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?
-Meng Jiao's Wandering Sons
This is one of the classic poems in the Tang Dynasty, which has been sung by countless readers and listeners for more than 1000 years because of its unpretentious and vivid maternal love. This is known to all women and children.
Good poem!
Poetry is first-rate, and being thrown into prison is admirable.
However, it is best not to know the author's life when tasting this poem. Because, if you can make a good poem, you may not be a good person.
The poet Meng Jiao is the so-called poet. Although his poems are great, it's a pity that his personality ... forgive me for being a freak, but I dare not compliment him.
Serious ... serious ... not good.
If you know that the author has a bad personality, it will be like when you eat a cake, you suddenly think of an egg in the chicken's ass; Chicken butt is also the outlet of chicken manure and chicken urine, which stinks.
However, human beings are powerful and disgusting.
I remember when I was a child, out of curiosity, I used my fingers to find out the structure of the egg mouth, and then I grabbed the boiled eggs without washing my hands. ...
Cut short the nonsense and return to one's muttons.
Meng Jiao, the author of Ode to a Wanderer, is his personality out of proportion to his poetic style, and how is it second-rate or even inferior?
Meng Jiao was a poet in the Tang Dynasty. According to the records of the Tang Dynasty, this man was withdrawn from his childhood. When I grew up, I didn't agree with my parents, ran away from home and went to Songshan, Henan Province to live in seclusion.
Why?
Write poetry.
Meng Jiao's poetry creation is unusual. To put it mildly, it is hard work; To put it bluntly, it is possession, losing the most basic responsibility of being a man: being as cold as ice to parents and not assuming due responsibilities and obligations.
Animals know how to feed back. Meng Jiao is a man, a scholar who drank a big bottle of ink, and actually did it, alas. I'm speechless
Meng Jiao, known by the Jianghu as "prisoner of poets".
Poetry prisoner, poetry prisoner. As the name implies, just like the contemporary house prisoners, car prisoners and money prisoners, they only have a house, a car and money in their hearts, but my six relatives don't admit it.
AD 80 1 year, Meng Jiao 5 1 year. Finally, he listened to his mother and went to Luoyang to take the exam. He was elected as the county magistrate of Liyang (in today's Jiangsu Province).
Unfortunately, dogs can't change and eat shit; Poetry prisoners are poetry prisoners. Being obsessed with writing poems, Meng Jiao was incompetent and delayed many official duties.
The county magistrate pitied his literary talent and was afraid of starving him to death, so he couldn't bear to fire him. He just hired another foundry with half of Meng Jiao's salary.
As a county commandant, his salary was not high, and Meng Jiao didn't learn from other corrupt officials to plunder people's wealth. The result is a drop in the bucket.
Meng Jiao is still poor, unable to protect himself, and of course unable to repay his parents' kindness.
Fortunately, Meng Jiao's father has been a small official for many years, and he has long been used to scrimping and saving. With their meager savings, the old couple can barely make ends meet.
According to research, the average life expectancy of people in the Tang Dynasty was only 30 years old. If her mother was born at the age of 15, she would be able to support herself at the age of 5 1 and would not continue to live on her laurels. Her mother is about 66 years old. If the old mother is not so old, she will not see her son for the last time when she dies. Only God knows whether she will be satisfied.
Fortunately, the old mother is old!
Fortunately for the old mother, her son actually came out of the cage of poetry and made money to survive.
There is a good saying: the prodigal son never changes his money.
Very rare.
According to textual research, Ode to a Wanderer is a masterpiece written by Meng Jiao during his tenure as county magistrate.
The question is: How excellent is Ode to a Wanderer, and how can it be made known to all women and children, so as to spread to the highest level through the ages?
Next, let's enjoy it.
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"The thread in the hand of a kind mother makes clothes for her wayward son."
"loving mother", kind mother. The good use of the word "kindness" saved the author's own personality style. Explain that the author is still human, understands human nature, and has human feelings.
If you use "mother" and "old mother", you will be as cold-blooded as an animal.
"prodigal son", prodigal son, the positioning is still so-so, if you use "reverse son", it will be much more accurate.
The two images of "line" and "clothes" are plain and mediocre; There is nothing to say.
The first two lines of poetry are like two close-ups; One is the needle and thread in the hand of a kind mother at home, and the other is the clothes worn by a wandering son in other places.
"She mended it carefully and thoroughly, fearing that it would delay his coming home."
"Leaving" means that the author is ready to leave.
"Close sewing" refers to the needlework in the hands of a loving mother.
These three words, as clear as words, are extremely simple, but as extraordinary as a bolt from the blue, extremely tense and shocking.
They all say that "people are doing, and the sky is watching."
It turns out that it's not just the sky watching! The loving mother is doing it, and the black sheep are watching it.
Meng Jiao, who was locked in a poetry cage, actually saw her mother's kindness!
That needle and thread are sewn densely, for my wandering son, to shelter from the wind and rain; More telling: If you go home often, I'm afraid you will forget the way home and won't come back for a long time.
After all, the son is the meat that fell from his mother. If it weren't for a child, his mother would like her son who ran away from home to go home early.
This is maternal love, selfless maternal love!
Good mother's labor moistens things silently; Make people cry.
No matter how hard your heart is, you can't carve a rotten wood, you have to move.
"But how much love an inch of grass has, and I got three spring rays."
"Who said that?" Who said that. This is a rhetorical question.
"inch of grass", short grass, grass.
"Three springs" does not mean three springs. In ancient times, the first month of the lunar calendar was called Meng Chun, February was called Midspring, and March was called Ji Chun. Three spring, only refers to a spring time.
"Hui", the sun is shining.
The author is really not hopeless, and actually compares his heart of missing his mother to a grass.
At the same time, compare maternal love to the warm sunshine like spring.
"Repay", repay.
In the last two lines, the author uses rhetorical questions, just like a martial arts expert wagging his tail with a dragon, which is enough to go to the ground in an instant and shock people.
Ask yourself-how can I repay you for a neat spring sunshine, a mother's love is like a raging river, and a wanderer is like grass?
The grace of parenting is as great as my god!
The Book of Songs says: "It is extremely confusing to report virtue."
At this point, writing stopped abruptly.
On the other hand, readers can't help being moved by great maternal love ... moving ... moving. ...
I cried.