Reflections on reading vagrant songs

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The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward son's body.

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

During the summer vacation, I carefully read "Wandering Sons" in Grade Three, and I couldn't help being touched.

This poem is about a loving mother sewing clothes for her leaving son. She is afraid that her son will not come back for a long time and no one will take care of him in a foreign land. Who can tell, how can a small tender grass repay the kindness of the spring sunshine? Yes! Our parents' kindness is so deep that it is difficult for us as children to repay it.

I can't help thinking of my mother. My mother raised me, it was hard! How many mornings, my mother got up early to prepare breakfast for me; How many nights, my mother was busy doing housework until late at night; How many rainy days, my mother sent an umbrella to the school gate in the rain. My mother is my lighthouse, showing me the way in the dark. Mom is the sun, which warms me and makes me grow sturdily. I grow up day by day, and my mother grows old day by day; I have accumulated more and more knowledge, but my mother's memory is getting worse and worse. I know it's hard for mom to feed us.

I remember when I was a child, my mother sent me to kindergarten by bike. On the way, I accidentally put my foot into the wheel and sprained my bone. I can't sleep in pain at night, and my mother is by my side to take care of me and comfort me. Later, my feet finally healed, but my mother lost a lot of weight. ...

How great is my mother? How can I repay her? I will study hard and repay my mother's kindness with excellent results.

After watching the stray songs, 2. In an ordinary house, there is still a slight candlelight flashing in the middle of the night, like the stars in the sky.

There is a young man sitting in the room, who is about to take the imperial examination. Next to me is a man with silver hair and deep wrinkles, carved by the knife of years. She is my mother.

I will leave tomorrow. I spent all my time reviewing the Four Books and Five Classics, and my mother sewed clothes for me under the lamp. Mother's eyes are not good. One hand is holding the needle in trembling, and the other hand is shaking. After a long time, my mother trembled and put the thread through the eye of the needle, and carefully picked up the clothes. Her two hands with abrupt tendons moved back and forth slowly, and the needle and thread began to move slowly in the clothes. The needle and thread also moved from one end to the other, and finally the sewing was completed. It seems that mom rubbed needles in her hair. She sewed it carefully and slowly, pulled the skirt again, and wiped the needle on her hair, sewing, pulling and wiping. These actions have been done tirelessly countless times.

Night, very quiet, the room has been silent for a long time, mother bowed her head and whispered: "son, come and look at the clothes." I lifted my face from the book and saw that the shabby clothes had been sewn by my mother intact. It's not delicate, but it's strong. "Yes, Mom, don't try." I said my mother didn't know whether to cry or laugh. While repeating the actions she has done countless times, she said, "Pay attention to your health after going out and come back early after the exam ..."

In the faint candlelight, my mother talked for a long time, and every word went deep into my heart. Yes, how can our children's filial piety repay their kindness?

There is a slight candlelight in an ordinary house, and the candlelight is getting stronger and stronger.

Recently, I read 70 ancient poems that primary school students must recite. The poems in this book are very beautiful, mainly telling us how to live and how to be a man. Among them, I like this poem best-"thread in the hands of a loving mother, making 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. However, an inch of long grass is a bit sentimental, and it is rewarded with three spring rays. "

The general content of this poem is: a kind mother sews clothes for her children who are about to travel far away. The mother sewed clothes tightly and worried that the child would not come back. Let me feel that my mother's love is as selfless and great as sunshine. We know that birds thank the sky because it lets them fly freely; Fish thanks the ocean because it allows it to play freely ... which reminds me of my mother, who always cares about my life and study. I was weak from childhood. Whenever I am sick, my mother always takes me to the hospital, day or midnight. My mother stayed with me at night because she was worried about my illness. Every day after school, my mother always asks me, "Did you listen carefully in class? Are you happy at school today? " Every night, my mother still studies with me. The problem is that my mother always gives me an analysis patiently until I understand it. Whenever I encounter difficulties, my mother always encourages me to overcome them and be a brave little man.

Mom, you have worked hard. You're great. How can I repay you? I will study hard in the future and repay your kindness in raising. When I grow up, I will make contributions to the motherland and the people and win honor for you.

Thoughts after reading stray songs 4 These days, our class organized an exchange activity of reading extracurricular books. I read a book called Reading Classic Poetry. Many classical poems and essays are written in this book. One of my favorite poems was written by Meng Jiao, a poet in the Tang Dynasty. This poem praises the greatness of maternal love and benefits me a lot.

This poem is about a kind mother sewing clothes for her son who is about to fly away with needle and thread. The mother sewed the clothes tightly because she was afraid that her son would be out for a long time and his clothes would easily wear out. Finally, the author Meng Jiao lamented: Who said that the grass heart returns the warmth of the spring sunshine?

After reading this poem, I feel that we are like grass, and our mother is the sunshine in spring. Mother feeds us in obscurity and makes us grow up healthily, happily and sturdily. As children, we can't repay our mother's boundless kindness even if we spend a lifetime! We can think of the old mother sewing clothes for her son by the dim candlelight in the poem. This needle and thread are all the love of the mother for her son!

From this, I thought of my mother, who devoted a lot of love to me. I remember one time, I only wore a short sleeve to go to an interest class. Who knows that when school was over, it suddenly rained heavily, with lightning and thunder. I'm shivering with cold. Suddenly, I found a familiar gray umbrella in front of me. That looks like my umbrella. I was overjoyed and hurried there. Look, it's mom! She also helped me with a coat. At that time, I was moved beyond words, because maternal love has turned into a clear spring and flowed into my heart. ...

Although I can't earn money to support my mother yet, I will work hard, study hard and give my mother the best return with excellent results!

After reading ode to a wanderer, we learned ode to a wanderer today. I feel a lot and I can't be calm for a long time. When I read: "the thread in the hand of a kind mother makes clothes for her wayward son's body." She sewed carefully and repaired it thoroughly, fearing that it would delay his time to go home. " At that time, a picture came to my mind: on a dark and windy night in a month, a kind mother sewed a worn-out dress for the wanderer in the faint candlelight. I seem to hear the old man's voice, as if to say, "tighter, denser and warmer, don't let him freeze."

When I read "How much affection does an inch of grass have, three spring rays will come." At that time, I seemed to see Meng Mu waiting for Meng Jiao to come back. When seeing Meng Jiao off, she said, "Son, walk slowly and pay attention to safety." These words are so ordinary, but there is great and ordinary sincere love from my mother between the lines. This love has been preserved until Meng Jiao Jinshi, Meng Jiao's new official took office, and Meng Mu died with love. Isn't this great? Isn't it worthy of our praise? But this is ordinary, because every mother in the world has such love, such great and ordinary love. So is our mother, but have we ever repaid our mother? Even if our grass-like mind can't repay our mother's maternal love like the sunshine in spring, we still have to do our little bit to thank and repay our mother!

The most beautiful voice in the world is the mother's call! Parents' love is pure, selfless and supreme. Love is the eternal theme of life. No matter how great and brilliant a person is, love is irreplaceable support, and life is enriched by giving love!

Random thoughts on wandering poems 6 "thread in the hands of loving mothers makes clothes for wayward children." Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. However, an inch of long grass is a bit sentimental, and it is rewarded with three spring rays. " Every time I read this poem, I think of my mother's love for me. Motherly love is selfless and great, like water.

The meaning of this ancient poem is: the kind mother is holding a needle and thread in her hand, making new clothes for the children who are traveling far away. Before leaving, she was busy with sewing, fearing that the child would come back late. Who can say that a little grass-like filial piety of a son can repay the kindness of a loving mother like Chunhui? Yes, how can a mother's love be rewarded? With our little filial piety, we can't repay the spring-like maternal love.

The child in the ancient poem is going out of town, but the mother is busy, preparing things for her son and making clothes for him, for fear that he will catch cold outside. Aren't all mothers in the world like this? Who doesn't work hard for children all his life? So is my mother. My mother's work is very busy. She doesn't come home until five or six o'clock every day, and she has to wash clothes and cook for me when she gets home.

My mother always cares about me and loves me day and night. In winter, I am worried that I will catch cold when I sleep, and she will cover me with a quilt several times at night; In summer, he sheltered me from the sun and applied sunscreen to me. On rainy days, there is only one raincoat. My mother always put it on me without hesitation, but she was caught in the rain. When she comes home, she always asks, Are your clothes wet? Have you caught a cold？ But I never cared about myself. There are many examples like this ... I keep them in mind.

Poverty inherits the wind! I saw a few tiny wrinkles on my mother's charming face, but my mother was still full of her young and beautiful smile! Who in the world loves us more than our parents? We should be filial to our parents and make them happy forever! Happy forever!

Random Thoughts on Wandering Poems 7 Today I learned a poem by Meng Jiao in the Tang Dynasty, called Wandering Poems. After learning that, my mood can't be calm for a long time, and the scene of my mother sewing clothes for her son often appears in front of my eyes.

This poem describes a loving mother sewing clothes for her son who is going out with a needle and thread in her hand. Worried that her son would not come back for a long time, she sewed the stitches of her clothes tightly to make them more durable.

After reading this poem, I began to realize the greatness of maternal love. How my mother used to be kind to me and how she loved me gradually came to my mind. I remember that my mother often scolds me for a little thing. Before, I simply hated my mother and thought she didn't love me at all. But now I finally understand that everything my mother usually does is for me. In fact, my mother is not scolding me at ordinary times, but educating me to distinguish right from wrong. But I am ungrateful and sometimes talk back. My mother started looking for a job in Shenzhen two years ago. After she earned a little money, she went back to Guangzhou and signed me up for a study class, so that I could learn more knowledge. Then go back to Shenzhen to make money.

Maternal love is the greatest in the world. The kind mother in the poem loves her son so much. Isn't it my mother? My mother not only gave me the whole earth, let me live in this colorful earth, but also gave everything for me. I should be proud, happy and happy to have such a mother.

This poem is unforgettable to me. Because this poem makes me understand the greatness of maternal love!

I love reading, but I prefer reading classical poems. Because reading poems can enrich our knowledge and cultivate our sentiment. During my five-year study career, I learned many ancient poems, including On the Pool, Looking at Lushan Waterfall and Dawn in the Spring ... These ancient poems all told people about the long-standing culture of China. Like a bright light, follow me forward, let me learn more knowledge in the cultural world and be influenced by education. Among them, what impressed me the most was "Wandering Sons" learned in grade two.

On hearing Ode to a Wanderer, I felt a warm current in my heart. This is a poem written by Meng Jiao praising his mother. The thread in the hand of a kind mother makes clothes for her wayward children. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. However, an inch of long grass is a little sentimental, and it has won three spring rays. This poem describes that when the poet wants to go out for a long trip, the mother is unwilling to give up her son. Before leaving, the mother sewed clothes for her son under the oil lamp. Show selfless and great maternal love.

I still remember one night when there was a power outage that summer, and the weather was particularly sultry. I tossed and turned in bed and couldn't sleep. Suddenly, there was a cool breeze around me, which penetrated into my heart. Suddenly, my body and mind are cool and comfortable! In the faint moonlight, I vaguely saw my mother's figure. Yes, it's mom. She took a fan to cool me down. I looked up, and by moonlight, I found that my mother's forehead was covered with sweat, but she completely ignored it. A mother can endure any hardship for her children. How can such selfless maternal love not move me?

From then on, I helped my parents do some housework every day. Even if I was tired and broke out in a sweat, I was not afraid. Seeing that my parents were tired, I took the initiative to help them beat their backs and rub their shoulders ... At this time, I saw my parents smiling with satisfaction, as if to say to me, "Son, when you grow up, you have learned to be filial."

We are sons and daughters of the Chinese nation and should carry forward the traditional culture of the Chinese nation. As descendants of the Chinese nation, we should start from small things, study hard, and become useful people to the motherland, the people and the society when we grow up.

Reflections on Wandering Poetry 9 I learned a poem called Wandering Poetry in class today. After learning that, I can't be calm for a long time.

This poem describes a loving mother sewing clothes for a child who is going out with a needle and thread in her hand. Worried that the child would not come back for a long time, she sewed the dress tightly to make it stronger. After reading this poem, I began to realize the greatness of my mother. I think: My mother often scolds me for an hour. In the past, I would have hated my mother and thought she didn't love me at all. But now I finally understand that everything my mother does is for me. My mother went out to Shenzhen to look for a job alone two years ago. After earning a little money, she went back to Anhui to enroll me in a cram school, and then went to Shenzhen to make money.

I remember when my mother enrolled me in a cram school, I was very headstrong, which makes me regret it now. I was envious when I saw other people's parents taking their children to play in other big cities during the summer vacation. So I begged my mother: "Mom, I also want to go to the city to play." Mother thought for a moment and said, "children, others are others, we are us, and we are different from them." You know what? I'll send you to a cram school. "I was very sad when I heard this. I cried and wanted to play. But my mother just disagreed and insisted that I go to cram school. I said angrily, "well, I just won't go!" ""Then I rushed into my room and cried. The next day, my mother signed me up, so I had to swallow my pride and go to school. There are only my mother and grandmother at home. My aunt goes to work in other places and sends money to my grandmother every month. Dad also works in other places, but he just doesn't send money to his mother. When I came home from school, I found my mother was not at home, so I asked my grandmother, "Grandma, where is my mother?" Grandma hesitated for a while and said, "Your mother went to work in other places. She told me not to tell you, but I thought I should tell you. Your mother goes out to earn money because she has no money to pay your tuition. " After listening to these words, I began to understand my mother ...

I like reading the poem "Wandering Son" because it makes me understand the greatness of maternal love!

After reading "Wandering Songs", I learned a poem "Wandering Songs" in Chinese class today, and I was deeply moved by this poem.

This poem is mainly about a loving mother sewing clothes for her son who is about to go out. When she left, she sewed and sewed, dense and impregnable. She is afraid that her son won't come back for a long time and no one will make up for him in a foreign land. Who can tell, how can a small tender grass repay the kindness of the spring sunshine?

I can't help thinking of my mother, who raised me and sent me to and from school every day, rain or shine. Mother is like a candle, burning herself forever, illuminating others and keeping me moving forward. My mother is like a bright sun, which always warms me and makes me thrive.

I grow up day by day, and my mother is aging day by day. I have learned more and more knowledge and accumulated more and more knowledge, but my mother's memory is getting worse and worse. I know my mother raised me very hard and tired.

I remember when I was a child, my mother sent me to kindergarten by bike. On the way, I accidentally put my foot into the wheel and sprained my bone. I have a terrible pain, so my mother quickly took me to the hospital. I cried loudly and the doctor bandaged my wound. My mother looked at me and cried, and felt uncomfortable. She complained in her heart, "I really shouldn't ride a bike." Since I experienced this, my mother never rides a bike again. She walks me to kindergarten every day.

Mom, without you, I wouldn't have such a happy home? Without you, I can't grow into a towering tree? Without you, I wouldn't be a pillar of the motherland?

How great is maternal love and how can I repay it? I will study hard in the future and repay my mother's parenting.

I know you won't give in to difficulties. The more you fight, the braver you become. I also take notes in books from time to time. All I have to do is take a look at her books, which are crowded with dense words. Although helping others can only be exchanged for a word "thank you", the word "thank you" is an honor for me and a pleasure to help others. Fortunately, I didn't experience that terrible war. I have never left the embrace of my motherland since I was born. I personally experienced the changes in the motherland 10 years!

As we all know, Meng Jiao grew up in a poor family, and his mother brought him up. We are like grass, and our mother is like the sun, which illuminates us every day and makes us thrive. The love between mother and child is a lamp that never goes out. For you, your parents have tried their best to earn money to support you, and they must let you eat well, dress well and live well. Don't you feel anything? Some people don't have a mother, but those who have a mother don't cherish it, and they are making your mother angry all day. Mother will add a coat to you as soon as the wind blows. Mom will fight mosquitoes for you when she sees mosquitoes biting you in your bed. Watching you sleep and kick the quilt at night, mom will tuck you in. When you are sick, your mother will take care of you wholeheartedly. If it were anyone else, she would never do this. Only the person closest to you, mom, would do this.

Parents' love for you is selfless. Therefore, we should be considerate of our parents, help them more, study hard, make progress every day, and repay our parents' love with excellent results.

Comments on Wandering Poems 12 "Thread in the hands of loving mothers makes clothes for wayward children. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. But every inch of grass is a little sentimental, and it is rewarded with three chunhui! " Students, the poem "Wandering Son" written by Meng Jiao, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, is familiar to everyone! Every time I read this poem, I think of the greatest power in the world-maternal love!

This poem is about the thread in the hands of a loving mother, and finally it is sewn into clothes on a wanderer. When the child left, he sewed and sewed tightly for fear that the child would not come back. Who said that the filial piety of grass can repay the love of spring sunshine?

Motherly love can be reflected in small things.

Once, I was sick and hung salt water in the people's hospital. My mother happened to be at work that day. But knowing that I was ill, I immediately changed shifts with others and rushed to the hospital to accompany me. When I woke up, I found my mother's eyes were bloodshot. I asked my mother if she was tired. My mother just smiled and said, "I'm not tired. Go to sleep again! " "At this point, I was deeply moved. ...

Sometimes my mother is as gentle as a little sheep, and sometimes I dare not look at her when I am angry.

Once, I didn't do very well in the exam. When I got home, I reported the exam results in a faltering way. My mother flew into a rage when she heard the thunder and said something to me. Although my mother is like this, in the final analysis, she still misses me!

All mothers in the world don't love their children! Motherly love is selfless and great. Everything my mother did was for our own good. We can't blame them. We should understand them and put ourselves in their shoes.

My mother, what a great and warm name!

The thread in the hand of a kind mother makes clothes for her wayward children. When I read Ode to a Wanderer, I couldn't help thinking of my mother. Every time I come home from school, I always feel very excited. I can't wait to grow a pair of wings and fly home at once, because my mother greeted me with a smile and cooked for me. Every time I read "but how much love there is in every inch of grass, I get three rays of spring", I also wonder in my heart, can a mother repay her child's kindness? Since I was born into this world, my clothes and food have been taken care of by my mother. In winter, my mother tried her best to keep me warm because I was afraid of freezing. Every time I eat, I always ask if I am full with great concern.

Mothers in the world are equally great. Ode to a Wanderer is a short poem, but it reflects the mother's deep care for her son and the son's gratitude to her mother. Mothers are the most charitable and beautiful in children's hearts. I thought about my behavior. Talking back to my mother is my biggest bad habit, and I regret it. I always feel ashamed when I think about this and my mother's meticulous care.

Through the interpretation of Ode to a Wanderer, I have a deeper understanding of the greatness of maternal love. Understanding, respecting and honoring my mother should start with me, which is the inspiration I got from Ode to a Wanderer.

My mother, what a great and warm name!

"The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward son." When I read Ode to a Wanderer, I couldn't help thinking of my mother. I feel very excited every time I come home from school. I can't wait to grow a pair of wings and fly home My mother greeted me with a smile and cooked me good food.

Every time I read: "But how much love an inch of grass has, it will be repaid in the third spring", I also wonder in my heart, can a mother repay her kindness to her children? Since I was born into this world, my clothes and food have been taken care of by my mother. If you are afraid of freezing in winter, try to dress warmly. If you haven't eaten a meal, always ask with concern, are you full? Does it taste good? etc ......

Mothers in the world are equally great!

Ode to a Wanderer is a short poem, but it reflects the mother's deep love for her son and his gratitude to her.

In children's hearts, the mother is always the most loving and beautiful.

I want to pull my own behavior. Talking back to my mother is my biggest bad habit, and I regret it. I always feel ashamed when I think about it and my mother's meticulous care. ...

Through the interpretation of Ode to a Wanderer, I have a deeper understanding of the greatness of maternal love. Understanding, respecting and honoring my mother should start with me, which should be the inspiration from Ode to a Wanderer.

Comment on Youziyin 15 "The thread in the hands of a loving mother makes clothes for her wayward child's body, and she sews them carefully and repairs them thoroughly ..." This poem must be familiar to everyone. This is a story about a mother sewing clothes for her son before he went out.

After reading this poem, my heart is full of ups and downs and I can't be calm for a long time. Suddenly, a mother appeared in front of me, sewing a dress intently in the dim candlelight. Of course, it is not just this mother, but the practice of thousands of mothers-the children are tired and a cup of hot tea is handed to them; The child is hungry, and a bowl of delicious rice is placed on the table. ...

With this tearful poem, I thought of my mother. Isn't she the mother in the stray song? That time, I wanted to attend the summer camp. After she knew it, she quickly bought me a lot of dry food, filled my bag and put two clothes in it for me. Before leaving, she repeatedly told me to pay attention to safety and have a good time. I found a few crystal tears in her eyes ... when I came home happily, I saw the window bright and clean, and my mother was working happily. Seeing me, she was so happy that she couldn't even take care of her work and lifted me to her head, as if her lost baby had come back! "The stars in the sky don't talk, and the dolls on the ground miss their mothers." How well this is said!

Another time, my family didn't have cloth shoe covers, and the teacher asked us to bring cloth shoe covers. In desperation, I told my mother about it, and she quickly found a needle and thread and made me a pair of cloth shoe covers. At school, the teacher severely criticized the students who didn't wear cloth shoes. I took a long breath in my seat, thanks to my mother this time!

Mom, I want to praise you and your selfless maternal love. ...