Affection in Poetry
1. The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the body of a wandering son.
The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the body of a wandering son.
Who says that the heart of the grass is the heart of the grass, but the three spring sunshine. (Meng Jiao's "The Song of the Traveling Son")
2. The beanstalks are boiling, and the beans are crying in the cauldron.
They were born from the same root, but they are too anxious to fry each other. (Cao Zhi's "Seven Steps Poem")
3. The master and the mother heard that the daughter had come, and went out of the country to help each other;
The sister heard that the sister had come, and took care of the red makeup in the house;
The little brother heard that the sister had come, and sharpened the knife and hobbled it to the pig and the sheep.
The flower splashes tears when feeling the time, and the bird is shocked when hating to part.
Beacon fire even three months, family letters against ten thousand gold.
The white head is shorter than the white hair, and I wish I could not win the hairpin. （
5. The garrison drum breaks the line of people, the sound of a goose in the autumn.
The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in the hometown.
All my brothers are scattered, and I have no home to ask about my life and death.
The letter was never sent, not to mention the fact that the army had not yet rested. （
6. In the city of Luoyang, there is an autumnal wind, and I want to write a letter.
I'm afraid I can't say it all in a hurry, but I'm going to open the door again; (Zhang Ji's "Autumn Thoughts")
7.
The brothers are far away from the place where they climbed to the heights, and there are fewer dogwoods in them.
I thought of sitting deep in the night at home and talking about the people who traveled far away. （
It's a good thing that I've been thinking about the winter solstice in Handan, but I've been thinking about the winter solstice in Handan, but I've been thinking about the winter solstice in Handan.
***Who fights for years; wins silk at the temples?
The line in the hand of a loving mother, the clothes on the body of a wandering son.
Who says that the heart of an inch of grass is the heart of the three spring suns. (Meng Jiao: "The Song of the Traveling Son")
2. The beanstalks are boiling, and the beans are crying in the cauldron.
They were born from the same root, but they are too anxious to fry each other. (Cao Zhi: "Seven Steps Poem")
3. The master and the mother heard that the daughter had come, and went out of the country to help each other;
The sister heard that the sister had come, and took care of the red makeup in the house;
The little brother heard that the sister had come, and sharpened the knife and hobbled it to the pig and the sheep.
The flower splashes tears when feeling the time, and the bird is shocked when hating to part.
Beacon fire even three months, family letters against ten thousand gold.
The white head is shorter than the white hair, and I wish I could not win the hairpin. (Du Fu: "Spring Hope")
5. The garrison drum breaks the line of people, the sound of a goose in the autumn.
The dew is white tonight and the moon is bright in the hometown.
All my brothers are scattered, and I have no home to ask about my life and death.
The letter was never sent, not to mention the fact that the army had not yet rested. （
6. In the city of Luoyang, there is an autumnal wind, and I want to write a letter.
I'm afraid I can't say it all in a hurry, but I'm going to open the door again. (Zhang Ji: "Autumn Thoughts")
7. alone in a foreign land is a foreign guest, every festive season doubly homesick
3. high school language essay on the material of affectionIt depends on what you want!
I have verses, passages and songs
Verses:
1, Luoyang relatives and friends like to ask each other, a piece of the heart of ice in the jade pot
2, the beacon fire even for three months, the letter of the family against 10,000 gold
3, alone in a foreign land for the foreign guests, every festive season twice to think of their relatives
Remote knowledge of the brothers to climb high place, all over the insertion of cornelian cherry less a person
4, a loving mother in the hands of the line, the swimmer in the clothes. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
The first step is to make sure that you're not too late to get back.
Who says that the heart of grass. The first thing you need to do is to get the best out of it.
5. Thinking of you is like the full moon.
6, Luoyang friends and relatives such as asking, a piece of ice in the jade pot.
Paragraphs
1. Affection is a dictionary, in which you can find "joy" and "warmth", what is affection? Affection is a star, in the dark night, it can give the lost heart to guide the direction. What is affection? Affection is a rope, with its body, the heart and the heart tightly connected, what is affection? Affection is a jar of honey that contains a strong flavor that intoxicates the heart. What is affection? Affection is a dictionary, a star, a rope, a honey. In fact, affection is a kind of happiness.
2. What is affection? She is a moment of inner touch, but often a complete change, is a kind of power that can change the expectations of ten months, a kind of magic that can forget the mission, is a kind of desire for peace and eternity.
What is kinship? She is the first time to give, but, again, it is a permanent payment, is a kind of selflessness that can feel the responsibility, but then turn the responsibility into a habit.
What is affection? She is thinking about the beginning, but, again, there is no end, is a kind of attachment to the home, a kind of desire for reunion.
3. The passage of time, many past events have faded. But in the long river of history, there is a star always shining, that is affection. Time can make people lose everything, but affection is not to be cut off. Even if one day, loved ones left, but their love will always remain in the deepest part of the soul of the children. Do not let the affection in the hustle and bustle of modern social change more and more vulnerable to the impact of the face, at least we can start from the self, do not give themselves regrets, as the saying goes "trees want to quiet but the wind does not stop, the child wants to raise and relatives do not wait." Take advantage of the present for their parents to send a not extravagant warm greetings!
Songs
Baby, repayment, understanding, dedication, father, thank you, go home, sister, nine sisters, mother's love, the first home, hand in hand, birthday, hope, heartfelt, grass song, bone and flesh, love, flower umbrella, back to my mother's home, wandering song, lupin flower, daughter song
Thousands of years of love, sister-in-law, ode to the sky, don't forget, I want to think of my own mother, lullaby, go to the West, Lemony Snake, Bidding farewell to Ji, white-haired mother, son, father, mother and father
4. can be used as a composition of the love of the relatives.
Affection is the story of Mulan who took the place of her father; affection is the story of Meng's mother's three moves; affection is the melody of Bing's two springs reflecting the moon.
Affection is the rain, take away the boredom, leaving a light cool; affection is the wind, blowing away the sorrow, leaving a pleasant; affection is the sun, taking away the darkness, leaving the light. Affection is the greatest, regardless of your happiness, frustration, pain, uncertainty, it will always walk gently on your way, quietly accompanied by your life.
Affection is a tree, everyone is a root, so that it absorbs the nutrients to stay young forever; affection is a river, everyone is a tributary of it, so that it never dries up surging forward; affection is a fire, everyone is a wood, so that it never goes out warmth in all directions.
5. Describe the affection of the poemPoetry of affection 1. The first time I saw this was when I was a kid, and the second time I saw it was when I was a kid. The first time I saw you, I was so happy to see you. (Meng Jiao: "Song of a Wandering Son") 2. Boiling beanstalks and burning beanstalks, the beans are crying in the kettle. They are born from the same root, but they are too anxious to fry each other. (Cao Zhi: "Poem of Seven Steps") 3. Masters and mothers hear their daughters coming and go out to support each other; sisters hear their sisters coming and take care of their red makeup; little brothers hear their sisters coming and sharpen their knives and hobbies for the pigs and goats. (Mulan Dictionary) 4. The country is in ruins and the grass is deep in the city in spring. Tears are splashed on the flowers when I feel sad, and the birds are scared when I hate to say goodbye. The letter of home is worth ten thousand pieces of gold. The white head is short, and I wish I could not win the hairpin. (Du Fu: "Spring Hope") 5. The garrison drums break the line of people, and the sound of geese in the autumn is heard on the border. The moon is bright in my hometown. The moon is bright in the hometown. All my brothers are scattered, and I have no home to ask about my life and death. I have no family to ask if they are dead or alive. I can't send a letter to you, and I'm not sure if I've rested my army yet. (Du Fu: "Remembering My Brother in the Moonlit Night") 6. Seeing the autumn wind in the city of Luoyang, I want to write a letter. I'm afraid I can't say it all in a hurry, but I'm going to open it again. (Zhang Ji: "Autumn Thoughts") 7. Being a stranger in a foreign land, I miss my relatives twice as much at festivals. I know the place where my brother climbed up to the top, and there are fewer dogwoods to be found. (Wang Wei: "Remembering the Brothers from Shandong on September 9") 8. The winter solstice comes to the Handan stage, and I hold my knees in front of the lamp and keep my shadow with me. I think of sitting at home late at night and talking about the people who have traveled far away. (Bai Juyi: "Thinking of Home on the Winter Solstice in Handan") 9. The child holds his clothes and asks: Why is it too late to return? ***Who fights for years to win the silk at the temples? (Du Mu: "Returning Home") Country Feelings in Poems 1. In the coming days, before the window, will the plum blossom yet? (Wang Wei: "Miscellaneous Poems") 2. When you are young and have left home, you will return to your hometown. Children don't know each other when they see each other, they laugh and ask where the guest came from. (He Zhizhang: "An Occasional Book on Returning to the Countryside") 3. The voice and letters outside the mountain are cut off after winter and spring. I don't dare to ask the people who are coming from my hometown. (Song Zhiwen: "Crossing the Han River") 4. Beyond the green mountains, in front of the green water. The tide is flat, the wind is blowing, the sail is hanging. The sun is still shining on the sea, the river is still in its old age. Where can I send a letter to my hometown? The geese are returning to Luoyang. (Wang Wan: "Under the Sub-Beigu Mountain") 5. It's only seven days since I left home in spring. After I return to the geese, I think of my hair in front of the flowers. (Xue Daoheng: "Thinking of Returning Home on the Day of Man") 6. The light of the bright moon in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground. Looking up at the moon, thinking of my hometown. (Li Bai: "Silent Night Thoughts") 7. Whose jade flute flies secretly, scattering into the spring breeze all over Luo Cheng. I heard the broken willow in the song of this night, and I can't recall the love of my hometown. (Li Bai: "Hearing the Flute in Luocheng on a Spring Night") 8. It's been ten frosts since I stayed in Jinzhou, and I remember Xianyang day and night. I crossed the Sanggan water for no reason, but I hoped that Binzhou is my hometown. (Liu Soap: "The Journey to Shuo Fang") 9. The garrison drums break one's journey, and the sound of geese is heard on the border in autumn. The moon is bright in my hometown. The moon is bright in my hometown. All my brothers are scattered, and I have no home to ask about my life and death. I have no family to ask if they are dead or alive. I can't send a letter to you, but I'm not sure if I've rested yet. (Du Fu: "Remembering My Brother in the Moonlit Night").
6. Poems describing affectionSee I wrote so much, give me points!
A loving mother loves her son, not for reward. Liu An
The grace of October birth is heavy, but the reward of three lives is light. The Song of Exhortation to Filial Piety
A foot and three inches of baby, ten and eight years of work. Song of Exhortation to Filial Piety
The mother calls her son dry, the son shits and the mother sleeps wet.
The mother's suffering is not seen by the child, and the child's labor makes the mother uneasy.
The mother is a hundred years old, but she always remembers her eighty sons. Song of Exhortation to Filial Piety
With a loving mother in front of him, the prodigal son will not feel the cold. Little Children's Words
The white-headed old mother cries over the door, and her sleeves are broken, but she does not stop.
The mother's honor is hanging down to glow the pipe, and the wu is sinking into the silent night stage. A Collection of Aphorisms
The thread is in the hands of a loving mother, and the clothes are on the body of a wandering son. Who says that an inch of grass has a heart, but it repays the three spring suns. Meng Jiao (Tang Dynasty)
In the past, Mencius' mother chose her neighbor. When the son did not learn, the loom was cut off. Three Character Classic
Mother is the first relative on earth; mother's love is the first love on earth. The only uncontaminated love in the world is mother's love.
When you are successful, anyone is a friend. But only a mother - she is a companion in times of failure. Zheng Zhenduo
Woe to my parents, who have paid for my birth. The Book of Songs
Without a father, what father is there, and without a mother, what mother is there? The Book of Songs
The virtues of the father are the heritage of the child. The character Yan
Parents' virtue is high; children's good teaching. Aphorisms and Couplets
Don't be happy if you have a son, and don't sigh if you don't have a son. Tang Han Yu
People see that it is good to have a boy or a girl, but they don't know that men and women make people old. Wang Jian of the Tang Dynasty
There are no parents in the world, and brothers are the rarest thing in the world.
My father gave birth to me, my mother gave birth to me, caressed me, raised me, brought me up, nurtured me,
cared for me, and restored me. The Book of Songs
If the father is not kind, then the son is not filial; if the brother is not friendly, then the brother is not respectful; if the husband is not righteous, then
the woman is not obedient. Yan Zhiwei (晏之推)
If we do not have a good father and brother within us, and a strict teacher and friend outside us, there are fewer people who can be successful. Song Lu Gongzhi
What my parents want to do, I will follow; what my parents miss, I will be kind to them.
Beacon fire even three months, family letters against ten thousand gold.
1. The thread in the hands of a loving mother,
the clothes on the body of a wandering son.
The thread in the hands of a loving mother,
the clothes on the back of a wandering child.
Who says the grass has a heart of gold,
but the sunshine of three springs.
(Meng Jiao: "The Song of the Traveling Son")
2. Boiling beanstalks and burning beanstalks,
The beans are crying in the cauldron.
They were born from the same root,
but they are too anxious to fry each other.
(Cao Zhi: "Seven Steps")
3. The master and the mother heard that the daughter had come,
and went out to the countryside to help each other;
the sister heard that the sister had come,
and took care of the red makeup in the house;
the little brother heard that the sister had come,
and sharpened the knife to the pigs and sheep.
(Cao Zhi: "Seven Steps")
3.(Mulan Dictionary)
4. The country is in ruins,
The grass is deep in the spring.
Tears are splashed on the flowers during the time of sensation,
Birds are frightened when they hate to say goodbye.
The beacon fire lasts for three months,
The letter of home is worth ten thousand gold.
The white head is shorter than the white hair,
I don't want to win the hairpin.
(Du Fu: "Spring Hope")
5. The garrison drums break the line of people,
The sound of a goose in the border autumn.
The dew is white from tonight,
The moon is bright in the hometown.
All the brothers are scattered,
No family to ask about life and death.
The letter was never sent,
and the army has not yet rested.
(Du Fu: "Remembering My Brother in the Moonlit Night")
6. The autumn wind is blowing in the city of Luoyang,
and I want to write a letter.
I'm afraid I can't say it all in a hurry,
but I'm afraid I'm going to open the door again.
(Zhang Ji: "Autumn Thoughts"
7.
I know the place where my brother climbed up to the top,
and there are fewer dogwoods.
(Wang Wei: "Remembering the Brothers of Shandong on the Ninth Day of the Ninth Month")
8. The winter solstice is celebrated in the Handan stage,
with a shadow in front of the lamp.
I thought of sitting deep in the night at home,
I should also talk about the people who traveled far away.
(Bai Juyi: "Thinking of Home on the Winter Solstice in Handan")
9. The boy asked, "Why is it too late for me to return?
***Who fights for years,
to win the silk on the temples?
References: I. The Song of the Wandering Son Author Meng Jiao Dynasty Tang The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the body of the wandering son. The thread in the hands of a loving mother is the thread in the hands of a loving mother, and the clothes on the body of a traveling son. Who says that the heart of an inch of grass is the reward for three spring suns. Translation A loving mother uses the needle and thread in her hands to make clothes for her son who is traveling far away. Before the trip, a needle stitching closely, for fear that her son will come back late clothes damaged. Who dares to say that the children like grass as weak filial piety, can repay like the spring sunshine Puze of the mother's kindness? Second, September 9, memory of Shandong brothers Author Wang Wei Dynasty Tang Alone in a foreign land for the foreign guests, every festive season doubly homesick. The author of Memory of the Brothers of Shandong is a Chinese poet, and he has been a member of the Chinese Academy of Arts and Sciences since its inception. Translation Alone away from home is inevitably always a little bit of sadness, every Chongyang Festival doubly miss the distant relatives. I think of my brothers wearing cornelian cherry on their heads, and I feel sorry for them because they are missing me. Third, the song of the water tune - the bright moon a few times there Author Su Shi Dynasty Song Cingchen Mid-Autumn Festival, drink up to the day, drunkenness, this piece, and wistfulness Ziyu. When will the moon come? The first time I saw this, I was so happy to see you, and I was so happy to see you. I'm not e79fa5e98193e59b9ee7ad9431333431346439 aware of the palace in the sky, what year is this evening. I want to go back with the wind, but I'm afraid that the jeweled buildings are too high to be cold. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said. Turning to the Zhu Pavilion, the lower Cherry House, the light sleepless. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said. But I wish you a long time, a thousand miles of **** Canyuan Juan. Translation On the Mid-Autumn Festival in the year of the third moon, I drank happily until the next morning, and when I was drunk, I wrote this poem, thinking of my younger brother Su Zhe. When did the bright moon begin to appear? I raised my glass of wine and asked the heavens from afar. I don't know what year and month I am in the palace in the sky. I want to go back to the sky on the wind, but I am afraid that the jade building will not be able to withstand the coldness of the sky. Dancing and enjoying the moonlight, which is like on earth. The moon turned the vermilion pavilion, hanging low on the carved windows, shining on their own without sleep. The moon shouldn't have any grudge against people, right? Why is it round when people are leaving? People have sadness and happiness of change, the moon has the transformation of cloudy and round, this kind of thing since ancient times is difficult to complete. I just hope that all the people in the world can be safe and healthy, even if they are separated by thousands of miles, they can also **** enjoy this beautiful moonlight. Fourth, mother By Shu Ting Modern times Your pale fingertips were on my temples, and I couldn't help but hold on to your lapel as I did when I was a child. I was so happy to see you, my mother, that I didn't dare to open my eyes for a long time, even though the morning sun had already cut my dreams into wisps of smoke. I am still holding on to the red scarf, fearing that it will lose its unique warmth if I wash it. The first time I saw the film, I saw it on the screen, and then I saw it on the screen, and then I saw it on the screen. I used to cry out to you for a thorn, but now with a crown of thorns, I dare not, not a single groan. I used to look up at your picture with sadness, mother, and even though the call could penetrate the yellow earth, how could I dare to disturb your sleep? I have not dared to display the offerings of love in this way, though I have written many songs to the flowers, to the sea, to the dawn. Oh, Mother, my sweet and deep remembrance is not a torrent, not a waterfall, but a dry well where no song can be sung in the midst of flowers and trees. V. Song of Exhortation to Filial Piety By Xu Xi, Qing Dynasty The fetus was born before it became an adult, and was carried in its mother's womb in October. He drank his mother's blood with thirst and ate her flesh with hunger. When the child is about to be born, the mother is in prison. The mother's body is like a prison. I am afraid that when I give birth, my body will be a ghost. Translation Before a child becomes an infant, it takes ten months for the child to be conceived in the mother's womb. They eat their mother's flesh when they are hungry and drink her blood when they are thirsty. At the moment of the birth of the child, when it is about to be born, the mother spends it as if she were in prison. She is afraid that when she gives birth to her children, she will suffer disaster for herself and her children because of a bad birth. Affection in Poetry 1. The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the body of a wandering son. The first time I saw this was when I was a little girl, and the second time I saw it was when I was a little girl. The first time I saw you, I was so happy to see you. (Meng Jiao's "Recitation of a Wandering Son") 2. Boiling beanstalks and burning beanstalks, the beans are crying in the kettle. They are born from the same root, but they are too anxious to fry each other. (Cao Zhi's "Poem of Seven Steps") 3. The master and the mother, when they hear that the daughter is coming, go out of the countryside to help each other; the sister, when she hears that the sister is coming, takes care of the red make-up in the house; the little brother, when he hears that the sister is coming, sharpen the knife and hobble it towards the pig and the sheep. (Mulan Dictionary) 4. The country is in ruins and the grass is deep in the city in spring. Tears are splashed on the flowers when I feel sad, and the birds are scared when I hate to say goodbye. The letter of home is worth ten thousand pieces of gold. The white head is shorter than ever, and I wish I could not wear a hairpin. (Du Fu's "Spring Hope") 5. The garrison drums break the line of people, and the sound of geese is heard on the border. The moon is bright in my hometown. The moon is bright in the hometown. All my brothers are scattered, and I have no home to ask about my life and death. I have no family to ask if they are dead or alive. I can't send a letter to you, and I'm not sure if I've rested my army yet. (Du Fu, "Remembering My Brother in the Moonlit Night") 6. Seeing the autumn wind in the city of Luoyang, I want to write a letter. I'm afraid I can't say it all in a hurry, but I'm going to write it again. (Zhang Ji, "Autumn Thoughts") 7. I'm a stranger in a foreign land, and I miss my relatives twice as much during the festivals. I know the place where my brother climbed to the top of the hill, and I have to put in cornelian cherry trees all over the place, but there are fewer of them. (Wang Wei, "Remembering the Brothers from Shandong on September 9") 8. When the winter solstice comes to the Handan stage, I hold my knees in front of the lamp and keep my shadow with me. When I think of sitting deep in the night at home, I should talk about the people who have traveled far away. (Zi Ju Yi "Handan Winter Solstice Night Thinking of Home") 9. The boy holding the clothes asked why it was too late to return. ***I'm not going to be able to get the money to pay for it, but I'm going to be able to get the money to pay for it. (Du Mu "Return to the Grave"). Sense of affection affection, like a signpost in the confusion, for you to guide the road ahead; affection, like a lamp, illuminating the life you should go; affection, like a cup of tea, can warm your heart. My mother is an ordinary woman, but in her ordinary life, I saw her extraordinary side. I remember when I was in first grade, I was playing with my classmates on the playground. Suddenly, I seemed to be pushed back by a force, and my chin hit a stone. My classmates sent me to the infirmary, and the teacher said I had to go to the hospital for stitches. When my mother learned the news, she put down her chores and rushed to the hospital at the speed of light. In the hospital bed, I was very scared. I saw the doctor fiddling with a needle, and all of a sudden, the fear turned into countless tears gushing out of my eyes. At this moment, my mother ran into the hospital room, held my hand, and kept comforting me, saying: "Don't be afraid, it will be fine! Mom is by your side, I will always be with you!" I stopped crying and turned my head to look at my mother's eyes. For the first time, I realized that my mother's eyes were so big, so bright and so charming. Gradually, I went into dreamland. I only vaguely remember that I was lying on a warm, firm back. It was rocking gently, like a cradle, without waking me up. Wake up is, I have been lying in the soft bed at home. At this time, I will never forget, who put a small spoonful of manna into my mouth, who with caring eyes to dissolve the pain of my wounds. It was her - my most beloved mother. Though she asked me many questions, I did not answer. I didn't want my talking to break the silence of the moment. I was thinking, if time can stay, let it stay in this moment. Outside the window, the stars were watching with open eyes, and the moon was pouring its brightest moonlight into this cozy hut. They are quiet and don't seem to want to break the silence. Affection, the old like a honey, give you a sweet taste; affection, like a spring in the desert, can help you in your difficulties; affection, like a ship, carrying you to set sail. Affection, that is, the clouds can never cover a clear sky! Couples miss each other: When **** cut the bamboo in the west window, but the flower of the night rain in Bashan - Li Shangyin "night rain sends the north" It's hard to meet each other when it's hard to say goodbye, the east wind is powerless, hundreds of flowers are left behind - Li Shangyin "Untitled" The first time we meet, we will see each other, and then we will see each other again. All the sails are not the same, the slanting sunlight and the water is long, the intestines break the White Apple Chau - Wen Tingyun "Looking at the South River" Mordor is not soul-sucking, the curtain rolls in the west wind, the people are thinner than the yellow flowers - Li Qingzhao "Drunken Flower Yin" The wanderer. Where is the countryside at sunset, the smoky river makes people sad - Cui Hao "Yellow Crane Tower" Where is the book of the countryside, the returning geese by the side of the Luoyang - Wang Wan "Under the Sub-Beigu Mountain" This love can be turned into a memory, but at the time It's just that I was at a loss at the time. How much love is there for one night of love, and how long is the end of the world?