Appreciation of Monologue Poems for Mother

A letter to my mother Dear mother: Hello! I have been in this world for more than ten years. In the past ten years, you have done everything for me silently as a mother, but you have never received any blessing from your son, let alone any gift. As soon as the calendar turns, it will be your birthday in a blink of an eye. My son won't let you down. To tell the truth, I didn't like you before, and sometimes I hated you. As the saying goes, "strict father is a loving mother." But you are just the opposite. 2. Practice flute for one hour every day and write a calligraphy; I not only finish the homework assigned by the teacher, but also write the papers and exercises assigned by you every day, so that my rest time is almost deprived by you. Although you care about me in life, it will be covered up by your strictness. Therefore, I often talk back to you and make you angry. My heart was deeply shocked until I saw a CD of my mother's caesarean section child that my father found for me. It turns out that a person coming into this world has brought so much pain to his mother. Not to mention the hardships of pregnancy in October, even the process of caesarean section is not affordable for everyone. His mother was cut in the stomach. Then slowly pull the child out of the mother's stomach. What a painful process this is. At this time, I really understood that the birthday of our children is the meaning of Good Friday. Now I am often ashamed of some of my wrong ideas and practices. Before, I always thought that your academic qualifications were not high and I looked down on you, fearing that my classmates would know that you were my mother, but today I want to say that you are the greatest person in the world in my mind. I can't forget that I was weak and sick when I was a child, and I needed to take medicine from time to time. No matter day or night, you always take the trouble to send it to me. Without your careful care, I would not have grown up healthily today. It will be your birthday soon. I will use my pocket money to present flowers to my dear mother, and at the same time I will study hard to repay your kindness in raising me. This salute! Son: ××× year × month × day × month × day × month × day × month × day × month × day × month × day × month × day × month × day × month × month × day × day × month × day × month × day × month × day × day × month × day × day × month × day × day × month × day × day × month × day × month × day × day × month "Indeed, when dewdrops dry, sometimes they shine again; When the sun goes down, it will rise in the east again. The sky is covered by dark clouds, and there are times when light reappears. But the days in our hands are like rivers flowing into the sea, gone forever! " Counting silently, more than 8 thousand days slipped away from me quietly; Like a drop of water on the tip of a needle in the sea, my days are dripping in the stream of time, without sound or shadow. I can't help crying. "Think back, why didn't I do my homework quickly at school like this every day? After school, I throw away my schoolbag and either watch TV or play. My parents saw a lot of criticism. ; A person who wastes time, even if he is given decades or even hundreds of years, will get nothing and live an empty life. God is fair to everyone, and it is 24 hours for everyone, mainly depending on how you master and distribute it. Mr. Lu Xun put it well: "Time is like water in the ocean. As long as you can squeeze it, you can always squeeze it out. "Time comes and goes in a hurry. Play. Open your eyes quickly, or time will slip away from you. Comments: 1. The article comes straight to the point and directly expresses my feelings after reading this short article in a hurry. Through this essay, I understand the truth that "an inch of time is worth an inch of gold, and an inch of gold is not worth an inch of time". The article quotes the original text and makes a profound discussion based on my own understanding and life. The center is clear and the structure is complete. There is a clear hierarchy. 2. The little author has a thorough understanding of the "treasure" and "waste" of time, and borrows Mr. Lu Xun's famous words to express his views. Finally, he issued a sincere call and was deeply touched. Fan Wen 3 is full of essays: I said to the teacher, "Only mother is good in the world." I said, "There are still teachers in the world. "That was my second grade. Teacher Zhang takes our class. The overall impression she gave us was that she was in her thirties, with short hair and a round face, which gave us an amiable feeling. Soon after Mr. Zhang took the class, my parents were in conflict and clamoring for a divorce. My mother left me at my grandmother's house. My father left me in a rage and ran away from home. I was left alone, sad and scared, unable to feel tears. Took me to her house and lived with her daughter Xiaoyan. She only had a desk at home, so she wrote my homework and rushed Xiaoyan to the crib to write. Children's Day is coming, and it's hard to see the students wearing new clothes to celebrate the festival. " Ministry of Industry, "a friendly voice sounded in my ear. I looked up and unexpectedly found Mr. Zhang standing in front of me with a fashion in his hand. I couldn't believe my ears until the teacher dressed me. I was still standing there with a warm heart. Teacher Zhang patted me on the shoulder and said, "Go to the grand party!" "I'm so excited, I don't know what to say, and I went to the meeting happily. Afterwards, I learned that this dress was made by teacher Zhang during her three-night break. This needle and thread embodies teacher Zhang's love. Once, Xiaoyan and I both caught a cold, had a fever and a headache, and couldn't go to school. After taking the medicine, Teacher Zhang hurried to class. After school, she hurried home to accompany us. Teacher Zhang lets Xiaoyan sleep alone, but she sleeps with me, so that she can always take care of me. At night, I was feverish and confused. When I cried for my mother, Teacher Zhang held me tightly in my arms, patting and humming, which made me feel that my mother was around. After I got better, Mr. Zhang spent another week tutoring my lessons, so that my academic performance did not fall behind. I lived in teacher Zhang's house for two years. I got my lost maternal love, and my wounded heart slowly recovered. I couldn't bear to leave this home full of maternal love until my parents reconciled and came to pick me up. Since then, I have a special feeling for Mr. Zhang. Now that I have graduated from primary school, I heard that Teacher Zhang has also been transferred to other places. Since then, I have never seen Mr. Zhang again. Teacher Zhang, you are really my most respected good teacher! Comments: 1. The article begins with suspense, which arouses readers' curiosity. By describing the mother-like care and meticulous care of "Teacher Zhang", the deep friendship between young writers and teachers is shown. The center of the article is prominent, the content is specific, and the plot is real and touching. 2. The young author vividly described the characters' language, movements, demeanor and psychology, and vividly portrayed the characters. Vividly shows the reader the image of an amiable teacher. 3. The language is natural and fluent, clear and sincere, and between the lines reveals the little author's reverence and gratitude to the teacher. Fan Wen's fourth grade composition: It is warm to have "love" around you. As the saying goes, "Father loves mountains and mother loves the sea." This sentence is true! Father's love is an unattainable mountain, while mother's love is like a vast ocean. With mom's care and dad's protection, you will feel the love around you and protect you all the time. I was born in a happy and warm family, with the care of my mother and the protection of my father. When I grow up, my mother and father take care of me with love. With the love they gave me, I propped up a blue sky. My mother is one. She goes to work early every day and comes home late at night. My mother loves her job, but this does not prevent her from giving me the most precious love in the world-maternal love. She stays with me every day during the break. When I get grades, my mother will be happy from ear to ear. My father is in business. He has a hooked nose. So my classmates always ask me if my father is a foreigner. During my rest (including summer vacation and winter vacation), he not only took me to play, but also enriched my rest time. He often takes me swimming and movies. Last Saturday, my father took me to the cinema to see a movie called Superman Returns. Mom and dad always care for me with maternal love and fatherly love. I just want to be happy. Mom and dad will never be reluctant to spend money. Last night, my parents saw that I liked this puppy very much, so they spent 100 yuan. I love my parents. They gave me life and made me feel the love around me. It will be warm to experience love by my side. I used to like black. Someone asked me, and he said, "Shi Qi, what color do you like?" I was surprised at first why he asked me such a question for no reason, but I answered it calmly. I said, "I like black." Maybe he thought my language was amazing, so he touched my forehead and asked me if I had a fever. He also said, Shi Qi, an elegant gentleman, how can you like this vulgar color? I didn't laugh at his gaffes, but just laughed it off, because in today's society, this is too much. Green, gold and blue are fascinating. I'm not saying that these colors are not noble or elegant. However, have you ever thought that among many colors, one color is more noble and elegant-black. I have read an article called "The Monologue of the Mine Boy" before, and I still vaguely remember a paragraph that reads: I was a child who grew up in a coal mine and a mountainous area. I often sit next to my grandmother and help her cook, listening to the "beep" sound of coal nuclear explosion under the pot. In winter, the sweet potato baked by coal fire is sweet and delicious, and I like it best. It's steaming and delicious. After school, the teacher told me that coal can be used for steelmaking and power generation, from which various industrial raw materials can be extracted, and it can also be spun into yarn and cloth. Although the color of coal is black. After reading this article, I was deeply touched. It changed many principles and habits, and gradually made me like black. Yes! The miners are mining coal on the well. They were sweating profusely and their faces were black. Can you call them "dirty" without conscience? The farmers worked hard in the scorching sun and were tanned. Can you call them "dirty"? Black is not bright, but people can't live without it! Think about it carefully, China's 10,000 square kilometers of black land has cultivated hundreds of millions of outstanding sons and daughters of the Chinese nation. You can also say that they are vulgar. The red fire is burned by black coal, and the ears of grain in Huang Chengcheng are bred by black taxis. Snow-white rice was planted by dark-skinned farmers with tears in their eyes. With this in mind, can't you think that black is another kind of beauty? Its beauty is not as bright as red, green, brilliant and dignified as gold, and elegant as blue. Its beauty is simple and elegant. So I love black, not because I hate those colors, but because it is really ordinary, and ordinary can no longer be ordinary. People who love blue, gold, green and red! Please also love black! Because black will make you love Qian Shan more, work more, and the motherland more. Fan Wen 6 Heroes in My Eyes Everyone has his own hero in his eyes, either Lian Po in his prime, Xiang Yu in a proud position, Fu Jian who won and lost the battle, or Yue Fei who died unjustly ... Fighting Guandu alone, Cao Cao's troops are thin, his food and grass are empty, and there are more heroes waiting for him in all directions. However, Cao Cao resisted the pressure from all sides, and with his superior military ability, he used Xu You to burn his lair and ambush in the warehouse pavilion, and finally defeated Yuan Shao, creating a military miracle. Who can be like him? What is a hero? A hero is a person who can stand up in difficulties, take charge of the overall situation and turn the tide. What is a hero? He who can overcome difficulties, break through obstacles, be fearless of failure and persevere in adversity is a hero. Heroes can have nothing, but they can't succeed! Not all successful people are heroes, and heroes rarely succeed. When Dong Zhuo was assassinated, he was stopped by Lu Bu, but failed. Battle of Red Cliffs, Zhou Yu won by luck with Dongfeng, but failed; In the battle of Weihe River, Ma Chao skillfully took advantage of the terrain, but it didn't succeed. Cao Cao did not lose heart in repeated setbacks in life, but he still faced life with a positive attitude. Cao Cao is such a person. Some people commented that he was "a good minister in peacetime and a lean man in troubled times". In troubled times, Cao Cao did not seek wealth for the wise, but served as a military officer for many years. On the other hand, heroes are not just those who pursue success. Success can certainly bring honor, money and wealth, but heroes don't care about these things. They only look at whether there is any violation of benevolence and righteousness, and only like to make their names go down in history! In history, heroes like Cao Cao are indispensable. They may not be successful, but they created history and made the stage of history more colorful!