In this world, there is a kind of love that will not wither in the cycle of four seasons, and will not be silent in the midst of thousands of rivers and mountains.
Like a clear spring, it washes away the wind and dust of the journey for us and soothes the wounds of the years.
Whenever we pack our bags and embark on an unknown journey, as long as we think that someone is guarding the intersection, we have the strength to move forward.
"Whoever says anything will repay the three Chunhui" three ancient poems, paying tribute to all the mothers in the world.
1. Tang Dynasty Mengjiao's "Wandering Ziyin"
The mother's hand is threaded, and the wanderer's body is clothed.
The seams are tightly sewn, and I am afraid that I will be late.
Whoever says anything will be rewarded with three Chunhui.
Speaking of Mengjiao, many people will think of his other famous work "After Dengke", "The spring breeze is proud of the horseshoe disease, and I see all the Chang'an flowers in one day", which writes the excitement of the high school soldier to the extreme.
Some people don't understand why MengJiao is so excited.
In fact, if combined with this song "Wandering Son", we can probably understand his mood.
Because this is not only the glory of the reader, but also a comfort to the old mother at home.
Later, Meng Jiao became a lieutenant of Liyang County, and he took his mother to his side to take care of him.
Thinking of gathering less and more with my mother for many years, I felt a lot of emotions for a while, and "Wandering Son" was written in this context.
The first four sentences of the poem describe the scene of the mother sewing clothes under the lamp, with a pure white drawing technique, a few strokes outline, and the image of a loving mother jumps on the paper.
The last two lyrics, in a figurative way, write the deep and greatness of maternal love to the extreme.
The whole poem does not deliberately seek work, nor does it sculpt words and sentences, but it can contain contemplation and condensation, and it is perfected in a wonderful state, which has resonated with eternity.
Wang Guozhen once said, "We can go far and far, but we can't always walk out of the square of my mother's heart." ”
Wherever you are, don't forget the man who gave you life.
2. Yuan Dynasty Wang Mian "Mo Xuan Tu · Part I"
Brilliant grass flowers, under the North Hall of Luo Sheng.
The south wind blows its heart, shaking for whom to vomit?
The loving mother relies on the door, and the wanderer walks bitterly.
The day of gan is sparse, and the day of sound is obstructed.
Look up at the cloud forest, ashamed to listen to the birds.
Just as Du Kang can relieve his sorrows, the ancients believed that "Xuancao" could forget worries, often planting it in the north hall where his mother lived, and later gradually became a symbol of motherhood.
Wang Mian's poem expresses his longing and guilt for his mother by describing the grass flowers in front of the mother's hall.
The first two sentences of the poem are dotted, depicting a splendid sketch of Xuan: the north hall is full of flowers, and the south wind blows and sways.
Then the sentence, by Jing Jiren: The elderly mother leaned against the door, looked at the grass flowers in front of the hall, and missed the wanderer who traveled far.
The poet seems to be describing only a scene, but naturally and profoundly expresses the mother's love for her son.
It is precisely because the mother loves fists and fists, and the poet who travels far away cannot repay the mother's kindness, so he looks at the high woods, listens to the chirping birds, and thinks of the mother at home, and feels more guilty in his heart.
After walking through the long years and stepping on thousands of rivers and mountains, there is always one person who cares about your cold and warmth, and thinks about your sorrows and joys.
Near or far, always thinking; poor or rich, accompanied by a lifetime.
3. Qing Dynasty Jiang Shiquan's "Coming Home at Dusk"
The heart of the beloved son is endless, and the return home is happy and tasty.
The needle and thread of the cold clothes are dense, and the ink marks of the home letter are new.
Meet pity thin, Hu'er asked bitterly.
Humble and ashamed of the son of man, do not dare to sigh the wind and dust.
Jiang Shiquan was a famous literary scholar of the Qing Dynasty, who had achieved success in opera and poetry, and this poem "Coming Home at Dusk" is his most prestigious masterpiece, which has always been praised by posterity.
The poem is directly lyrical, portraying the joy of the mother when she sees her son return home.
Then the two sentences of the jaw line turn into memories, and through the two specific images of "cold clothes" and "family letter", the mother's fist care for her son is expressed.
The neck link cuts back to reality, depicting the scene of mother and child meeting, a word of "pity" and a word of "ask" write the heart of a loving mother.
The mother is so affectionate and considerate, thinking that for so many years can not bear the knees, the poet is deeply guilty, so in the end he will issue a sigh of "lowly ashamed of the son of man, dare not sigh the wind and dust".
The years have aged and the hair has been whitened, but it has not been able to consume the love of the mother.
As long as there is a mother, we have a haven from the wind; as long as there is a mother, the way home will never be deserted.
Whitman had a saying: "Every mother has a child's heart." That simple, pure, pure heart is the most crystalline existence under the heavens! ”
In the earthly world of people, how many people come and go, how many feelings drift away with the wind, only the love of the mother will always accompany us.
On Mother's Day, I wish that all mothers in the world can be treated with tenderness by the years, and all their wishes will be fulfilled, and their actions will be smooth, and warmth and love will always be with them.
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Author: Relief poems
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