In the dead of night, a little light was flashing in a small room, and I saw an old man with gray hair sitting in front of the light with a needle and thread in her hand. She was making clothes for her children who were going out to study by candlelight. There are some flowers in her eyes, but she sewed them carefully. The hand with abrupt tendons and veins is holding the needle in one hand and sewing hard with thread in the other. How serious she is sewing. Before leaving, I have to sew it carefully and closely, for fear that the clothes will not be strong enough, and the clothes will be torn when my children are away for a long time. Although my mother's sewing is not as good as silk, brocade and brocade, it is just coarse clothes, but it is made by my old mother with a stitch and a thread, and every stitch angle is so meticulous that it shuttles back and forth, and every stitch angle is full of my mother's deep care for the wanderer. I hope my son will come home as soon as possible, pay attention to his health, go out reluctantly and go home safely. Whenever a wanderer misses his mother, he will touch the clothes sewn by his mother. Although the clothes are not as beautiful as those sold in the market, in the eyes of his son, the clothes are sewn by his mother, which has a different taste and is full of her deep friendship for her children.
It should be said that everyone in our life needs the love from his mother. This kind of love is unique, different, selfless and great, and it is the source of strength. Only those who really have this love can appreciate the greatness of maternal love and truly appreciate how happy it is to have a mother's love in life. We are like the grass on the land, and our mother is the warm sunshine that shines on us. How eager we are to grow up and repay the kindness of the sunshine to us. But our love for our mother will always be insignificant, not as good as our mother's love for us, and we can't repay our mother's kindness in raising us. How much our love for our mother is like a drop of water. Mother's love for us is like a sea, and our love is always small. Mother's love for us is always as broad and boundless as the sea. How much our love for our mother is like
small grains of sand, and how much our mother loves us like a desert. Compared with mother's love for us, our love is always small and insignificant.
how great and selfless a mother's love is. It is higher than the sky and deeper than the sea. In my opinion, it is a mother's love! ! ! 2. Write a 5-word composition with a wanderer.
the thread in the hands of a fond-hearted mother, a wanderer. Before departure, a needle was stitched together, afraid of the son came back late clothes damaged. But how much love has the inch-long grass, reported the spring glow ". Meng Jiao, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, experienced many ups and downs, and his mother's smile always haunted him. When he learned about his mother's future, he couldn't hide the smile on his face, couldn't hold back the joy in his heart, shook off the wind and frost accumulated in the upper layer of his clothes, brushed away the dust accumulated in his heart, and took his wife and baby to meet his mother outside Liyang City. The fragrant grass grows luxuriantly, the flowers spray and the nose bursts, the white clouds stretch and curl, and the green fields of Qing Chuan are filled with my son's endless thoughts. Mother and child are dependent on each other, and tears of gratitude are full of eyes. Holding mother and warm hands, looking at her old face, I can't help feeling sad and sighing. I started to write poems and my feelings surged. In Meng Jiao's pen, I melted and cast this poem "Ode to a Wanderer" full of maternal love, which is sincere and in-depth and has been celebrated for thousands of years.
Without the soul-stirring of Khan's historical poems, without the shocking waves that swept the sea, the situation deteriorated. Motherly love is like a spring rain, a clear song that moistens things silently and lasts for a long time. When I think of my mother, my ambition will turn into high morale; When I think of my mother, wasting my time will turn into * * *; When I think of my mother, the wandering wanderer will sprout the desire to go home; When I think of my mother, I find my home when I am helpless.
Motherly love, which is a kind of love and the most selfless love in social form; She is a kind of payment, the most simple payment in social form; She is a kind of attention, the most eternal attention in social form, and this is everything that mother has given us. Motherly love is silent; Maternal love is delicate; Maternal love is enormous; Motherly love is long-lasting.
Some people say that the best thing in the world is money, but I say that maternal love is the greatest in the world, and money is nothing more than that. Can it compare with great selfless maternal love? Love our mother in our lifetime! This is the beginning of beauty! 3. Write a composition on the theme of "Wandering Sons"
"Wandering Sons"
Author: Meng Jiao
the thread in the hands of a fond-hearted mother, makes clothes for the body of her wayward boy.
carefully she sews and thoroughly she mends, dreading the delays that will keep him late from home.
but how much love has the inch-long grass, won the third spring festival.
note:
1. inch of grass: the metaphor is very small.
2. Sanchunhui: Sanchun refers to Meng Chun, Zhongchun and Ji Chun in spring; Hui, sunshine; Describe maternal love as the warm sunshine in spring.
rhyme translation:
The kind mother has a needle and thread in her hand.
To make new clothes for children who travel far away.
Before leaving, she was busy sewing.
She was worried that the child would never come back.
who can say that a little filial piety like grass can
repay the kindness of loving mother like Chunhui?
Comment:
This is an ode to maternal love. The poem eulogizes the great beauty of human nature-maternal love.
in the first two sentences of the poem, people are mother and son, and things are thread and clothes, but they point out the kinship between mother and son. The middle two sentences focus on the actions and attitudes of loving mothers, showing the deep affection of mothers for their sons. Although there are no words and no tears, it is full of pure love, gripping and tearful. The last two sentences are the sublimation of the first four sentences. With the metaphor of popular images, we pin our fervent feelings on the naked child. How can we repay the children like spring maternal love and grass?
The whole poem has no flowery words or clever carvings. In the fresh, smooth, simple and plain language, it is full of rich and mellow poetic flavor, and it has touched the heartstrings of many readers for thousands of years, which has aroused the * * * of thousands of wanderers. 4. What does the wanderer write about
It is about the flesh and blood relationship between mother and son. The wanderer sings Tang Yuefu Meng Jiao the thread in the hands of a fond-hearted mother. Dreading the delays that will keep him late from home but how much love has the inch-long grass, the winner of Sanchunhui. Notes: 1. Wanderer: a person who travels far away. 2. Fear: worry. 3. Inch of grass: the metaphor is very small. 4. Sanchunhui: it refers to the kindness of loving mother. Sanchunhui: the three months of spring. It used to be called Meng Chun in the first month of the lunar calendar, Midspring in February and Ji Chun in March. Hui, sunshine; Describe a mother's love as the warm sunshine in spring. 5. Say 6. Return. Translation: A kind mother holds a needle and thread in her hand. In order to make new clothes for her children who have traveled far away, she is busy sewing them up before leaving, fearing that the children will never return here. Who can say that her son's little filial piety like grass can repay the kindness of her mother like Chunhui? Comment: This is an ode to a mother's love. The poem eulogizes the great beauty of human nature-maternal love. In the first two sentences, the people written are mother and son, and the things written are thread and clothes. However, it points out the kinship between mother and son. In the middle two sentences, the mother's actions and intentions are concentrated, showing her deep devotion to her son. Although there are no words or tears, it is full. The whole poem is full of rich and mellow poetic flavor in fresh and smooth, simple and plain language, which has touched the heartstrings of many readers for thousands of years, causing thousands of wanderers to sing. Meng Jiao was down and out all his life, and it was not until he was fifty years old that he got a humble position as a county commandant in Liyang. Naturally, the poet did not take such a small official to heart, but still cared about it. The county magistrate only gave him half a salary. Under this title, the author made a note: "Ying Mu Li Shang Zuo", which was his work when he lived in Liyang as an official. The poem sang a kind of ordinary and great beauty of human nature-maternal love, which aroused countless readers' * * * and has been popular for thousands of years. 5. Writing the composition of [You Zi Yin]
One night before the exam, he and his mother sat around a small kang table.
Under the dim oil lamp, Meng Jiao is studying hard, while his mother is mending his clothes. Mother is threading a needle in her left hand and a thread in her right hand.
I haven't dressed well for a long time because of my old eyesight. Meng Jiao looked up. "Mom, let me do it!" "No, no, look at your book."
mother said, while continuing to thread the needle. Suddenly, my mother's finger was pricked and blood oozed.
Meng Jiao grabbed the needle and thread from her mother's hand, and while dressing it for her, she said emotionally, "Mom, when I go to Chang 'an this time, I must do a good job in the exam and get the top prize as soon as possible, so as to honor your old man." Mother said happily, "Good boy, mother is waiting for this day!" " Meng Jiao continued to bury herself in reading.
while mending, mother said, "Son, there is no one to take care of you when you go out. You must learn to take care of yourself." Meng Jiao said: "Mom, don't worry, I'm not a three-year-old child."
with that, she turned on the oil lamp a little and pushed it towards her mother. Mother said, "It's cold. Mother sewed you a new cotton-padded coat. Come and try to see if it fits."
Meng Jiao put on his cotton-padded coat and suddenly felt much warmer. Mother said, "well, take it off quickly and let mother nail the button for you, so you can wear it on the road tomorrow."
the night is already deep. Mother said, "Go to sleep quickly, son, and you have to get up early tomorrow!" " Meng Jiao said, "Mom, you should go to bed early, too. You haven't slept for three days and nights to catch the exam for your son."
Mother said, "I don't know when you will come back when you go here. Mother has to prepare other things for you." Meng Jiao's eyes are moist.
In front of his eyes, he saw his mother working in the fields during the day and spinning and weaving at night. Mother's white hair is getting more and more, and her body is getting thinner.
Looking at his mother's thin figure under the lamp, he rolled over and got out of bed, took up a pen and wrote the heartfelt "Ode to a Wanderer": "the thread in the hands of a fond-hearted mother, makes clothes for the body of her wayward boy, carefully she sews and thoroughly she mends, dreading the delays that will keep him late from home. But how much love has the inch-long grass, reported three Chunhui. "
Since then, this well-known poem has been passed down to the present. 6. The beginning of the composition about the wanderer's songs
"but how much love has the inch-long grass, I got three spring rays." This well-known poem comes from Meng Jiao's "Ode to a Wanderer" in the Tang Dynasty. The whole poem goes like this: "the thread in the hands of a fond-hearted mother, makes clothes for the body of her wayward boy. Before departure, a needle was stitched together, afraid of the son came back late clothes damaged. But how much love has the inch-long grass, reported three Chunhui. " The poem depicts a touching thing between a wanderer and a loving mother: a wanderer is about to travel far away, and this wanderer's mother is making clothes for the wanderer with a thin needle and thread in her hand, which makes me see a warm "loving mother's clothes map" and feel a deep maternal affection.
Mother's love for us is like the sunshine in spring feeding the newborn grass, and also like the cold wind in winter training the proud plum blossoms. We are the newborn grass, and our mother is the sunshine in spring. We are the proud plum blossom mother and the cold wind in winter. Both kinds of love make it difficult for us to return, and both poems also write boundless maternal love. In my opinion, in this world, the most beautiful language that can praise maternal love and express filial piety is these two short perfect poems.
A mother's love doesn't want to be as fragrant and fragrant as a flower, nor does it shine like a diamond. She is just a simple thing, and she loves you desperately. Since my birth, I have grown up under the careful care of my mother. When I caught a cold, did my mother rush to the hospital behind my back? When did I catch a cold? ㄅ? Mo? What can I do for you? Abandoned? Chaba? Where's Hongting going?
Although a loving mother is so affectionate that it is hard to repay her, every child must show her "heart of grass" and repay her "three blessings" with her own actions! 7. Meng Jiao's "Ode to a Wandering Son" describes 2 words
in detail to describe a mother's greatest love, that is, sewing clothes for her son. There are many poems about "smashing clothes" in Tang poetry, which mostly describe the typical behavior of women preparing cold clothes for their husbands guarding the border; In order to distinguish it from smashing clothes, Meng Jiao chose the action of sewing clothes when writing about maternal love. "Hand thread" and "clothes on the body" connect mother and son, and write the love of flesh and blood that mother and son depend on each other; "Close contact" and "delayed return" also depict a loving mother's deep affection and inner contradiction: the mother is looking forward to his early return before the child leaves, but who knows when the child will return? The only hope is to sew the clothes stronger. It is from this life detail full of love and kindness that the poet finally expresses the heartfelt words of the sons and daughters all over the world with a proper metaphor: I want to repay my kindness, but how can my sons and daughters repay their profound and broad maternal love like the spring sunshine? At this point in the poem, the whole article has reached a fusion extreme of mother-child affection. This kind of pure love is so sincere and sincere, and it is so fiery and long-lasting, which can deeply arouse the deep memories and rich true feelings of the children all over the world.
the last two sentences, based on the intuition of the person concerned, sublimate to a higher level of meaning: "but how much love has the inch-long grass, did you get three spring rays?" The poet's rhetorical question is particularly meaningful. These two sentences are the sublimation of the first four sentences, the comparison of popular images, and the passionate affection of the child: how can a child like a grass repay a mother's love as rich as the sunshine in spring? It really means "I want to repay the virtue, and I am very confused about heaven", and my feelings are so sincere and sincere. 8. Essays or articles about Youziyin (meaning to write {write more in ju style })
I have learned many ancient poems since my small class, such as "Singing Goose" and "Village Residence". These ancient poems not only let me appreciate the beauty of poetry, but also let me understand the truth of being a man, among which Meng Jiao's Poem Ode to a Wandering Son impressed me the most.
I still remember the teacher chanting in an emotional voice: "the thread in the hands of a fond-hearted mother, makes clothes for the body of her wayward boy. Before departure, a needle was stitched together, afraid of the son came back late clothes damaged. But how much love has the inch-long grass, reported three Chunhui. " Although I don't know what I said, I just feel sour in my heart. The teacher told slowly: the kind mother sewed clothes for her son who was about to go away with needle and thread. The mother was afraid that her son would stay out for a long time and his clothes would easily wear out, so she sewed them tightly. Who says that the heart of the grass can repay the warmth of the spring sunshine?
Mom, I suddenly feel so sorry for you: every day, you always get up early to help me prepare breakfast and call me to get up, but I am always tired of you and won't let me sleep more; Every day, you always remind me before going out, "Have you got your things?" "Be careful on the road and listen to the teacher!" I always want to escape your nagging early; Every day … flowers and plants thank the rain, because the rain makes them grow; The bird thanks the sky because it makes it fly. I thank you because-mother, your love is as silent as the rain in spring, as long as a song. Mom, such as