Famous lyric poet Xi Murong's prose appreciation: the words of love

Famous lyric poet Xi Murong's prose appreciation: the words of love

Zhongtian Yi Zhang Yonghong finished

1

A fine wind blew through the jungle and my child woke up from his dream. The eyes are warm and fragrant like roses, and the black and bright eyes are searching and exploring everywhere. The expression changed from drowsiness to surprise, to trepidation, to sorrow, until suddenly she saw her mother. So, a smile suddenly rippled from the whole pink rose: "Mom, Mom." She whispered to me contentedly.

And I leaned over gently to her call, like all mothers throughout the ages.

2

When the child disobeyed, my heart was full of chagrin, I stopped whimpering, and I held my head alone, sitting in the corner, tired and weeping.

And the naughty boy, who had been in a state of madness a second ago, suddenly became quiet, and in the distance, she looked at me with clear and bright eyes. Then he staggered over and grabbed my bare knees, warm little palms trying to pull my hands away, "Mom? "Mom?"

How many variations can the only word be! Mom, don't you cry. Mom, I'm not making a fuss anymore. Mom, I regret it. Mom, I love you!

3

In the past, the rose symbolized sweet love for me, and today it represents danger, because its thorn will hurt me self.

In the past, running was a pleasure for me, but today I have to walk slowly because my child's feet are too small and too weak.

When I was a teenage girl, I was afraid of the dark, afraid of strangers, afraid of all terrible things, but when I became a mother today, for the sake of my children, I became a she-wolf ready to fight against all dangers.

4

When did you come to us, child?

Did you follow the dawn outside the window of the delivery room?

Or did it come a little earlier, last spring, when that fat doctor congratulated me?

Or was it a little earlier, when my father and I suddenly discovered that the house was too deserted and the laughter of the neighbor's baby was too cute, that you had taken shape in our hearts? In our longing, have you begun to laugh?

And today you came, you didn't disappoint us, and sure enough, you looked exactly like we longed for.

5

When the father came home, the child saw it in the door and jumped and shouted, "Daddy, Daddy." ”

Then, two small white hands lifted her father's slippers and ran to the door, shouting, "Daddy shoes, Daddy shoes." ”

The father, who had worked hard all day, was compensated for contentment the moment he entered the door.

6

The child said in a dream on the cot: "Mother fights." Then he rolled over and fell asleep.

But her awakened mother held her face on the big bed, looking down at the child's small face, unable to sleep again.

Dear child, is your mother really so fierce that you can't be at peace in your sleep? Aren't you the most desired gift for your mother? Aren't you Mom's most precious possession? When Your Mother heard your first cry, didn't the tears of joy and gratitude come out of her face?

Why, because you are unwilling to endure your autonomy, the growth of your wisdom, or just because your mother is tired, she intimidates you and gets angry with you, child, and your mother is sorry for you.

7

The wind was shining, and the father and mother took the children out for a walk. The people on the street were busy doing their own thing, as usual. The apprentices in the bicycle shop are repairing the tires, the lady of the rice shop is sweeping the corridors, the students are waiting for the bus to go to school, and everyone is the same as usual.

But fathers and mothers kept nodding and smiling at people, because they were taking the beautiful child out for a walk, so they had to constantly hide their pride and pride with a modest smile.

This essay, full of emotion, expresses the love for the child, and is a poem of love. It is divided into seven articles.

The first one writes that the child wakes up from a dream. The depiction of the child's demeanor and movements is delicate, vivid and expressive, full of warmth and full of beauty.

The second one wrote that the child was disobedient, and I was full of chagrin and tired after tears. The depiction of the child's performance is wonderful. "I" to the child's "mom?" "Mom?" The understanding of the call makes people laugh with the heart. Such an understanding can only be attained by the mother, the mother who loves her child very much.

The third is written at the expense of one's own for the sake of the child. From three aspects: from liking roses to hating roses, from liking to running to having to walk slowly, from "afraid of all terrible things" to "becoming a she-wolf ready to fight all dangers", the contrast between the front and back is very clear. How great and noble is maternal love!

The fourth expresses the happiness of the birth of the child. This is written from the question "When did you come to us?" This question is somewhat "stupid", and the answer of "I" is full of love. The phrase "In our longing, you have begun to smile" is really the language of poetry, which makes people intriguing.

The fifth is about the joy of the child when the father comes home. The depiction of children's movements and language is equally meticulous, vivid and expressive. The father who has worked hard all day "gets the compensation for satisfaction", and the "I" of the bystander does not also "get the compensation for satisfaction"? ”

The sixth is the review of "I". The dream phrase "mother fights" makes "I" send out the call of "child, mother is sorry for you" from the bottom of my heart, love, which means tolerance for each other and harshness for yourself.

The seventh writes about the "pride and pride" of parents when they take their children for a walk. This psychological depiction is both fresh and common, and full of beauty.

The author carefully describes small things in a meticulous tone, and is closely attached to love everywhere, which is really a "love whisper".

Reading this group of essays makes people realize that maternal love is the broadest, greatest, subtlest, most comprehensive, and most thorough love in the world, and it is the love that is most worthy of praise.