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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 didn't take such a small official to heart, and he still only looked at the scenery and sang hymns, but no one asked about his official duties. The county magistrate only gave 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 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 the rich maternal love like 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. Appreciation of Modern Poems about Affection The flowers of friendship will lose their fragrance and wither if they are separated for a long time. The air of long-lost love will both heat up and cool down. Only affection is a jar of wine buried deep underground, a lotus root that has never vowed, and a vigorous affection with silent blessing. There is no magnificent passion, no poetic affection reflected by the clear spring, just like a clear ocean. The dreamlike lake, with her quiet face, tells a touching and affectionate sunshine story. Occasionally, the breeze ripples and glows with phosphorescence. The whole lake rises and falls together, just like the selfless dedication of a family in the same boat. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Family ties are like wine that has been brewing for a long time. The longer it takes, the more delicious it becomes.
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.
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 a jar 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. 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.
5. Poems about affection: 15 ancient poems: 1, threads in the hands of loving mothers, making clothes for the body of wayward boys. 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? (Don Meng Jiao: Wandering Sons)
2. When a person is a stranger in a foreign land, he misses his family more often during the festive season. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me. (Tang: "Shanju Holiday Thinking of Shandong Brothers")
Every winter solstice, I am accompanied by the shadow in front of the knee-hugging lamp. If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers. (Tang Bai Juyi: "Homesickness on a Winter Night in Handan")
4, the child led the clothes and asked: Why don't you come back? * * * Who is fighting for time to win sideburns? (Don "Going Home")
5, Xian Yi, young and old, left home, the local accent has not changed. Where do children come from when they meet strangers? (Tang He Zhang Zhi: Homecoming Book)
6. Leave the mountain to rest, winter will come, and spring will come. The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home. ("Early Tang and Song Wen Zhi: Crossing the Han River")
Under the blue mountain, we wound our way, and my boat and I walked along the green water. Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail. ... the night now gives way to the ocean of the sun, and Jiang Chunren was in the old year. I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang. (Don Wang Wan: "The next berth on the North Fort Mountain")
8. Humayi north wind, crossing the south branch of the Bird's Nest. -"Nineteen Ancient Poems Travel and Travel")
9. Being a parent is the best in the world; Being a child is the greatest filial piety in the world. -("aphorisms")
10, I advise you to drink one more glass of wine and go out of Yangguan for no reason. -(Tang Wang Wei's "Cheng Wei Qu")
1 1, there is such bright light at the foot of my bed. Could there be frost already? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. -(Tang Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night)
12, teenagers leave home and return home, and the local accent does not change. -(Homecoming Book by Tang and Zhang Zhi)
13, my mother is one hundred years old and often reads eighty children. -("Song of Filial Piety")
14, parents are highly respected; Give children a good education. -("epigram couplet")
15, where is your hometown? Forget it unless you're drunk. -(Song Qingzhao's Bodhisattva Man)
16, the mother said that the child was lying dry and the mother was asleep and wet. -("Song of Filial Piety")
17, when the master instrument is hung, the tube is bright, and Wusu stays at the static night platform. -("aphorisms")
18, the moon is bright tonight. I wonder who Qiu Si will fall into. -(Don Wang Jian's "Fifteen nights full moon to send Du Langzhong")
19, elegy can be crying, and angelica can be in the distance. -(Han Yuefu folk song "Elegy")
6. Appreciate the autumn rain, like silver-gray sticky spider silk, weave a soft web and capture the whole autumn world.
The sky is dark, too, like the roof of an old house covered with cobwebs. The pile of gray clouds in the sky is like white powder peeling off the roof.
Under the cover of this old roof, everything looks extremely dull. Old durian, mulberry and grapevine are in the garden.
They all represent the prosperity of the past summer, and now they have become the remains of ancient Roman architecture, shivering in the rustling rain and recalling the glorious past. The color of grass has turned into melancholy yellow, and fresh flowers can no longer be found underground; The delicate daffodils planted outside the dormitory wall hung their heads with tears in their eyes, lamenting their bad luck there. It was only two sunny days and such a moldy rainy day.
Only the sweet-scented osmanthus in the corner, the branches have been decorated with several precious buds as gold, carefully hidden under the green oval leaves, revealing a little hope of new life germination. It's raining quietly, only the thin sound of rain.
The orange-red house, like an old monk in a bright cassock, was baptized by the rain with his head down and his eyes closed. The wet red brick exudes exciting pig blood, which is in sharp contrast with the green laurel leaves under the wall.
Gray toad, jumping in the wet and moldy mud; Under the gloomy net of autumn rain, it is the only thing full of joy and life. The mottled gray-yellow pattern on its back corresponds to the dreary sky in the distance, resulting in a harmonious tone.
It jumped up, jumped from the grass nest into the mud, and measured the dark green spray. Rain, like silver-gray sticky spider silk, weaves a soft web and nets the whole autumn world.
Ding Dong Everyone has a clear spring in his heart, which washes your soul and nourishes your life. Just because of the complexity of daily trivial life, it masks her beautiful voice and blurs her clarity and transparency.
The night is quiet, and nature is silent. At this moment, you can remove the heavy mask, remove the fence of the heart garden and really look at yourself. In the depths of life, you finally hear a leisurely and crisp voice.
This is a poem of truth, goodness and beauty. Like a shower, like a spring breeze, soft and meaningful.
The moon is hidden and the stars are present, and the wind is light. At this time, you can face up to your naked conscience and get out of the secular fan box. At the height of your soul, you finally feel an inevitable rhythm.
This is a true, good and beautiful song! Like the bright moon, like the autumn sun, indifferent and quiet. When traveling against the wind, whenever you look back at the bumps and mud behind you, one after another, one after another, your heart will suddenly surge ... finally you realize that life does not believe in tears, and failure does not mean killing success! There is no eternal luck in the world to make you complacent forever. What are the eternal misfortunes in the world to make you miserable forever? The glory of life is not ordinary, but mediocre! So think more about when the spring breeze is proud, as long as you don't betray the original intention of beauty; When you are embarrassed and frustrated, look forward to it a little more, as long as you don't make up a bitter dream that you don't wake up! Put out jealousy like fire with your heart, wash away vanity like dust with your heart, and life will be infinitely relaxed.
Whispering hearts clearly tell you that people's hearts are not as sinister as you think, and life is not as gloomy and heavy as you render! Stay away from despicable fights, avoid worldly disputes, approach Ding Dong's heart and listen to Ding Dong's heart ... The lightest thing in the world can't knock heavy reinforced concrete buildings. And the tile house, with raindrops on it, jingled and immediately made a pleasant sound.
People who live in huts are also blessed to be close to nature in the rain. When it rains suddenly, the sound is generous and violent, like a hundred horses singing together and Malik rushing.
As the rain slows down, the sound becomes weaker and seeps into your heart gently, like the breeze in your ear in warm spring. These tiles seem to be specially laid for rain. They play dutifully, and the hearts of those who listen to the rain will overflow with endless affection. People like to sit quietly and listen to the rain when their hearts are full of nostalgia and regret.
The old people have the ambition of "lying in the middle of the night listening to the wind and rain and dreaming of the iron horse glacier"; Dying beauty has the bitterness of "raindrops brighten yellow leaves and lights illuminate my bald head"; Acacia lovers have the vision of "the phoenix tree is raining, and it will drop at dusk"; Affectionate poets have the daydream that "the small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers." Rain has become an emissary for people to decorate their feelings and place their wishes.
In my spare time, I was lucky enough to go back to the place where I used to listen to the rain. It happened to be raining lightly that day, and I heard the familiar and unfamiliar sound of rain.
In the mist, there is a strange mood in the rain, and we haven't communicated for a long time. It keeps me away and shows me that it is strange to me, but I can feel the breath of its existence from the deepest part of my consciousness.
There is a sense of carefree waking from a dream and a sense of vicissitudes after confusion. Oh, what I met in the rain was the self separated from time and space, and it was telling me everything before.
I hesitated. I asked myself: Who am I? Still the old me? There is a saying: "Young people listen to singing on the rainy floor, and the red candle is faint." In the prime of life, the boat is listening to the rain, the river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind. "
Different life situations make people feel different when listening to the rain. However, listening to the rain is all about listening to the dialogue of the soul, listening to the flow of true feelings and listening to the flow of years.
In addition to the echo of the years, the sound of rain also brings regrets of the past and melancholy that I want to talk about again. It seems that only in the light rain of this tile house can the soul breathe and life continue.
The rain is still ringing, just like my real heartbeat ... a grateful heart leaves hovering in the air, writing a grateful movement, which is the tree's gratitude to the earth that nourishes it; Baiyun floats in the blue sky, drawing pictures of people, which is Baiyun's gratitude to the blue sky that raised it. Because of gratitude, there will be this colorful society, and because of gratitude, there will be sincere friendship.
Because of gratitude, we know the true meaning of life-from the baby's "wow" falling to feeding him, how much effort and sweat parents have paid and how many days and nights have been woven; From elementary school to junior high school, even to university, how many teachers have worked hard for him, silently dedicated light and heat, burning themselves and illuminating others. Gratitude is from the heart.
As the saying goes, "the grace of dripping water is rewarded by the spring." What's more, parents, relatives and friends pay for you.
7. Love in ancient poetry.
1. Thread in the hands of a kind-hearted 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.
Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring? (Meng Jiao: "Wanderer")
2. Boil beans and burn beans, and the beans will cry in the pot.
We are born from the same root, so why should we speculate with each other? (Cao Zhi: "Seven Steps Poetry")
3. My parents heard that the woman came and went out to help each other;
As soon as Sister A heard that Sister Mei was coming, she had to cut her red makeup.
When I heard my sister coming, I sharpened my knife at pigs and sheep. ("Mulan Ci")
Although a country is divided, the mountains and rivers remain forever, and the spring of trees and grass is back.
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. (Du Fu: Hope in Spring)
5. A vagrant heard the drums that predicted the battle, and a wild goose rang in autumn.
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. (Du Fu: "Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night")
6. Seeing the autumn wind in Luoyang, I want 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. (Zhang Ji: "Qiu Si")
7. A stranger in a foreign land misses his relatives during holidays.
When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me. (Wang Wei: vacationing in the mountains reminds me of my brothers in Shandong)
8. Every winter solstice in Handan, I always have a knee lamp.
If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers. (Bai Juyi: "The Solstice of Winter in Handan" misses home at night)
9. The child took the clothes and asked: Why don't you come back?
* * * Who is fighting for time to win sideburns? (Du Mu: "Going Home")
Nostalgia in Poetry
1. You people from my old country, tell me what happened there! .
When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming? (Wang Wei: "Miscellaneous Poems")
2. I left home when I was young, and my local accent has not changed.
Where do children come from when they meet strangers? (He Zhangzhi: Homecoming Book)
3. Leave the mountain to rest, winter will come, and spring will come.
The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home. (Song Wenzhi, "Crossing the Han River")
Under the blue mountain, my boat and I meandered along the green water.
Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail.
... the night now gives way to the ocean of the sun, and Jiang Chunren was in the old year.
I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang. (Wang Wan: a berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain)
It's only seven days in spring and two years away from home.
The day of returning home is behind the bird's return to the earth, but the idea of returning home has existed before the spring flowers bloom. (Xue Daoheng: "People are homesick every day")
6. The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is it frosty already? .
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. (Li Bai: "Silent Night Thinking")
7. Whose rain flute flies in the dark, and the spring breeze permeates Los Angeles.
In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick. (Li Bai: The Flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night)
8. It has been ten frosts in Bingzhou, and I miss Xianyang day and night.
For no reason, I crossed the mulberry river, but I hope that Bingzhou is my hometown. (Liu Zao: "Journey to the North")
9. A vagrant hears drums that indicate fighting, and a wild goose rings in autumn.
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. (Du Fu: "Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night")