottom of the river, the moonlight is like water. Where are the people who came to see the moon together? The scenery is vaguely like last year-Tang > 3 1. There should be no hate. When will it grow into a circle? -Shi > 32 years old. I wish people a long life and a thousand miles of beauty-same as above. 33. The vagrants sang Meng Jiao, a thread in the hand of a kind mother, making clothes for her wayward boy's body.
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 does this inch of grass have?
Make three spring scenery. 34. The Hope of Spring Although Du Fu's mountains and rivers change easily, the mountains and rivers last forever, and everything is spring.
Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate. The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold.
Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin. 35. Wang Wei, a stranger in Vacation on the Mountain, misses his brothers in Shandong, and misses his relatives more every holiday.
When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me. 36. The seven-step poem Cao Zhi cooks beans and burns beans, and the beans cry in the kettle.
We are born from the same root, so why should we speculate with each other? 37. On a moonlit night, I remember my brother Du Fu's wanderer listening to drums and autumn geese.
The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright! Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death.
Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop. Qiu Si, a native of Luoyang, saw the autumn wind and wanted to find a writer to write a book.
When the letter is written, I am worried that I have not finished what I want to say; When the messenger started, he opened the envelope and gave it to him.