I still remember others' comments on the new moon collection: "hymn to the most holy angel" Yes, the most holy and beautiful angel, of course, refers to the mother. The light of the crescent moon is a collection of thanksgiving hymns.
Please look at the two beams of moonlight below. I believe you can accept such a touch.
"As for you, mom, I must give you the jewels worth seven kingdoms in the jewel box." The author imagines himself as a child. In this story, the child became a businessman. This is what he said to his mother. Let us feel the beauty quietly, and we can realize that those priceless jewels are full of promises of love and gratitude.
In addition, there is such a story. The author imagines that he and his mother are in a strange and dangerous country, and outsiders will be executed. A group of enemy troops came in on a galloping Ma Chong. "I'll protect you, mom!" " "So the child, firmly thrown forward. At this time, everyone exclaimed that he was thin and small, but he said happily, "How happy it is to have his own mother!" "This is a beautiful story, isn't it? At any time, I have my holiest angel by my side, and I am his guardian. Every firm sword charge, every gathering of emotions, every resistance and defense relying on courage, and every firmness and determination are a process of growing up in gratitude.
In fact, these poems should not only give us literary enjoyment and spiritual happiness, but more importantly, awaken the truest and most beautiful feelings buried in our hearts.
This kind of touching is called gratitude. In A Crescent Moon, the mother mentioned by the author may have the shadow of others whom the author needs to be grateful for, and may have more references. And what I get from it, I want to express to the people I want to be grateful for. Although I can't write hymns with the brush strokes of great poets, I am willing to write and express them with my most sincere feelings.
I want to thank all those who love me:
My dearest mother, your face seems to be much older, your body seems to be much weaker and your fatigue seems to have increased a lot. Why do you laugh so happily when God has given you infinite suffering? Why? What you said about giving without reason is a great favor to me. I want, I want to give you more happiness and happiness than jewelry boxes and jewels worth seven kingdoms.
My dearest father, please don't tell me that you are not tired at all. I saw you secretly dozing off on the sofa just now. You can't keep it from me. Don't tell me you're young. In fact, when you were taking a nap, I counted your white hair, but I couldn't even dye a few jars of black ink. Please don't, don't lie to me, you can't lie to me. The world cannot repay my young father, but I can still give my father endless happiness at this moment. Dad, please wait.
My favorite teacher, I should love and hate you. You are rude to criticize, you are rude to reprimand, and you deliberately bully others' homework ... But, fortunately, it doesn't matter. What matters is those warm compliments, those kind smiles, those warm-hearted encouragements, those sincere expectations, those love and blessings that are hidden in the bottom of my heart and are inconvenient to say, or that are said obliquely. I know that your expectation is exactly what I want in the future, which I have always known. Teacher, please watch my performance! Teacher, teacher, I hate you the most, at the same time, I like you the most. ...
Other important people, I also want to thank you, but please forgive me for not giving you enough pen and ink, but please believe my love.
It was supposed to be a hymn, but it turned out to be prose, but I believe you will receive my feelings.
I know how to be grateful, and I know how to grow?
Well, at least I think so.
Mr Tagore, thank you for the new moon. I looked at her, bathed in her glory, and felt that I had grown up gradually and steadily.