I like literature and read a lot of poems, but I can't taste them and understand the truth. But reading Ai Qing's Dayan River, My Nanny made me feel deeply. It is not the tragic loss of a hero, nor the sympathy after a disaster. Because this kind of emotion and affection is great in the ordinary, reflecting an unspeakable depth, it will shine forever and never end. Looking at the vivid words and thinking about the simple and happy picture in front of us not only makes people see the harmony and happiness of an era and a difficult environment, but also makes people awe the simple and ordinary working people. Dayan River is very ordinary, and ordinary can only be called by the name of the village where she was born. She was so miserable that she cried without seeing the baby for the last time. She didn't even drink the baby's wedding wine, and didn't hear her beautiful daughter-in-law call her mother-in-law. This is the pain of the poet, and this is also the pain of Dayan River, but who can change all this? It all happened too suddenly, but maybe it was fate. A landlord's son and an ordinary rural mother are closely linked, and that feeling has gone beyond ordinary parenting and is already a deep love between mother and child. At that time, under that identity, they were destined to separate, but they still met in various ways, but time was ruthless. When Dayan and she left, her sucker was not there. Although I was hoarse, I just couldn't see it. I could only go on with sadness and nostalgia. Seeing this, we may only express our inner feelings with tears, but those familiar and warm pictures may give us some comfort. Indeed, it is beautiful, natural, simple and warm. I can imagine my mother cooking with her arms around her, I can imagine her happiness when she praises herself, and I can imagine her sadness when she cares about her hands. However, in the eyes of the poet, those things are gone forever. Now the courtyard of Dayan River is desolate, full of rubble, and the 10-square garden has also been pawned, not to mention the mossy stone chairs in front. Things are different in front of us, and times have changed. I don't know how much pain and affection there will be, but maybe I can only understand. Dayanhe also has her own home and children, but in Dayanhe's eyes, her baby is as important as her own children. She never treats her baby as an outsider and doesn't let her feel like an outsider, so although she came home later, she was like a new guest there without any comfort. Although it is carved furniture with red lacquer, beds with golden patterns and buttons of silk shells, the rice that has been studied for three times is not as good as the black table, black sauce bowl and a few grains of rice of Dayanhe. Because there is no need to be so coy and formal. This is Dayanhe, an ordinary and great mother, a kind, tenacious and kind nanny. After Dayanhe left, even her husband, who usually beat and scolded her, shed tears, and her five sons were deeply saddened. Life is short, but what she shows is really admirable. Waves of sadness and pain slowly filled my heart, my throat choked and my fingers were stiff. I didn't want to write any more, but I was reading. Close your eyes, take a deep breath and reflect on yourself. The wind swept away and it rained several times in front of the mountain. Seeing the smiling dawn wall, tears wet my eyes. I wish I had a dream of the past and swallowed my tears and sadness. Everything, as always, is infinitely harmonious and radiant!