One of my favorite ancient poems - "Compassion for the Farmers"
When I was in kindergarten, I learned many ancient poems, such as: Meng Jiao's "The Wandering Son", He Zhizhang's "Returning to Hometown"... Among them, one of my favorite ancient poems is "Compassion for the Farmers" by Li Shen. It's noon on the day of hoeing, and the sweat is dripping from the soil. Who would have thought that every meal on the plate is hard work? Every time I see this ancient poem, I seem to see: At noon in the scorching sun, a farmer uncle is hoeing the ground. The hoe is getting heavier and heavier, and the farmer uncle is getting more and more tired, and big beads of sweat are flowing down his face. The water flowed down from the face, soaked through the clothes, and dripped to the ground. What a picture of hard work! It is precisely because of the hard work of the farmer uncles that we can eat so much rich food every day, including fragrant rice, delicious steamed buns, various fruits and vegetables... But my mother told me that in the world There are still many people who are unable to eat due to various reasons such as disasters and wars. They endure hunger and pain, and some even starve to death. How tragic this is! Compared with them, how happy our life is! However, some children do not cherish this hard-won luck. They waste food when eating, pick and choose the food, and drop rice grains everywhere. Some children even secretly throw away the food. ,well! It really shouldn’t be! Here, I want to say loudly to all the children: "Please cherish the food!"
I have read countless poems since I was a child. Many people like to use poetry to express their moods, aspirations, missing relatives and parting with friends. Among the poems I have read, the most impressive one is Meng Jiao's "The Wandering Son": -
The thread in a loving mother's hands is the thread on the wandering boy's body.
Before leaving, I am worried that I will return later.
Who can say that there is no care in the world? Reward three spring rays.
In the poem, the author embodies the infinite love of a loving, simple, and great mother.
Nowadays, we take our mothers’ care for granted and cannot understand our mothers’ good intentions. We even sometimes yell at our mothers, but as mothers, they still care silently. , love and protect your children. They have no regrets about everything they do to their children.
I remember that during the "Wenchuan Earthquake" on May 12, a mother used her body to hold up the collapsed building in the ruins, protecting her 3 or 4-month-old child underneath her body. The mother protected her, and the child was unharmed and sleeping peacefully. When the ambulance crew untied the quilt covering the child, they found a mobile phone with a text message written on the screen: Dear baby, if you can live, you must remember my love for you. Although this mother's great deeds have been well-known to every household, do those who know it feel touched? A mother can give up her life for her children. This mother is not the only one who will do this, but all mothers will do this.
Recalling when I was sick, my mother stayed up all night, poured water for me to drink, and stayed by the bedside, never leaving. Under the care of maternal love, I recovered quickly. When I woke up and saw my mother staying up next to the bed all night, I was moved to tears.
Recalling when I failed in the exam, my mother did not scold me, but gave me the correct solution to the wrong question. When she held the report card that I had done well in the exam, she smiled. , smiled very happily, and laughed happier than me.
Looking back on every moment of these years, my mother has been walking with me every day. No matter what the weather, she always holds my hand and walks; no matter what the situation, she always teaches me everything after being frustrated; no matter how late the night is, how late the night is, how late the night is. She always stayed with me through the deep nights and deep nights. …
I once resented my mother, why was she so cruel, why didn’t she hug me through the mud? Why don't you teach me how to deal with setbacks? Why are you so persistent, why don’t you persuade me to give up in silence and not take a rest...
Now, I don’t resent my mother, but I am grateful to her. She never carries me forward because she wants me to learn to face ups and downs; she never teaches me how to cope with setbacks, because she wants me to appreciate life; she never tells me to give up, because she teaches me the principle of perseverance in silence. .
Mom, thank you! Thank you for teaching me a lot; thank you for walking with me every day for the past 15 years...
Who can be careless? The three spring lights reported.