Comments on Wandering Poems 1 "Thread in the hands of a loving mother makes clothes for wayward children. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. But every inch of grass is a little sentimental, and it is rewarded with three chunhui! " Students, the poem "Wandering Son" written by Meng Jiao, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, is familiar to everyone! Every time I read this poem, I think of the greatest power in the world-maternal love!
This poem is about the thread in the hands of a loving mother, and finally it is sewn into clothes on a wanderer. When the child left, he sewed and sewed tightly for fear that the child would not come back. Who said that the filial piety of grass can repay the love of spring sunshine?
Motherly love can be reflected in small things.
Once, I was sick and hung salt water in the people's hospital. My mother happened to be at work that day. But knowing that I was ill, I immediately changed shifts with others and rushed to the hospital to accompany me. When I woke up, I found my mother's eyes were bloodshot. I asked my mother if she was tired. My mother just smiled and said, "I'm not tired. Go to sleep again! " "At this point, I was deeply moved. ...
Sometimes my mother is as gentle as a little sheep, and sometimes I dare not look at her when I am angry.
Once, I didn't do very well in the exam. When I got home, I reported the exam results in a faltering way. My mother flew into a rage when she heard the thunder and said something to me. Although my mother is like this, in the final analysis, she still misses me!
All mothers in the world don't love their children! Motherly love is selfless and great. Everything my mother did was for our own good. We can't blame them. We should understand them and put ourselves in their shoes.
On Saturday afternoon, I read a poem called Wandering Poetry. After reading it, I had a lot of ideas.
This reminds me of my mother. I remember when I was 5 years old, my mother took my brother and me to my grandmother's house. My second aunt took my cousin Didi. The three of us are five, four and three years old. One is one year older than the other, and no one will let anyone play or take care of anyone. Just when we were having fun, I don't know who pushed me or whether I ran too fast and lost my footing. Anyway, I just fell and hit my head on the corner. I cried and cried for my mother. My mother rushed over and only listened to her. What's wrong? My head is broken. Without saying anything, my mother covered her bleeding head with one hand, picked me up with the other and ran to the village clinic. My blood dripped all the way, and my mother was frightened.
Now that I think about it, I really don't know why my mother was so energetic. She hugged me and wanted to fly. This is mom's love supporting mom. Now, I finally know that maternal love is great and selfless. I must honor my mother when I grow up.
Thoughts after watching stray songs 3. China culture has a long history of 5,000 years. Brilliant culture, especially poetry, is the pride of China people!
When I was three years old, my mother began to teach me to recite three-character classics, Analects of Confucius and so on. Although I don't know words, I am also proficient in memorizing words. I have been reciting Tang poetry and Song poetry since the first grade of primary school, and I especially like Tang poetry, among which Meng Jiao's poem Ode to a Wanderer is my favorite. One of them is, "The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother made clothes for her wayward son's body. She sewed it carefully and repaired it thoroughly, fearing that the delay would make him go home later. From this poem, I feel a great mother sewing clothes for her son with love. At night, in the dim light, my mother made clothes and sewed them one by one. How hard it is, but the mother takes great pains to take care of the children for fear that her son will not dress well. How many mothers' love, care and concern have been integrated into that calloused hand! Although a few short words, it vividly shows the sincere love of a great mother!
China's ancient poetry is rich in connotation, which has nurtured thousands of people in Qian Qian, and is the source of cultural milk for people in China and the world, influencing generation after generation and making people's cultural quality higher. Although I am a primary school student, I am deeply shocked by the splendid culture of China!
I study hard, students come on! Study hard and make contributions to the country when you grow up. Let's act together and repay the mother who raised us!
My favorite poem is Wandering Poem by Meng Jiao, a poet in the Tang Dynasty.
The thread in the hand of a kind mother makes clothes for her wayward children. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. However, an inch of long grass is a little sentimental, and it has won three spring rays. "The loving mother, needle and thread in hand, is sewing clothes for her son who is about to fly away. She sewed one stitch at a time, one thread at a time, worried that if the child didn't come back, the clothes would be broken if they were not strong. Who says that the filial piety of a child like Xiaocao can repay the kindness of a loving mother like the sunshine in spring?
Reading this poem reminds me of my mother's love for me.
Last year, I had a high fever of 40 degrees. My mother was attending a national conference in Hangzhou at that time. Hearing that I was seriously ill, she had to give up this rare opportunity to study and go back to Wuxi overnight to take care of me in the hospital. Because I had a high fever at that time, my mother didn't sleep a wink all night, and kept giving me cold compress and hand massage to cool down until my temperature was normal.
Another time, I broke my cotton-padded jacket. At night, I was awakened by the sound of mending clothes. When I opened my eyes, I saw my mother mending my clothes. I said, "Mom, sleep when you are sleepy!" "She said," not sleepy. "But I can see from her tired eyes-she is sleepy.
Yes! A child with a mother is like a treasure. As long as you put your heart into it, you will find the love of your parents everywhere, so warm and selfless.
Comments on Wandering Poems 5 "The thread in the hands of a loving mother makes clothes for wayward children. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. But every inch of grass is a little sentimental, and it is rewarded with three chunhui! "
Students, the poem "Wandering Son" written by Meng Jiao, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, is familiar to everyone! Every time I read this poem, I think of maternal love, the greatest force in the world! This poem is about the thread in the hands of a loving mother, and finally it is sewn into clothes on a wanderer. When the child left, he sewed and sewed tightly for fear that the child would not come back. Who said that the filial piety of grass can repay the love of spring sunshine? Motherly love can be reflected in small things.
Once, I was sick and hung salt water in the people's hospital. My mother happened to be at work that day. But knowing that I was ill, I immediately changed shifts with others and rushed to the hospital to accompany me. When I woke up, I found my mother's eyes were bloodshot. I asked my mother if she was tired. My mother just smiled and said, "I'm not tired. Go to sleep again! " "At this point, I was deeply moved. ...
Sometimes my mother is as gentle as a little sheep, and sometimes I dare not look at her when I am angry. Once, I didn't do very well in the exam. When I got home, I reported the exam results in a faltering way. My mother flew into a rage when she heard the thunder and said something to me. Although my mother is like this, in the final analysis, she still misses me! All mothers in the world don't love their children!
Motherly love is selfless and great. Everything my mother did was for our own good. We can't blame them. We should understand them and put ourselves in their shoes.
My mother, what a great and warm name!
The thread in the hand of a kind mother makes clothes for her wayward children. When I read Ode to a Wanderer, I couldn't help thinking of my mother. Every time I come home from school, I always feel very excited. I can't wait to grow a pair of wings and fly home at once, because my mother greeted me with a smile and cooked for me. Every time I read "but how much love there is in every inch of grass, I get three rays of spring", I also wonder in my heart, can a mother repay her child's kindness? Since I was born into this world, my clothes and food have been taken care of by my mother. In winter, my mother tried her best to keep me warm because I was afraid of freezing. Every time I eat, I always ask if I am full with great concern.
Mothers in the world are equally great. Ode to a Wanderer is a short poem, but it reflects the mother's deep care for her son and the son's gratitude to her mother. Mothers are the most charitable and beautiful in children's hearts. I thought about my behavior. Talking back to my mother is my biggest bad habit, and I regret it. I always feel ashamed when I think about this and my mother's meticulous care.
Through the interpretation of Ode to a Wanderer, I have a deeper understanding of the greatness of maternal love. Understanding, respecting and honoring my mother should start with me, which is the' enlightenment' I got from Ode to a Wanderer.
What a great and warm name, mom!
"The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward son." When I read Ode to a Wanderer, I couldn't help thinking of my mother. I feel very excited every time I come home from school. I can't wait to grow a pair of wings and fly home My mother greeted me with a smile and cooked me good food.
Every time I read: "But how much love an inch of grass has, it will be repaid in the third spring", I also wonder in my heart, can a mother repay her kindness to her children? Since I was born into this world, my clothes and food have been taken care of by my mother. If you are afraid of freezing in winter, try to dress warmly. If you haven't eaten a meal, always ask with concern, are you full? Does it taste good? etc ......
Mothers in the world are equally great!
Ode to a Wanderer is a short poem, but it reflects the mother's deep love for her son and his gratitude to her.
In children's hearts, the mother is always the most loving and beautiful.
I want to pull my own behavior. Talking back to my mother is my biggest bad habit, and I regret it. I always feel ashamed when I think about it and my mother's meticulous care. ...
Through the interpretation of Ode to a Wanderer, I have a deeper understanding of the greatness of maternal love. Understanding, respecting and honoring my mother should start with me, which should be the inspiration from Ode to a Wanderer.
Wandering Poetry Comment 8 "The thread in the hands of a loving mother makes clothes for wayward children. 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 does this inch of grass have? I won the Spring Festival three times. " Every time I read Meng Jiao's Ode to a Wanderer, I will think of my kind mother and strict father's deep love for me.
A loving mother is threading a needle and holding the clothes that her son often wears, sewing clothes for her son who is about to leave home, for fear that his son will not come back for a long time. Children like grass can't repay their parents' love even if they have exhausted their lifelong friendship. The author's ordinary poems connect the hearts of mother and son.
So is life. Mother's love is like the rain falling from the sky, and I am like a happy flower, sucking the sweetness of the dew. My mother is always worried about me and always cares about me. For this reason, she is much older.
Father loves like an eagle. Although strict, he hopes that we can fly freely in the sky like young eagles. Father often finds our shortcomings and hopes that we can correct them and stand on our own feet on the road of life. Father's hair has turned a lot whiter recently.
Mom and dad's love is like a gust of wind, blowing the boat of my life. Motherly love and fatherly love are great, just like the warm sunshine in spring, which makes our grass bathe in the sunshine. How can I repay the kindness of the sun? I recalled that sentence again-"but how much love does nothing grow?" I won the Spring Festival three times. "
I like ancient poems very much, especially Meng Jiao's Ode to a Wanderer in the Tang Dynasty.
The thread in the hand of a kind mother makes clothes for her wayward children. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. But every inch of grass is a little sentimental, and it is rewarded with three spring rays! ”。 This poem describes the mother rushing to make clothes for her son who is about to travel far away, fearing that her son will not come back all the year round, with fine stitches and solid seams. Motherly love is also compared to the endless feeding of grass (children) by the sunshine in March.
Poetry language is vivid, simple, easy to understand and catchy. Every time I watch it, I have different feelings and some personal experiences.
I remember one morning at the beginning of this semester, my mother asked me to put on a sweater, and I was very unhappy. My mother told me patiently when she saw that I was disobedient. It's getting colder and colder outside today, but I still don't want to talk back to my mother. Finally, under the command of my mother, I had to put on my sweater and walked out of the house angrily. A cold wind blew, and I shrank my neck and thought, "It's really cold! Thanks to wearing an extra sweater, it's so nice of my mother! " I just lost my temper, and my mother took good care of me! I will listen to my mother more often in the future.
Ode to a Wanderer tells us that our mother's love for us is the greatest, and we as children can never repay it. Therefore, we should be considerate and care about our parents now, and do it according to the requirements of Disciples' Rules: "Parents should bark, not slow, and parents should be careful and not lazy. Parents should teach, listen, be responsible and obey ... "in return for their love for us.
Comments on Wandering Poems 10 I read an ancient poem today:
A traveler's song
Meng Jiao (Tang Dynasty)
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.
Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?
Our ancient poems in China are really profound. This poem selects the details of the mother sewing clothes for the children who travel far away. The mother is afraid that the child will not be able to go home for a long time and will suffer from running around outside, so she sews the corners of the needle tightly to make it durable. This kind of care is like the sunshine in spring, which feeds the grass. Let the grass look vibrant, and the grass bathed in the sun can't repay the kindness of the sun anyway!
Praising maternal love is selfless and great. No matter the old eyes are dim and the lights are dim, you still have to sew clothes. Even if you prick your hand, don't continue sewing to make your son feel warm. Just like the drizzle in spring, it moistens us, just like the warm sunshine in winter, caring for us, nurturing us, caring for us, cultivating us to become talents and opening our eyes to society. Mother is like a gardener, watering our saplings to grow healthily. Mother is like a big garden. The flowers inside let our little bees collect more honey and grow up happily.
This ancient poem shows us how selfless and great maternal love is. We should be more filial to our mother, never forget her teachings and repay her more. Ancient poetry and prose let us know more knowledge and truth.