One of my favorite poems is Meng Jiao's Wandering Songs. This poem is mainly about the mother rushing to make clothes for the children who are about to go out, which fully shows the beauty of a mother's humanity. This pure feeling makes people feel sour every time they look at it, and tears turn around. Maybe this is very close to our previous life experience. I remember the first time I left home, my mother stayed in front of my bed all night. She stayed up all night and didn't worry that many things would happen to me. She thinks there are too many things in this society. She just wanted to protect me for life, but I didn't expect life to be so helpless. The next morning, she told me not to worry about listening to my aunt and uncle at home. If she feels wronged, she will go home. There will always be parents waiting for you at home. In this way, I always feel infinite warmth and infinite melancholy. How can I know what my parents have done for me?
Later, when I went out for a long time, I went home less when I had a couple, and even had less contact with my parents. I gave birth to a child after I got married, and then my parents helped me take care of the child. I was finally brought up by them. Is this how I repay them? They take care of my children and pay for them. I often blame myself for not taking good care of them, and I often blame myself for not giving up in my heart, but my ordinary ability is always limited, so every time I read this poem, I feel remorse and regret. This may be the so-called poem * * *! I think people in my time should be almost the same, all children from the countryside, and they understand that kind of mood. I hope all parents in the world can get what they want, and don't be as disappointing as Bian Xiao!