Poem on hand-woven bamboo wares 1. Poetry about handmade works
Handmade verse
The Wandering Son, Tang Meng Jiao
The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son.
Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.
But how much love an inch of grass has is three times!
Deep maternal love bathes children all the time. However, for Meng Jiao, a wanderer who has been displaced all the year round, the most unforgettable moment is the painful moment of separation between mother and child. This poem describes the ordinary scene of loving mother sewing clothes at this time, but it shows the poet's deep feelings. The first two sentences, "thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward son's body", are actually two phrases, not two sentences. In this way, from people to things, the two most common things are highlighted, and the love of flesh and blood between mother and son is written. Then write two sentences about people's actions and attitudes, focusing on loving mothers. At this moment before departure, the old mother's stitches were so thin that she was afraid that her son would not come home for a long time and would sew the clothes more firmly. In fact, the old man's heart is not eager for his son to return safely at an early date! The affection of loving mother is revealed in the most subtle places in daily life. Simple and natural, kind and touching. There are neither words nor tears here, but a feeling of pure love overflows from this common scene, touching the heartstrings of every reader, making people cry and evoking the cordial associations and deep memories of children all over the world.
Meng Jiao, (75 1~8 14), was a poet in the Tang Dynasty. The word dongye. Han nationality, born in Wu Kang, Huzhou (now Deqing, Zhejiang), originally from Pingchang (now northeast of Linyi, Shandong) and living in Luoyang (now Henan). A famous poet in Tang Dynasty. There are more than 500 existing poems, most of which are short five-character ancient poems, which are represented as Ode to a Wanderer. Known as the "poet's prison", it is also as famous as Jia Dao, and is called "Jiaohan Island Thin". In the ninth year of Yuanhe, he died in Ganxiang (now Lingbao, Henan). Zhang Ji married Mr Yao Zhen privately.
Step 2 describe weaving poems
A machine weaves a shuttle and flies away. The blue room is always worried, trouble sleeping. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Two machines, the quiet sound of the moon is sparse and inextricably linked. Weave it into a paragraph and write it back. It will be sent to Iraq.
Three machines, there is a flower playing in the middle, delicate red and light green, and spring is beautiful. Be sure to fold it early, one thick and one colorful, and don't treat wheat straw.
Four machines, Yuanyang wants Qi Fei, and the poor old man is white-headed spring grass, deep in Han Xiao, relatively bathed in red.
Five machines, the heart is dense and smart, and the acacia branches are connected. Under the double-headed flower, two concentric places, a pair of young people.
Six machines, carved brocade, half-off cloak, blue room with spring pictures. Furnace seal script is a long line, and embroidery is late.
Among the seven machines, the spring silkworm spits out all the silk, which is easy to cut Luo Qi. Cai Feng, the immortal bear for no reason, has two kinds of clothes.
Eight machines, delicate jade hands are always alive, and the spring rhyme of Shujiang River is full. Musk deer, embroidered quilt in greenhouse, delayed to return.
Nine machines, one heart grows in flowers, and flowers make red quilts. It's all spring, so I'm not afraid of sleeping for a long time.
Step 3 weave poetry
Sangi
Xiaoya in the Book of Songs [Spring and Autumn]
Yes, mulberry leaves are difficult.
What a pleasure it is to meet a gentleman!
Sanchi has it, and its leaves have wo.
See a gentleman, why not!
Sanji has a kind, its leaves are very quiet.
See a gentleman, sound hole glue.
I love my heart, but I don't care if I am far away!
The center has hidden it. When will it be forgotten?
Silkworm fu
[Warring States] Xun Kuang
There is something here that looks like it, and it has been turned into a god many times, and it has been praised by the world as an eternal miracle. Rites and music succeed, divide the high and low, help the old and the young, and then be saved. Notoriousness is a violent neighbor. If you succeed, you will lose your body. If you succeed, you will lose your family. Abandon its old man and accept its offspring. People are profitable, but birds eat people. I am ignorant, please take advantage. Wu Tai Zhan said: Although this husband and wife are good, who comes first? Those who change repeatedly will not live long? A strong and clumsy old man? Who has parents but no children? In winter, you travel in summer, eat mulberries and spin silk, put order before chaos, live in summer and hate the heat in summer, like humidity and hate rain. Pupa misses mother, moth misses father. Three easy three, big deal. Husband's name is silkworm tube Silkworm.
Mulberry picking degree
Yuefu poems in the Southern and Northern Dynasties
Silkworms are born in March and spring mulberry is full of green.
Daughter picks spring mulberry, and the song is blown as spring music.
You can swim and pick mulberry girls, full of spring fragrance.
Pose in spring should be charming, and makeup elements should be beautiful.
Tie strips of spring mulberry and pick leaves one by one.
Picking mulberry without hook will damage the purple skirt.
Yuhuan raises silkworms a little, and raises a hundred ridges at one end.
But when it is dark and thin, mulberry leaves are often thoughtless.
Mulberry leaves are picked in spring, and the forest is full of joy.
If your silkworms are less than 100, you have to embroider them.
When the mulberry leaves are full of sunshine and the moon is full, how can the green leaves be graceful and restrained?
Climbing the bar on the tree table will ruin the purple skirt.
Pseudosilkworms will turn into cocoons, but not into silk.
Nothing, sericulture at the bottom.
To Wang Su
Xie Family [Southern and Northern Dynasties]
This is an aluminum foil silkworm.
Today's machines are made of silk.
Win by winning,
I remember that touching time very much.
Song of silk
Bao Huiling [Southern Song Dynasty]
Soft mulberries feel the wind of the sun. Anna is a blue woman.
Hang green leaves and look at women's hands.
Spring silkworms should not be old, and they often conceive silk day and night.
What a pity to be exhausted, lingering has its own time.
Silkworms begin to cocoon and acacia is dense.
Into the soup, you horse * * *.
Susie is very qualitative and bent into a continuous front.
Dare to resign, but afraid of color.
Moshangsang
[South Liang Chao] Wu Jun
On the mulberry tree,
Shadow and stranger return to the pond.
This tape reflects this day,
The thin leaves are yellow.
Reflection on silkworm hunger concubine,
Dry your tears and carry the basket.
An old friend would rather know this,
I hate frying people's intestines
pick mulberry leaves
[South Liang Chao] Wu Jun
My concubine thinks badly,
Caisang Weicheng South.
Reduce the embroidery of branches,
Crazy phoenix hairpin.
Flower dance clothes are long and thin,
Moths put out fires and love green pools.
I have no reason to report your letter,
Snoring at silkworms.
4. There are poems about bamboo.
Modern Poetry 1. "Bamboo" Zhang Gaojie's feelings are rippling in the cold blue, and the literati are free, and every family is tireless in the dust. See egrets flying in paddy fields in spring, listen to tea pickers in summer and send swallows in autumn harvest. Bamboo blooms for the first time in my life, and it is also the only time in my life-inscription: For a long time, the land gripped by my feet began to flourish from a small bush, and day after day, year after year, I quietly germinated. I just never pay attention to the words of the literati or praise or derogatory, and use the roots that extend outward in spring to grow a new life. Without you, everything will go on peacefully until the end of time, until the land where I grew up is submerged by the sea. But the world doesn't believe that if my life can't return to the original point before the hypothesis, your appearance will suddenly fill my empty heart with infinite passion. I want to explode for you, with all my heart. You know I never bloom, and your appreciation of me is only a green leaf, but I know your regret: as a plant, how can I not bloom? So, I decided to bloom for you, just for you and me, regardless of the warning of heaven, or even whether I can really bloom beautiful flowers. I just wanted to prove my determination to you, so that night, I blossomed for you. I'm so tired that I can't even look at myself in the early morning sun. I just told myself that I had fulfilled my greatest wish in my life. You walked up to me with a surprised expression. I don't know what I did wrong, but I know I was wrong. Your regret was just a regret, and now I don't even have the capital for you to appreciate. With dead leaves, I just want to bloom flowers that are not beautiful, so you just look at me regretfully and turn away. At that moment, I could no longer support myself, and withering was my final outcome.
Prose A. Bamboo The bamboos around the village of Zhu Wenlin have always remained in my memory, just like my childhood. Pieces of bamboo forests have turned the ancient water town into a green world. Graceful bamboo stretches into the sky, like my unattainable childhood dream, like bamboo leaves cutting off spring, summer, autumn and winter one by one, leaving only pieces of fragmented memories. Affectionate warm wind, the fragrance of bamboo into a chill, refreshing.
Very pure, dissolved in deep memories, always aftertaste. The days of swaying bamboo shadows are over. Only beautifully patterned bamboo mats accompany me when I am afraid of the heat in summer. Dead bamboo is used as a tool to dry clothes. After years of exposure to the sun and rain, it has long lost its original green color and turned into a yellowed memory.
I didn't see the bamboo flower either, but it really disappeared in front of me. Maybe children don't need such bamboo forests anymore and have more expensive toys. They are all only children, and their parents don't trust them to enter the bamboo forest, because there are more or less dangers in the bamboo forest, and I have met snakes in the depths of the bamboo forest.
Tall bamboo may be the real reason for its disappearance. One day, a small chemical factory was built on the edge of a small village, and bamboo became extinct. Without bamboo, people are just as happy, which is the result of economic take-off.
However, bamboo forest occupies a large part in my heart. In the bamboo forest, I have a carefree childhood, my laughter and my happiness. Fresh and tender bamboo shoots are my favorite food. The zongzi wrapped in bamboo shoots smells good.
At sunset, flocks of birds are my chasing target. Although I only have a slingshot made of several rubber bands in my hand, the pebbles I shoot may not hit the birds, but the excitement is indescribable. Climbing bamboo, swinging, digging a bird's nest ... Bamboo is elegant and noble, so it has an indissoluble bond with literati, so that it is "no bamboo to live in".
Planting a bunch of bamboo in the yard not only brings you green, but also adds elegance to your life, so there is "Hsinchu", and the cool color is green. Ran Ran was suspicious of powder, and the rustling gradually attracted the wind.
It's sunny and rainy, but it's sparse. Only round and round joints, the tightness is the same size.
Lie by the window and build two or three clusters, adding peace and tranquility to your life. The shadow cuts the golden moon, and the sound knocks the cold jade and shakes the wind.
Don't believe that ChristianRandPhillips's tears are red and he has no money. Naturally, I like you better. I am humble in the ice and snow.
"Yuan Zhen and Liu Jian are affectionate, showing the quietness and firmness of Hsinchu incisively and vividly, reminiscent of a small house hidden in the mountains. Those green bamboos are decorations. Hermits, like immortals, enjoy tea and bamboo in the courtyard. This is probably the beauty of the fairyland that we have been drawn into since childhood. Scholars love bamboo not only because of its beauty, but also because of its nobility. His upright and upright character, which is not afraid of wind, frost and cold, is exactly what literati have been pursuing all their lives and is also the foundation of being a man.
"The snow pressed the branches very low, although the mud could not be reached; Once the sun rises, it is still in harmony with the sky. " This is the reputation of integrity given to bamboo by Zhu Yuanzhang, the founder of Ming Dynasty. "Shuang Ling and bamboo arrows stand out from the crowd and compete with heaven and earth for spring" is bamboo's confidence; "Adhere to the castle peak and not relax, and the roots are broken rocks; It is still strong after thousands of trials and tribulations. It is the power of bamboo and the power of bamboo. " One paragraph after another, thousands of leaves remain; I don't blossom, and I don't want to tease bees and butterflies "is the sublimity of bamboo;" "Smoke, rain and wind are all right. Fu Shui Cang Cun Fu Song Jian
Move Xiao Sao away from the distant temple. Wash to avoid invading the front peak.
The invading moss broke the spring buds. The winding path is secluded, and it is overcast in summer.
The rogue apricot flower is full of feelings. Several branches are compatible with each other.
"This is a lovely bamboo. With such a good reputation, people naturally like bamboo.
The greatness of bamboo is that it can be made into all kinds of articles, and small and exquisite bamboo baskets can hold articles; Solid bamboo stools and chairs can make people sit comfortably; Exquisite bamboo mats are essential in midsummer. Bamboo fishing rod is not a valuable thing, but it is very practical.
When I was young, I used it again and again to add fresh fish soup to the dining table. In that era when life was not rich, such days were considered happy. Bamboo also has an indissoluble bond with music. Long bamboo joints are made into bamboo flutes, flutes and other musical instruments. Then, touching homesickness songs will ring in the sky, and bamboo will melt our emotions in every room.