When I was a child, my mother taught me to read many poems, but at that time I only recited poems for the sake of reciting them, and I didn't understand the contents of the poe
When I was a child, my mother taught me to read many poems, but at that time I only recited poems for the sake of reciting them, and I didn't understand the contents of the poems with my heart.
When I was young, I read many poems to my mother, and I had a blind love for my mother, more of which was rebellion.
Now, I have also become a mother, and my life has experienced several ups and downs. After reading the poem for my mother, I have a deep understanding and love for my mother.
Mother is actually a poem, a poem that can never be written on the rhyme of love from ancient times to the present, a poem that has been as bright as moonlight for thousands of years and will never be silent.
When I picked up the pen and stepped into the poem with the rhyme of love, my mother, the wrinkles carved by the sword of the years, the white hair dyed by the vicissitudes of the sun and the moon, and the bent back in spring, summer, autumn and winter made every word in the poem exude traces of blood and tears.
It is difficult to bypass the ups and downs of the years and simply write the image of the mother. Those days when I wore Dai Yue and got up early and got greedy for the dark, those days when I was dusty and full of sorrow, I fell into a retrospect of the past when I thought of it. ...
Every time I see my mother, I have a new annotation on the years and a deeper understanding of love and sacrifice. Especially when I have entered the season of giving and sacrificing, I know more clearly that this kind of simplicity and thoroughness with no regrets.
I often think that my mother's greatness has not only nurtured us, but more importantly, she has been writing warm and sunny poems for us with broad and selfless love. Every sentence in the poem is elegant, every line is bold and exciting, and every paragraph is sincere and sincere, which brings endless fragrance to our life. Whenever I am successful and close to my dream, my mother's poems are wine to share happiness and intoxication; Every time it rains and the spring breeze is proud, mother's poems are alarm bells ringing in her ears; Every time I encounter difficulties and setbacks, my mother's poetry is a sword that splits the darkness to meet the dawn.
No matter how long we are away from home, no matter how far away from home, we will always hide in our mother's white hair and stand in her eyes. For my mother, we will always be her own kites and children she never grew up with.
My mother is a poem. No matter how straightforward I write this poem, my mother will always hold up the skeleton of the poem and let its fragrance overflow in all directions.
Reading my mother, I suddenly understood why those poets who care about the country and the people are willing to write their scarred motherland into their mother's poems and embed the surging Yangtze River and Yellow River into their mother's hymns. Because there is no mother, the lines of our lives can no longer step on the sonorous footsteps; Without my mother, there will be no more birds and flowers in the spring of our society; Without my mother, the building of poetry will become a piece of rubble.
After reading my mother, I realized that what she gave us was a calling power, a spiritual inheritance and a relay of love and warmth. Maybe we can't repay everything our mother gave us, but we can continue to write the legend our mother gave us with love along the rhythm and rhythm of poetry.
We will always love a poem, and its name is Mother.