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Poetry can not only express feelings, but also enlighten people. I also live in this family full of poems.
When I was a child, I always lost vegetables and rice. My mother didn't think this was the way to do it, so she brainwashed me: As the saying goes, "When weeding is noon, sweat drips down the soil. Who knows that the Chinese food on the plate is hard. " You waste so much, the farmer's uncle works hard to grow vegetables, and no one eats them, so let the land father-in-law taste them first? Since then, I have always remembered that poem: "Who knows that every grain is hard", reminding myself that I can't waste it.
When I was old, my father asked me to learn a trade. I thought calligraphy was ok, so I chose calligraphy. After practicing for half a month, I was a little discouraged to see that I didn't make progress. At this time, my father said to me: "You must' insist on the castle peak and never relax' in order to learn a skill well. Isn't it the same for others to become talents? " I was suddenly enlightened and determined to become a calligrapher.
One night when I was nine years old, I had a high fever. As soon as my mother touched my head and found that my head was very hot, she ran to the hospital behind my back. My mother's love for me can be reflected in speed. She dare not neglect for a second, running all the way. After arriving at the hospital, she gave a long hiss and said, "The hospital finally arrived, which scared me to death." At this time, I thought my mother's love for me was "sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently." When I think of this poem, I think that my mother loves me so much, and I want to love her as my mother loves me.
There are ancient poems everywhere in life, and we can also feel the beauty of life from them.