Appreciation of Classical Poetry in A Crescent Moon Collection: Author
You said that my father wrote many books, but I don't understand what he wrote.
You said dad wrote a lot of books, but I didn't understand what he wrote.
He has been reading to you all night, but can you really understand what he means?
He read to you all night, but do you really understand what he means?
Mom, what a good story you can tell us! I wonder why my father can't write like this.
Mom, the story you told us is really nice! I wonder why dad can't write such a book.
Has he never heard the story of the giant, the fairy and the princess from his mother?
Has he never heard the story of the giant, the fairy and the princess from his mother?
Has he forgotten all about it?
Or have you completely forgotten?
Often when he is late for a bath, you have to call him a hundred times.
He often misses taking a bath, so you have to call him a hundred times.
You waited to keep his food warm for him, but he kept writing and forgot.
You always have to wait and heat his food for him, but he forgets and keeps writing.
Father always likes to make books.
Dad always plays with writing books.
If I go to my father's room to play, you will come and call me, "What a naughty boy!" "
If I go into my father's room to play games, you will come and shout: What a naughty boy! ?
If I make a little noise, you say, "Can't you see that father is working?"
If I make a sound, you will say: Can't you see your father is working?
What's the fun of always writing?
What's the fun of writing all the time?
When I picked up my father's pen or pencil and wrote on his book like him,-A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I-Then, mom, why are you angry with me?
When I picked up my father's pen or pencil, I wrote exactly the same as him in his book, A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I,? At that time, why were you angry with me, mom?
When father writes, you don't say a word.
When dad writes, you don't say a word
When my father wasted so much paper, mom, you didn't seem to mind at all.
When my father spent so much time making sheets, mom, you didn't seem to care.
But if I only use a piece of paper to make a boat, you will say, "son, you are really troublesome!" "
However, if I only make a boat with a piece of paper, you will say: Boy, you are so annoying! ?
What do you think of father's waste of paper with black marks on both sides?
What do you think of dad smearing black spots on both sides of the paper and defacing many, many pieces of paper?
Appreciation of the Classic Poems of "Crescent Moon Heroes"
Mom, let's imagine that we are traveling through a strange and dangerous country.
Mom, let's imagine that we are crossing a strange and dangerous country.
You are sitting in a sedan chair, and I am trotting beside you on a red horse.
You are sitting in a sedan chair, and I am running beside you on a red horse.
It's evening and the sun has set. The ruins of Joradic lay pale and gloomy before us. This land is desolate and barren.
It's dusk and the sun has set. The wasteland of Yolande Sea is exhausted and gloomy before us, and the land is desolate and desolate.
You are scared and thinking, "I don't know where we are."
You're scared, think, I don't know where we are. ?
I say to you, "Mother, don't be afraid."
I say to you:? Mom, don't be afraid. ?
The grass is covered with thorny grass, and there is a narrow path across the grass.
A needle-like grass grows on the grass, and a narrow and rugged path passes through the grass.
There are no cows in the vast fields; They went to their country stall.
There is not a cow in this vast land; They returned to the bullpen in the village.
The earth and the sky are getting darker and darker, and we don't know where to go.
It's dark, the earth and the sky are hazy, and we can't tell where to go.
Suddenly you called me and asked me in a low voice, "What light is near the bank?"
Suddenly, you called me and asked me quietly: What is the fire near the river bank?
At that moment, a terrible cry suddenly came out and some figures ran towards us.
Just then, a terrible cry sounded and many people ran towards us.
You curl up in your sedan chair, praying and repeating the name of God.
You crouched in your sedan chair and prayed repeatedly for the name of God.
The bearers trembled with fear, and they hid among thorns.
The sedan-chair bearer trembled with fear and hid in the thorns.
I shouted to you, "Don't be afraid, mother. I am here. "
I shouted to you: Don't be afraid, Mom. I am here. ?
With long sticks in their hands and disheveled hair, they got closer and closer.
Holding a long stick in their hands and their hair hanging freely, they got closer and closer.
I shouted, "there is a care! You thugs! One more step and you're dead. "
I shouted:? Be careful! You bad guys! One more step and you'll die. ?
They let out another terrible cry and rushed forward.
They let out another terrible cry and rushed forward.
You took my hand and said, "Dear children, for God's sake, stay away from them."
You grabbed my hand and said, good boy, for God's sake, get away from them. ?
I said, "Mom, look at me."
I said:? Mom, look at me. ?
Then I galloped, and my sword and shield collided.
So I stabbed my horse and rushed over. My sword and shield collided with each other.
This battle has become so terrible, mom, if you can see it from the sedan chair, you will shudder.
This battle is so fierce, mom, if you can see it from the sedan chair, it will definitely be a cold war.
Many of them flew and many were cut into pieces.
Many of them escaped and many others were hacked to death.
I know you are sitting alone, thinking that your son must be dead by now.
I know you're sitting there alone, thinking that your child must be dead.
But I came to you covered in blood and said, "Mom, the battle is over."
But I ran to you covered in blood and said, mom, the war is over. ?
You come out and kiss me, press me on your chest, and you say to yourself,
You came out of the sedan chair, kissed me, put your arm around your heart, and you said to yourself:
"I don't know what I would do without my boy to escort me."
? I don't know what to do without a child escort. ?
A thousand useless things happen day after day. Why can't such things happen by accident?
A thousand boring things happen every day. Why can't such a thing happen by accident?
It's like a story in a book.
It's like a story in a book.
My brother would say, "Is that possible? I always thought he was so delicate! "
My brother would say:? Is it possible? I always thought he was so weak! ?
People in our village will be surprised and say, "Isn't it a lucky thing that this boy is with his mother?"
People in our village should be surprised to say: Aren't children lucky to be with their mothers?