Love has no mechanism. Although the female bird is afraid that the boy will eject to her wings, when the chick much bigger than the bullet falls from the nest mouth, it will rush up without hesitation like lightning; When a cow and her calf are attacked by wolves, she will protect her children with her body and blood. ...
In this world, it is often only the mother who bears everything and finally forgets herself. Promise me, please do something for my mother now. Believe me, even a small thing will give her great comfort!
Are you ready to dance your white wings, find your long-lost innocence, throw away fantasy flowers and learn to love and be loved with the refreshing "Star Spring Wood" like "Biluochun", a lovely angel?
2. Poems praising maternal love in "Stars in Spring Water" and poems praising maternal love in "Stars in Spring Water":
"mom! Open your sorrow and let me sink into your arms. Only you are the settlement of my soul. " Mother, an eternal topic, has been known for its greatness and selflessness for thousands of years. In Bing Xin's Spring with Stars, maternal love is the main theme of the work. Every time I read it, my heart always trembles slightly. I remember my father telling me such a touching story. An expert who has made great achievements in academic circles and specializes in mechanics learned that his daughter flew to the front of the building where her daughter stood at the speed of light without shoes when practicing flying on the roof of a five-story building. When her daughter jumped down, she rushed forward without hesitation and caught her daughter. Later, when her classmates warned her lying in the emergency room that it was dangerous to do that, she smiled and said, "I have been doing mechanics for most of my life. How can I not know the danger?" However, in the world of love, there is no mechanics! "
Love has no mechanism. Although the female bird is afraid that the boy will eject to her wings, when the chick much bigger than the bullet falls from the nest mouth, it will rush up without hesitation like lightning; When a cow and her calf are attacked by wolves, she will protect her children with her body and blood. ...
In this world, it is often only the mother who bears everything and finally forgets herself. Promise me, please do something for my mother now. Believe me, even a small thing will give her great comfort!
Are you ready to dance your white wings, find your long-lost innocence, throw away fantasy flowers and learn to love and be loved with the refreshing "Star Spring Wood" like "Biluochun", a lovely angel?
I never want to throw away a piece of paper, but keep it, fold it into a boat and throw it into the sea.
Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind, and some were wet by the waves and stuck to the bow. I am still not discouraged, and I always hope that a person can only flow where I want him to go.
Mom, if you see a white boat in your dream, don't be surprised that he dreams for no reason. This is your beloved daughter with tears in her eyes. Wanshui Qian Shan begged him to take her love and sorrow home.
Mom, mom, the storm in the sky is coming. There are so many birds in its nest that the storm in my heart is coming. I only hide in your arms, mom! Can you read this fragmentary article? These buildings were hidden in your heart before I went.
4. Appreciate the poems about maternal love in poetry. What should be remembered is maternal love and the author's deep love for his mother, which can be reflected in poetry. For example, in the poem: "Mother! /There is a storm coming in the sky,/Birds are hiding in their nests; /The storm in my heart is coming,/I just hide in your arms. " Only pure and natural language can describe such selfless and supreme maternal love. Motherly love is the source of life, the ultimate beauty of life and the harbor of life. I understand that no two things in the world are exactly the same, only maternal love is eternal.
"Thousands of angels,/get up and sing praises to the children; /child! /His small body/contains a great soul. " Such a thorough sentence, it is precisely because Bing Xin put aside her sadness and boredom, and it is precisely because of her optimistic concentration that this poetic landscape was created, which made me understand that children are the source of all joy and hope in the world!
5. Ask the stars for spring water to write a poem about maternal love, and 20 stars ask for spring water (1).
Excerpt:
Residual flowers are attached to the branches;
The bird flew away,
Scattered all over the floor-
Is life also a glimpse?
Comments: Lao Bingxin compares life to a scene where birds fly in a hurry and fall red all over the ground. She doubts that life will come and go as quickly as she sees it in this world. Old Bing Xin may be sighing for someone that her (his) life is so embarrassing. Have pity on her (him)!
The Stars in Spring (2)
Excerpt:
The flower of success,
People only marvel at her present glory!
However, at the beginning, her bud,
Soaked with tears of struggle,
The blood rain of sacrifice is scattered everywhere.
Comments: As the saying goes, "You can't judge a book by its cover". Although the flowers displayed in front of everyone are so exquisite and beautiful, who knows that there are endless efforts behind the beauty, and some people will shrink back in the face of difficulties and then go back to poetry to see the brilliant flowers. Should we learn from their fighting spirit and bumpy past?
The stars in the spring (3)
Excerpt:
Green shoots,
The young man said:
"Development: yourself!"
Pale white flowers,
The young man said:
"Contribute yourself!"
Deep red fruit,
The young man said:
"Sacrifice yourself!"
Comments: From the "confessions" of Yael, Wahl and Guoer to the youth, we can not only see Yael, Wahl and Guoer's expectation and longing for the youth; From the words of Ya Er, Hua Er and Guo Er, we can also see from the side what their usual life is like. Usually it is silent dedication.
The stars of spring (4)
Excerpt:
Sunlight enters the cracks in the stone,
Small thorn fruit said:
"lend me your head,
Liberated your imprisoned self! "
The box came out,
A hard rock,
It split in two.
Comments: In the second sentence, the author (Mr. Bing Xin) takes the tiny thorn fruit as the protagonist, and later the thorn fruit liberates his prisoner with the help of the power of sunshine and his self-confidence; Because with the help of the power of sunshine and the confidence of firm victory, the thorn fruit finally came out, and the solid rock (rock) split in two. In this poem, I wrote a firm belief in thorns and fruits, and I want to say it well.
6. Excerpted from the article "Spring in the Stars", I want to write about the paper boat of maternal love-I never refuse to throw away a piece of paper, always keep it, fold it into a boat and throw it into the sea from the boat.
Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind, and some were wet by the waves and stuck to the bow. I am still not discouraged, and I always hope that a person can only flow where I want him to go.
Mom, if you see a white boat in your dream, don't be surprised that he dreams for no reason. This is your beloved daughter with tears in her eyes. Wanshui Qian Shan, please ask him to come back with her love and sadness! Star spring mom! Put aside your troubles and let me sink into your arms. Only you are my soul. Fish came up in the spring water (104), and a bug floated on the water-in this small do or die, my fragile heart suddenly trembled.
My mother is really great. My mother, like the moon, shines on the doors and windows of my house. How holy and kind she is, shining with the light of love. For the sake of children, not afraid of dark clouds, give me warmth and encourage me to go up.
Mom, I love you. I love you. You're amazing. My mother shines on my doors and windows like a star. She is so holy and kind, emitting the light of love. Grateful heart I came from an accident, like a grain of dust. Who can see my fragility, where I come from, where my feelings go, and who will call me next moment? Although the world is wide, this road is difficult. I have seen all the ups and downs in this world. How much love I have, and how many tears I have. I want God to know that I will not give up my gratitude. Thank you for staying with me all my life and giving me the courage to be my grateful heart. Thank you, flowers bloom and fall. Mom! I love you. You taught us to suffer. You taught us to live like childhood. We often dream of our mother's love. We will never forget our mother's kindness. Even if it is stormy waves, even if it is wind, frost, rain and snow, everyone is willing to work with your mother. Everyone succeeded. Farewell to the stars and springs! I can't bear to leave you, but I miss my mother.
Mom! 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. Stars are born and leave-it's a hazy month, and it's a gaunt fallen flower. The star is San San Ma! Put aside your sadness and let me sink into your arms. Only you are the destination of my soul. The star on July 1st is a memory that will never die. In the moonlight garden, under the leaves of vines, on my mother's lap, there are seven or two stars on the western hills! Farewell! I can't bear to leave you, but I miss my mother. . .