Female images in Hu Shi's poems

The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother made clothes for her wayward son's body. She sewed it carefully and repaired it thoroughly, fearing that it would delay him coming home late. But how much love did an inch-long grass, my mother, win three times? "It is said that there is one of the kindest and greatest women in the world. She is our mother. It is said that there is one of the most beautiful and gentle voices in the world, and that is the mother's call to her children. It is said that there is one of the greatest, most selfless and hardworking people in the world. She is still our mother! I don't remember what my mother was like when I was an urchin. When her image entered my mind deeply, she seemed to be no longer young. I counted the wrinkles that climbed relentlessly on my mother's forehead, the silver lines that my mother had been dyed white by years and hidden in her black hair, and the lines on my mother's hands that had become rough due to hard work. I have been speechless-what words in this world can express my feelings at this time! In the morning, when I go to school with my schoolbag on my back, my mother always looks at me affectionately. When I go to the door, she always rushes back to the kitchen to get me a breakfast and advises me to eat more, even if it's just a bite. She always watches me go out, and then tells me at the door, "Be careful on the road! "I can't remember how many such mornings there are, so I spent more than ten years! Maybe this is just a trivial matter in the eyes of many people, but when you think about it, don't these trivial things also contain a mother's affection? I remember a story about a young man who was seriously ill. The doctor told him that he needed to be treated with his mother's heart. Young people can't stand it. Hearing this, the mother resolutely cut open the heart and told him to take it and go to a doctor for treatment. The young man ran to the hospital with his mother's heart in his arms, but fell on the rugged road. The falling heart made a gentle and concerned voice: "Son, are you hurt?" "This is a touching story, amazing mother's greatness. The word "mother" is often the first sentence a person will say, but does mother only give you life? Did she just raise you? Is she just someone you can talk to when you are in pain and share when you are happy? Don't! The mother who resolutely gave up her heart to treat her son has fully explained this point. Please look at the story in real life again: in a big earthquake, the young mother bent her body into an arch, stood against the collapsed roof and put her young son on her chest. When people found the mother and son, the great mother had stopped breathing, and her child was tied in her arched arms and dying. This is mom! She separated the child from the terrible world with her own body. In that case, she still did not forget to give the child a comfortable hug. She traded her life for the child's life, but there was no regret on her face. This is mom! I think, if there is a god in heaven, when the mother learns that her child is safe and sound, she will be relieved and happy with laughter. She will never complain and never regret. This is mom! Let's take a look at the crow's feet that mom gradually climbed up the corner of her eye. It was the vicissitudes of time that took away my mother's youth. Let's hold mother's cocoon-covered hand, which is a pair of hands that mother pulled us to grow up; Looking at the mother's haggard face, it is a testimony to the efforts for the growth of children! There is a person who will always occupy the softest place in your heart, and you are willing to love her with your life; There is a kind of love that allows you to freely ask for and enjoy without asking for anything in return ... this person is called "mom"; This kind of love is called "maternal love"! I've written it anyway. Look or not.