Praise hand-written poems

1. Poems about hand-woven bamboo wares

Poetry about hand-woven bamboo wares 1. Poetry about handmade works

Handmade verse

The wandering son

The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son.

Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.

But how much love an inch of grass has is three times!

Deep maternal love bathes children all the time. However, for Meng Jiao, a wanderer who has been displaced for many years, the most unforgettable moment is the painful moment of separation between mother and child. This poem describes the ordinary scene of a loving mother mending clothes at this time, but it shows the poet's deep feelings. The first two sentences, "thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward son's body", are actually two phrases, not two sentences. In this way, from people to things, the two most common things are highlighted, and the love of flesh and blood between mother and child is written. Then write two sentences about people's actions and attitudes, focusing on loving mothers. At this moment before departure, the old mother's stitches were very thin. She was afraid that her son would not be able to go home for a long time, so she had to sew the clothes more firmly. In fact, the heart of the old man is not eager for his son to return safely as soon as possible! The affectionate feelings of loving mothers are revealed in the most subtle places in daily life. Simple and natural, kind and touching. There are neither words nor tears here, but a pure feeling of love overflows from this common scene, which touches the heartstrings of every reader, makes people cry, and evokes the cordial association and deep memory of children all over the world.

Meng Jiao (75 1~8 14) was a poet in the Tang Dynasty. The word dongye. Han nationality, born in Wu Kang, Huzhou (now Deqing, Zhejiang), was originally from Pingchang (now northeast of Linyi, Shandong) and lived in Luoyang (now Henan). A famous poet in Tang Dynasty. There are more than 500 existing poems, among which the short five-character ancient poems are the most, which is represented as Ode to a Wanderer. Known as the "poet's prisoner", it is also as famous as Jia Dao, and is called "Jiaohan Island is thin". In the ninth year of Yuanhe, he died in Ganxiang (now Lingbao, Henan). Zhang Ji married Mr Yao Zhen privately.

Step 2 describe weaving poems

A machine, weaving a shuttle, flew away, and the blue room was always worried and sleepless all night. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.

Two machines, the quiet sound of the moon is sparse and inextricably linked. Make it into a paragraph and write it back. It will be sent to Iraq.

Three machines, there is a flower playing in the center, delicate red, light green and beautiful in spring. You must fold it early. One branch is thick and bright. Don't treat the ice grass.

Four machines, Yuanyang wants to fly together, and the poor old man is the first white spring wave and green grass, in the depths of Han Xiao, relatively bathed in red.

Five machines, the heart is dense and smart, and the acacia branches are connected. Under the double-headed flower, two concentric places, a pair of young people.

Six machines, carved brocade, half out of the cloak, the blue room has a plan for spring. Adding seal script to the stove is a long line, which is relatively late for embroidery.

In the seventh machine, the spring silkworm spits all silk, so it is easy to cut Luo Qi. For no reason, Xian Xiong Cai Feng has two kinds of clothes.

Eight machines, delicate jade hands live all the time, and the Shujiang River is full of spring. The fragrant musk deer and the embroidered quilt in the greenhouse have not returned.

Nine machines, a heart grows in a hundred flowers, and all flowers compete for red quilts. They all hide their heads in spring and are not afraid to sleep for a long time.

3. Poetry about weaving

Sangi

[Spring and Autumn Period] The Book of Songs Xiaoya

Yes, mulberry leaves are difficult.

What a pleasure it is to meet a gentleman!

Sanchi has it, and its leaves have wo.

See a gentleman, why not!

Sanchi has a kind of leaves, and its leaves are very quiet.

See a gentleman, sound hole glue.

I love my heart, but I don't care if I am far away!

The center has hidden it. When will it be forgotten?

Silkworm fu

[Warring States] Xun Kuang

There is something here, it looks like it, it has become a god many times, and it has been praised by the world for its eternal writing. Rites and music succeed, divide the noble and the poor, help the old and bring the young, and then be saved. Notoriousness is a violent neighbor. If you succeed, you will lose your body. If you succeed, you will lose your family. Abandon their old people and accept their children. People are profitable, but birds eat people. I am ignorant, please make use of it. Wu Tai Zhan said: Although this husband and wife are good, who comes first? People who don't live long after repeated changes? A strong and clumsy old man? Who has parents but no children? In winter, you travel in summer, eat mulberries and spin silk, live in summer and hate summer heat, like humidity and hate rain before treating chaos. Pupa misses mother, moth misses father. Three bends and three combinations, big things. Husband is called silkworm management. Silkworm.

Mulberry picking degree

Yuefu poems in the Southern and Northern Dynasties

Silkworms are born in March, and spring mulberry is full of green.

Daughter picks spring mulberry, and the song is blown as spring music.

You can swim and pick mulberry girls, which is full of fragrant spring scenery.

The posture in spring should be charming and the makeup elements should be clean.

Tie strips and pick spring mulberry leaves one by one.

Mulberry picking without hooks will damage the purple skirt.

Yuhuan raises silkworms at one point and a hundred ridges at one end.

When it is dark and thin, mulberry leaves are often thoughtless.

Mulberry leaves are picked in spring, and the forest is full of joy.

If your silkworms are less than 100, you must embroider them.

When mulberry leaves are full of sunshine and the moon is full of the moon, how can green leaves be elegant?

Climbing to the bar on the tree table will ruin this purple skirt.

Pseudosilkworms will turn into cocoons, but not into silk.

Nothing is obtained for nothing. Silkworm rearing is at the bottom.

To Wang Su

Xie Family [Southern and Northern Dynasties]

This is an aluminum foil silkworm.

Today's machines are made of silk.

Win by winning,

I clearly remember that lingering time.

Song of silk

Bao [Southern Song Dynasty]

Rousang feels the solar wind, and Ana is a woman in blue.

Hang green leaves and look at women's hands.

Spring silkworms should not be old, and they often conceive silk day and night.

It's a pity to be exhausted, and lingering has its own time.

Silkworms begin to cocoon and acacia is dense.

Into the soup, you horse * * *.

Susie has a lot of personality and likes to renew her frontier.

Dare to resign, but afraid of sex.

Moshangsang

[Southern Liang Chao] Wu Jun

On the mulberry tree,

Shadow and stranger return to the pond.

Stripes reflect the daytime,

The thin leaves are yellow.

Reflection on silkworm hunger concubine,

Wipe your tears and carry the basket.

An old friend would rather know this,

I hate frying people's intestines

pick mulberry leaves

[Southern Liang Chao] Wu Jun

My concubine has a bad brain,

Caisang Weicheng South.

Reduce the embroidery of branches,

Crazy phoenix hairpin.

The floral costume is long and thin,

Moths fly to the green pond.

I have no reason to report your letter,

Snoring at silkworms.

4. There are poems about bamboo.

Modern poem one. "Bamboo" Zhang's noble feelings ripple in the cold blue waves, and the literati have my ethereal spirit, and everyone's family is not tired of the dust in the deep pavilion. In spring, I watch egrets flying in rice fields, in summer, I listen to the voices of women picking tea, and in autumn, I send swallows to harvest. Bamboo bloomed for the first time in my life, and it was also the only time in my life-inscription: For a long time, the land I clung to under my feet began to flourish gradually, and day after day, year after year, I quietly sprouted. I just never pay attention to the words of the literati, praise or belittle. I take care of myself and grow a new life with the roots that extend outward in spring. Without you, everything will go on peacefully until the end of time, until the land where I grew up is submerged by the sea. But the world doesn't believe that if my life can't return to the original point before the hypothesis, your appearance will suddenly fill my empty heart with infinite passion. I want to explode for you and exhaust my heart. You know I never bloom, and your appreciation of me is just a green leaf, but I know your regret: how can I not bloom like a plant? So, I decided to blossom for you, just for you and me, regardless of the warning from heaven, or even whether I can really bloom beautiful flowers. I just want to prove my determination to you, so that night, I opened flowers for you. I'm so tired that I can't even look at myself in the early morning sun. I just told myself that I had realized my greatest wish in my life. You came to me with a surprised expression. I don't know what I did wrong, but I know I was wrong. Your regret was originally just a regret, but now I don't even have the capital for you to appreciate. With dead leaves, I just want to bloom flowers that are not beautiful, so you just look at me regretfully and turn away. At that moment, I couldn't support myself anymore, and withering was my final outcome.

Prose A. Bamboo The green bamboo around the village of Zhu Wenlin has always remained in my memory, just like my childhood. Pieces of bamboo forests have turned the ancient water village into a green world, and slim bamboos stretch out into the sky, just like my unattainable childhood dream, just like bamboo leaves cut off spring, summer, autumn and winter one by one, leaving only pieces of broken memories. Affectionate warm wind, the fragrance of bamboo into a chill, refreshing.

Very pure, dissolved in deep memories, always aftertaste. The days of swaying bamboo shadows are over. Only beautifully patterned bamboo mats accompany me when I am afraid of the heat in summer. Dead bamboo is used as a tool to dry clothes. After years of sunshine and rain, it has already lost its original green color and turned into a yellowed memory.

I didn't see the bamboo blossom either, but it really disappeared in front of me. Maybe children don't need such bamboo forests anymore. They have more expensive toys. They are all only children, and their parents don't trust them to enter the bamboo forest, because there are more or less dangers in the bamboo forest, and I have met snakes in the depths of the bamboo forest.

Tall bamboo may be the real reason for its disappearance. One day, a small chemical factory was built on the edge of a small village, and bamboo became extinct. Without bamboo, people are just as happy, which is the result of economic take-off.

However, bamboo forest occupies a large part in my heart. In the bamboo forest, I have a carefree childhood, my laughter and my happiness. Fresh and tender bamboo shoots are my favorite food. Zongzi wrapped with bamboo shoots is so fragrant.

At sunset, flocks of birds are my chasing target. Although I only have a slingshot made of several rubber bands in my hand, the pebbles I shoot may not hit the birds, but the excitement is indescribable. Climbing bamboo, swinging, digging bird's nest ... Bamboo is elegant and noble, so it has an indissoluble bond with literati, so that it has reached the point where there is no bamboo to live in.

Planting a bunch of bamboo in the yard not only brings you green, but also adds elegance to your life, so there is a kind of "new bamboo" and the cool color is green. Ran Ran suspected the powder, and the rustling gradually attracted the wind.

It's sunny and rainy, but it's sparse. Only the round and round joints have the same firmness.

"Lying near the window and building two or three clumps will add peace and tranquility to your life. The shadow cuts the golden moon, and the sound knocks the cold jade and shakes the wind.

Don't believe that ChristianRandPhillips's tears are red and he has no money. Naturally, I like you better. I live humbly in the ice and snow.

"Yuan Zhen and Liu Jian show the quietness and solidity of Hsinchu in an affectionate way, which is reminiscent of a small house hidden in the mountains. Those green bamboos are decorations. Hermits are like immortals enjoying tea and bamboo in the courtyard. This is probably the beauty of the fairyland that we have been drawn from childhood. Scholars love bamboo not only because of its beauty, but also because of its nobleness. His upright and upright character, which is not afraid of wind, frost and cold, is exactly what literati have been pursuing all their lives and is also the foundation of being a man.

"Snow pressed the branches very low, although it couldn't reach the mud; Once the sun rises, it still lives in harmony with the sky. " This is the reputation of integrity given to bamboo by Zhu Yuanzhang, the Ming emperor; "Shuang Ling and bamboo arrows stand out from the crowd and have a spring festival with heaven and earth" is the confidence of bamboo; "I insist that Qingshan does not relax, and its roots are broken rocks; It is still strong after thousands of trials. This is the power of bamboo and the power of bamboo. " Section after section, thousands of leaves remain; I don't blossom, and I don't want to tease bees and butterflies "is the sublimity of bamboo;" "Smoking, rain and wind are all appropriate. Fu Shui Cang Cun Fu Song Jian

Move Xiao Sao away from the temple. Cleaning to avoid invading the front peak.

The invading moss destroyed the spring buds. In summer, the winding path is slightly cloudy.

Rogue apricot flowers are full of emotions. Several branches are compatible with each other.

"This is a lovely bamboo. With such a good reputation, people naturally like bamboo.

The greatness of bamboo is that it can be made into all kinds of articles, and small and exquisite bamboo baskets can hold articles; Solid bamboo stools and chairs can make people sit comfortably; Exquisite bamboo mats are essential in midsummer. Bamboo pole is not a precious thing, but it is very practical.

When I was young, I used it to add fresh fish soup to the dining table again and again. In those days when life is not rich, such days are considered to be happy. Bamboo also has an indissoluble bond with music. Long bamboo knots are made into bamboo flutes, flutes and other musical instruments. Then, touching homesick songs will ring in the sky, and bamboo will melt our feelings into each song.