Thoughts on Zhu Ziqing's Reading Back (1)
"In the glittering and translucent tears, and saw the fat, green cotton-padded gown black cloth coat. Alas, I don't know when I can see him again. "After reading Zhu Ziqing's" Back ",it seems that a pair of big hands are touching my heartstrings, which makes my heart restless for a long time.
In an instant, I found a few strands of white hair of my father in the dim light. Somehow, I feel my nose is sour and tears are coming out. I am old, and so is my father. His spine was bent unconsciously by time, his face was quietly covered with rough wrinkles, his big hands silently grew Chen Ho's calluses, and his black hair also left a silvery white mark in the old age. Just like the father in The Back, his tall and straight body is gradually shrinking.
The building has been built and well decorated. Dad has quietly paid so much for our family, and the gaps in the years are all trivial fragments, all of which are deep fatherly love! But have I ever given my father a bowl of rice? Did you ever say "Dad, take a break"?
I neglected that deep love. I always greedily enjoyed my father's protection, but I gave him the same gratitude and love in return. At that moment, silent sadness and guilt welled up in my heart. How ignorant I am. I just found out that the pale hair on my father's head and the dense folds in the corners of my eyes are the times I miss most and need to cherish most. They are like sucking their father's high-spirited years, settling and calm as deep water, but burying great energy.
Recalling the days when father and son fought together and encouraged each other, I buried myself on my father's back and listened to his story slowly. My father was so young and handsome at that time. And that father is gradually leaving me now. When I was a child, my father was my hero and omnipotent; When I grow up, he is still my biggest role model, pointing me in my life and study. When my father is not at home, I will learn from my father and do what I can. Dad is a worker and works late every day. But after a hard day's work, we still have to cook and wash dishes for us and work in the fields at night. Looking at my father's tired figure, I feel heartache. I also found that these seemingly easy things are actually not easy, but rather cumbersome and difficult. It turned out that my father's skilled technology was formed through labor accumulation. I know my father will need me, too. Although every time I went to help him, I was always said "I am still young" and refused my help, it was because my father loved me and didn't want me to suffer. It was his deep fatherly love that rejected me. Indeed, as a young man, I can't shoulder the burden of my family, nor can I support my father like Zhu Ziqing. I still need my father to protect this family, and I also need my father to accompany me, encourage me and guide me. But I'm not a hungry baby anymore. I also want to learn to help my father share the housework and comfort him when he is tired. I also look forward to seeing his happy expression when I can help him reduce the burden at home or get satisfactory results in his studies.
As a student, my father pays special attention to my grades and is very strict with me. Once, with my efforts, I won the eighth place in the whole school. "Very good!" ""What a wonderful son! "My father is a little incoherent, but he looks very proud. That is the best reward I have worked hard to get these days, which is more precious than any material reward. I will do my duty, strive for the best in my studies, satisfy myself and make my father proud.
This kind of fatherly love has crept into every aspect of my life. The vibrant garden in the yard was watered by my father's blood and sweat; The shabby crib in the corner was made by my father when I was a child. Everything is my father's silent but deep love and protection. Although sometimes my father will severely reprimand me, I know it is because my father doesn't want me to suffer like him. This is where I especially thank him. It is under his strict guidance that I can have this upstream academic achievement. Behind his stern face is a figure full of fatherly love.
Look at this home. It is built on my father's steel frame. This solemn love!
Many people think maternal love is great. They always think so, but they ignore another kind of love that is greater than maternal love-fatherly love. Fatherly love is not as direct as maternal love, nor as flamboyant as maternal love, but fatherly love is the greatest love in the world. Father loves like a mountain, firm and deep! May each of us feel the silent fatherly love and appreciate the silent fatherly love.
Thoughts on Zhu Ziqing's Rereading (2)
Tears are still shining in the corner of my eyes, and the passing time reflects the faded past in my heart. Just like a flashback movie, I repeatedly searched for a pair of warm big hands in the faint darkness. Those hands held me weak, and when I longed to hug him, I was out of reach. His back said, "Where you fall, you have to stand up, even if you are alone." Immature mind, seemingly incomprehensible; Firm words are familiar.
Close the Chinese textbook, Zhu Ziqing's father's back is still rippling in his heart. In retrospect, my father's love for Zhu Ziqing was so profound and strong. In the article, Zhu Ziqing described his father's back in many places. That bloated, stumbling, difficult and familiar back contains such strong love. The author went to Xuzhou to attend the funeral, looked at the wolf's home, thought of her dead grandmother, and couldn't help crying. At this time, his father advised: "That's it, don't be sad, but God never shuts one door but he opens another!" " "In fact, the father is more sad than his son. His misfortune never rains but it pours, and such bleak things as bereavement and unemployment did not make him complain. He always loves his son. In fact, he could ask others to send his son to the railway station, but he did it himself because he was worried. Even though my son is in his twenties, he has traveled to and from Beijing several times. In fact, he didn't have to risk his life to climb onto the platform to buy oranges for his son. He did it because of love. Although the pace is staggering, the railway is dangerous and the platform is difficult to climb. That chubby figure, which may make people laugh, is so bitter against the backdrop of love. How hard it is to finish, how easy it is to hide under love. Just like a sharp blade piercing other people's emotions, even the tip of the nose reveals a touch of sadness. When I left, my father walked so easily and said, "I'm leaving, write to me there." "In fact, the father's heart is so attached to his son, so sad, just to prevent his son from being sad." His back is mixed with people coming and going, and he can't find it anymore. "This made his son's sadness and melancholy come back. The farther the shadow is, the closer the heart is, and the son realizes his father's meticulous love.
My side, also have such a figure. With the tilt of the balance of years and the fall of the hourglass of time, the back is not as strong as before, and it has become a bit more vicissitudes under the wind and rain of more than ten years. He took my hand, showed me the sunrise and sunset, and told me to March bravely toward the light like Kuafu day by day; He took me by the hand and took me to the concert, telling me that dazzling on the stage requires painstaking efforts; He took me by the hand and took me to smell the breath of spring, telling me that everything in spring is full of vitality, and I want to be a real living person; He took my hand and showed me the sweetness of nectar and grass dew, telling me how beautiful nature is. That's my back. When I was sick, I paced back and forth anxiously outside the room. That's my back, slapping me when I talk about greed, helpless and angry back; That's my back, the back that I left quietly after being taken care of at night; That's my back, holding my high score paper, trembling with excitement.
I want to hug his back, and when I was lonely and helpless, he gave me the belief I insisted on; I want to hug his back. When I was ignorant, he gave me a thoughtful philosophy. I want to hug my back. When I had mixed feelings, he gave me the ease to let go. I want to hug his back. He gave me a shoulder to lean on when my heart was broken.
Thoughts on Zhu Ziqing's Rereading (3)
The world always says that maternal love is great and selfless, but I think that fatherly love is silent and fatherly love is like a mountain. Deep in my memory, I can't erase Zhu Ziqing's back. His delicate writing style, seemingly plain but unforgettable, is like a cloud wadding across the sky, leaving a love story in the sky that will never be erased.
The deep fatherly love makes people deeply miss it. Behind it is a father's deep love for his children, filled with the unique sadness in Zhu Ziqing's works. Father's family is poor and has changed, but he still cares about his children silently like every parent. Especially in the railway station, the back of my father buying oranges and climbing the platform is deeply branded in everyone's heart. The father struggled to climb the stone fence to buy bright red oranges for his son. Just oranges? And heavy fatherly love! When you leave, take a few steps to look back. Worry, expectation, concern, as if written on his back, clear and profound, unforgettable!
Love is noble in simplicity; Love is singing in silence; Love is folding brilliance in transparency. Climbing the fence to buy oranges for my son is an ordinary and extraordinary thing. This is normal in Qian Qian's dedication to absolute love, but extraordinary behind thousands of ordinary people! "His back is mixed with people coming and going, and he can't find it anymore." In the sea of life, I believe I will recognize the stumbling back at once, that is the father who bought himself oranges that day.
Whose back is it? Always shuttling through dangerous places to save me from my troubles? Whose back is it? Always waiting at the bedside, boiling red eyes don't care? who is it? It's the father! After reading this article, I can't help thinking: every weekend, I have to go outside to study, and my father always sees me off rain or shine. I always watch his back drive away in my sight, but I know he always leaves when I take a few steps and looks at my back when I enter school. We will watch each other's backs go away, but we all show love for each other, just like Zhu Ziqing and his father.
Come back, come quietly, go quietly. No matter how big or small, lofty or humble, it embodies sincere harmony and is the most beautiful emotional love endowed by nature!
Back, in our hearts, let the soft waves of love go round and round.
"But how much love an inch of grass has, and I got three spring rays." Yes, how can I repay my parents' kindness? Mothers are tolerant when they make mistakes, accompany them when they are lost, and comfort them when they cry, while fathers encourage them when they fail, be strict when they succeed, and help them when they need it. There is no flowery language to describe the father who has devoted himself silently, and all the languages are not enough. But what he paid for the children, bit by bit, was the sea, grain by grain was the mountain, and piece by piece was the sky. Open an old photo album. Do you remember? The heavy concern in your heart is an ordinary and extraordinary thing that your father did for you. Father's love, without gorgeous decoration and publicity, will always be with us, accompanying us and encouraging us!
Thoughts on Zhu Ziqing's Rereading (4)
When I first read Zhu Ziqing's article, I was intoxicated by the beautiful spring scenery he described, the beautiful moonlight on the lotus pond and the picturesque scenery of Qinhuai River, and I also realized the enlightenment he gave me in a hurry. But among his many poetic articles, the only one, The Back, touched my heart deeply. The sincere love between their father and son is like petals falling in my heart lake, which makes me restless for a long time.
At the beginning of the article, it is explained that father and son came together because of grandma's death. My father idled at home, and his home was in a mess and the situation was bleak. A faint sadness lingers between the lines, and my heart can't help but be a little astringent. However, when I saw the farewell scene of father and son Pukou, the bitterness in my heart increased a little, and I felt sour. The Nazi's acidity went straight into my eyes, unbearable, and my eyes and heart could not be calm. The old father, who was unable to move, crossed the railway and turned over the platform. It took him a lot of trouble to buy some oranges for the children to eat on the road. At this point, Zhu Ziqing saw his father's hard but difficult back shed tears, and my heart ached. After my father bought oranges, he put them in Zhu Ziqing's leather coat, as if relieved, practical and satisfied. I can't help thinking: This is the portrayal of fathers, thousands of fathers in Qian Qian and Qian Qian. Their love is simple and clumsy, because they are not good at expressing, so they have to melt in these oranges in Huang Chengcheng. But isn't that what true love is? Fade the gorgeous rhetoric, every move contained in life, bit by bit, aren't those feelings, joy and warmth love? Is it not an ordinary father's sincere and heavy love for his children? Finally, the farewell between father and son was drowned in the crowds coming and going, and the sadness of parting was immersed in several times of looking back, which made Zhu Ziqing shed tears of farewell and I shed tears of emotion.
At the end of the article, my eyes seemed to see the chubby figure wearing a blue cotton gown and a black cotton-padded jacket, the figure climbing over the podium and struggling hard, and the figure gradually disappearing into the sea of people. The figure in front of me constantly overlaps with the familiar figure, which is the father's back, a stalwart and warm back. In my impression, he used to be in high spirits, but in the back of cooking, repairing lights and working away from home, white hair gradually appeared on his temples and traces of years flowing around his eyes. He is no longer as energetic as when he was young, but will watch TV and fall asleep slowly. I grew up, but he was old, and his love for me only increased, and his back became warmer and warmer in daily trivialities.
In fact, the fate between us and our parents is only this life. We can neither keep the hurried time nor keep our parents young forever. What can we do? I think it is in this quiet time that I feel the warmth of my family, feel every gift of love, spare no effort to return love and be grateful for love. Don't miss the first morning every day, don't miss the first cup of tea at home, don't miss the light that shines for you at night, even the back. Wanderers who are away from home always go home to have a look. Do you know how much you miss and worry when you come back from home? Zhu Dexiao comes first. What our ancestors told us was not only to face difficulties and achieve our career, but also to be grateful to our parents. There are thousands of countries. If everyone takes good care of their small homes, they can build a country. Don't let the tragedy of children wanting to raise and not kissing happen to us.
"The so-called scene of father, daughter and mother only shows the fate between you and him, that is, you have been watching his back drift away all your life."
The old tree in front of the door has sprouted, and the dead tree in the yard has blossomed again. I have to talk a lot all my life and hide my hair in white.
Thoughts on Zhu Ziqing's Rereading (5)
This is a work written by Grandpa Zhu Ziqing in the 1920s. Although time is far away from us, we can still feel the deep affection between their father and son.
What moved me most was the father's pure and selfless love for his son. "My dad is a fat man, and it will take some effort to walk over. I was going to go, but he refused, so I had to let him go. I saw him limping to the railway, slowly leaning down, wearing a small black hat, a big black jacket and a dark blue cotton robe. It's not difficult. But it is not easy for him to climb the platform over there when he crosses the railway. He climbed up with both hands, and his feet shrank again; His fat body leans slightly to the left, showing signs of hard work. At this time, I saw his back, and my tears soon flowed down. When I looked out again, he had already gone back with a scarlet orange. "
Every time I read this, I will be moved by my father's affection and can't help crying. Although my son is 20 years old, his father always does this and that for him. In his eyes, his son is always the most important.
It occurred to me that in my real life, my parents don't treat me like this. From babbling, stumbling, to stepping into the school gate, every growth and progress of mine contains the kindness of my parents. Every day, while I am still sleeping, my mother has got up and cooked breakfast for me. She always wakes me up at the last minute in order to let me sleep more. In the afternoon, my mother took me home, prepared dinner with a day's work fatigue, accompanied me to do my homework after dinner, learned about my study and always cared about me.
I remember when I was in the third grade, I had a cold and a fever. My mother first gave me medicine to drink, but after all, she was not at ease. She stayed with me until my fever dropped and my mother fell asleep. The next morning, my fever went down. My mother woke me up and accompanied me to finish breakfast. My mother insisted on sending me to school for fear of delaying my homework. But she is not at ease. At noon, she braved the heavy rain to send me medicine. Her clothes were all wet at that time, but she didn't mind asking me questions. Looking at my mother's wet hair, I can't tell whether it is rain or sweat on my face. As soon as my nose hurts, tears are swirling in my eyes, and I hold back from letting it flow out. When my mother left in a hurry, I forgot to ask her if she had eaten. At that moment, I looked at her back and said silently in my heart, "Mom, I love you!" " "
After reading the article "Back", I have a deeper understanding of father, mother, fatherly love and maternal love. "The thread in the hands of a loving mother makes clothes for wayward children", these two poems truly reflect the mother's love for her children! No matter how old I am or how far away from home, I will never forget how kind my parents are to me.