Reflections on the First Part of Bing Xin's Stars
Bing Xin's poems are mainly famous for maternal love, innocence and nature. From the stars? Childhood is the truth in dreams, the dream in reality, the memory and the sweet smile with tears. ? As you can imagine, Bing Xin's childhood is full of such dreams, true and naive fantasies. ? Little brother, ... the child in 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.
He went abroad to study later, and has been there for many years. He expressed his thoughts with a pen, eager to go home early. She fantasized about meeting her mother and then going home. She is very happy, but once she loses her fantasy, she will become more lost and disappointed. Leave home, leave my dear mother, how can you not miss home? Waves in my hometown! The waves splashing in your hometown used to beat my rocks bit by bit, and now they are beating my heartstrings bit by bit. ? The waves kept beating on the rocks, and I was indifferent, but once I left my hometown, every drop of spray was impulsive with the string that was about to break in my heart. Indeed, only a mother's good maternal love is great, and her love is pure.
Bing Xin's short poems gave me great feelings. She doesn't contain any hypocrisy, but she really feels from the heart, which can be said to be touching. It can also be seen that Bing Xin's childhood was spent in 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 holy that no kind of love in the world can reach it. Bing Xin is synonymous with maternal love. I understand maternal love through Bing Xin's poems.
The second part of Bing Xin Xing's thoughts after reading.
I lay on the deck and looked up at the sky. There are countless stars hanging in the dark blue sky. The ship is moving, and so are the stars. They're so low, they're really shaky! Gradually my eyes blurred, and I seemed to see countless fireflies flying around me. The night at sea is soft, silent and dreamy. I look at many stars I know, and I seem to see them winking at me, and I seem to hear them whispering. He pointed out that the four bright stars are heads, the stars below are bodies, these are hands, those are legs and feet, and the three stars are belts. After this guidance, I really saw the giants in the sky. Look, that giant is still running!
Feel the author's love for the starry sky, and the beautiful imagination and memories caused by it. This essay is beautifully written, and in many places, through vivid personification and metaphor, I also feel the happiness and intimacy of the writer looking up at the stars.
Reflections on Bing Xin's The Stars Part III
Motherly love, like a ray of warm sunshine, soothes my heart and warms my heart like a cup of thick milk tea. I love watching grandma Bing Xin's stars. It is like a beautiful and gentle voice of nature. With grandma Bing Xin's singing, a hot and boiling love came true before my eyes.
How deep my mother's love is in this life. Not to mention the complicated housework such as washing clothes, cooking and cleaning the room, tutoring homework alone hinders all the rest time of my mother. I only know that my mother always cooks silently after school, and she is reluctant to stretch a chopstick for the delicious chestnut roast chicken; When I was full and got up to do my homework, my mother followed me to my desk and fought with me. When I am tired, it is my mother who brings me steaming milk; When I sleep in my cot, the person who is busy doing housework in the living room must be my mother. At this time, only the stars accompany her. This is maternal love. Just like grandma Bing Xin's mother! /My hair/On your lap/This is the thread you gave me. It's a poem by grandma Bing Xin, which awakened my gratitude to my mother.
I still remember that my mother was laid off at home that year, and the whole family was shrouded in gloom. At that time, he also participated in the 60-meter sprint of Huangshi Autumn Games and was eliminated. I was full of sadness. I didn't eat or drink at home and trampled on my father's concern. It was my mother who held me in her arms, wiped the tears from my eyes and told me how to deal with the disappointment in life. Mom, she also put aside your worries/let me sink into your arms/only I am the settlement in your heart. It was grandma Bing Xin's poem that told me to be grateful.
When I appreciate its elegance again, warm sunshine and fragrant milk tea penetrated into my heart and soaked in my heart and spleen. This poem tells me what maternal love is and teaches me to praise her love. Motherly love, like water, flows by, inspiring and enlightening me. I like reading the Stars by Grandma Bing Xin. It is her fresh and elegant, crystal-clear and beautiful poems that lead me to the light. This is why I love reading stars.
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