The author of Stars in Spring is Bing Xin, a famous essayist, writer and educator in modern China. Bing Xin was originally named Xie Wanying. The Star is a collection of poems, consisting of 164 short poems. Bing Xin believed in "the philosophy of love" all her life, and she thought that "with love, there is everything". Bing Xin praises maternal love, E799Be5BaA6E997AEE7ad944B 893E5b19E313334313636335 praises human love, praises childlike innocence, and she also praises nature, especially the sea she was familiar with as a child. Praising nature, childlike innocence and maternal love has become the eternal theme of Bing Xin's life creation. Its theme is: maternal love, nature, innocence and life. ? Star, published in 1923, is the first collection of poems created by Bing Xin. Most of the works are beautiful and crystal-clear poems praising nature, maternal love, innocence and great love on earth. These are the natural brewing of the poet's life, feelings and thoughts. Bing Xin's childhood grew up in the embrace of nature. Her pure soul was immersed in the blue sky and sea, and her girlhood was deeply influenced by China's traditional education and western missionary schools, so the philosophy of maternal love, human love and natural love was strengthened and deified, and the surging May 4th patriotic movement and new culture movement gave her a "political" baptism with new consciousness. The collision of eastern and western cultures will naturally spark in her life and thoughts. References:
Baidu Encyclopedia-a song dedicated to my mother by the fountain of stars, comes to you and me with the breath of spring on this beautiful day. My heart is as grand as the sea. I really want to sing an ode for you. I am neither a singer nor a poet. I can't write touching melodies, and I lack flash inspiration and genius thinking. I am ashamed that the deepest love can't be told by a trickle. But today, I want to present a heart song for you. May my song become a needle and thread to mend your split wound. May my songs turn into raindrops and moisten your thirsty throat. May my song turn into a cloud and present a fragrant original song for your life. You turn into a cloud and refract the light of the sun for you. You gave me a beating pulse. You taught me to stay calm in adversity. My mother climbed on your forehead, and time passed from my shoulder. That sweet and delicious meal, that warm and soft sweater; Tireless teaching; The complex of life is closely connected with me. It's in the blood, in the bone marrow and in the heart. Your love moved me. I finally know that there is another thing in this world, which is more abundant than the water of the Yangtze River and more breathtaking than the trend of the Yellow River. Tougher and evergreen than the green of pine and cypress; That's your love, your deep love, selfless love, my mother. I don't understand everything you gave me. You have brightened my eyes for me, so the world will be displayed before my eyes. I started walking up and down this strange life street, but I always saw a pair of big hands protecting and guiding. I chased these big hands, stroking the historical vicissitudes that covered them, but I couldn't help sighing that the irreparable time was these eager eyes. You never stop walking and don't know what the end point is. Your soul is out of your body. Aren't you tired? After all, the world will still be gathered by eyes, and the streets I walk through will no longer be strange. Looking at those beautiful big hands, my eyes are almost blurred. Mom Author: Shu Ting, your pale fingertips are touching my temples, and I can't help but hold on to your skirts as I did when I was a child. Mother, in order to keep your drifting figure, although the morning light has cut the dream into wisps of smoke, I still dare not open my eyes for a long time. I still cherish that bright red scarf, for fear that washing it will make it lose your unique warmth. Isn't mom's running water the same in those years, heartless and afraid of fading her memory? How dare I open its screen easily? I cried to you for a thorn. Now I'm wearing a watch and dare not say anything. Mom, I often look up at your photos sadly. Even if I call for penetrating the loess, how dare I disturb your sleep? I dare not show the sacrifice of love like this. Although I wrote many songs for flowers, the sea and the dawn, my sweet and gentle memory of my mother is not a torrent or a waterfall, but a dry paper boat that can't sing among flowers and trees. Author: Bing Xin I never give up a piece of paper, but always keep it-keep it and fold it one by one. Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind, and some were wet by the waves and stuck to the bow. I still don't give up and fold every day. I always hope that a place can only flow where I want it to go. Mom, if you see a white boat in your dream, don't be surprised that it dreams for no reason; This is my beloved daughter with tears in her eyes. Wanshui Qian Shan, please bring her love and sorrow home. The poem for my mother reminds me of the bitter flowers at the end of the field, pouring the warmth of the country with crystal dew. Under the misty starry sky, you embrace a crescent moon, weave your hopes into fairy-tale whispers, savor the colorful years, cultivate on your forehead, and protect one side with selfless mind in the ordinary. Fresh face, beautiful old face. Author: The mother of love is as humble as moss, as solemn as morning light, as soft as the sound of water in the south of the Yangtze River, as hard as a thousand-year-old cold jade. When I look up, it is a bright moon. When I bow my head, (1) your greatness condenses my flesh and blood, and your greatness shapes my soul. Your life is a journey of love. You weave a calendar with beautiful rings that smell of ink. I spend every year in your love, playing on your shoulders and knees. (2) You are a big tree. Spring depends on you, dreaming that summer depends on you, and autumn depends on you to mature. Meditate on you in winter. Your tall and broad crown ~ makes the field never barren. Mom, you gave me life. You are the land where I grew up. When I am sad, you are my comfort. When I am depressed, you are hope. When I am weak, you are the shelter from the wind and rain in your little harbor. You have broadened my horizons. You are my best friend forever, the driving force of life. (4) With love and caution, bend over to protect you and show your bright mind. Your energetic smile is very strong. Your boiling blood flows endlessly. (5) Let me immerse myself in your joy, let me enjoy your warmth, let me indulge in your arms and snuggle up in your arms. (6) There are faint poems in the long clouds, and there are continuous feelings in the poems. There are deep feelings and deep feelings. If my mother is rain, then I am the rainbow after the rain. If my mother is the moon, then I am the star holding the moon. My mother has grown up. I am my mother's ideal fruit. (8) When I grow up, my mother's black hair is like frost on a maple leaf, and the stars are shining with silver. I deeply kissed the traces of those years. Hold my heart for you (9) May fragrance and mellow fragrance haunt your life _ May my laughter fill your brow like a bell _ May all my blessings rub into your heart, and a green leaf is full of its friendship with the roots. An ode condensed my love for you. "Let the flowers in your heart bloom like floating clouds, and let the fragrance accompany you through the long years. Mother Author: Gao Mingcheng kept turning around, when he was a child, he accidentally fell into a ditch, a pool of blood. You suddenly picked me up from the hands of the earth. It is you. A thousand raindrops slipped from the umbrella and poured into your back, but I didn't touch the rain. The hospital is actually the end of the marathon and your brave ambulance! Starry mornings are constantly being born and dying. I also know that it has the regret of aging and parting. It must have been deeply rooted in my heart since farewell. Endless spring, warm sky and endless horizon are your avatar Guanyin Bodhisattva! Source: Bing Xin's mother of stars! The wind and rain came, and the birds hid in the nest; The storm in my heart is coming, so I can only hide in your arms. Source: Bing Xin "Past Seven" Mom! You are a lotus leaf, and I am a red lotus. The raindrops in my heart are coming. Except you, who is my shadow under the empty sky? Ode to Mother Author: Although Zheng's mother is still poor, the children's love for her is unambiguous. We just shout "Long live mother", and deeper love gushes in our hearts like a volcano. Although the mother is ordinary and useless, she is the real hero in the child's heart. Who can live and how much? Children can keep their mother's kindness in mind. Although her mother speaks softly, she is heavier than Mount Tai in their hearts. She watered her children's success with her mother, but she didn't make earth-shattering achievements (excerpt). Ordinary life Author: Du Jinghua Source: Mother's kindness will never forget how many roads your little feet have traveled. There is a heavy burden on your weak shoulders. This road is very long. It's full of your blood, your sweat, your tears and endless humiliation. You have a brown cheek, which shows that you have worked hard for many years. However, you never seem to know what you are complaining about. It's always a long way to go. You never asked why you left, and you never wanted to tell anyone that you had been walking silently. Go ... your little feet and walk out of a long road with no end in sight. "Ode to the Immortals" Author: Wen Wen's "The Wind Blows Day by Day", praising the kindness of mothers, adopting daughters and caring for children. Nature is pregnant with tears and her heart is like a phoenix. The soul in her dream is Meng Jiao's poem, and the beauty of spring is endless. On the great mother, like the moon, shining on our doors and windows, she is so holy and kind, emitting the light of love. For the sake of children, I am not afraid of dark clouds, give me warmth and encourage me to go up. Mom, I love you E79FA5E981933133361323562. I love you very much. My mother shines on my doors and windows like a star. She is so holy and kind, emitting the light of love. Grateful heart I came from an accident, like a grain of dust. Who can see my fragility, where I come from, where my feelings go, and who will call me next moment? Although the world is wide, this road is difficult. I have seen all the ups and downs in this world. How much love I have, and how many tears I have. I want God to know that I will not give up my gratitude. Thank you for staying with me all my life and giving me the courage to be my grateful heart. Thank you, flowers bloom and fall. Mom! I love you, you taught us to endure hardships, you taught us to live up to childhood scenes, we often dream of our mother's love, and we will never forget our mother's kindness, even in stormy waves, even in wind, frost, rain and snow. " O-old ":But my mother is old. "T-tear": it is the string of tears that my mother wiped away for me; H-heart ":this is the mother's heart, as pure as gold;" Electronic eye ":she is the loving eye of her mother;" R-right "is my wish to my mother-always healthy and happy!" Put them together, and you will understand why we affectionately call: Mom! Make mom happier. Mother's care keeps us warm. Mother's selflessness touched us; Mother's broadness shocked us; It is our common wish to make mom happy! At least 0.27 yuan/day, you can open a member of Baidu Library, and view the full content in Library > Original Publisher: Geng Hui 6 122 My maternal love is like a bright light in the dark. When I lose my way, she will guide me, illuminate me and walk towards the light. My mother is like the bright moon on an autumn night. When I am lonely and helpless, she will accompany me, support me and give me full confidence. Mom, she is busy all day for me, tireless, no regrets, so on this annual Mother's Day, I want to say, thank you! I love you! Maternal love (2) Mountain is not as high as maternal love; Sea, not as deep as maternal love; God, love without a mother is vast; Naturally, there is no mother's love and tolerance; Sunshine is not as warm as maternal love; Clouds E68A 84E799Be5BaA6E79Fa5E981933133343623737 are not as white as maternal love; Flowers are not as brilliant as maternal love. Mom, we are cold. Who will add clothes for us? Who will cook for us when we are hungry? Who encouraged us when we failed? Happy for us when we succeed? She is not a robot; This is not a computer. She is my mother. Mother is not Santa Maria, Jesus or God, but she is as gentle and kind as Santa Maya, as loving as Jesus and as wise as God. Ah! Mom, that's great! Love may take away your grace and make your hair pale, but it will never take away your kind smile? Mom, on this special day, please let me express my sincere thanks! Happy mother's day. I love my mother. I can't finish what I want to say, and I can't finish what I want to write. Everything is in silence. Angel mother in spring, like an angel in spring, brings warm spring breeze and light rain into children's hearts and understands their needs. This loving angel gave everything to take care of the children's lives and protect their safety. No matter how bad we are, the angel mother still has the ocean-like measure to contain us. Motherly love is like a piece of candy. Mother's love for the stars is an endless memory: in the moonlight garden, under the leaves of vines, on mother's lap. The sea of stars! Which star has no light, which flower has no fragrance, and which time there is no sound of your waves in my mind. Mother Star, the wind and rain in the sky are coming, and the bird is hiding in his arms. The storm in my heart is coming, so I can only hide in your arms. Mom, you are as beautiful as an angel. Mom, you watch over me like an angel. Mom, you taught me like a teacher. Mom, you accompany me like the sun. Mom, you are amazing.