From the threads a mother’s hand weaves,A gown for parting son is made.Sown stitch by stitch before he leaves,For fear his return be delayed.Such kindness as young grass receives,From the warm sun can’t be repaid....From the threads a mother’s hand weaves,A gown for parting son is made.Sown stitch by stitch before he leaves,For fear his return be delayed.Such kindness as young grass receives,From the warm sun can’t be repaid.慈母手中线,游子身上衣。临行密密缝,意恐迟迟归。谁言寸草心,报得三春晖。此诗采用白描的手法,通过回忆一个看似平常的临行前缝衣的场景,歌颂了母爱的伟大与无私。展开更多
文摘From the threads a mother’s hand weaves,A gown for parting son is made.Sown stitch by stitch before he leaves,For fear his return be delayed.Such kindness as young grass receives,From the warm sun can’t be repaid.慈母手中线,游子身上衣。临行密密缝,意恐迟迟归。谁言寸草心,报得三春晖。此诗采用白描的手法,通过回忆一个看似平常的临行前缝衣的场景,歌颂了母爱的伟大与无私。
