What rhyme does the grass sing?

If I were a grass, I would nourish the earth.

If I were a grass, I would blossom.

If I were a grass, I would be a pearl in the desert.

If I were a grass, I would give birth to many grasses to share my worries about Mother Earth.

Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. But how much love does an inch of grass have, and what does it mean to get three spring rays?

A traveler's song

Author: Meng Jiao era: Tang genre: Yuefu.

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?

Precautions:

1, nothing grows: the metaphor is very small.

2. Sanchunhui: Sanchun refers to Meng Chun, Zhongchun and Ji Chun in spring; Hui, sunshine; Describe maternal love as warm as spring.

? Sunshine.

Rhyme translation:

The kind mother has a needle and thread in her hand.

In order to make new clothes for children who travel far away.

Before she left, she was busy sewing.

It's really worrying that the child will never come back.

Who can say a little grass-like filial piety,

Can you repay the kindness of a loving mother like Chunhui?

Comments:

? This is an ode to maternal love. This poem eulogizes the great beauty of human nature-maternal love.

? In the first two sentences of the poem, the person written is mother and son, and the thing written is thread and clothes, but it is pointed out that mother and son depend on each other.

The flesh-and-blood love of life. The two sentences in the middle focus on the actions and attitudes of loving the mother, showing the deep commitment of the mother to her son.

Love. Although there are no words and no tears, it is full of pure love, which is exciting and makes people cry. The last two sentences are the first.

The sublimation of the four sentences, with the metaphor of popular images, entrusted the enthusiasm of the childlike love and the motherly love like spring.

How can you repay your children in case?

? There is no flowery rhetoric or clever carving in the whole poem, and it is full of richness in the fresh, smooth and plain language.

Rich and mellow poetry, sincere and sincere, has touched the heartstrings of many readers for thousands of years and caused thousands of wanderers to sing.

Make a poem out of white clouds or grass. Words should rhyme simply. It is best to use time words like "when I was a child, when I grew up, now". Thank you, 40 points.

Sun, hello Weiwei-. He sees the most things, hears the most stories and knows the most things. Knowing that children like to play by the river, he releases light and heat to melt the snow on the top of the mountain and let clear water flow in the river. Knowing that children like to play in the Woods, they give off light and heat, make trees green and sprout, and make the earth green and active. Knowing that children love fruits, they give off light and warmth, which makes Gua Tian grow honey and make the fruit forest full of sweetness. Knowing that children like flowers, they give off light, give off warmth, make flowers bloom, and let the earth scatter fragrance everywhere. Knowing that a child likes birds, he gives off light and warmth. When the sunshine and warmth moisten the birds' voices, they inject full love into the praise of nature. The sun, he has reached every corner of the world, he has seen all the good things in the world, and he has seen all the bad things in the world; He has seen all the beautiful things in the world and all the ugly things in the world. The sun likes good people. The sun likes hardworking people. The sun likes smart people. The sun likes brave people. The sun loves children best. He loves all the children who come down to bask in the sun, white children and yellow children; Children who love dark skin and children who love brown skin. Because he can pin the hope of human ideals on children. "Hello, Sun!" Asian children welcome the sun; "Hello, Sun!" Europa's children welcome the sun; "Hello, Sun!" African children welcome the sun; "Hello, Sun!" Amelia's children welcome the sun. "Hello, children!" Children, do you hear the sun? Do you hear the sun greeting you? Prose Poetry: Beautiful Spring 2009-12-1515: 08 Source: Giant Composition Author: Hu [print] [comment] Winter goes and spring comes. The light green grass quietly emerged from the embrace of the land, and the yellow grass slowly straightened up and put on new beautiful green clothes with the encouragement of spring ... Soon, the grass stood in neat rows and seemed to welcome the arrival of the spring girl; It is also like the earth spreading a green carpet on itself, so that the spring girl can sit comfortably on it and sing the songs of spring. Birds that have been hiding in warm tree holes and nests, singing cheerful songs, flew out of the "bedroom". The body of oriole's little yellow feather looks like a bright little star in the sun. It sings the euphemistic song "cha-cha, cha-cha" with its bright red mouth, dancing in the air for its wonderful singing, like a little artist. In February, the weather is excellent. Blue sky and white clouds, the sun is shining, and the clouds in the sky are like sweet cotton candy for a while; For a while, I walked leisurely in the sky like a lovely little sheep; For a time, it was like a quilt, soft and comfortable ... The thick layer of ice on the river melted and the water moved, and small fish ran out to swim and play in droves. A thin layer of water mist appeared on the river, looming and a little damp, like a fairyland. The willows by the river slowly grow yellow-green buds, and Miss Liu seems to have put a green hairpin on her long soft hair. The spring breeze blows gently, and the willows sway gently. Small wildflowers also surround the willows and dance with them. In the afternoon, the children are out of school, and they fly home happily like birds. At this time, Grandpa Sun is going to sleep, but the children are flying kites. Some eagles are hovering in the air, some sand swallows are flying in the sky, and some little goldfish are swimming in the water … They seem to say goodbye to the sun. At this time, the sun father sprinkled his smile on the earth, and the earth was illuminated red and beautiful. The scenery in spring is really charming! ! Author: Hu (Grade 4, Primary School Affiliated to Jiaotong University) edited the entry "Nostalgia as a child/Nostalgia is a small stamp/I am here/Mom is here ... >>

What does an inch of grass mean in a stray song?

I have a kind heart.

The Reading Answers of Trees and Grass

Spring has come and the grass has gained new life.

Jia Dao has that poem?

knight-errant

Sharpen a sword in ten years,

Frostblade hasn't tried it yet.

Today, I will show you,

Who is wronged?

Living leisurely here, few neighbors come, and the overgrown path leads to the wilderness.

Birds are freely perched in the trees by the pool, and monks are knocking at the door.

Walking across this bridge, you can see the charming scenery of Ye Yuan, and the feet of clouds seem to be moving on the floating rocks.

I will leave here for a while, but I will come back and retire with my friends on the appointed date.

At the beginning of knocking on the island, go to raise funds. One day, I got a saying on the donkey, "Birds live in trees by the pool, and monks knock on the door." At first I wanted to "push" and "knock", but I couldn't decide what to do, so I sang and led hands to make a discussion. Unconsciously, I rushed to the official department of Han Yu, and I looked around with my arms. This island is so beautiful. Korea immediately took a long time and said, "knock" is a good word. Later generations called it discretionary sentences, and repeatedly read Jia Dao's "suicide note".

When I asked your students under the pine tree,

"My teacher," he replied, "went to collect medicine".

But towards which corner of the mountain,

How can I tell through these clouds? .

Ask the boy under the pine tree, "Where is your master?" He said that master had gone to collect herbs, and it was in this mountain. It was foggy, and I couldn't tell where it was.

Poetry should be appreciated, not translated like classical Chinese. You have to translate, so I have to translate, but that's just a literal meaning, and the beauty of the poem is beyond words.

Think of it as "censorship"

"Looking at the Mountain" Jia Dao

Three miles south of the mountain, no more than ten days. Stand in the rain and look at it like a friend.

Yi Long washes thousands of springs in one wave. It rains every day, worrying about killing the mountain people.

The good times won't last long, and a strong wind is coming. Yi Yin swept away, Cui Hao wrote abroad.

There are millions of families in Chang 'an, and every family has a screen. Whose home is the best mountain, I would like to be its neighbor.

Volume 57 1_2 "Looking at the Mountain" Jia Dao

Three miles south of the mountain, no more than ten days. Stand in the rain and look at it like a friend.

Yi Long washes thousands of springs in one wave. It rains every day, worrying about killing the mountain people.

The good times won't last long, and a strong wind is coming. Yi Yin swept away, Cui Hao wrote abroad.

There are millions of families in Chang 'an, and each family has a new screen. Whose home is the best mountain, I would like to be its neighbor.

Volume 57 1_3 "Beiyue Temple" Jia Dao

There are five mountains in heaven and earth, and Heng Yue lives in the north. Rocks pile up thousands of pounds, bizarre and unpredictable.

People dare not enter, and the temple is dark during the day. Sometimes it rains, and the world is sprinkled.

God bless, Yongkang is my kingdom.

Volume 57 1_4 [Hungry] Jia Dao

There are firewood mountains in the city, and this house is smoke-free. There is a fountain at the bottom of the well, and the kettle is empty.

I want to see the day when snow will fill the sky. Sit and smell Xi Zhuang Qin, freezing two or three strings.

The ancients said that hunger is nothing to others.

Volume 57 1_5 "Crying Lutong" Jia Dao

Sages die without officials, and those who don't kiss are also sad. Empty makes old ghosts cry and new neighbors.

For forty years, I only wore white cloth. Who will chase the hell if the son of heaven is not called?

Chang' an has friends, let it go. The inscription on the side of the tomb is short and the lines are uneven.

I don't have the money to buy rare plants, so I grow my own branches of wormwood. Give me an article of the day, which will make me cry.

In this respect, I am afraid of losing my legacy.

Volume 57 1_6 "The swordsman (narrative sword)" Jia Dao

After ten years' hard work, I have grinded out a sword. The edge of the sword flashes in cold light, but I haven't tried its sharpness. Today, you are like a gentleman, who is unfair.

Volume 57 1_7 "Slogan" Jia Dao

In the middle of the night, I suddenly got up with this hundred feet of spring. Trees are thousands of years old and full of stars.

Volume 57 1_8 Send Far to Jia Dao.

Don't be so depressed that you can't nourish fat skin. It is better to know why than why.

Hate should be less, but hate is hard to get rid of. There is running water in the south and flying fish in the north.

Fish fly to the North Sea and can send distant books. I don't hesitate to send distant books, so my old friend is not here now.

Besides, being a few feet tall, I blocked his way to Wan Li. Unless it is the sun and the moon, it is difficult to know the body.

Volume 57 1_9 "Zhai Zhong" Jia Dao

Single crystal is not absurd, but its nature is poor. As soon as I put a pillow in the middle of lent, I can't feel the sunset.

A low title hinders the porch, and a few virtues thank you. The chrysanthemum is in the shade of the wall, and the autumn calyx is not open.

The sick horse you eat is like a moving shadow. If you want to be forced to flee, you can't be bound by words.

We have seen enough rain, so we should be rich in vegetables and medicines.

Volume 57 1_ 10 Autumn Jia Dao

Business spirit has come, and old China is empty. Clouds cover the strange peaks, and the rain is scattered at dusk.

Hey, cool leaves, count the shadows. The empty pavilion in the sunset, I returned to the distant mountains and clear water.

There used to be a feeling of autumn, but now people are different. These four orders have been going on for a hundred years, and the propaganda has turned white.

Noisy and selfish, disrupting the same track. I don't care about the world, go and suppress the stones.

Volume 57 1_ 1 1 "Playing with the Moon" Jia Dao

The cold moon breaks the northeast, and Jia Sheng stands in the southwest. What does the southwest stand on? On the green cedar.

There have been several stars in recent months, but their names are not well known. But love depends on the moon and I depend on three.

It's hard to get on the Chinese fir if you don't get on the moon ... >>

Appreciation of the three-point spring and one-point sorrow: the shepherd boy who came home sat on the back of the cow and played a blank piccolo.

Su Dongpo, a great writer in ancient times, is close to the romantic painter Zhang Daqian. In the early 1990s, I set foot on this magical land for the first time, first seeing Su San Temple and then Qingcheng Mountain. That spirit naturally made me feel the soul of an artistic genius. Standing in the Green Palace above "Qingcheng Mountain is secluded from ancient times", I stopped for two hours, struggling to find the mysterious artistic code. What made Mr Daqian go to Qingcheng Mountain in the difficult period of artistic exploration and finally found the answer? What karma made Huang, a master of modern landscape painting, understand the method of "rain on the wall" on Qingcheng Mountain? Perhaps Yishui Mountain in Western Shu gave birth to artistic wizards; Perhaps the sages and ancients of West Shu gave too much artistic nutrition.

Among the ancient scribes, Mr. Dongpo was the best. Whether it is poetry or writing, or calligraphy and painting, or spiritual character, it belongs to one person through the ages.

In the ninth year of Xining in the Northern Song Dynasty, Mr. Dongpo wrote a poem "Linjiang Xian" in Fuzhou.

After 90 days of spring, where can we pursue it? Three points of spring scenery and one point of sorrow, the rain turns over the elm pod array and the wind turns over the willow ball. Mr. Yuen Long must blame himself. Flat peaches have a history of 1000 years. I don't know the hard pursuit of the world. Dong Huang is not at home, and he is willing to stay for the sake of making it.

Eighteen years later, in Shao Shengyuan, Dongpo was demoted to Huangzhou and lived in Hejiang Building. One day, Zhan Fan, the magistrate of Huizhou, went to Hejiang Building alone with wine and sang with Dongpo. At this point, the beautiful scenery of Hejiang Tower reflects Dongpo and Wang Chaoyun who lived alone with him. Mr. He touched the scene and changed the word "Linjiang Xian" to:

Your majesty and I are both bald heads, so don't brag about being young and romantic. Beauty leans against Hejiang Building. Water and light are clear, and mountains are always sad.

Dongpo is the innocence of a generation of great writers. Here, he uses water to compare the eyes of a beauty, and mountains to compare the eyebrows of a beauty. How vivid! The whole poem is like a green landscape scroll, slowly stretching the sigh of Mr. Wang's relegation to Huangzhou, and setting off his indifference and elegance with quiet lakes and mountains.

West Shu has many wizards since ancient times! Mr Huang Xiang, the owner of Yu Boyou's Yong Ying Hall, is such an example. Mr. Xiang imitates his hands to chase after Dongpo, Wang Wei, Daqian and many other famous families, and also makes his own machines, poems, books, paintings, seals and articles, all of which are exquisite and live in simplicity. It is really rare!

Yu and, strangers, Bo Hai know each other, know each other and are congenial, which is the combination of art and Taoism and becomes the edge of the network. Huang Xiang's brother, Yu Yi, is two years older and about the same age. They all love Dongpo and know that I am close to fate. At the end of the year, I worked hard at my desk, got up in the morning and went to bed at dusk, echoing Mr. Dongpo's meaning of "Linjiang Xianzi", and wrote a poem "Dongpo Poetry" into a fan, which I gave to you from afar. I especially like reading it. It really makes you feel happy in spring and marvel at it.

Dongpo's Poems are fan-shaped, with nine inches and eighteen strands, and large elk. On the one hand, the moral of Mr. Dongpo's Linjiang Fairy is written in green; At the same time, he carved seven golden seals on Huang Zi. All of them are finely carved small characters, and the remaining problems are the upper paragraph and the big paragraph, because the origin of words and the richness of feelings are really valuable.

Dongpo's poems are composed of two sides of the strait, which is one of the traditional landscapes. The composition is accurate and poetic, which accurately shows Dongpo's poetic realm of "clear water and sad eyebrows". Colour yellow and pay attention to elegance. Although small green, but there is no kitsch. The whole painting is exquisitely painted with little ink. Throughout the whole painting, a large blank space just superimposed the effects of mountains, water and light, which made the water and sky in front of us, the distant mountains were painted, the white clouds were clean, and the air surged outside the fan. Fanhua, rubbings, rubbings and dyeing, although simple, have reached the realm of minimalism and great beauty. Even the grass in the mountains is meticulous to my brother. Standing on the shore, the tall man in red and the lay man in Tsing Yi looked down at the mountains and clouds, and wrote Dongpo and Zhanfan's feelings of "three points of spring scenery and one point of sorrow" at the moment! Look at the fan painting again and I can see the close-up on the right. Another hermit sat on the boat, admiring the mountains and water, but slightly smaller than the man standing on the left. Why? For this reason, I am a hermit, but I am a brother or a scholar! It's great to think about Brother Xiang's art! I like it.

After writing Dongpo's poems to Mr. Huang, he wrote an inscription on the upper left of the fan: "The water and light are clear, and the mountains are always sad." For the longevity of You Shan scholar, Huang Xiang of West Shu was also one year old in the same year. After the heavy snow in Chen Chen. Stamp "Huang Xiang" and "Yu Pei Changshou" with Zhu Bai's small seal.

As can be seen from Mr. Xiang's inscription ink, Mr. Xiang's calligraphy is Gu Zhuo, free and easy, and his calligraphy knowledge is also high!

Farewell to the fan, and carve seven pieces for Huang Yi, such as Returning to the Boat Alone, Appreciating the Ancient Method, Bamboo House with Paper Window, A Dream on Earth, Feeling for the Ear, Counting the Peaks and Dreams from Ancient Times to the Present. They are immersed in the fan, competing with stone and stone, sorting out the sealed scripts and catching up with Qin and Han Dynasties.

To Yin Shi, Huang Zhongbi, he wrote in a thick and sonorous line: "I took seven pieces of stone carvings at night to serve my brother, Mr. You Shan, in the net for homophones. Inscription from Zhong Dongchen, Chengdu Huang. " The back cover is "yellow" and "jade"-a little white and a little red ... >>