Translation of the pictures of the night class

My mother's surname is Zhong, and her name is Ling Jia. She comes from a famous family in Nanchang, ranking ninth. When she was a child, she went to school with my grandfather with her brothers and married my father at the age of eighteen. At that time, my father was in his forties. He had a good sex life, loved to make friends, liked to give money to others, and gave them a lot of money, which made everything in the cabinets at home empty.

The family is often full of guests. My mother won the gold and jade jewelry and exchanged money for a banquet. The table was full of food and wine. After two years of marriage, I was born, and my family was even worse. She experienced a poor life, which others could not bear, but my mother was calm and did not look sad. Relatives and kin all praised her for her intelligence.

because of this, my father can go to the north to be an official again, and send my mother and me to my grandfather's house to live with them.

when I was four years old, my mother taught me a few words about the Four Books every day. Suffering from the fact that I was too young to pick up a pen, my mother cut bamboo branches into filaments, broke them, bent them into Chinese writing strokes, and put them together to form a word. She held me on her lap and taught me to read. I already know it, so I'll tear it down. Teach me ten words every day, and the next day, ask me to spell the words I know with bamboo silk until there are no mistakes.

at the age of six, my mother began to let me learn to write with a pen. My grandfather's family was never rich. After several years of famine, the harvest was not good and life was particularly embarrassing. At that time, the clothes, shoes and hats of my young servant and I were made by my mother. Mother is good at textile embroidery. Her embroidered pieces and finished products are taken to the market by young servants, and people always rush to buy them. Therefore, my young servant and I have always been neatly dressed, neither broken nor rotten.

My grandfather is tall with a white beard and likes drinking. When I was happy with the wine, I read aloud his poems and asked my mother to point out the shortcomings of the poems. Every time my mother pointed out that a word was inappropriate, my grandfather poured a glass of wine and drank it; After pointing out a few words, he stroked his beard and laughed happily, raised his glass and said loudly, "I didn't expect my old man to have such a good daughter!" " Then he touched my head and said, "Good boy! What will you repay your mother with in the future? " I was too young to answer, so I threw myself into my mother's arms and shed tears.

I remember when my mother taught me, all the tools for embroidery and textile were beside me, and there were books on her lap, so I could sit on her lap and read. My mother taught me to break sentences while she was weaving. The sound of my reading and the sound of rolling weaving are mixed with each other.

I was lax, so she hit me with a ruler, hit me, hugged me and cried, saying, "Son, how can I meet your father if you refuse to study at this time!" In the middle of the night, it was very cold. My mother sat on the bed, covered her feet with a quilt, unbuttoned her clothes, warmed my back with her chest and read with me. I was tired of reading and fell asleep in my mother's arms.

Soon, my mother shook me and said, "It's time to wake up!" I opened my eyes and saw my mother's face full of tears. I also began to cry. Soon, let me read again; I didn't go to bed until the first cock crow. My menstruation once said to my mother, "Sister, you have only one son, so why bother!" She replied: "It's easy to have more sons. There is only one son. If I don't improve in the future, who can I rely on!"

in Geng Xu, my grandmother was seriously ill. My mother waits on my grandmother, and she must taste all the soup, tea and food that the patients eat before giving it to her. Serve for forty days and nights, without looking tired. Before she died, her grandmother said with tears, "My daughter was weak, and now she is more tired than any elder brother to serve me, which really drags you down." One day my son-in-law comes back and says for me,' I have no other regrets when I die, but I hate not seeing my grandson get married'. I hope you can induce him well! " Then he died.

Mother was so sad that she didn't drink or eat for seven days. Relatives and neighbors, everyone praised her as a filial daughter at that time, and still say so.

when I was nine years old, my mother taught me to learn the Book of Rites, Zhouyi and Mao Shi, and I was able to recite them all. When she was free, she copied the poems of Tang and Song poets and taught me to recite ancient poems. Mother and I are both weak and sick. Whenever I get sick, my mother hugs me and walks around the room without sleeping. When I was a little better, she pointed to the poem posted on the wall and taught me to recite it in a low voice as a game.

when my mother is ill, I always sit by her pillow. My mother looked at me, often without saying a word, very sad, and I was attached to her sadly. I once asked her, "Mom, are you unhappy?" She said, "I am unhappy." "So how can I make my mother happy?" She said, "I'm glad you can recite what you read." So I endorsed it, and the sound of the book was mixed with the boiling sound of the medicine pot. Mother smiled and said, "Look, my illness is better!" " From then on, when my mother was ill, I took a book and read at her bedside, so that she would get well.

When I was ten years old, my father came home. A year later, my father took my mother and me out together and visited many places in Hebei, Shaanxi, Shanxi, Henan, Shandong, Jiangsu, Hunan and Hubei. When my father did something wrong, my mother must seriously persuade him with euphemistic words; When her father was angry and didn't listen to her, she held her breath. When her father calmed down, she repeatedly persuaded her to stop until her father listened to her.

Every time my father tries a serious case involving human life, my mother always pulls me to stand in front of his desk and says, "Don't forget, you still have such a son!" Father nodded frequently. My father was impatient when he urged me to study in a foreign apartment. When I was a little careless, he became angry and left me alone for a few days. My mother beat me with tears and told me to kneel on the ground and let me go after reading the book. I never felt tired. Therefore, I have never neglected my studies because of my fun, and my mother's education is therefore more strict.

after ten years, we returned to our hometown and settled down in Poyang county. I was nearly twenty years old at that time. In the second year, I married my wife Zhang. My mother treated my daughter-in-law as her own daughter and taught her to spin, weave, embroider and sew, just as she taught me to read when I was a child.

I was born for twenty-two years and never left my mother. Once, because I had to take a boy test and go back to my hometown of Lead Mountain to say goodbye to my mother, she didn't feel reluctant to leave me at all. Later, I was admitted to the scholar. The second year was Ding Maonian, who received the living allowance for the students. In autumn, I won a prize. When I came back to visit my mother, she showed a happy expression on her face. After living with my parents for twenty days, I went to the north.

every time my mother misses me, she always writes poems, but she doesn't send me any. In the second year, I failed in the exam and went home in September. In December, my father died. My mother cried her eyes out for more than a dozen times, and she wrote a eulogy to her father. There were more than 1 sentences in * * *, and the words were sincere, sincere and painful. Everyone who heard them, whether they were close to the old or young, had a choked voice and couldn't cry. This year, my mother was 43 years old.

An old painter from Nanchang came to Poyang. He is over eighty years old, with white hair over two ears, and he can paint people's faces. I asked him to draw a small portrait of my mother, so I asked my mother how to arrange the scenery around the portrait, and asked her, "What does mother use for entertainment and put these pictures on it to make her happy."

Mother said sadly, "Alas! Since I came to the Chiang family to be a daughter-in-law, I often feel sorry that I can't wait on my in-laws. Today, I have spent decades in sorrow and crying: crying for my mother, crying for my grandfather, crying for my son, crying for my daughter's short life, and now crying for my husband! What I lack is death, what's so happy about it! "

I knelt down and said, "Even so, did Mom think of anything happy that she hasn't got yet? I hope you will agree to draw it on this image, ok?" Mother said, "As long as my son and bride can be diligent, won't it be all right?" Teaching you to study at night in the sound of a loom is enough for my old woman. What other fun is there? "

So I retired from my mother and told the painter what she wanted. The painter painted a scene of autumn night: the hall was empty on all sides, with a bright lamp hanging in the middle; A tall phoenix tree outside the house, its shadow falls on the eaves; There is a loom in the middle of the room, which shows my mother sitting on the loom and my wife sitting next to her spinning wheel, rocking in the breeze and cool moonlight.

I drew this picture, and my mother saw it and liked it very much. Therefore, I specially wrote this brief account of my mother's hard-working life, in order to ask the adults who write books and encourage people to do good deeds, and write a perfect article accordingly.

Extended information:

A Picture of the Night Class of Ringing Machine is an essay written by Jiang Shiquan, a famous poet in China in the Qing Dynasty. This article tells the story of the author's feeling for his mother's hard work and asking an old painter in Nanchang to paint her mother's portrait. Including those who hang short hair, hold feather fans, and cook tea stones, then slave A Tong and little maid A Zhao Ye. "Tu Cheng, entitled" Map of the Night Class of Ming Machine ",and made a" Map of the Night Class of Ming Machine ",which recorded the reasons and process of drawing in detail.

Jiang's mother attached great importance to the early education of her children, read the lessons strictly and persistently, and finally made her son one of the "Three Masters of Jiangyou", which showed that Jiang's education was successful. However, this case may not have universal guiding significance in modern society.

another feature of this article is the combination of narration, description and lyricism, which contains emotion in narration and description. The full text mainly uses narrative language, but there are also many descriptions, such as the detailed description of "sleeping mother is pregnant" and the dialogue description of "mother is sick", which entrusts the author with deep affection in the description and narration. Every word comes from the heart, and every word is love.

Reference: Baidu Encyclopedia-Illustrated Night Class of Ming Machine.