When I opened the book, the first introduction attracted me. I talked about how Bing Xin wrote poems, which fully reflected Bing Xin's writing talent from small to large.
Bing Xin's poems are mainly famous for maternal love, innocence and nature. From "Stars", "Childhood is the truth in dreams, and the dreams in reality are memories and sweet smiles with tears." As you can imagine, Bing Xin's childhood is full of such dreams, true and naive fantasies. "Little brother, ... a child in the depths of the soul." It also explains the indescribable deep friendship between Bing Xin and his brothers and sisters. These are Bing Xin's childlike longing and happiness.
He went abroad to study later, and has been there for many years. He expressed his thoughts with a pen, eager to go home early. She fantasized about meeting her mother and then going home. She is very happy, but once she loses her fantasy, she will become more lost and disappointed. Leave home, leave my dear mother, how can you not miss home? "The waves in my hometown! The waves splashing from your hometown once pounded my rocks drop by drop, and now they pounded my heartstrings drop by drop. " The waves kept beating on the rocks, and I was indifferent, but once I left my hometown, every drop of spray was impulsive with the string that was about to break in my heart. Indeed, only a mother's good maternal love is great, and her love is pure.
Bing Xin's short poems gave me great feelings. She doesn't contain any hypocrisy, but she really feels from the heart, which can be said to be touching. It can also be seen that Bing Xin's childhood was spent in fantasy. Her fantasy is so beautiful, so charming, so childlike. However, her deep maternal love and yearning for her mother are beyond our reach. Motherly love is so holy that no kind of love in the world can reach it. Bing Xin is synonymous with maternal love. I understand maternal love through Bing Xin's poems.
Compared with Bing Xin, we are worlds apart. We are surrounded by relatives and friends who love us. Their meticulous care for us reminds me of one thing: I went to the hospital for intravenous drip when I was sick, and my mother always guarded me and took good care of me. The next day, the golden sun shone on my hospital bed and I woke up. I saw my mother's rough hands, and hot tears spilled from her eyes. These hands don't know how much they have paid for me. They care about me in every way. Only then did I realize how much my mother loved me.
Parents go home, hand over a steaming cup of tea, wash their feet for their parents after a hard day's work, and remember to call their parents to report their safety when they go out. These little things are a great comfort to parents. As the saying goes, "the sheep has the grace of kneeling on the chest, and the crow has the meaning of feeding back." Animals all know how to repay their parents' kindness, let alone human beings?
At this point, I have a thousand words to express in my heart; At this time, there are thousands of feelings in my heart; At this time, my feelings can't be expressed. At this moment, I want to run to my parents and tell them, "Dad, Mom, I love you!" "