Mom, I’m leaving
Mom, I’m leaving
—The confession of a seed
Dear mother, I’m leaving Now, I want to step out of my small world and see such a big world.
Mom. Don't blame Uncle Feng for taking me away. I left, chose my own path, and wandered around.
People say, "As long as your parents are here, you won't travel far away." But I left your warm embrace and no longer loved you! Mom, under your nurturing, I have grown up; my flying wings are gradually getting stronger, and my wandering thoughts occupy my entire heart. Mom, I want to realize it!
In spring, in your warm heart, I have the desire to visit the outside world. So, in the call of the spring breeze, in the baptism of the spring rain, in the caress of the spring sun, I stuck my head out on your branch. ah! Green grass, fragrant flowers, thawing lake water, flying butterflies, singing birds...all of this is so beautiful and vibrant! Seeing these scenes, I felt more energetic, so I stretched my waist to make myself grow bigger, and even bloomed small but beautiful flowers to add a bit of color to the spring.
In the hot summer, the sun has lost the charm and gentleness of spring. It is like a vicious witch, roasting us vigorously. I become listless, shrugging my shoulders and drooping my ears, and I am frightened. In order to withstand the power of the sun and the attacks of violent storms, I had to keep absorbing nutrients and water from you, trying to make myself stronger. Finally, I shook off the scattered petals, and the remaining calyx was full. The nectar of life, I turned into a small fruit standing on the branch!
Autumn is a season of farewell. Uncle Feng has brought wonderful things from afar, and my heart has become restless. Mom, I want to get out of this small world under your protection and wander far away. . In that distant place, I will settle down and no longer wander. Mom, please don’t be sad! In the spring of next year, maybe I will take root and sprout in the desolate desert and build another home, where there will be infinite vitality because of my arrival; maybe I will take root and sprout on the steep cliff and build another home where there will be Because of my arrival, infinite scenery will be added; maybe I will take root next to the busy road and build another home, where the infinite dust will be reduced because of my arrival; maybe...
Mom, please don't Miss me, please don't worry about me. Under your upbringing, I have become strong enough, I can adapt to harsh environments, I can withstand wind, frost, rain and snow. I believe that when I step out of my own small world, I will be able to create a new world.
Mom, I am leaving, leaving with love and hope to realize my dream
Dear mother, when the first ray of sunshine in the morning shines on the sky and earth again , please don’t get up early to kiss your child again, he is gone and you will never find him again! Maybe he will appear in the poet's hymn, maybe he will appear in the photographer's work, maybe he will appear in people's words------then, please be proud of him!
A simple and childish heart is like a flower, slowly blooming under the nourishment of poetry...
In my childhood, poetry and me
Just now I When I learned to write Chinese characters that looked like crawling ants, my mother began to teach me to recite ancient poems.
Holding an ancient poetry book with illustrations, my mother accompanied me to travel through the kingdom of ancient poetry. "Wild fire never burns out, but the spring breeze blows and grows again." "The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the wanderer's body." These sentences are engraved in my ignorant heart one by one. I don’t quite understand the meaning of the poem, but I only know that grass cannot be burned and grows again when the spring breeze blows. I understand that all mothers love their children and want to keep their children well-fed and clothed. Reading these sentences is like singing, how nice it sounds! So I chewed candy in my mouth and held a book in my arms, reading ancient poems one after another according to the pinyin sounds.
Youth, Poetry and Me
"Mom, ancient poems have been around for hundreds or thousands of years, why do we still read and memorize them?" I asked my mother puzzled. "Because it represents China's long and splendid culture! Read it more and memorize it more, understand the poetry, and you will understand the truth contained in it, and you will be able to enrich your literary heritage and become a full-hearted person." My mother answered me.
So I picked up the book and continued to recite ancient poems. From elementary school to junior high school, the books in my hands have changed from ancient poetry anthologies to poetry collections.
"I urge you to have another glass of wine. There will be no old friends when you go west to Yangguan." .", "The sky is connected with the clouds and the dawn mist, and the stars are about to turn and dance with thousands of sails."...
I can recite many Tang and Song poems fluently and understand their meaning. When I read the texts in the Chinese language book, I could easily understand them and read them thoroughly. When I started writing compositions, I became more comfortable composing words and sentences.
Youth, Poetry and Me
"Last night the west wind withered the green trees, and I climbed up to the tall building alone, looking to the end of the world." How much bitterness is condensed in it by the poet Yan Shu? Who can relieve his loneliness and comfort him?
“Asking you how much sorrow you can have is like a river of spring water flowing eastward.
"Looking back on the past, what kind of painful regrets does Li Yu have when he became a prisoner? As I continue to grow up, I am no longer satisfied with simply understanding and reciting ancient poems. I am appreciating them with my increasingly mature mind and rich perceptual knowledge. Understand them.
I can see the solo dance of the poets' souls and hear their emotional monologues by immersing myself in them:
"The endless falling trees rustle under the endless Yangtze River. . "Poetry sage" Du Fu is old and sick, sad about the times, and suffering from living in a foreign land. He asks the lonely autumn scenery to speak for him; Do you know? It should be green, red and thin. "It was a windy and rainy night, and when I woke up in the morning, the leaves were greener, but the flowers were withered. Things always change unconsciously. As Xi Murong said in "A Blooming Tree": "How to make you Meet me, at my most beautiful moment - "Use simple and elegant poems to express the desire for beautiful love and nostalgia for youthful time. What a deep and fierce emotion! From the babbling of childhood, read aloud to the last year As I grow older, my appreciation of beautiful poetry sows, breaks ground, and blooms in my heart. Gradually, I can understand the deeper meaning and richer emotions contained in poetry. It purifies my heart. Spirit, cultivate my sentiment. I am determined to continue sailing to the bright distance with the company of ancient poetry! When I was a child, my parents began to teach me ancient poetry.
My mother taught me to recite Li Bai's "Quiet Night Thoughts": "There is bright moonlight in front of the bed, it seems like there is frost on the ground." Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to think about your hometown. "Whenever I recite this poem, bursts of thunderous applause from my relatives will ring in my ears.
"Jasper is made up as high as a tree, and thousands of green silk ribbons hang down. I don’t know who cuts out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. "When we were in the lower grades of primary school, this "Ode to the Willows" was an ancient poem that we had to memorize. As we grow older and enter middle grade, the poems we have to memorize become more and more complex. Like: "My old friend bids farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower in the west. Fireworks descend on Yangzhou in March. "Li Bai was about to set off in a boat when he suddenly heard singing on the shore. ""..."These ancient poems are all full of affection!
I am getting bigger and bigger, and the ancient poems are also getting bigger and bigger.
I am a senior , I have become the eldest sister of my younger brothers and sisters in the same school. Of course, I have to learn ancient poetry to a higher level, otherwise, wouldn’t this eldest sister be in vain?
“The thread in the hands of a loving mother is in the body of a wanderer? Clothes. Before leaving, I was afraid of returning late. Whoever speaks of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring light. "This is a poem in the textbook that I want to repay my mother's love for.
In ancient poetry, you have been growing up with me since I was a child. You are my good partner!
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I am willing to grow up in the ocean of ancient poetry.