Read 1 Poems with Bing Xin in mind
In the winter vacation, I read a book named Stars written by Bing Xin. When I first opened this book, my
Read 1 Poems with Bing Xin in mind
In the winter vacation, I read a book named Stars written by Bing Xin. When I first opened this book, my first impression was that it was boring.
There are many small poems in this book. I turned the page and read it quickly. After reading it, I found that this book is not so boring. "Fairy tales are like a picture scroll, pleasing to the eye; A story is like a clear spring, clear of body and mind; A good book is like a breeze, releasing your thoughts. " This book is like this. I keep all the short poems in the book in mind, and I have benefited a lot from them. Her poems come from the heart, without a trace of falsehood. Her poems moved me even more-her deep maternal love and yearning for her mother are beyond our reach. Motherly love is so sacred that it is beyond the reach of any kind of love in the world. Bing Xin is synonymous with maternal love. Through her, I really understand maternal love. Bing Xin accepts maternal love and praises it at the same time. She loves everything about nature!
Bing Xin's poems are so simple, but every word contains such profound meanings. Reading these poems seems very cordial, because Bing Xin expresses the most common things in nature with light and elegant poems, without any artificial modification or colorful words. In this inspiring poem, the poet's love for life is beyond words. I added gratitude to this book. Yes, this book really made me understand what maternal love is.
My heart was shocked by this book: the original indifference turned into enthusiasm. It turned out that the long-extinguished torch rekindled the raging fire. Perhaps, this is moving!
Reflections on bing Xin's poems ii
Are the students familiar with the name Ma Xiaotiao? Among them, Ma Xiaotiao's story was not told by himself, but by Yang, a famous children's writer in China. Yang also wrote 12 volume "Laughing Cat Diary".
I want to have a father who loves to play, and I also have a teacher who snores. There are also four naughty eggs in the class, bickering with my deskmate's enemy. I have my own naive mother, and I also want to have a cool new human uncle Dink. In my class, there are also Ding who knows astronomy from above, geography from below, ancient and modern, and Chinese and western.
There are twenty volumes in the Ma Xiaotiao series, among which I like Super Mayor best. At the beginning, a person was doing something, that is, Ma Xiaotiao racked his brains for an essay. It was a composition that made this long and interesting competition begin unconsciously.
First, Ma Xiaotiao's three best friends and Ma Xiaotiao collected a poll together, and finally collected and classified 32 happy lives before the competition. I forgot to bring it that day. After watching 80 opinion polls in Ma Xiaotiao, the judges will leave. Ma Xiaotiao is just putting on an act and making a fool of himself. After three days and three nights of struggling to "fight", Ma Xiaotiao finally used the ability to improvise. He succeeded in winning the third place, but in the end, his belt loosened and his pants fell off because he pushed too hard. Then the whole audience burst into laughter. Tang Fei blamed Zhang Da for not fastening. Finally, this long story ends with a series of dialogues between Ma Tianxiao and Ma Xiaotiao.
Through this book, I understand that people who grow up will lose childlike innocence, affection, love, courage, strength and patience; Some people will hate, others will love. Some people will be happy, others will be sad. It is so many emotions that make up the world.
Reflections on Bing Xin's Poems (Ⅲ)
I, a restless soul, always like to look for beautiful figures in integrity and fallen angels in ruins. Although it is not sentimental, it will be beautiful for that world-maternal love, innocence, nature, how many lines of tears have flowed.
She has a quiet soul, like an angel who fell into the world. She summed up the beauty of the world-maternal love, innocence and nature with the flowing pen and ink "Spring Water Stars".
Motherly love, spring scenery
Xiaohua also wants to look up and appreciate the love in spring-but the deep kindness finally silences her. Mom! Are you the scenery in spring?
I took the umbrella from my mother before I went out at night. I came home from school in the middle of the night and took the bowl of hot soup from my mother. Review my homework in the morning and take the cup of hot milk from my mother. Every time I look down at my mother's caring face and kind eyes, I will think of Bing Xin's words and remind me from time to time, just as flowers appreciate spring, they should consciously feel the bits and pieces of maternal love.
Innocent, flowers
Thousands of angels, get up and eulogize this child, this child, his thick body contains a huge soul.
Dolls are forgotten in the corner, paper planes are busy under the table, and cartoons are skipped again and again. Humming "I haven't thought for a long time" and singing "How long can I have children", we are maturing bit by bit. Stepping into the colorful flower season and dry season, I suddenly look back on my memories and find that the most unforgettable thing is my childhood. Today, we are less ignorant and more profound and profound in pretending; Less flexibility in dividing candy, more vain bragging about each other; Sticking to mom and dad is less sophisticated, and the so-called "generation gap" is more.
Bing Xin, you found my beautiful innocence, and a complex and pure flower bloomed silently in your heart. Childhood friends: waves, mountain shadows, gorgeous morning glow, tragic speakers; Are we always cold?
Natural and philosophical thinking
The flower in the corner, when you look at the shadow and feel sorry for yourself, the whole world becomes smaller.
I chose this sentence and put it in my little pencil box. It hurts every time I open it. Yes, there is no need to be complacent about your achievements. The road behind us should be decorated with flowers. The reason why I have gone through all kinds of hardships is that I hope to leave my mark in my struggling life even if I don't reach the starting point of my goal.
Thank you for "Spring Water Stars", because you walked by me inadvertently. Inadvertently looking back, I saw Bing Xin and walked into the world of maternal love, innocence and nature. Let me count the stars and see the green spring water on that day. I seem to catch a glimpse of the angel of love whose skirt is fluttering, teaching me, leading me, making me smile, loving my mother, loving nature and loving life!
The fourth chapter is the feeling after reading Bing Xin's poems.
In the summer vacation, I read the book for young readers written by grandma Bing Xin. Bing Xin is my favorite writer. Her name means "A piece of Bing Xin is in a jade pot".
? For a young reader, Bing Xin wrote a series of essays for the "Children's World" column of the morning newspaper supplement before and after studying abroad on 1923, and finally compiled them into this book.
? The words in "To a Young Reader" are beautiful and meticulous, nourishing children's hearts like spring breeze. You see, she described "Silver Bay" like this. "The rain is coming, and the long white clouds on the lake are particularly visible in the pavilion. After the heavy rain, the lake is as clear as a mirror and the mountains are as green as washing. In the gap between the clouds, the sun shines brightly into the water, and the sky is Shui Ying, melting in the rainbow, so it is hard to see clearly. The author described it so vividly that I read it as if I had seen it with my own eyes.
After reading To Young Readers, I feel that the author is a person who loves all good things. She likes small animals. "When I was a child, I cried for a broken cricket and sobbed for an injured yellowbird." She likes listening to broken snow and light rain, and watching the bright moon and stars. She loves her mother very much, and I was particularly moved by a passage in the article. "At this time, the universe is gone, only my mother and I, and finally I am gone, only my mother, because I am a part of her!" She also loves the sea, the stars and the motherland ... There are many sentences in the article that moved me and I can't forget them for a long time.
Bing Xin used letters to write about her experiences and what she saw during her journey. She told us in poetic words that we should be a kind and caring person, love nature, love our parents and love our motherland. She is so kind, just like a good friend talking to me.
Reflections on the fifth chapter of Bing Xin's poems
I don't know when I began to yearn for poetry, so I read this article "Systematic Thinking" with a unique confusion and madness of teenagers. The book "Spring Water Stars" is my first time to play. I am used to reading spoken Chinese. I feel a little uncomfortable after reading poetry for a while, but it has a different flavor.
When I opened the book, the first introduction attracted me. Speaking of how Bing Xin wrote poems, from childhood to adulthood, he fully demonstrated Bing Xin's talent in writing.
Her poems are mainly famous for maternal love, innocence and nature. From "Stars", "Childhood is the truth in dreams, the dream in reality, and the tearful smile when recalling." Incredibly, Bing Xin's childhood was full of dreams and childish dreams. "Little brother, ... a child in the depths of the soul." It also explains the unspeakable secret friendship between Bing Xin and her brothers and sisters. These are Bing Xin's naive hopes and luck.
After that, she went abroad to study. For many years, she wrote a pen to tell her thoughts and was anxious to go home early. She dreams of meeting her mother and then going home. She is very happy. But once there is no dream, then she will become more and more frustrated and desperate. How can you miss home when you return home dressed in splendor and separated from your beloved mother? "The waves of the motherland! How did your splash hit my rock before, and now it hits my heartstrings. " The waves beat against the coast from time to time, and I was indifferent, but once I left my hometown. that
Every drop of spray is a string shaking my heart, a string that is about to break, and I am homesick. Indeed, as long as the mother is good in the world, maternal love is the greatest and the purest.
Bing Xin's short poem gave me a sigh of Qian Qian. Her poems do not contain the slightest falsehood, but are full of heartfelt feelings, which can be said to be touching and can be seen in Bing Xin's childhood dreams. Her dream is so beautiful, so charming, so rich and childlike. However, her deep maternal love and yearning for her mother are beyond our reach. Motherly love is so pure that it is beyond the reach of any kind of love in the world. Bing Xin is synonymous with maternal love. After Bing Xin, I understood maternal love.
I am very calm at this time, I can't be quiet, I am infected by thousands of feelings, and I can't express them.