I remember a little poem written by Bing Xin in "Stars in Spring Water":
Mom!
The wind and rain in the sky are coming,
The bird hid in his nest;
The storm in my heart is coming,
I can only hide in your arms.
Although this little poem has only thirty words, it deeply understands how broad and boundless maternal love is! Isn't it? When we are upset, miserable and sad, what can we do except jump into our mother's arms and cry?
Mother brought us to this beautiful world and let us enjoy the love of others; Mom is our first teacher, and she worked hard to raise us. Mother is our spiritual pillar, always supporting and encouraging us. When we fall and bleed, the most painful thing is not us, but the mother's heart. When we don't listen, mother starts to beat us, and the most painful thing is mother. As the saying goes, "Beating the child hurts the mother." However, when mom helps us mend clothes and stings our fingers, she will still feel happy, because if her pain can bring us happiness, even if it is pain, it is worth it to her. This reminds me of a poem:
The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance 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? -"Wandering Son"
Mother gave us too much, which we as children can never repay.
My mother is really the greatest person in the world, but how can I express this in a few words? On this earth, everyone has only one mother. We should try our best to do what we can for our mother in a limited time-send our sincere wishes on her birthday and sing "Only a mother is good in the world". As simple as that, her mother will feel satisfied!
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I don't know when I began to yearn for poetry, so I read this "fragmentary thought" with the unique ignorance and madness of teenagers. It was my first contact with the book Spring Water of Stars. I am used to reading the vernacular. I feel a little uncomfortable after reading the poem at once, but I don't have a taste.
When I opened the book, the first introduction attracted me. When it comes to how Bing Xin wrote poetry, from childhood to adulthood, it fully embodies Bing Xin's talent in writing.
Her poems are mainly famous for maternal love, innocence and nature. From "Stars", "Childhood is the truth in dreams, the dream in reality, and the tearful smile when recalling." It is conceivable that Bing Xin's childhood was full of dreams and childish fantasies. "Little brother, ... a child in the depths of the soul." It also explains the indescribable deep friendship between Bing Xin and his brothers and sisters. These are Bing Xin's childlike longing and happiness.
Later, she went abroad to study, which has been going for many years. She described her thoughts with a pen and was eager to go home early. She fantasized about meeting her mother and then going home. She is very happy. But once there is no fantasy, then she will become more lost and disappointed. How can you miss home when you leave your hometown and your beloved mother? "The waves in my hometown! The waves you splashed once pounded my rock bit by bit, and now they pounded my heartstrings bit by bit. " The waves kept beating on the shore, and I was indifferent, but once I left my hometown, every drop of waves touched a string that was about to break, a string that was homesick. Indeed, only mothers are good in the world, maternal love is the greatest and maternal love is the purest.
Bing Xin's short poems gave me thousands of feelings. There is no hypocrisy in her poems. They are true feelings from the heart, which can touch people's hearts and can be seen in Bing Xin's childhood fantasy. Her fantasy is so beautiful, so charming, so childlike. However, her deep maternal love and yearning for her mother are beyond our reach. Motherly love is so sacred that it is beyond the reach of any kind of love in the world. Bing Xin is synonymous with maternal love, and I understand maternal love through Bing Xin.
At this point, my heart is surging, and I can't calm down and express my feelings.
what do you think?