8. Poems of three
When a child who knows Numbers counts one, two, three, a poem is produced.
I'm not a poet, of course I can't write poetry, but I still can't figure it out:
Why there are only three "heaven and earth" in this world? Why are they the beginning of everything? Is not life two, two, three, and everything? Only three, can have the intention of increase, development?
Our motherland always source far, why only three emperors? Fusiliers bore fire, and fire, the symbol of the sun, is the emperor; Fu xi everywhere, is called the emperor; And god farming land, is the emperor. Is there another emperor? No. Why is that? I don't know.
Why do people only have three lights, "sun and moon", only they can give people light, hope and eternal enthusiasm. Why only three generations of xia, shang and zhou in history have the right to represent the slave civilization of our country?
Our motherland has always been the state of propriety and righteousness, but this and three what relations, slant leave so many allusion. Huan gong three side three bath to meet guan zhong, chong er three retreat three she reported to the king. Wasn't Lord xuande also the one who attacked wolong three times? Why did the ancients want three concessions? Why does it take three bows to show true respect? Why does it take three knocks to get the owner's answer? Even before the execution, the ancients to chase soul cannon, also want three rings?
People say things are only three, but why? Zhu jia zhuang is not three dozen can not break, gao tai wei is not three defeat does not return. Why don't the three countries do it? Did zhou gong jin also want three chi square to die?
Why is that? I don't understand.
A few years ago, did not see three words on the wall, the factory sign everywhere? They are the precocious "workers, peasants and soldiers", and only they can represent the people of our country.
Why do national leaders propose to put three big ball up, but there are many ball games in the sports world.
When men exert themselves, they do not count one, two, three, and then one thing is done. Why not count four?
Why left center right, top center bottom, front center back?
I don't get it.
Oh, three is the beginning of all things, is a true poem.
9. Over 0.dingyang (senior 1)
What's hard to come by,
Long dreams come to an end.
When a good friend rises and leaves,
Why is the world difficult to hero.
A scholar of the art, but a scholar of the art,
A man has been lifted up and sighed.
Where is not a sigh,
The moon shines on me.
My mother
The greatest thing in the world is the love of a mother. "Mengs fang fang" "mother-in-law chizi"... I would also like to praise the mother, my mother is a typical rural women, however, born from village, married with the village, she 1 6 meters tall, yuan yuan is a little fat face, his black hair has to have a couple of silver, the corners of the mouth is always with a kind smile, she read only is high, dropout home work, I have to painfully admitted: "my mother is ordinary."
But I wanted to praise my mother, for she was my mother, and no one said, "I can never repay my mother for the pain she caused me." When I was the coldest, my mother paid twice as much as others, and I should repay her twice as much.
I will write hymns, but I am not a poet, only a few memories to express all my love for my mother.
Every mother is love their children, the mother love love too selfish, seems to be a beast, remember when I just read primary school, a school, for some reason, several female students around me, make up, after I cheated, of course, face broken, after her mother know, it took me home at night to go to that a few girl, don't want to argue with somebody else for her, because she loves me. They laughed at each other afterwards, but I did not get beaten again.
I remember one time when my mother came home from work and asked me to pour water for her. When I held the bowl close to her, it broke to the ground. I cried and she didn't scold me out of the blue.
Busy team on the night work, every time we get a good meal, mother wake us to eat, once, the next morning said did not eat, so mothers laugh and cry.
Mother always gets up very early, she wants to cook breakfast, remember once mother just woke up, I also woke up, she said very want to sleep a little bit more, I said: "let me up, I do not sleep, you sleep will!" I wanted so much to be a substitute for my mother. She was too tired.
The mother is also a very kind-hearted person, once a girl was bitten by a dog outside the village to collect eggs, the blood on the leg, the mother saw that, immediately ran home, to her home yunnan baiyao put on, so grandmother old say she is not. I thought my mother was right, but I also thought my grandmother had a point. The mother also once for the village a young man matchmaking, paid a lot of painstaking efforts, but the marriage did not succeed.
Mother is very dutiful to grandma, once grandma hospitalization, eating no food, mother specially made dumplings for her to eat, sick friends in the same room also praise her mother.
My mother would beat and scold me or punish me. Once I take brother hat behind the play and great-grandparent stop me, I won't let, he says otherwise throw the hat to the outside, because is my brother's hat, also didn't afraid of him, he really did so, the mother thought that is what I lost, then scold me, then I cried with you, she know is my great grandfather, then to me ask for forgiveness, at this time but I feel is wrong, just forget about it.
One night, my mother went to tangbian to wash clothes, I went to shine the torch, she suddenly asked me growing up is not good to her? Hen-pecked? I could not answer at that time. Although I was thinking about how to honor her and earn money for her when I grew up, it was too far away.
Mother gave me a lot of emotions, or love or hate, or love or anger, or sad or music, or beating or scolding, maybe this will make up the whole motherly love.
My mother is ordinary, speaking of my mother, I do not have a lofty image and character. I only think of a 6 meter tall, round slightly fat face, ears of black hair but a few silver threads, mouth always with a kind smile of women. I loved her and praised her because she was a real mother.