When he was nine years old, his mother gave him The Book of Rites, The Book of Changes and Shi Mao, all of which were recited. In his spare time, he recorded Tang and Song poems and taught them to sing. Both mother and servant are sickly. Every time a servant is ill, his mother holds him in a room and never sleeps. Less recovery, you need to refer to the poems between the walls and teach your children to whisper. When the mother is ill, the husband will sit by the pillow. Mother saw the whole, but she was silent and sad, and the whole was attached to it. Tasting Day: "Is Mom worried?" Said, "Of course." "But how can I solve my troubles?" Yue: "I can recite what I have read, and I can understand." The chanting is loud, and there is a heated debate about medicine. Mother smiled and said, "The disease is not that bad." Therefore, if the mother is sick, the whole family will endorse it, but the disease can be cured.
2. Ancient mothers taught their children well in classical Chinese or modern Chinese, and never tired of listening to their mothers' stories.
An ancient family is better than a treasure. The Spring Festival is coming. The first important thing is to take my mother to my house for the Spring Festival.
The old man is like a monument with a long history, which is vague and inexhaustible. Every scenic spot, every symbol, records ancient stories, but we can't see enough and hear enough.
Mother usually doesn't like to talk, especially after her father died of illness at the age of 90, she seldom smiles. However, once her children and grandchildren pester her knees to tell stories, a happy smile will appear on her face. Probably because I am the eldest son, or because I was too naughty when I was a child, my mother always likes to regard my son in his sixties as the protagonist in the story and tell me in front of my grandson and great-grandson, "When I was a child, in summer, I often went swimming with a few friends naked." After the adults knew it, they all took long bamboo poles and rushed the children ashore, and suddenly they all disappeared. After a while. When the children laughed at me, the "monument" was even more dazzling and overjoyed. At this time, every wrinkle on the mother's face has clearly become the triumph of life, every brown spot has clearly become the cursor of longevity gene, and every white hair has clearly become the directory of life files. As a joke, I can create a happy and harmonious atmosphere for my family and enjoy my family. My mother's story brought me back to my innocent and carefree childhood. In my mother's eyes, I will always be a child; In my eyes, my mother will always be a monument.
Many of our brothers and sisters grew up listening to their mother's story. My mother has always liked reading novels. After reading it, she will tell us vividly about home, Yue Fei, Legend of the White Snake, Cowherd and Weaver Girl, civet cats for princes, Bao Shen and so on. That we have been influenced by the traditional culture of China since childhood. Of course, we prefer to listen to our mother's own stories.
My mother was born in a Chinese medicine shop in downtown Shaoxing, and my grandfather is a famous "pharmacy nurse" and a Chinese medicine practitioner. When War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression broke out, the Japanese invaders ravaged Shaoxing. My grandfather died tragically under the Japanese bombing, and my grandmother and my mother and uncle were separated on the way to the war-torn escape. Later, my mother followed her relatives to Shanghai, and with the help of my uncle, she was sponsored to work as a typesetter in a printing factory run by an Englishman. Because my mother is studious, knowledgeable and skilled, she was soon transferred to work in Hong Kong General Factory. However, the good times did not last long, and the warships of the Japanese invaders burned the war to Hong Kong. Mother followed her father and struggled to get out of the bodies of her compatriots. Desperately, she climbed onto a ship of the International Red Cross and fled Hong Kong. On the way to escape, it took me three years to return to my hometown in Cixi. Every time my mother tells these sad and angry stories to the children, she never forgets to teach us that there is a country before there is a home! In the 1960s, my mother sent the only regular worker in my family to join the army with tears, telling me to be loyal to my country like Yue Fei, showing her simple and sincere heart of "giving up her family for the country".
Accustomed to urban life, my mother followed her father to her hometown in the countryside, a secluded corner of the sea at the end of the traffic, and reweaved the hard story of the countryside with closed secular habits, tedious farm work, fine needlework and heavy living burden.
Mother gets up the earliest in the morning, washes rice to cook, feeds chickens and ducks, washes and brushes her teeth, and arranges for her children to get up; It is the mother who stays up the latest at night, chopping vegetables, closing the hospital, mending and taking care of the children's sleep. When eating, my mother always waits until everyone has finished eating before eating some leftovers, lest we have enough to eat. In the period of food shortage, rice is mixed with a lot of broken wheat or dried sweet potatoes, which is really difficult to swallow. It's an extravagant hope for children to eat white rice. Behind her back, my mother secretly filled a big bowl of chopped wheat or dried sweet potatoes, covered with side dishes for herself, and tried to give us whiter rice.
It is not easy for a mother to raise her children, bring them up and support a big family with her weak body.
Now that mother has entered a peaceful and prosperous time, there is no need to be afraid of the country's demise and extinction, and there is no need to be tired and haggard for hunger and cold. Let's weave a sweet story with the brilliance of the sunset!
Grief stories, hard stories, sweet stories, I can never get tired of listening to my mother's stories.
3. Translate the original text of Jiang's adopted son and mother from classical Chinese.
Four years old, mother's day awarded four books and several sentences; Poor children can't write, but they carve bamboo branches into silk, break them, bend them into waves, make words, and sit on their knees to teach them. Once you know, you can tear it down. Practice cross during the day, and all the staff can read with bamboo silk tomorrow, that's right. At the age of six, I started writing books. Thinking of my mother's teaching, the achievements of knitting and embroidery are similar; Put a book on your knee so that the whole servant can sit on his knee and read. Mother's hand is at her mercy, dictating sentences, reading sentences, and her voice is rolling around. If his son is lazy, it will be less in early summer. He cried with his son in his arms: "If I don't study, how can I see your father!" " It was very cold at night. My mother sat on the bed, covered her feet, took off her chest, warmed her back and carried her back. Tired of watching, I slept in my mother's arms. Suddenly my mother shook her hand and said, "You can wake up." Looking at my mother's face, I burst into tears, and all of them cried. Less time, repeat reading; Cock crow, lie silent. The aunts said to their mother, "I have a sister, so why bother?" Yes: "There are many sons; What can my sister do if the child is unfilial? "
When he was nine years old, his mother taught him The Book of Rites, The Book of Changes and Shi Mao, all of which were recited. In his spare time, he recorded poems of Tang and Song people and taught them to sing. Both mother and husband are sick. My husband is sick, and my mother is holding her husband and walking in a room without sleeping. Less recovery, you need to refer to the poems between the walls and teach your children to whisper. When the mother is ill, the husband will sit by the pillow. Mother saw the whole, but she was silent and sad, and the whole was attached to it. Taste asks, "Is mom worried?" Said, "Of course." "But how can I solve my troubles?" Yue: "I can recite what I have read, and I can understand." The chanting was loud and clear, and it was in chaos with the sound of the medicine tripod. Mother smiled and said, "I am less ill." Because my mother is ill, I hold a book and recite it by her side, but the illness can be cured.
To annotate ...
Four books: The Analects of Confucius, Mencius, University and The Doctrine of the Mean.
Zhé: the strokes of a word. Wave, skimming; Hey hey.
Bi: All, all.
Chen: Let it go.
Left and right: both sides.
Ren: Whatever.
Early summer: ancient school corporal punishment equipment. Xia means "Jia Mu", which means "Mu Jia Mu". Chu, Vitex negundo.
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When I was four years old, my mother taught me a few words about the four books every day. Suffering from the fact that I was too young to hold a pen, she cut bamboo branches into filaments, broke them, bent them into pictures, spelled a word, put me on my knee and taught me to read. When you know a word, tear it off. Teach me ten words every day, and the next day let me spell the words I knew the day before with bamboo silk until there are no mistakes. When I was six years old, my mother told me to learn to write with a pen. My grandfather's family was never rich. After several years of famine, the harvest was not good and life was particularly embarrassing. At that time, my mother made my clothes, shoes and hats for my little servant and me. Mother is good at textile embroidery. Her embroidery and finished products were brought to the market by young servants, and people always rushed to buy them. Therefore, my little servant and I have always been dressed neatly, neither worn nor rotten.
I remember when my mother taught me, all the embroidery and textile tools were placed beside me. She put the book on her knee and let me sit on a small stool under her knee to read. My mother taught me to read sentence by sentence when operating in her hand. The babbling of reading and the creaking of weaving are intertwined. When I stopped working hard, she hit me a few times with a ruler, hit me, hugged me and cried, saying, "Son, how can I meet your father if you refuse to study at this time!" In the middle of the night, it was very cold. My mother sat on the bed, pulled the quilt over her feet, unbuttoned her clothes, warmed my back with her chest and accompanied me to read. I was tired and fell asleep in my mother's arms. After a while, my mother shook me and said, "wake up!" " "I opened my eyes and saw my mother with tears on her face. I started crying, too. Have a rest and then ask me to read; Didn't sleep with me until the first cock crow. When I was menstruating, I once said to my mother, "Sister, you only have one son, so why bother!" She replied, "It's easy to have more sons. Only one son. If I don't make progress in the future, who can I rely on? "
When I was nine years old, my mother taught me The Book of Rites, Zhouyi and Shi Mao, and I could recite them all. Whenever she has time, she copies the poems of Tang and Song poets and teaches me to recite ancient poems. Mom and I are both weak and sick. Whenever I am sick, my mother will hold me around the room without sleeping. When I was a little better, she pointed to the poem posted on the wall and taught me to recite it in a low voice as a game. When my mother is ill, I always sit by her pillow. My mother looked at me, often without saying a word, very sad, and I was also very sad to be attached to her. Once I asked her, "Mom, aren't you happy?" She said, "I'm not happy." "Then how can I make my mother happy?" She said, "I'm glad you can recite what you have read." So I endorsed it, and the sound of the book was mixed with the boiling sound of the medicine pot. Mother smiled and said, "Look, I'm cured!" " "Since then, my mother was ill, so I took a book and read it at her bedside to make her better.
4. What is the meaning of ancient kissing teaching in China? Pro-education refers to the education of parents, brothers and sisters and other relatives at home and abroad who care about themselves. That is, first get close to the people you love, and then push yourself and others to get close to and care for the people around you and others. As Mencius said, "The old are old, the young are young, and the young are young."
Kiss: Love your loved ones. The preface to The Book of Songs Xiaoya Logging says: "Friends and relatives, friends and sages don't abandon, and old people don't abandon." Tang Kong's "Ying Da Shu": "I can kiss and make peace, and I can make friends abroad without giving up. I don't forget my long-lost grace and enjoy it." "Han Feng Yichuan": "The ancient court must have the same surname to be close to the Ming Dynasty, and there must be different surnames to be virtuous. This holy king is so famous in the world. " Tang Hanyu's Preface to Giving Twain to the Teacher: "When a saint stands, he knows that the palace lives and eats, and the relatives respect him. The living raise him and the dead hide him." "Surprise at the Second Moment" Volume 26: "Gao Yuxi will not go to her daughter's house after all, but will come to my nephew's house in Gao Wenming. The rest belongs to my nephew. This is also Gao Wenming's constant love for him. After all, I have to repay him. "