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This poem is believed to be familiar to everyone and the impression is very deep! This is a cordial and sincere motherly song. Mengjiao was so poor that he did not get the humble position of Shuyang County until he was fifty. This poem is the time when he was in the official residence of Liyang... At the beginning of the two sentences, "The line of the mother-in-law, the body of the wanderer", the two things that are very common with "line" and "clothing" are closely related to "mother" and "wandering". Together, write about the feelings of the mother and the child. But when I was reading kindergarten, I first felt that the meaning of this poem was: Mother woven clothes for her son, although not exquisite, beautiful, but it is a household name "warm card", she hopes In the cold winter, the son will not be frozen, put on it, and be warm.

Heaven is big, parents are big. I remember that during that cold winter vacation, my mother always liked to worry about my dressing. She didn't buy me a sweater from time to time. She said: "The weather in the south is getting colder and colder, it is faint and creepy. You have to be more guarded!" But I always reversed my mother's intentions - also because I was in a period of rebellion. When I finished basketball, the whole body was hot, hot and hot, just like being cooked. Whenever the mother saw me yelling, she always felt that she was really embarrassed and annoyed. Mom said: "I have to add clothes after the ball is finished. I will catch a cold when I am cold." Then I said, "I am so hot now, my body is sweaty, I am also hot and dead!" Silent. But she looked at me with that sharp eye, and then continued to cook for me patiently in the kitchen.

After a while, I have to take a shower, and my mother is going to wear the big, thick sweater for me. This sweater is woven for me when my mother is idle at home, it is like an armor. I stared at my mother's sharp eyes, and I was very helpless to wear it, but I thought to myself, I will secretly take it off later. Look at the time, just to open the meal... Shortly after the meal, I said, "I am full, go to the room first." Actually, I want to go to the room to watch TV, while taking off the sweater and watching TV, I At that time, my heart was so happy. When I turn on the TV, it is what I hate the most - the weather forecast. It is said that the weather fromnight to tomorrow is raining and cooling. When I said the word "cooling down", I did not hesitate to think of my mother, because if I want to cool down, my mother must force me to dress like a black bear, then I will not do it.

In the early morning, there was a trembling cold wind outside the window, and the sun was blowing. I got up lazily, and after a while, I ran a nose, and then I was out of control, just like the raging waters of the Yellow River in the Yangtze River. Suddenly, I found that swallowing water was a little hindered, and later I learned that it was a sore throat. After thinking about it, I realized that I was cold last night. I quickly went downstairs and drank some hot water and anti-inflammatory drugs. I don’t want to reveal it in my heart! I don't want my parents to know, but I am afraid that they are worried. I will not say it, so I have to take a step. However, when I was drinking tea at the restaurant, in an instant, the sticky nose slipped down the nose. I couldn’t wait to wipe it with a paper towel, but again and again, my parents finally noticed. "Why are you rubbing your nose all day?" I began to argue. "I have a little nose and itchy nose. I just tried it." They didn't say much more.

But often it is God's intention to get people, I can't help but cough a few times, and brought a little embarrassment. This time, my parents can blame me, they said: "Why are you jealous?" I was speechless, then my mother said: "Is it a cold?" I did not say anything. I was in a tense moment, talking to the bulls, and causing a strong reaction from everyone. Forced to say, I whispered a word: "A little cold!" Mom immediately said: "You see you, tell you to wear more clothes, you do not listen, but also blame." After the mother immediately drove Take me to a hospital. When I was seeing a doctor, my mother gave me the sweater I hated the most, but at this time I felt that the sweater made me feel the most intimate and warmest maternal love in the world, and let me fall in love with my mother again... ...

The most cordial call in the world is mother, the most amiable cry is the mother, the mother of the world is like the "warm card" sweater.