Meng Jiao
The midline of the loving mother's hand,
The tramp put on his clothes.
Close the seam before leaving,
I'm afraid I will be late.
Who is careless,
Make three spring scenery.
[Notes]
1. Wanderer: Wanderer, guest outside. Yin, the name of a poem.
2. inch of grass: it symbolizes children here.
3. Heart: The trunk of vegetation is called the heart. The word "heart" is a pun here.
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[Brief analysis]
This is a kind and sincere ode to maternal love. Under the heading, the author notes "Mu Ying Li Shangyin". 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. This poem was written when he was an official in Liyang.
The first two sentences, "thread in the hands of a loving mother makes clothes for her wayward boy's body", closely link "loving mother" and "wandering son" with two very common things, and write the flesh-and-blood feelings of mother and child. Three or four sentences, "She sewed carefully and mended thoroughly, fearing that the delay would make him go home late", deepened this kind of flesh-and-blood affection by describing the actions and psychology of loving mother making clothes for wanderers. The mother sewed thousands of stitches for fear that her son would "delay" and could not come back. Great maternal love is naturally revealed through the details of daily life. The first four sentences are very simple, without any modification, but the image of loving mother is really touching.
The last two sentences, "Only an inch of grass has a little affection, and three wisps of spring scenery are appreciated", are the author's heartfelt eulogies of love for his mother. These two sentences adopt the traditional contrast method: a daughter is like grass, and a mother's love is like spring sunshine. How can a daughter repay a mother's love in case? The contrast and metaphor of images entrust the son's heartfelt love for his loving mother.
This poem artistically reproduces the ordinary and great beauty of human nature that people feel, so it has won strong praise from countless readers for thousands of years. Until the Qing Dynasty, two poets in Liyang sang such a poem: "My father's books are full of laundry, and the bus is full of me" (Shi Qisheng's "Writing about my bosom"), "How many tears I always shed, dyed my hands and sewed clothes" (Peng Gui's "Visiting my mother for the first time"), which shows that this poem left a deep impression on future generations.
2. What maternal love poems written by Du Fu are "homeless"?
Du Fu (Tang)
After the lonely Tianbao, the garden is full of Artemisia ordosica.
I live in 100 families, and everything is in a mess.
There is no news of the survivors, and the dead are dust and mud.
Because of the defeat, the bitch came back to find the old way.
After a long walk, I saw an empty lane, and it was thin and miserable.
But for Kitsune to tanuki, my hair stands on end.
What are the neighbors? One or two widowed women.
Love birds and branches, quiet and poor.
Fang Chun hoes alone and irrigates at dusk.
The county magistrate knew I was here, so he called to learn drum shovel.
Although he served in the state, he had no one to take care of.
When you get close, you will get lost.
There are swings everywhere in my hometown, and the distance is neat.
A mother who is always in pain and has been ill for a long time, appoints a ditch flow for five years.
I was born weak and sour about life.
Life is homeless, why is it steaming!
The narrator of the narrative poem The Homeless is not the author, but the hero in the poem. The hero is a single man, and he was called up again. Nobody can say goodbye to him, and nobody can say goodbye. However, when he embarked on the journey, he couldn't help talking to himself, as if to tell God that he was homeless.
From the beginning to the fourteen sentences in Widow One Two, I have been writing what I saw and heard when I went back to my hometown after the chaos. In the middle, I inserted a sentence, "Bitch returned to find a new way because of the defeat of the war", which divided this long paragraph into two short paragraphs. Some time ago, I started from tracing the story and wrote that the soldier who claimed to be a "cheap son" returned to his hometown and saw that his hometown was unrecognizable and desolate, so he fondled the present and recalled the past, roughly telling the changes in his hometown. These two sentences were written today, "after loneliness, the garden is full of Artemisia ordosica."
But behind it lies the past. After Tianbao is like this, then you will think of the situation before Tianbao. So naturally leads to the next two sentences. At that time, "there were more than 100 households in my family", and it should be in the garden, and chickens and dogs heard each other. Of course, it is not lonely: The Queen of Tianbao is troubled by the secular world, living in a different place, the garden and house are deserted, and Artemisia (weeds) are overgrown, so it is naturally lonely. The word "loneliness" is used at the beginning to render the scene of depression everywhere and show the sad mood of the protagonist.
Set the tone for the whole poem. The word "chaos in the world" echoes "Tianbaohou", writing out the reasons for the changes in ancient and modern times, and also pointing out the roots of "homelessness" and "parting". The phrase "there is no news of the living, and the dead are all dust and mud" comes from "everything is in chaos", such as the sigh of "I", which strongly expresses the hero's sadness.
3. Poems and ancient poems about maternal love The poems and ancient poems about maternal love are as follows:
1. Bai Juyi's "Yan Shi Xian Liu Sao" in Tang Dynasty
There is Shuang Yan on the beam, a male and a female. Between two rafters, a nest gave birth to Si Er. Si Er is a long day and night, and the voice of asking for food is diligent. Caterpillar is not easy to catch, and the yellow mouth has no heyday.
Paws are eager for us, but they are not tired. For a moment, I was afraid of hunger in my nest. After 30 days of hard work, mom's skinny chicken is getting fatter and fatter. Muttering, brushing sweaters one by one.
Once the wings are formed, lead them to the branch of the court. Raise your wings and fly in the wind without looking back. Men and women sing in the air, but their voices don't return. But to enter the empty nest and sing all night.
Yan Yan, don't be sad, but think about yourself. Imagine yourself as a young day, flying high and carrying your mother. At that time, my parents thought that I should know today.
2. The October 28th Storm by Lu You in the Song Dynasty.
The wind rages to pull up the wood, and the rain storms to lift the house. The wind turns the waves and the rain falls on the axle. Dare to open the door, you can't blow out the candles. It's just that the gully flow has risen and the potential has leveled off.
Try to stay in Maili, hoping to mature next year; One is full, and five are poor. South neighbors are even more unforgettable, and Budong has not been redeemed; In the Ming Dynasty, mother and son wept at each other.
Lu You's anti-Japanese war thought was excluded by the establishment at this time, and his life was miserable. But he firmly believed in himself and did not go along with the court dignitaries. Through this poem, he contrasted and accused the unreasonable phenomena of the disparity between the rich and the poor and the difference in bitterness and joy, which is the legacy of Du Fu's "Zhu Men's wine and meat stink, and the road has frozen bones".
Lu You (1125—1210) is famous for his word service concept. Han nationality, a native of Yinshan, Yuezhou (now Shaoxing, Zhejiang), was a famous poet in the Southern Song Dynasty. When I was young, I was influenced by patriotic thoughts at home. When Emperor Gaozong was young, I should try it, which Qin Gui admired. Filial piety makes a scholar. Middle-aged into Shu, devoted to military life, the official to Baozhangge to be built. Retire to another country in his later years. There are more than 9,000 poems written today, which are extremely rich in content. He is the author of Poems of Jiannan, Collected Works of Weinan, Book of Southern Tang Dynasty, Notes on Old Ann Studies, etc.
4. Write a poem about maternal love. After thirty days' hard work, my mother is getting fatter and fatter. -Bai Juyi's "Yan Shi shows Liu Chao"
And grandma didn't go, and there was no skirt in and out. -Du Fu's Stone Trench
If you encounter pity, you will ask for it. -Jiang Shiquan's "Arriving Home at the End of the Year"
Muttering, brushing sweaters one by one. -Bai Juyi's "Yan Shi shows Liu Chao"
The old mother and son left without saying goodbye and cried among the weeds. -Li Bai's Yu Zhanghang
You are in town, and the sage returns the favor to the mirror and kisses the Buddha lamp. -Dong Li's "Thank you for sending Ji Yi Situ Xianggong"
The white gods in the west are scared when they see it, and the mother gods will cry. -Li He's "Spring Square Zhengzi Sword Song"
I love my son endlessly, and I'm glad to go home. -Jiang Shiquan's "Arriving Home at the End of the Year"
5. The poem about maternal love is 1. Only when my parents came did I know that the two places were separated, and it was like dying to pay attention to clothes. _ _ _ _ Wang Jian's Crossing the Liao River
2, male and female empty singing, the sound does not return. _ _ _ _ Bai Juyi's Yan Shixiu Liu Chao
3, the mother is not a child, the child is not a mother, and there is no light crying during the day. _ _ _ _ Bai Juyi's mother's other son
After thirty days of hard work, mom's skinny chicken is getting fatter and fatter. _ _ _ _ Bai Juyi's Yan Shixiu Liu Chao
5, the Ming dynasty was empty, and the mother and son cried. _ _ _ _ Lu You1The storm on October 28th.
6, the old mother and son don't, between the weeds. _ _ _ _ Li Bai's Yu Zhanghang
7, mumbling to teach words, brushing sweaters one by one. _ _ _ _ Bai Juyi's Yan Shi Liu Sou
8. Hill was a young day when he flew back to his mother. _ _ _ _ Bai Juyi's Yan Shi Liu Sou
9. A granddaughter didn't go and went in and out naked. _ _ _ _ Du Fu's Shi Qu Guan
10, 15 years of colorful clothes, before trying to be a loving mother. _ _ _ _ Meng Haoran's "Send Zhang Jing to Jingzhou"
6. Poems about maternal love, 1, but how much love does this inch of grass have, and it was rewarded with three spring rays? -Don Meng Jiao's Wandering Sons
Interpretation: Who dares to say that children are weak and filial as grass, and they can repay the kindness of loving mothers like Chunhui Puze?
2. My parents didn't know that they were separated until they came. Paying attention to clothes was like dying. -Don Wang Jian's Crossing the Liao River
Interpretation: When I went to war, my parents knew that it would be difficult to get together again in this life, so they asked me to get dressed again, as if mourning for my death.
3, heavy sewing can not bear to take lightly, with the old thread of loving mother on it. -Qing Zhou Shouchang, "Drying Old Clothes"
Interpretation: I want to make it up again, but I can't bear to open the old clothes easily and change the position of the old cloth. For my son, every stitch in this old dress contains the love of my mother.
4, bow down to the mother river beam, tears flow. -Huang Qing Ren Jing's "Don't be an old mother"
Commentary: Because I'm going to He Liang to make a living, I opened the curtain and reluctantly said goodbye to my old mother. Seeing my white-haired old mother, I couldn't help crying and my tears dried up.
5, you are good to your mother, but you are willing to be like a person. -Tang Baorong's "Go to Laoshan and Stay in Meng Jiao"
Interpretation: Only by obeying the mother's wishes can we be worthy of the mother's nurturing grace and a person.
6, the old white-headed mother covered the door, and the sleeve was broken. -Don Han Yu's Whose Son
Interpretation: The white-haired old mother closed the door and cried, even if she broke her sleeves, she couldn't stay.
7. Frosted reed flowers shed tears and wet clothes, and their heads are helpless. -Song Yugong "Missing Mother"
Interpretation: Seeing the autumn frost blowing reeds all over the sky, I shed sad tears. My white-haired old mother will never look forward to my visit at the door again. Chai Men, a person who relies on the old to sell the old.
7. What poems does the poet Du Fu praise his mother's virtue? The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother makes 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's Wandering Sons loves a mother's love. Zhao is the Crown Prince. The dragon and tiger are different every day, and the dog looks forward to the eagle.
If there is no six-foot lonely soul under the knee, a Zhao may not be born. At night, the ghost lights are blurred, and the snow leaks more than four drums.
A hundred officials don't hold Dong Hu's pen, so why do widowed wives shout? What's more, Han Wangjin stabbed a silver axe in front of the bed, which was a disaster. -Yang Weizhen "Motherly Love" Your pale fingertips manage my sideburns. I can't help holding on to your skirt like when I was a child. My mother tried to keep you from disappearing. Although the morning light has cut my dream into smoke, I still dare not open my eyes for a long time. I still cherish that bright red scarf, for fear that washing it will make it lose your unique warmth. The running water of my mother's years is as heartless as it is afraid of fading memories. How dare I open its screen easily? I cried to you for a thorn. Now I wear a watch and dare not moan. Mom, I often look up at your photos sadly. Even if I call for penetrating the loess, how dare I disturb your sleep? I dare not show the sacrifice of love like this. Although I have written many songs for flowers, the sea and the dawn, my sweet, soft and profound memory of my mother is not a torrent or a waterfall, but a dry well that can't be sung among flowers and trees-Shu Ting's mother has traveled all over Qian Shan, seen the ups and downs, experienced ups and downs, tasted ups and downs, and always felt that your arms were the warmest! No matter how far I go, I will always be attached to my heart.
My growth is a bar engraved on your forehead; My indulgence is a vertical bar engraved on your eyebrows; My happiness is the fishtail carved in the corner of your eye; My success is a dimple engraved on your lips, mom, you have worked hard! Mountain, not as high as maternal love; Sea, not as deep as maternal love; God, love without a mother is vast; Naturally, there is no mother's love and tolerance; Sunshine is not as warm as maternal love; Let's wish our mother health and happiness! My mother, like the moon, shines on the doors and windows of my house, how holy and kind, shining with the light of love. For the sake of children, I am not afraid of dark clouds, give me warmth and encourage me to go up.
Mom, I love you, I love you, you are great! Mother is like a star, shining on the doors and windows of my house. How holy and kind she is, shining with the light of love. She is not a cloud, because she will not go with the wind; She is not a wave, because she won't go with the flow.
She is love-maternal love, I wish all mothers happiness! The wind and rain outside torment me, and the warm sunshine inside warms me, because I have you inside, and I will always love your mother! There are your stories and my laughter in the blue light of childhood! Time flies, we grow up in the warm care of our mother, who always sends us warmth in time, so that we can always maintain our character in a complicated world without losing the innocence at the beginning of our lives. When I am proud, my mother may not be able to share the joy of success with me.
But her innocent teaching always keeps me from losing myself. When I am frustrated, my mother will be by my side.
Her encouragement and comfort always help me find myself in adversity.
8. What are the poems about maternal love?
Tang Dynasty: Meng Jiao
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?
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A loving mother makes clothes for her long-distance son with a needle and thread in her hand. Before leaving, he sewed a needle tightly for fear that his son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.
Who can say that a child's filial piety as weak as grass can repay the kindness of such a loving mother as Chunhui Puze?
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Yuan Dynasty: Wang Mian
Brilliant day lily flowers, Luosheng North Hall.
The south wind blows the heart, for whom do you vomit?
A loving mother leans against the door, but a wanderer cannot walk.
May the sun be sparse and the day be fearful.
Looking up at Yunlin, I am ashamed to listen to birds.
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Brilliant daylily was born under the North Hall. The south wind blows the day lily, swaying for whom to confide fragrance? A kind mother leaned against the door, expecting her child. It's hard for a wanderer to travel far away!
The support for parents is alienated every day, and the news of children is not reached every day. Looking up at a cloud forest, I am ashamed to hear the sound of the birds, and I still miss it.
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Song Dynasty: Gong Yu
Frost flowers and reeds shed tears and wet clothes, and their bald heads have no more to lean on.
Last May, Huang Meiyu Zeng Dian returned to his hometown as a cassock.
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How many times have I sat under the flowers and sucked? The red wall of the Milky Way is so far away to me. The star in front of me is not the star of last night. Who did I stand in the wind for all night? The lingering feelings are like silkworms, and the wandering heart is like a peeled banana.
Recalling the scene of a full moon night when she was fifteen, it's a pity that this cup of wine in my hand can't eliminate the sadness in my heart.
4. Birds
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
Who says many people's lives are insignificant? As common as flesh and blood.
I advise you not to pat a bird. My son will be in the nest waiting for his mother to come back.
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Who says the lives of these birds are insignificant? Everything in the universe has flesh and blood, and it is the same life. There is no more important truth.
I advise you not to hit the bird on the branch. The chicks are still in the nest waiting for their mother to come back. You can't kill several people with one stone!
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Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
The diameter of poplar flowers is covered with white felt, and the lotus leaves in the stream are stacked with green money.
No one has seen bamboo shoots, and the chicks on the beach sleep next to their mothers.
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Fragments of Yang Shuhua falling on the path are spread out like white felt, and lotus flowers are dotted on the stream, one after another, like copper coins.
Next to the bamboo shoots in the bamboo forest, no one noticed the tender bamboo shoots that just broke through the ground. The newly hatched duckling snuggled up to the mother duck and fell asleep sweetly on the beach.
9. Poems about maternal love, the Book of Songs, strong winds and strong winds are blowing from the south. The heart is dying, and the mother is hard. The wind blows thorns from the south. My mother's kindness, I have no one. Is there any cold in the spring? Xun has seven sons, and his mother has worked hard. I have a yellow bird, so I can convey her voice well. With seven sons, I don't comfort my mother. Yu traveled with Li Bai and Hu Feng to take the place of horses and guard the northern Luyangguan. Wu Bing Guan Hai Guan Xue asked when West would return it. Halfway through Liao and Jin, it will be miserable. The old mother and her son are separated, calling for weeds ... to sweep away the fierceness of the monarch. If you don't have feathers, you won't be afraid of danger and difficulties. If the ship flies like a whale, it will fall into the bay of stars. If you can't play this song, the temples of the three armed forces will become scenic spots. A loving mother in Meng Jiao made clothes for her wayward son's body with thread. She sewed them carefully and repaired them thoroughly, fearing that the delay would make him go home late, but an inch of grass won the glory of the third spring. Li Shangyin stopped to look around and trapped me in a Chu prison. From this, I shed tears. Motherly love has nothing to report, what can life expect! Bai Juyi, who was crying at night, lost his mother and was speechless. He didn't fly around day and night. He stayed in the forest for many years. He cries every night in the middle of the night, and he is touched on the chin. If his voice tells him that he has not returned his heart. All birds have no mothers, but they are sad. It should be that your mother is kind and heavy, which makes you sad. There was once a Wu Qizhe whose mother died. Go into the palace and call a Taoist priest. The white-haired old mother closed the door and broke her shirt and sleeves. Cui Mei, a 20-year-old bride, was sent home to cry all over the city. Yun wants to learn, while Mu is closely related to him. She is vulgar and ordinary, and she tries to take risks and blame her for taking your position. Although there are legends about immortals, everyone who knows them knows their stupidity. Sages can be bullied, but how can they die poor? Well, I mean it. Everything in the world is in chaos. There is no news of the survivors, and the dead are dust and mud. Because of the defeat in the battle, the bitch came back to find the old road. After walking for a while, she saw an empty lane and lived a miserable life. But for Kitsune to tanuki, she was angry with me. What are the neighbors? One or two old ladies. Love birds love this branch, they are quiet and poor. Fang Chun hoes alone, but also irrigates them at dusk. The county magistrate knew I was here and told them to learn drum shovel. Although they work in their own state, they have nothing to take away. They are all alone, but they are lost when they are far away. Their hometown is tired and the distance is neat. They will suffer from their sick mother forever, and they will be entrusted to ditches and streams for five years. "Thinking of Mother" Tang Shuang shed tears, but his bald head didn't rely on Chai Fei. Last May, in Huang Meiyu, he ordered the cassock to return to China.
10. What are the sad poems describing maternal love? On a snowy night in Chai Men, it's better to have children than nothing at this time. -Huang Jingren's "Don't be an old mother"
And grandma didn't go, and there was no skirt in and out. -Du Fu's Stone Trench
The Queen Mother of the West opened the window on the Yaochi; The voice of bamboo songs is very sad. -Li Shangyin's "Yaochi"
Put mother in the ditch and leave her home in the shade. -Wang Anshi's Tenth Five-Year Plan
The south wind blows the heart, for whom do you vomit? A loving mother leans against the door, but a wanderer cannot walk. -Wang Mian's "Figure 1 of Xuan Mo"
Imagine yourself as a young day, flying high and carrying your mother. -Bai Juyi's "Yan Shi shows Liu Chao"
The bow curtain goes to the mother river beam, and the tears are white. -Huang Jingren's "Don't be an old mother"
Caterpillar is not easy to catch, and the yellow mouth has no heyday. -Bai Juyi's "Yan Shi shows Liu Chao"
At that time, my parents thought that I should know today. -Bai Juyi's "Yan Shi shows Liu Chao"