What did Jiang's mother godson write?

the original text of Jiang's mother's godson (Jiang) was four years old, and four books were given on her mother's day (1) several sentences; Bitter children can't write, but they carve bamboo branches into silk, break them, bend them into waves, make them into words, and sit on their knees to teach them. Once you know it, you tear it down. The cross will be trained in the day, and tomorrow, the whole staff will be able to read with bamboo and silk, and it is correct. At the age of six, I began to write books. When remembering the mother's teaching, the group embroidered the spinning performance, and left and right; Put a book on your knee, so that the whole servant can sit on his knee and read it. The mother-in-law is in charge of the operation, dictating and reading sentences, and the sound of squeaking is alternating with rolling. If the child is lazy, add Xia Chu (3) less, and hold the child again and cry: "If you don't learn, how can I see your father!" It was very cold at night, and my mother sat on the bed with her feet covered, undressed with her chest warm and her back, and recited it. Tired of reading, I slept in my mother's arms, and suddenly my mother shook her hand: "You can wake up!" " When Quan Zhang looks at his mother's face, tears fall vertically and horizontally, and Quan also cries. Less time, repeat reading; Chickens crow and lie down. The aunts said to their mothers, "I have a younger sister, so why bother?" To Japan: "Children, it's ok; Son one, corrupt, how can I trust my sister! " When he was nine years old, his mother taught him The Book of Rites, Zhouyi and Mao Shi, all of which were recited. In his spare time, he recorded poems of people in Tang and Song Dynasties and taught them to sing. Both the mother and the servant are weak and sick. When the servant's mother is sick, the mother walks in a room with the servant in her arms and never sleeps. Less recovery, need to point to the wall and ask poetry, and teach children to whisper as a play. When the mother is sick, the husband will sit on the pillow side. Mother sees Quan, but she is silent and sad, and Quan is also attached to it. Taste asked: "Is mother worried?" Day: "Of course." "But how can I solve my worries?" Yue: "I can recite what I have read, and I can understand it." The sound of chanting is loud and clear, and the medicine is boiling. Mother smiled and said, "I am less ill." Therefore, if the mother is sick, the whole family will recite the book on the side, but the disease can be cured. (Excerpted from "Illustration of Ming Ji Night Class") Note: ① Four books: The Analects of Confucius, Mencius, University and The Doctrine of the Mean. ② Zigzag (zhé): the strokes of characters. Wave, skimming; Hey, hey. ③ Xia Chu: ancient school corporal punishment equipment. Xia (jiá) means "Mujia", that is, Mujiamu. Chu, Vitex negundo. When I was four years old, my mother taught me a few words about Four Books every day. Suffering from the fact that I was too young to hold a pen, she cut bamboo branches into filaments, broke them, bent them into a picture, spelled a word, hugged me on my knees and taught me to read. When you know a word, tear it down. Teach me ten words every day, and the next day, ask me to take bamboo silk and spell the words I knew the day before, until there are no mistakes. When I was six years old, my mother told me to learn to write with a pen. My grandfather's family was never rich. After several years of famine, the harvest was not good and life was particularly embarrassing. At that time, the clothes, shoes and hats of my young servant and I were made by my mother. Mother is good at textile embroidery. Her embroidered pieces and finished products are taken to the market by young servants, and people always rush to buy them. Therefore, my young servant and I have always been neatly dressed, neither broken nor rotten. I remember when my mother taught me, all the tools for embroidery and textile were placed beside me. She put books on her knees and told me to sit on a small stool under my knees and read them. My mother taught me to read one sentence at a time while operating in her hand. The babbling sound of reading, with the creaking sound of weaving, is intertwined. When I stopped working hard, she hit me a few times with a ruler, hit me, hugged me and cried, saying, "Son, how can I meet your father if you refuse to study at this time!" In the middle of the night, it was very cold. My mother sat on the bed, pulled up the quilt to cover her feet, untied her clothes, warmed my back with her chest and read with me. I was tired of reading and fell asleep in my mother's arms. After a while, my mother shook me and said, "wake up!" " I opened my eyes and saw my mother's face full of tears. I also began to cry. Take a break and then ask me to read; I didn't sleep with me until the first cock crow. My menstruation once said to my mother, "Sister, you have only one son, so why bother!" She replied: "It's easy to have more sons. There is only one son. If I don't improve in the future, who can I rely on!" When I was nine years old, my mother taught me the Book of Rites, Zhouyi and Mao Shi, and I was able to recite them all. When she was free, she copied the poems of Tang and Song poets and taught me to recite ancient poems. Mother and I are both weak and sick. Whenever I get sick, my mother hugs me and walks around the room without sleeping. When I was a little better, she pointed to the poem posted on the wall and taught me to recite it in a low voice as a game. When my mother is ill, I always sit by her pillow. My mother looked at me, often without saying a word, very sad, and I was attached to her sadly. I once asked her, "Mom, are you unhappy?" She said, "I am unhappy." "Then how can I make my mother happy?" She said, "I'm glad you can recite what you read." So I endorsed it, and the sound of the book was mixed with the boiling sound of the medicine pot. Mother smiled and said, "Look, my illness is better!" " From then on, when my mother was ill, I took a book and read at her bedside, so that she would get well. I wish you a happy life