Explain in detail:

1, baby bedding. Shaped slightly like a basket, made of bamboo or rattan, it can be shaken from side to side to make the baby fall asleep easily.

(1) Xu Li's "The Cradle of the Elderly in Jiean": "Today, people sleep in the cradle of children's bamboo baskets, and rocking cars is the cradle." ?

(2) Zhao Yi wrote in a poem "A Boat Tour": "Laughter is more like a cradle to put children to sleep, and the old lady is wonderful and childlike." ?

(3) The first act of Cao Yu's "Yuanye": "On the left is the cradle, and the children in it have fallen asleep."

2. Metaphor is the birthplace of things.

(1) Lecture on teaching methods of various disciplines: "Greece is the cradle of philosophy, and it first invented dialectics of spontaneous occurrence." ?

(2) Guo Xiaochuan's poem Sanmenxia: "The cradle of ancient civilization and the cradle of the Chinese nation."

Example:

1, Jinggangshan is the cradle of China revolution, and now it is a red tourist attraction, which many people visit.

The Mediterranean coast is called the cradle of western civilization.

3. Campus is the cradle of knowledge for me; Campus is the window to teach me how to be a man; Campus is the guiding light to point out my mistakes; Campus is a stage for me to show my style.

The Yellow River is the cradle of China culture.

The Yellow River is the cradle of Chinese nation. This ever-flowing river has nurtured generations of Chinese sons and daughters with its sweet milk, giving birth to splendid Chinese civilization. The Yellow River in my heart is magnificent. How the water of the Yellow River flows out of heaven and into the ocean, which is gone forever. Rolling yellow water, nine songs echoing, rushing all the way.

The baby fell asleep sweetly in the cradle.

7. The motherland is the place where I was born and the cradle of my growth. You let us grow, you gave us everything, I am proud of you, I am proud of you. Motherland, I love you.

8. The association of snow is so full of thoughts that it burns wantonly on the Yuan Ye of ice and fire. Snow is not only a symbol of winter, but also an emissary of spring. It is the bud of summer, the cradle of autumn and the undercurrent of life dormancy. Nothing can stop it from combining rigidity with softness, crossing seasons, transcending time and space, at the source of a poem, going downstream and heading for the vast sea.

9. Life is like a cradle. Even if it is calm, it is choppy.

10, grandma is singing nursery rhymes and rocking the cradle gently.