Holding mother's hand in classical Chinese

1. Take mom's hand and cross the road. Look at the answer 1. In the first paragraph, it says "The mother of flowers can't help it", and in the seventh paragraph, it says "Surprise flashed in her eyes".

(1) Why can't mothers help themselves? (2 points)

(2) Why is there a surprise in the mother's eyes? (2 points)

2. What is the reason for the fourth paragraph "My heart is trembling"? (2 points)

3. What did I do when I went home at the weekend? Please summarize it in concise language into three points. (No more than 8 words per minute) (3 points)

Paragraph 6 says that many aspects have changed, except for mother's "holding hands is still so clever". What techniques are used in this article? What is the role in expression? (2 points) 5. The following statement is inconsistent with the original intention () (2 points).

A, the focus of this composition is to write "I" to lead my mother across the road. The article also recalled the scene when my mother led me across the street when I was a child.

B, the mother in the article is not only the mother of "I", but also the mother of everyone, including readers, and a symbol of our great motherland.

C, this paper is narrative-oriented, selects life fragments, and there are fiery feelings between the lines. The language is unpretentious.

D, the article uses two figurative sentences in the first and second paragraphs, which vividly shows the mother's joy, satisfaction and joy, and enhances the appeal of the article.

6. This article is very touching.

(1) What do you think moved you the most?

(2) What inspiration or education have you received? (2 points)

1, (1) I saw my son go home to visit himself with his wife and children. (2) I feel that my son is sensible.

2. What a familiar action "I" saw.

3.( 1) Go shopping with mom. (2) Listen to your mother. (3) lead the mother to cross the road.

4. Contrast technology. It highlights the deep affection of a mother who loves her son.

5、B

6.( 1) My mother led my little hand across the road, and I led my mother across the road. (2) Honor the elderly and parents and carry forward the traditional virtues of the Chinese nation.

2. What is the content of the poem "Holding Mother's Hand"? Holding Mother's Hand (Prose) Mother is ill and has a terrible stomachache. Sometimes it is heavy, sometimes it is light. I quickly took her to see a doctor.

The doctor suspected that something had grown in his stomach and said that he needed a gastroscope. I know that gastroscope is a very uncomfortable examination. Insert a long tube from the mouth into the stomach. Many big men can't stand it. Can a mother in her seventies stand it? But in order to cure the disease, she had to endure it.

I asked my mother to sit in the chair next to me and wait. I went to the price room to pay the inspection fee. There were so many people paying that I had to wait in line quietly.

When I turned around, I saw my mother curled up in a chair, with such a short figure, a chubby face, flabby muscles due to rapid weight loss, and vacillating eyes, at a loss. The whole person seems like a helpless child waiting for the help of an adult. Suddenly, my nose ached and my tears almost fell.

Is this the mother who raised me as a baby? Is this the woman who raised seven children with a petite body? Looking back, what a beautiful flower it was! What a vivid life it is! The gastroscopy was on the third floor, and my mother followed me trembling up the stairs. I quickly took my mother's hand. Oh, mom's hands are so cold! But I know in my heart that this has nothing to do with the season.

Helping my mother climb the stairs slowly step by step, I suddenly had an illusion. Time seems to go back, my mother and I went back to the past. I am pulling my mother's warm and powerful hand, and I am pulling my cold and thin hand.

We are climbing a mountain, step by step, step by step, so from spring to summer, from autumn to winter, through the sun, through the wind and rain, through more than 30 years. Now, we have reached a new stage. It seems that I was raised by my mother step by step.

Finally boarded the third floor, in front of me is a long corridor leading to the gastroscope room. I deliberately didn't let go of my mother's hand. Yes, it was well thought out and planned for a long time.

I don't remember when I no longer need my mother's hand, so I haven't held hands with my mother for a long time. Although I am my mother's youngest daughter, it may be because I have been studying abroad independently since I was a child, it may be because I am shy and introverted, and it is more likely that my mother has never stopped working all day and has no leisure time at all. I refuse to spoil my mother's happiness from morning till night. Although I have a strong desire in my heart, I have never turned it into reality.

So today, I took my mother's hand through the long corridor. Because I understand what the other end of the corridor means to my mother at this moment: maybe it is a sigh of relief, maybe it is a severe test, in short, it is another solemn verdict on my mother's life in her seventies.

So I want to hold my mother's hand, * * * to this point in life, * * * through this test of life, just like my mother holding my hand through one examination room after another. Of course, it is also because at this moment I have deeply felt that my mother needs my hand to pull.

I'm glad to finally hold my mother's hand today! Although it is in such a situation that none of us want to see it. I really can't bear to describe the pain my mother suffered next.

The final result finally came out. Fortunately, it's not an incurable disease, but it's a severe gastric ulcer. I secretly breathed a sigh of relief and put a burden on my mother.

Yes, how can a mother who has worked hard all her life and experienced many vicissitudes withstand any wind and rain in her later years? God has eyes! Holding a lot of medicine, I sent my mother home. As it's not too late, I have to rush to work.

Just about to go out, my mother, who never talked about food and clothing, suddenly asked, "What's for lunch?" I am stupefied. "Today is your birthday!" Oh, my God, what time is it? You are still thinking about your daughter's birthday! Turning around, tears welled up in my eyes.

3. Child, Holding Mother's Hand Author's Inscription: In the past, when I was young, my mother held my hand, and my hand was in my mother's hand, walking through spring and summer, going through winter and autumn; Now, my mother is old, I hold her hand, and my mother's hand is in mine. After spring and summer, I will spend winter and autumn.

Hold my mother's hand tightly ● The village head is particularly cold these days, and the weather forecast is often MINUS seven or eight degrees. Cold weather that lasts for many days like this is really rare in recent years. In the afternoon, the sun, which had not been seen for several days, finally showed his face, and the tip of his nose slightly eased the threatening chill.

During this period, I took my mother out of the house and walked around the street, stretching the bones and muscles that I had been depressed for a few days. There is still ice in some places on the street, which will slip if you are not careful.

I hold my mother, hold her hand tightly, choose some dry places to stay, and take every step carefully. As far as I can remember, my mother has aged very fast in recent years. In a blink of an eye, my mother was full of white hair and her back became more and more camel.

After my father died, my mother stayed with me for a while, but because I was always worried about my family, I often clamored to go back. Later, my sister and I discussed with the old man that he could live there if he wanted.

In this way, my mother sometimes stays at home with my sister and sometimes comes to accompany me. My mother is in good health, but there is nothing serious wrong with her. She has become more and more forgetful in recent years.

What you have just done is forgotten in the blink of an eye, and what happened decades ago is clearly remembered, and sometimes words and deeds are different. Where her old man lives, the mirror must be covered, otherwise she always feels that someone has a hard time with her and often sees her bickering with herself in the mirror. Doctors say this is a typical manifestation of Alzheimer's disease.

In order to treat my mother, our family found a lot of medicine, and my mother was impatient. I don't know if the medicine didn't have much effect or if my mother was mentally ill, but it didn't have obvious effect. Mother's character is introverted and sometimes almost withdrawn.

For decades, I have been reluctant to talk, whether outside or at home, whether to strangers or close friends. We often tell my mother that the elderly must be more active, talk more and participate in social activities, but she just ignores your stubbornness and still goes her own way, sometimes making our whole family jump around with anger.

When my father was around, every time I saw us enlighten my mother, I smiled and said, "Forget it, don't waste time. She was born with this temper and can't change it! " I think mom's personality is an obstacle to treating Alzheimer's disease. Anyway, we must find a way to make her old man talk more and exercise more! Walking with my mother, I have an indescribable feeling in my heart, which often makes me feel extremely warm and trembling. Holding my mother's hand, every step my mother takes will remind me of many things.

When I was a child, my mother often took my chubby little hand to eat, go to school and buy clothes. At that time, my little hand was in my mother's big hand, and my mother held me in her warm hand. Year after year, I grew up year after year

For this reason, my mother doesn't know how much she has suffered and how much she is tired, but she has no regrets. Now, my mother is old and needs someone to take care of her daily life. It's my turn to put her boring hand in mine and hold her carefully, go downstairs, cross the road and take a walk.

Similarly, I have no regrets to accompany my mother through spring and summer, through autumn and winter, through year after year. I remember when I was in the first grade of primary school, one summer vacation, my mother went to my grandmother's house to pick me up and go back to Tanghe to go to school. I can't forget an interesting thing that happened on the way, and it is still vivid in my mind.

After breakfast that day, I said goodbye to my grandmother and rode my bike with my mother. It's more than 50 kilometers from my grandmother's little Guo Zhuang to tanghe county City. After passing through a place called Tongzhaipu, my menstruation goes to work in the health clinic. My mother and I plan to get there at noon.

At that time, there was no road, and a country road was bumpy. My mother took me by bike, and it was difficult to walk. Because I was young, my mother asked me to sit on the front bumper of my bike. The bumpy dirt road made me sit for a long time and hurt a little. I couldn't stop wriggling in the car, which made it more difficult for my mother to ride a bike.

Seeing that the sun is almost overhead, but there is still a long way to go before menstruation, my mother and I are a little worried. Walking to a place called Big Chen Zhuang, I watched my mother riding a bicycle sweating and panting, so I wanted to help her.

While telling my mother a story, I shouted the song "one, two, one, two" and rocked back and forth in the car, hoping that my mother could borrow my strength to save some strength. Who knows that because the broken road was too bumpy, my mother didn't hold the handlebar steady for a while under my shaking. As soon as the car turned, my mother and I rushed out of the road with the car and planted it in a ditch on the side of the road.

There is a ditch in the ditch. Fortunately, we didn't fall down after going down. It turns out that there is mud half a person deep underwater, and people and cars are trapped in the mud. My mother, regardless of herself, quickly held me in her arms and looked at this and that for fear of falling down. She discovered that there was nothing wrong with me, patted me on the head and scolded, "Boy, what are you shaking in the car!" " I wiped my face with a muddy hand and smiled and said to my mother, "Mom, I'm a hindrance to you!" " ""use your ghost, use it in the ditch. "

My mother got out of the car with a smile, stood in waist-deep mud, pulled me out of the car and moved to the ditch step by step. At this time, an aunt in the village happened to pass by and saw us fall into the ditch. She hurried to help her mother pull me out of the ditch, and then pulled the car up with her mother.

That aunt is very kind. Seeing that our mother and son were like a drowned rat, she hurried home to get clothes for us to change into and kept us going to her house for dinner. Mother said, "Thank you very much. Aunt's house is just ahead. Let's pack up and go. "

Mother and aunt washed the car together, washed the clothes in the ditch, wrung them out and dried them in the sun, put on the aunt's clothes, thanked the enthusiastic aunt and set off again. Later, I didn't dare to shake all the way in the car and went home honestly.

For many years, whenever I told my family about this experience, my mother always.

4. Read "Mom's Hand" and answer mom's hand.

Mother's hands are rough, and several obvious blue veins can be seen on the back of her hand. At first glance, you will think that this is nothing unusual, but these hands make me envy.

There is a useless clearing in front of my house, which is overgrown with weeds and dry. Mother took a shovel and dug it up at once. In less than a meal, these hands turned this small piece of barren land into a vegetable field.

Usually, these hands never rest and serve their families constantly. Shopping, cooking, sewing, mopping the floor and cleaning the room are all covered at home.

Mother's hands are not only diligent, but also dexterous. Cut a piece of cloth into a skirt with novel style; An old suit can be pieced together and replaced with a new one I like; Several balls of thread were woven into a beautiful sweater. One day in autumn, my mother was knitting a sweater for me, and I watched.

Look carefully. Needle by needle, the needle looks so cheerful, and every movement is so skilled and accurate that I am dumbfounded!

Mom's hands are both ordinary and unusual. I love mom's hands!

1. Where are mom's ordinary hands?

In addition to hard work, mother's use is not ordinary. What's unusual about this?

1. Where are mom's ordinary hands?

A: The common performance of a mother's hand is that her hand is rough, and several obvious blue veins can be seen on the back of her hand.

Apart from hard work, mom's use is unusual. What's unusual about this?

A: My mother brought a shovel and finished it at once. In less than a meal, these hands turned this small piece of barren land into a vegetable field. Mother's hands are not only diligent, but also dexterous. Cut a piece of cloth into a skirt with novel style; An old suit can be pieced together and replaced with a new one I like; Several balls of thread were woven into a beautiful sweater. Hand from one needle to another, the needle looks so cheerful, and every movement is so skilled and accurate.

Forty years is like a dream, and what emerges in tears is my mother's haggard face and determined eyes. Function: connecting the preceding with the following.

Answer around "concrete image" or "detailed description" or "vivid words"

Example 1: Using the rhetorical method of metaphor, the shape and degree of cracks are vividly written by "opening the red mouth". Example 2: The mother's cracked hand is vividly depicted by using detailed description.

Example 3: Words such as "full", "open", "red" and "small mouth" accurately describe the number and appearance of cracks on mother's hands.

5. Praise the mother's ancient prose 1, "Wandering"-Meng Jiao in Tang Dynasty

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?

The kind mother is holding a needle and thread in her hand, making new clothes for the children who are going on a long trip. Before leaving, he sewed the needle tightly for fear that his son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who said that a weak and filial person can repay the kindness of such a loving mother as Chunhui Puze?

2. Night Crying in Ciwu-Bai Juyi in Tang Dynasty

The second time I lost my mother, I vomited because I was dumb. Don't fly day and night, keep the old forest old. Crying in the middle of the night every night, everyone who smells it will be moved.

If you tell me in your voice, you won't give back to your heart. A hundred birds have no mother, but they are very sad. What makes you sad should be your mother's kindness.

Once upon a time, there was a Wu Qizhe whose mother died. What disciple, the heart is not as good as a bird. The second thing gives the second thing, and the bird once applied.

Jiwu lost his mother and kept crying sadly. I stayed in the old forest in the morning and evening and refused to fly away all the year round. Crying in the middle of the night every day, everyone who hears it can't help crying.

Ciwu's crying seems to be lamenting that he failed to fulfill his duty of timely feeding back filial piety. Don't other birds have mothers? Why are you so sad just because of Jiwu? Your mother's kindness must be so deep that you can't bear it!

Once upon a time, there was a man named Wu Qi. His mother died, but there was no mourning. Alas, such people, their hearts are really worse than animals! Jiwu, Jiwu! You are a great bird!

3. "Picture 1 of Xuan Mo"-Wang Mian in Yuan Dynasty

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.

Bright day lilies are 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.

4. Guo Feng Li Feng Kai Feng-Anonymous in Pre-Qin Dynasty

The wind blew from the south, blowing his spine. I want to die, and my mother has a reward. The wind blows from the south, and the wind blows from the other side. God, I have no family.

Is there any cold in the spring? Under Xun. With seven children, my mother is very hard. The yellow bird, with its voice. There are seven children, don't comfort your mother.

A breeze from the south blows the buds of jujube trees. Jujube trees are tender and strong, and mothers are busy raising children. The south wind is warm, and jujube trees grow into firewood. The mother is reasonable and kind, and she doesn't blame her if her son is not good.

Cold spring water is cool, and the source is next to Junyi. The mother raised seven children, and the son grew into a tired mother. The yellowbird is singing euphemistically. It's so beautiful and noisy. It is difficult to comfort a mother who has raised seven children.

5. Arriving home at the end of the year-Jiang Shiquan in Qing Dynasty

I love my son endlessly, and I'm glad to go home. Cold clothes are needle and thread, and letters from home are ink stains.

If you encounter pity, you will ask for it. I am ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh.

There is no end to loving your son, and the happiest thing is that the wanderer returns in time. The stitches for sewing the cold clothes are dense, and the handwriting and ink on the family letter are as new as new.

Seeing that my son has lost weight, my mother felt distressed and called me to ask about the difficulty of the journey. Mom, my son has always been ashamed of you. He won't have the heart to tell the story of his wandering.

6. Answer 1 to the essay "Crossing the Road by Holding Mother's Hand". Please fill in the appropriate content for the second paragraph () according to "many old trees", limited to 4 words. A: There are many old sayings.

Please describe your mother accurately in the sixth paragraph (). Answer: into a pair of rough hands, dry and deep.

What did "I" say to "Mom" at the horizontal line in the seventh paragraph? Please design a sentence. A: When I was a child, you led me every time I crossed the street. Let me lead you when you cross the street today!

Please write another figurative sentence at the ellipsis in the seventh paragraph. A: It's like a candidate putting nomination first.

5. The article was written twice. Please summarize it in concise language. Answer: (1): My mother led me across the road; I led my mother across the street.

7. Read Touch Mom's Hand after class.

As long as I can remember,

Mom's hands are white.

Well developed. Not only like it

These hands will do, too

one

Twisted wool

Become a fashionable hairstyle.

Clothes; Can make countless kinds of food

Materials become delicious food;

Can change a messy room

Orderly ... most

What matters is this pair.

Hold me tightly in both hands,

Light and rain.

Touch the mother's hand

Kouqinli

Walk through the sunshine with me

Yes, when I was a child, I liked to hold my mother's hand tightly. Those hands are warm and soft, as warm as the sun and as soft as the spring breeze. It was these hands that gave me a happy new year. However, with the increase of age,

Dragon, busy studying, I gradually ignored those who held my hand tightly until that.

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I didn't know what it was like until the afternoon in winter.

Hands.

What good hands! Towing chain/fine

Thin, morbid pallor appears bloodless under the irradiation of winter sunshine, which makes the knuckles red and swollen, especially shocking, and immediately makes my heart tight.

"Nothing," mother withdrew her hand.

Smile gently. "My hands are frostbitten, which was an old problem many years ago." Years ago! Why did I just know today? Come to think of it, how many years have I been touching these hands? Time goes by, don't I love my mother?

And indifference?

Surprised and ashamed to think of it, I looked at my mother anxiously. My mother blushed, shook her head and repeatedly said, "It's not a tournament hall for big I."

Get out of the way, get out of the way, don't believe me.

Look! "Then she pushed hard.

Rub your hands slowly. "ah!"

With a light shout, act

It stopped. I followed her.

Looking around, I found it was frozen.

Blood flowed from the crack.

Silk. We are in a hurry.

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After dealing with the wound, I again

Gently touched the mother's.

Hands.

Cold and stiff. But I know

Tao, this cold ass must be as warm as the sun; Behind this rigidity must be the softness like spring breeze ... and the hands that I touched when I was a child.

That day, I insisted on washing all the dishes. I still remember the biting cold. But my mother's hands are silently experiencing this cold every winter. This is a hand as warm as the sun! Hands as soft as spring breeze! A hand full of heavy maternal love!

In my mother's tears of relief, I saw two hands holding hands tightly. Yes, I will} I don't.

Hold these hands tightly and never let go. ...