This well-known poem comes from Meng Jiao's Ode to a Wanderer in the Tang Dynasty. The whole poem goes like this: "The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward son's body. 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? The poem depicts a touching thing between a vagrant and a loving mother: a vagrant is about to travel far away, and the vagrant's mother is carefully making clothes for the vagrant with a thin needle and thread in her hand, which makes me see a warm picture of the loving mother wearing clothes and feel a deep maternal love.
Mother's love for us is like the sunshine in spring feeding the new grass, and also like the cold wind blowing the proud plum blossoms in winter. We are new grass, and our mother is the sunshine in spring. We are proud mums of plum blossoms, the cold wind in winter.
Both kinds of love make it difficult for us to return, and both poems also write boundless maternal love. In my opinion, in this world, the best language to praise maternal love and express filial piety is these two short and perfect poems.
Motherly love should not be as fragrant as flowers, nor should it shine like diamonds. She is just a simple thing and loves you desperately. From birth, I grew up under the care of my mother.
When I caught a cold, did my mother rush to the hospital behind my back? When did I catch a cold? ㄅ Mo? what can I do for you? Abandoned? Chaba？ Where is Hong Ting going? Although loving mother is deep, it is difficult to repay kindness, but every child should show that "inch of grass heart" and repay the "three wisps of spring scenery" that mother gave us with her own actions.
In the dead of night, a little light flashed in a small room. I saw an old man with gray hair sitting in front of the light, holding a needle and thread in his hand. She is making clothes for children who are going out to study by candlelight. There are some flowers in her eyes, but she sewed them carefully. Hands with abrupt tendons, holding needles in one hand and threads in the other, sewing hard. How carefully she does needlework. Before I leave, I have to sew very carefully and tightly, for fear that the clothes will not be strong enough, and the clothes will be torn if the children are away for a long time. Although mother's sewing is not as good as silk, brocade and brocade, it is only coarse clothes, but it is made by old mother sewing one stitch at a time, and every stitch angle is meticulous to shuttle back and forth, and every stitch angle is full of mother's deep concern for the wanderer. I hope my son will go home as soon as possible, pay attention to his health, go out reluctantly and go home safely. Whenever a wanderer misses his mother, he will touch the clothes sewn by his mother. Although the clothes are not as beautiful as those sold in the market, in the eyes of his son, the clothes are sewn by his mother, which has a special taste and is full of her deep friendship for the children.
It should be said that everyone in our life needs love from mother. This kind of love is unique, unique, selfless and great, and it is the source of strength. Only those who really have this love can appreciate the greatness of maternal love and truly understand how happy it is to have a mother's care in life. We are like grass on the land, and our mother is the warm sunshine that shines on us. How eager we are to grow up and repay the sunshine for its kindness to us. But our love for our mother is always insignificant, not as good as our mother's love for us, and we can't repay her kindness in raising us. How much our love for our mother is like a drop of water. Mother's love for us is like the sea, and our love is always small. Mother's love for us will always be as broad as the sea. How much we love our mother.
Small grains of sand, how our mother loves us like a desert. Compared with mother's love for us, our love is always small and insignificant.
How great and selfless maternal love is, higher than the sky and deeper than the sea. In my opinion, it is maternal love! ! !
3. Rewrite vagrant songs into narratives, vagrant songs.
There is a biting cold wind outside. In a shabby hut, an old man in his sixties is sitting on the kang to prepare a long trip for his son.
The loving mother sat in the dim light, sewing clothes for her son Meng Jiao. Holding the needle in her left hand and the thread in her right hand, she slowly passed through the eye of the needle, tied a knot and sewed it carefully. This needle and thread contains the mother's concern and worry about her son. She is worried that her son won't be home for a long time. My family is too poor to buy silks and satins for my son, only coarse clothes and linen.
"son! You should be careful everywhere outside, get along well with others, and often write home to reassure your mother! " Say that finish, choked up, at this point, tears involuntarily fell down. Meng Jiao put down the book, looked at his loving mother and nodded deeply. At this time, he was full of thoughts and even decided to stay at home with his mother, but he couldn't let her down. In order to repay her, he had to make a name for himself. He remembered the difficulty of going to school as a child and his mother's hard work.
When I was a child, Meng Jiao's family was very poor and had no money to send him to school. He also knows that it is not easy to understand his mother. Much as he wants to go, he doesn't want to burden his mother. The cautious mother finally realized that in order to let her son go to school early, she worked hard to weave and work hard every day. Finally, the mother gave some money to her son. The son was shocked, and the mother only said, "Take it!" "Meng Jiao knew that money was hard-won, and studied hard from then on. ...
Now, he can go out for a long trip to study. No one can understand the excitement in his heart and his concern for his mother, and no one can understand it.
Tomorrow, he will leave, leave his loving mother, leave this shabby hut, and leave his hometown where he was born and raised. He can't say what he doesn't want. He can't do anything for his mother. He can only say that he will often miss here when he is away, and he can't help but sing a poem when he is away:
The thread in the loving mother's hand,
Make clothes for her wayward son.
She sewed it carefully, mended it thoroughly,
Afraid that the delay would make him come home late.
But how much love does an inch of grass have,
Make three spring scenery.
Outside, the biting wind is still blowing, but this small room is full of warm spring.
4. The composition about stray songs begins with "But how much love there is in every inch of grass, and I got three rays of spring." This well-known poem comes from Meng Jiao's Ode to a Wanderer in the Tang Dynasty. The whole poem goes like this: "The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward son's body. 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 bit sentimental, and it is rewarded with three spring rays. " The poem depicts a touching thing between a wanderer and his loving mother: a wanderer is about to travel far away, and his mother is making clothes for the wanderer with a thin needle and thread in her hand, which shows me a warm "loving mother's clothes picture" and feels a deep maternal love.
Mother's love for us is like the sunshine in spring feeding the new grass, and also like the cold wind blowing the proud plum blossoms in winter. We are new grass, and our mother is the sunshine in spring. We are proud mums of plum blossoms, the cold wind in winter. Both kinds of love make it difficult for us to return, and both poems also write boundless maternal love. In my opinion, in this world, the best language to praise maternal love and express filial piety is these two short and perfect poems.
Motherly love should not be as fragrant as flowers, nor should it shine like diamonds. She is just a simple thing and loves you desperately. From birth, I grew up under the care of my mother. When I caught a cold, did my mother rush to the hospital behind my back? When did I catch a cold? ㄅ Mo? what can I do for you? Abandoned? Chaba？ Where is Hong Ting going?
Although loving mother is deep, it is difficult to repay her kindness, but every child should show that "nothing grows" and repay the "three spring rays" given by her mother with her own actions!
5. Rewriting of "Wandering Songs"
Author: Meng Jiao era: Tang genre: Yuefu.
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?
Precautions:
1, nothing grows: the metaphor is very small.
2. Sanchunhui: Sanchun refers to Meng Chun, Zhongchun and Ji Chun in spring; Hui, sunshine; Describe maternal love as warm as spring.
Sunshine.
Rhyme translation:
The kind mother has a needle and thread in her hand.
In order to make new clothes for children who travel far away.
Before she left, she was busy sewing.
It's really worrying that the child will never come back.
Who can say a little grass-like filial piety,
Can you repay the kindness of a loving mother like Chunhui?
Comments:
This is an ode to maternal love. This poem eulogizes the great beauty of human nature-maternal love.
In the first two sentences of the poem, the person written is mother and son, and the thing written is thread and clothes, but it is pointed out that mother and son depend on each other.
The flesh-and-blood love of life. The two sentences in the middle focus on the actions and attitudes of loving the mother, showing the deep commitment of the mother to her son.
Love. Although there are no words and no tears, it is full of pure love, which is exciting and makes people cry. The last two sentences are the first.
The sublimation of four sentences, with the metaphor of popular image, entrusts with the ardent feelings of a pure heart. How can I repay my children like spring grass?
6. Adapting "Ode to a Wanderer" as a narrative poem;
The kind mother has a needle and thread in her hand.
In order to make new clothes for children who travel far away.
Before she left, she was busy sewing.
I'm afraid my children will never come back.
Who can say that a son is as filial as grass,
Can you repay the kindness of a loving mother like Chunhui?
Comment: This is an ode to maternal love. This poem eulogizes the great beauty of human nature-maternal love.
In the first two sentences of the poem, the person written is mother and son, and the thing written is thread and clothes, but it points out the love of flesh and blood between mother and son. The two sentences in the middle focus on the actions and attitudes of loving the mother, showing the mother's deep affection for her son. Although there are no words and no tears, it is full of pure love, which is exciting and makes people cry. The last two sentences are the sublimation of the first four sentences. Using the metaphor of popular image, we pinned our fervent feelings on this naked child. How can we repay our children like maternal love and grass in spring?
With fresh, smooth, plain and plain language, the whole poem is full of rich and mellow poetry, which has touched the heartstrings of many readers for thousands of years and caused thousands of wanderers to sing.
Meng Jiao was down and out all his life, and he didn't get the humble position of Liyang County Commandant until he was fifty years old. Naturally, the poet didn't take such a small official to heart, and he still only looked at the scenery and sang hymns, but no one asked about his official duties. The county magistrate only gave him half a salary. Under this heading, the author notes that "Mu Ying Li Shang Zuo" is his work when he lived in Liyang. In the poem, an ordinary and great beauty of human nature, maternal love, is sung affectionately and truly, which has aroused the admiration of countless readers and won popularity for thousands of years.
Deep maternal love bathes children all the time. However, for Meng Jiao, a wanderer who has been displaced all the year round, the most unforgettable moment is the painful moment of separation between mother and child. This poem describes the ordinary scene of loving mother sewing clothes at this time, but it shows the poet's deep feelings. The first two sentences, "thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward son's body", are actually two phrases, not two sentences. In this way, from people to things, the two most common things are highlighted, and the love of flesh and blood between mother and son is written. Then write two sentences about people's actions and attitudes, focusing on loving mothers. At this moment before departure, the old mother's stitches were so thin that she was afraid that her son would not come home for a long time and would sew the clothes more firmly. In fact, the old man's heart is not eager for his son to return safely at an early date! The affection of loving mother is revealed in the most subtle places in daily life. Simple and natural, kind and touching. There are neither words nor tears here, but a feeling of pure love overflows from this common scene, touching the heartstrings of every reader, making people cry and evoking the cordial associations and deep memories of children all over the world.
The last two sentences, based on the intuition of the parties, dig out the deep meaning of the next layer: "But how much affection there is in an inch of grass, I got three spring rays." Who said that? Some versions are Who knows and Who will, but it is best that Who said that according to the poem. The poet's rhetorical question is particularly meaningful. These two sentences are the sublimation of the first four sentences, the contrast of popular images, and the warm affection for children: how can a child like grass repay his mother's love as rich as the sunshine in spring? It really means "I want to repay kindness, I am very confused", and the feelings are so sincere and sincere.
This is an ode to maternal love. The poet, frustrated in his official career, experienced a cold world and a sad life, so he felt the value of family more and more. "Poetry is born from the heart, and sorrow should be the heart" (Su Shi's Reading Meng Jiao's Poems). Although this poem is not carved with algae paintings, it is fresh, smooth and unpretentious, which shows that its poetic flavor is rich and mellow.
This poem was written in Liyang. During the Kangxi period of the Qing Dynasty, two Liyang people sang such a poem: "My father's book is full of baskets, and the car is still lingering" (Shi Qisheng's "Writing My arms"); "How many tears have I shed, how many hands have I dyed, and how many clothes have I sewed" (Peng Gui's "My little brother came to the capital and felt very happy"). It can be seen that the deep impression left by Ode to a Wanderer is enduring.
7. Change the wandering song into composition: wandering song.
As children, we can never repay such a great mother. Only by honoring your parents and studying hard from now on is the best reward!
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. "I don't know how many foreign students have been touched by Meng Jiao's Ode to a Wanderer.
I remember when I was a child, in kindergarten, before eating every day, the teacher asked each of us to recite an ancient poem, otherwise we were "threatened" not to eat. Many children are particularly afraid of this move, so everyone tries to recite poems when they go home, and they dare not neglect them at all. But some people don't have to recite this stupid way, just go home as soon as they eat.
At that time, I didn't care much about reciting poems. Because my parents have taught me many ancient poems before, and there are some introductions on TV. So I didn't care much.
One day, the teacher asked us to learn to recite Ode to a Wanderer from her, and she read it to us sentence by sentence. None of us understood the meaning of this poem at that time. I was thinking in my heart, what stupid poem said "loving mother" just now, and then, why did it write in grass again? I didn't understand the meaning of this poem carefully, but I'm happy to recite another ancient poem.
One Sunday, an unexpected visitor came to our house-grandpa's sister, an overseas Chinese living in the United States. I didn't like the old lady with the "silver scroll" at that time, but I thought she was rich. For her, RMB may be as valuable as toilet paper. But a rich man like her always wears a coat made of homespun and says that her mother made it for her. I felt very strange, so I asked her, "You are so rich, why do you always wear such rustic clothes?" She smiled and asked me if I had heard Meng Jiao's Ode to a Wanderer. After thinking about it, I recited the "strange poem" that I thought was both "loving mother" and "grass". She listened, stroked my head and asked me, "Do you know what this poem means?" "Well, I ..." When I was thinking about how to answer, she seemed to read my mind and said, "This poem, which we overseas travelers can understand best, wrote down all our mother's love for the wanderer and our love for our mother. When you have my experience in the future, you will understand. " When was that? What exactly does this "strange poem" mean? I have a lot of questions in my mind.
I still remember what my aunt said. Now, when I grow up, I gradually understand the meaning of poetry.
Such a great mother, our children can never repay. Only by honoring your parents and studying hard from now on is the best reward!
8. Rewriting of Wandering Sons In an ordinary house, there is still a slight candlelight flashing in the middle of the night, just like the stars in the sky.
There is a young man sitting in the room, who is about to take the imperial examination. Next to me is a man with silver hair and deep wrinkles, carved by the knife of years. She is my mother. I will leave tomorrow. I spent all my time reviewing the Four Books and Five Classics, and my mother sewed clothes for me under the lamp.
Mother's eyes are not good. One hand is holding the needle in trembling, and the other hand is shaking. After a long time, my mother trembled and put the thread through the eye of the needle, and carefully picked up the clothes. Her two hands with abrupt tendons moved back and forth slowly, and the needle and thread began to move slowly in the clothes. The needle and thread also moved from one end to the other, and finally the sewing was completed. It seems that mom rubbed needles in her hair. She sewed it carefully and slowly, pulled the skirt again, and wiped the needle on her hair, sewing, pulling and wiping. These actions have been done tirelessly countless times. Night, very quiet, the room has been silent for a long time, mother bowed her head and whispered: "son, come and look at the clothes."
I lifted my face from the book and saw that the shabby clothes had been sewn by my mother intact. It's not delicate, but it's strong. "Yes, Mom, don't try." I said my mother didn't know whether to cry or laugh. She repeated the actions that she had done countless times, saying, "Pay attention to your health after going out, and come back early after the exam ..." Mother said for a long time with a faint candlelight, and every sentence went deep into my heart. Yes, how can our children's filial piety repay their kindness? There is a slight candlelight in an ordinary house, and the candlelight is getting stronger and stronger.
9. Song of the Wanderer was rewritten as a narrative poem.
In the dead of night, a small light flashes in a small room. I saw an old man with gray hair sitting in front of the lamp with a needle and thread in his hand. She is making clothes for the children, who are going out to study in the dim candlelight. There are some flowers in her eyes, but she sewed them carefully. Hands with abrupt tendons, holding needles in one hand and threads in the other, sewing hard. How carefully she does needlework. Before I leave, I have to sew very carefully and tightly, for fear that the clothes will not be strong enough, and the clothes will be torn if the children are away for a long time. Although mother's sewing is not as good as silk, brocade and brocade, it is only coarse clothes, but it is made by old mother sewing one stitch at a time, and every stitch angle is meticulous to shuttle back and forth, and every stitch angle is full of mother's deep concern for the wanderer. I hope my son will go home as soon as possible, pay attention to his health, go out reluctantly and go home safely. Whenever a wanderer misses his mother, he will touch the clothes sewn by his mother. Although the clothes are not as beautiful as those sold in the market, in the eyes of his son, the clothes are sewn by his mother, which has a special taste and is full of her deep friendship for the children.
It should be said that everyone in our life needs love from mother. This kind of love is unique, unique, selfless and great, and it is the source of strength. Only those who really have this love can appreciate the greatness of maternal love and truly understand how happy it is to have a mother's care in life. We are like grass on the land, and our mother is the warm sunshine that shines on us. How eager we are to grow up and repay the sunshine for its kindness to us. But our love for our mother is always insignificant, not as good as our mother's love for us, and we can't repay her kindness in raising us. How much our love for our mother is like a drop of water. Mother's love for us is like the sea, and our love is always small. Mother's love for us will always be as broad as the sea. How much we love our mother.
Small grains of sand, how our mother loves us like a desert. Compared with mother's love for us, our love is always small and insignificant.
How great and selfless maternal love is, higher than the sky and deeper than the sea. In my opinion, it is maternal love! ! !
10. The composition adapted from 400 is composed of Youziyin 1. Outside the wandering house, a biting cold wind is blowing. In a shabby hut, an old man in his 60s is sitting on the kang, preparing for his son's long journey.
The loving mother sat in the dim light, sewing clothes for her son Meng Jiao. Holding the needle in her left hand and the thread in her right hand, she slowly passed through the eye of the needle, tied a knot and sewed it carefully. This needle and thread contains the mother's concern and worry about her son. She is worried that her son won't be home for a long time. My family is too poor to buy silks and satins for my son, only coarse clothes and linen.
"son! You should be careful everywhere outside, get along well with others, and often write home to reassure your mother! " Say that finish, choked up, at this point, tears involuntarily fell down. Meng Jiao put down the book, looked at his loving mother and nodded deeply.
At this time, he was full of thoughts and even decided to stay at home with his mother, but he couldn't let her down. In order to repay her, he had to make a name for himself. He remembered the difficulty of going to school as a child and his mother's hard work.
When I was a child, Meng Jiao's family was very poor and had no money to send him to school. He also knows that it is not easy to understand his mother. Much as he wants to go, he doesn't want to burden his mother.
The cautious mother finally realized that in order to let her son go to school early, she worked hard to weave and work hard every day. Finally, the mother gave some money to her son. The son was shocked, and the mother only said, "Take it!" "Meng Jiao knew that money didn't come easily, so he studied hard ... Now, he can go abroad to study. No one can understand the excitement in his heart and his concern for his mother.
Tomorrow, he will leave, leave his loving mother, leave this shabby hut, and leave his hometown where he was born and raised. He can't say what he doesn't want. He can't do anything for his mother. He can only say that he will miss it forever and study hard outside. He can't help singing a poem in his heart: the thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward boy's body.
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?
Outside, the biting wind is still blowing, but this small room is full of warm spring. 2. Falling in a snowy winter, Meng Jiao is going abroad to become famous.
So he said to his elderly mother, "Mom, I want to be famous and earn some money to support our life." This trip will take a long time. Please take care of yourself.
It's cold, put on more clothes! "Mother, tears streaming down her eyes, said nothing but nodded with a smile. After dinner, Meng Jiao went to bed.
Mother picked up the worn-out coat, lit the dim oil lamp, and sewed it stitch by stitch ... There was a faint light on the pale temple, and there were crystal tears in the dim old eyes. Mother's hand was punctured by a needle, and bright red blood dripped on cotton, which was particularly bright.
Meng Jiao, with a hazy sleep, saw all this and shed tears. In the morning, the sun in the east has risen.
Mother stayed up all night and her eyes were bloodshot. Meng Jiao got up with tears and said, "Mom, I'm leaving.
I can never repay your love for your son! "Said, and ran to the front of the mother, hugging her tightly ... the thread in the hands of a kind-hearted mother, making clothes for her wayward 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? Meng Jiao left with a yearning for her mother.
Mother looked at him kindly and gradually disappeared into the vast snowfield.