"Reminiscence of Mother"

Today, I learned a lesson about the Chinese text "Reminiscing Mother" with my classmates, which made me feel a lot. Here, I will share with you.

This text introduces the two mothers, the mother and the motherland, and the same high respect and equally sincere love for them. It fully expresses the author's permanent remorse for the mother and the unchanging love for the motherland.

I feel quite deeply about this sentence: "God! Don't even give me a clear dream? I look at the gray sky, in the tears, the mother's face is illusory." I am a poor author! Since the author has been studying abroad for a long time, there is not much time around his mother, and he does not have a deep memory of his mother's appearance. Therefore, he can only remember as much as possible and constantly think back.

Just right, I have just returned from the quality education base in Jinan. I am deeply impressed by the author’s imminent new model of the mother. Just arrived at the base for one day, it is the Mid-Autumn Festival, this is the time when the family should have a round moon cake, the high wall separates us from our family. Although there are round moon cakes there, it is not as sweet as the home; although there are slapstick salutes there, it is not as warm as the home. I am homesick, I want my mother, I can't stand it! In my dream, I dreamed of my mother, dreaming that my mother looked at me kindly, dreaming that my mother caressed me with my hand, I woke up and woke up, woke up and wanted to catch the dream, dream, but I didn’t know how to fly. where it goes.

Therefore, I should help my mother to do some housework as much as she can, even if she is just helping her to make a cup of hot tea and a pair of slippers. Moreover, I have grown up. I am not the old one. I am not the child who will only spoil in my mother's arms. I must do my part to honor my mother.

Mother hands line, wandering clothing. Departure thick seam, meaning fear of delay in return. Who is arrogant, and reported to San Chunhui. Here, I am carrying the heart of the grass, like all the mothers of the world say: "All things are good, always healthy!"

I have two mothers in my life: one is the mother who gave birth to me; the other is my motherland. I have the same high respect and the same sincere love for these two mothers.

I left my biological mother when I was six years old and went to live in the city. In the middle, I went back to my hometown twice, all of them were mourning. I only stayed with my mother for a few days and still returned to the city. In the last eight years, when I was in the second year of college, my mother abandoned and lived only forty years old. I cried for a few years, and I couldn’t eat and sleep. I really want to go underground with my mother. My wish has not been fulfilled. Since then I have become an orphan without a mother. A child who lacks maternal love is a person with incomplete soul. I am full of hatred with a soul that is incomplete. When I think of my mother, I will burst into tears for decades. Now when I am in Germany, I am coming to Göttingen, a lonely town. I don’t know why, my mother has come to dreams.

My motherland, I am leaving her for the first time. The time of leaving is only a few months. I don't know why, my mother has come to dreams.

In order to preserve the true feelings of the time and avoid using the emotions of today to tamper with the feelings of the time, I will not add narratives, do not describe them, and only extract a few paragraphs from the diary of Goettingen:

November 16, 1935

Soon it was dark outside. I think this is the most interesting time at dusk. I didn't turn on the light, just stood silently in front of the window, watching the darkness gradually weaving the sky and weaving the opposite roof. Everything sinks in the darkness of the hustle and bustle. My heart is often active in an atmosphere that is quiet and can no longer be quiet. This activity is minor and I simply don't know that there is such an event. I think of my hometown, the old friend in my hometown, my heart is a bit sour, a bit bleak. However, this bleak but different from the ordinary bleak, is sweet, thick,

I have two mothers in my life: one is the mother who gave birth to me; the other is my motherland. I have the same high respect and the same sincere love for these two mothers.

I left my biological mother when I was six years old and went to live in the city. In the middle, I went back to my hometown twice, all of them were mourning. I only stayed with my mother for a few days and still returned to the city. In the last eight years, when I was in the second year of college, my mother abandoned and lived only forty years old. I cried for a few years, and I couldn’t eat and sleep. I really want to go underground with my mother. My wish has not been fulfilled. Since then I have become an orphan without a mother. A child who lacks maternal love is a person with incomplete soul. I am full of hatred with a soul that is incomplete. When I think of my mother, I will burst into tears for decades. Now when I am in Germany, I am coming to Göttingen, a lonely town. I don’t know why, my mother has come to dreams.

My motherland, I am leaving her for the first time. The time of leaving is only a few months. I don't know why, my mother has come to dreams.

In order to preserve the true feelings of the time and avoid using the emotions of today to tamper with the feelings of the time, I will not add narratives, do not describe them, and only extract a few paragraphs from the diary of Goettingen:

November 16, 1935

Soon it was dark outside. I think this is the most interesting time at dusk. I didn't turn on the light, just stood silently in front of the window, watching the darkness gradually weaving the sky and weaving the opposite roof. Everything sinks in the darkness of the hustle and bustle. My heart is often active in an atmosphere that is quiet and can no longer be quiet. This activity is minor and I simply don't know that there is such an event. I think of my hometown, the old friend in my hometown, my heart is a bit sour, a bit bleak. However, this bleak but different from the ordinary bleak, is sweet, thick,

I dreamed of my mother at night, I woke up and cried. When I woke up and wanted to catch this dream, my dream didn't know where to fly.

The following depicts the scene of seeing a mother in a dream. The last paragraph is:

God! Don't even give me a clear dream? I look at the gray sky, in the tears, illusion of the mother's face.

When I was in China, I only missed it, and I only missed a mother. Now I have come abroad, and I have added a motherland to my mother. This kind of nostalgia was very strong when I first arrived in Göttingen. I have not broken it in the future. The nostalgia for these two mothers has been with me for ten years in Germany and eleven years in Europe.

Sixth grade: Shang Lei