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What rhymes with grass?

What does grass rhyme with

If I were a grass, I would green the earth.

If I were a blade of grass, I would bloom.

If I were a blade of grass, I would be the pearl of the desert.

If I were a grass, I would give birth to many grasses and share my worries with Mother Earth

If I were a grass, I would be the pearl of the desert. What is the meaning of Who says that an inch of grass has a heart, but the three springs of sunshine

The Song of the Traveling Son

Author: Meng Jiao Era: Tang Genre: Lefu

The thread in the hands of the doting mother, the clothes on the body of the traveler's son. The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the body of a wandering son.

Who says an inch of grass has a heart, but it repays the three spring suns.

Note:

1, inch of grass: a metaphor for very small.

2, three spring sunshine: three spring, refers to the spring of Mengchun, Chungchun, quarter spring; Hui, sunshine; describes the mother's love as the warm spring

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Rhyming translation:

The kind mother holds the needle and thread in her hand.

A kind mother holds a needle and thread in her hands.

She was busy sewing it tightly before the trip,

because she was worried that the child would not be able to return from the trip.

Who can say that a little filial piety like the grass

can repay the favor of a loving mother like the spring sunshine?

Commentary:

This is an ode to a mother's love.

This is an ode to a mother's love. The poem celebrates the great beauty of human nature - mother's love.

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The first two lines of the poem are about a mother and her son, and about a thread and a garment, but they point out that mother and son depend on each other

The love of flesh and blood. The middle two lines focus on the mother's actions and gestures, showing the mother's deep love for her son

. Although there are no words, no tears, but overflowing with the pure love, heart-stopping, tear-jerking. The last two sentences are the sublimation of the first

four sentences, with a common image of the metaphor, to send the red hot feelings, for the spring like mother's love, grass like

children, how can I repay in the unlikely?

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The whole poem is not a gorgeous word, and there is no clever carving, in the fresh and smooth, simple and plain language, full of rich

The mellow poetry flavor, the love is sincere, for thousands of years, how many readers' heartstrings, caused thousands of travelers **** Ming.

Use white clouds or grass to make a poem, use words to be simple, rhyme, preferably, use "when I was a child, after growing up, and now" time words. Thank you 40 points

Sun, Hello Wei Wei -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The sun walks in the sky. He sees the most things, he hears the most stories, he knows the most things.  He knows that children like to go to the river and play, so he gives off light and warmth, melting the snow on the mountain tops and making the clear, bright water rumble in the river.  He knew that the children loved to play in the woods, so he sent out light and warmth to make the trees green and sprout, so that the earth would be covered with green and alive with new life.  He knew that the children loved to eat fruit, so he sent out light and warmth, so that the melon fields grew honey and the fruit forests were full of sweetness.  He knew that the children loved flowers, so he sent out light and warmth, and told the flowers to open up, so that the earth would be filled with a fresh fragrance.  He knows that children love birds, so he sends out light and warmth, and when sunshine and warmth nourish the birds' singing throats, they pour their hearts full of love into singing the praises of nature.  Sun, every corner of the world he has reached, all the world's good he has seen, all the world's bad he has seen; all the world's beauty he has seen, all the world's ugly he has seen.  The sun loves the good people.  The sun loves the hardworking people.  The sun loves the wise.  The sun loves the brave.  What the sun loves most is children. Everything to the sun down to the children, he all love, love white skin children, also love yellow skin children; love black skin children, also love brown skin children. For, in the child he could place the hope of human ideals.  "Sun, hello!" The child of Asia greets the sun; "Sun, hello!" The child of Europa greets the sun; "Sun, hello!" The children of Africa greet the sun; "Sun, hello!" The children of Amerika greet the sun.  "Greetings, children!" --- Children, do you hear the sun? Do you hear the sun greeting you too?  Prose Poetry: Beautiful Spring 2009-12-1515:08 Source: Giant Essay Author: Hu Qiuyue [Print] [Comments] Winter is over and spring is back. Tender green grass and quietly drilled out of the embrace of the land, yellow grass in the spring under the encouragement and slowly straighten up, put on new, beautiful green clothes ...... Soon, the grasses are standing in rows and columns of neat team, seems to welcome the arrival of the spring girl; and like the earth in their own body on the tender green carpet, let the spring girl comfortably. Let the spring girl comfortably sit on it and sing the song of spring.  The birds that had been hiding in the warmth of the tree holes and nests flew out of their "bedrooms" singing happy songs. The yellow warbler's small, delicate body with yellow feathers looked like a bright little star under the sun. It sings a melodious song with its bright red beak "cha-cha, cha-cha" and dances in the air to its beautiful song, like a little artist.  In February, the weather was great. Blue sky, white clouds, sunny, the clouds in the sky for a while like a sweet cotton candy; for a while like a cute little sheep in the sky leisurely walk; for a while like a quilt, soft, comfortable ...... The thick layer of ice on the surface of the river melted, the water flowed, the small fish ran out in groups to swim! The first time I saw this, it was a very good time for me to go out and play. The river surfaced a thin layer of water mist, hidden, a little damp, like a fairyland.  The willow tree by the river is slowly growing yellow-green shoots, the willow girl seems to be in her long, soft hair don't a green hairpin. When the spring wind blows gently, the willow tree also sways gently, and the small wildflowers also surround the willow tree and dance with it.  In the afternoon, the children got out of school, and they flew home as happily as birds. By this time the sun was about to go to bed, but the children took their little colorful kites and were flying them. Some eagles circling in the air, some sand swallows flying high in the sky, some small goldfish in the "water" sports ...... they seem to be saying goodbye to the sun Gong Gong. At this time the sun Gong Gong smile to the earth, the earth was illuminated red, very beautiful. The scenery of spring is really unforgettable!  By Hu Qiuyue (Grade 4, Jiaoda Elementary School) Edit Lyrics Patriotic Poetry Nostalgia Yu Guangzhong When I was little / Nostalgia is a small stamp / I'm at the end of this head / my mother is at ...... >>

What is the meaning of the heart of an inch of grass in the song of the wandering son?

The heart is good

Reading Answers to The Big Tree and the Little Grass

Spring came, and the little grasses gained a new life.

Jia Dao has that poem?

The Swordsman

Ten years to sharpen a sword,

The frosty edge has not been tried.

Today, we are going to show you,

who has a problem.

I live in a house with few neighbors, and the grassy path leads to the deserted garden.

Birds sleep in the trees by the pool, and monks knock on the door under the moon.

The bridge is a wild color, and the rocks move the roots of the clouds.

I am still here, and I am sure I will live up to my words.

The knocking island first went to lift the Beijing division, one day on the donkey to get the sentence cloud "birds sleep in the trees by the pool, the monk knocked the door under the moon". Beginning to want to make "push", but also want to "knock", practicing the undefined, then chanting Oh lead hand for pushing and knocking potential. Do not realize that rushed to the Han Yu Ministry of Justice, the left and right embraced, the island with clouds. Han stood the horse for a long time, said: for "knock" word is good. Later generations then called the discretionary words and phrases, repeated examination of Jia Island "looking for the hermit did not meet"

Panasonic asked the boy,

said the teacher to pick medicine.

Only in this mountain,

The clouds are deep and I don't know where.

Under the pine tree, he asked the boy, "Where did your master go?" He said that his master had gone to collect medicine, and was in this mountain, so cloudy that he could not tell exactly where he was.

Poetry should be used to enjoy, not like a translation of the translation of the language. You must translate I will have to flip, but that's just the literal meaning, the beauty of the poem is that it can be understood.

The word "nudge" is used in this context.

"Looking at the mountain" Jia Shao

The southern mountain is 30 miles away, and I have not seen it for more than a decade. When I look at it in the rain, I look at it as if it were a friend or relative.

The dragon's waves wash away ten million springs. The rain keeps falling every day, and it kills the people who are looking at the mountains.

The sky can not be long, the strong wind comes like running. The heavy rain can be swept away, and the country's door can be written.

Chang'an has millions of families, and every family has its own screen. Who is the best mountain, I would like to be its neighbor.

Volume 571_2 "Looking at the mountain" Jia Island

South Mountain 30 miles, not seen more than a decade. When I look at it in the rain, I look at it as if it were a friend or relative.

The gnarled dragon has scooped up the waves and washed away ten million springs. The rain keeps falling every day, and it kills the people who are looking at the mountains.

The sky can not be long, the strong wind comes like running. The heavy rain can be swept away, and the country's door can be written.

The Chang'an city has millions of families, and every family has a new screen. Who is the best mountain, I would like to be its neighbor.

Volume 571_3 "Beiyue Temple" Jia Island

There are five mountains in heaven and earth, and Heng Yue lives in the north. The rocky mountain range is stacked up ten thousand times, and the weirdness and strangeness are hard to measure.

People dare not enter the temple, and the shrine is dark by day. The first time I saw it, it was a rainy day, and the second time I saw it, it was a rainy day, and it was a rainy day.

The gods are here, and they will always be with us in our kingdom.

Volume 571_4 "The Morning Hunger" Jia Island

There is a woodcutter's mountain in the middle of the city, and there is no smoke in this house. There is a sweet spring at the bottom of the well, but the kettle is empty.

I want to see the white sun, but the snow comes to the green sky. The first time I heard this, I heard the western bed of the piano, and it was frozen, so I broke two or three strings.

I am starving, but I am not going to go to another door.

Volume 571_5 "Crying for Lu Tong" Jia Island

When a wise man dies without an official position, those who are not close to him are also sad. The ghosts of the past have been crying in vain, and I can compare them with my new neighbors.

I have been living for forty years in white cloth.

They are the only people who have ever lived in a white coat.

The first time I saw this, I had a friend in Chang'an, but he abandoned me.

The first thing I did was to get the money to pay for a new job.

I have no money to buy a pine plant, but I have a branch of artemisia.

The first time I read this article, I was in tears.

I have honored them since then, and I have hidden them for fear of losing them.

Volume 571_6 "Swordsman (a description of the sword)" Jia Island

Ten years to sharpen a sword, the frosty edge has not been tried. Today, I am like you, who is the one who has done the injustice.

Volume 571_7 "Slogan" Jia Island

I suddenly rose in the middle of the night and drew this hundred-foot spring. The forest contains white dew, and the stars are in the blue sky.

Volume 571_8 "Sending to the Faraway Country" Jia Island

The parting of the intestines is so dense that I cannot fertilize my skin. I know that we are close, but not as close as we are not.

The hate of separation should be less, but it is hard to get rid of the hate of close separation. The first thing you need to do is to get rid of it.

The fish flew to the North Sea, so they could send a distant letter. The first time I saw this was when I was in the middle of the night, and the second time I saw it was when I was in the middle of the night.

The situation is that the body is a few feet tall, but the journey is blocked by ten thousand miles. The first time I saw it, it was a very long time ago, and the second time I saw it, it was a very long time ago.

Volume 571_9 "In the fasting" Jia Island

The quietness of the eye is not a mistake, and the nature is really sparse. I was on the pillow in the middle of the room, and I didn't realize that the sun was setting.

The door is low, and I'm sorry to hear that. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.

The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a movie, and I was in the middle of a movie, and I was in the middle of a movie. The first thing I want to do is to get out of the house and get out of the house.

I have already seen the rain when I am full, and I should have plenty of vegetables and medicine.

Volume 571_10 "Sense of Autumn" Jia Island

The commercial gas soughing has come, the years and throw away. The clouds hide the peaks, and the rain pours down in the evening.

A couple of products are cool, and a few grasshoppers are thinking about the shaded walls. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.

The previous generation had a lot of feelings about the fall, but today's generation is different from the past. The first time I saw this was when I was a kid, and the second time I saw it was when I was a kid, and the third time I was a kid.

The clamor for fame and fortune, the disturbance of the same track.

The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a long journey, and it was a long time ago.

Volume 571_11 "Playing with the Moon" Jia Shao

The cold moon breaks in the northeast, and Jia Sheng stands in the southwest. The south-west is leaning on what, leaning on the green fir.

There are a number of stars in the moon, the names of which I do not know. But I love the fir on the moon, and I am leaning on the fir for three.

The month is not on the cedar, on the cedar difficult to participate in ...... >>

"Three Spring Colors and One Point of Sorrow" Appreciation of the punctuation words: Returning to the home of the shepherd boy sitting horizontally on the back of the cattle, "faith mouth" playing the unrhymed piccolo

Ancient love of the great literary hero Su Dongpo, near the pursuit of the wind flow of the emperor of the paintings of Zhang Daqian. In the early nineties, I first set foot on this magical land, the first look at the three Su ancestral temple, after the Mount Qingcheng, the immortal style, since it is the realization of the soul of some artistic wizards of the feelings. Standing in "Qingcheng since ancient times" above the Qing Palace, Yu stopped for two hours, searching hard for the mysterious art code. What makes Mr. Daqian in the art of exploring the difficult period, on Mount Qingcheng finally found the answer? And what is the cause of modern landscape master Huang Binhong, in Mount Qingcheng on the realization of the "rain wall" of the chapping? Perhaps Xishu that mountain I water breeding art wizards; perhaps Xishu former sage ancient people gave too much art nutrients.

In the ancient scribes, Yu push Mr. Dongpo leader. Whether it is poetry and articles, or ink and paintings, or spiritual character, are one of the ancient one.

The Northern Song Dynasty Xining nine years, Mr. Dong Po in Fuzhou made a "Linjiang Xian", the words said:

Ninety days of spring are over, greedy busy where to trace. Three spring colors and one sadness, the rain overturned the elm pod formation, the wind turned willow flower cones. Mr. Langyuan must blame himself, the peach move is a thousand years. I don't know how hard the world is to pursue. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said.

Eighteen years later, that is, in the first year of Shao Sheng, Dong Po was relegated to Huangzhou, living in Hejiang Building. One day, the Huizhou governor Zhan Fan with wine alone to the Hejiang Building, and Dong Po on the singing and harmony. At this time, the water color and mountain light of the Hejiang Building reflecting Dong Po and his dependence on the dynasty cloud, Mr. touching the feelings, and then this "Linjiang Xian" words in the second section of the assignments:

I and the ambassador are white, do not boast of the youth of the wind flow. I'm not sure if I've ever had a good time, but I'm sure I've had a good time. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.

Dong Po is a great writer of his generation. The whole word is like a frame of green landscape scroll, slowly stretching the Mr. Huangzhou relegation sigh, but also to condense the quiet lake and mountains, set off his indifference and elegance.

Western Sichuan since ancient times, more talented! Yu blogger friend Yong infant hall master to Mr. Huang is this example. To Mr. heart copying hand after Dong Po, Wang Wei, Daqian and other families, but also their own loom, poetry, calligraphy, painting, printing, writing, everything is not good, living in the Hall of the high hidden, not to be missed!

Yu and to Huang, have never met, Bohai acquaintance, know each other, and cast, is the art of the Road to the same, so into the net. To the yellow brother long Yu one, two years old, age is similar, all love Dongpo, know that I nearly run to the end of life, is the end of the year of the Imjin, diligently at the desk, morning and evening sleep, and Mr. Dongpo's "Linjiang Xian" word meaning, write a handle of "Poetry intention of Dongpo" into the fan, remote gift to the mountain, the Yu heart, especially like to read the ear, the real mountain to the mountain of the spring melt, marveled at the brother to the high and wonderful! The art!

"Dong Po Poetry Intentions" into a fan, nine inches and eighteen strands, elk large strands, one side of the lime green written on Mr. Dong Po's "Linjiang Xian" words; one side Inscription to the Huang self-carved gold and stone seals seven. All of them are written in small caps with elaborate fly-head characters, inscribing the remaining upper paragraph and long paragraph, saying the origin of the fan and the rhyme of the feelings, which is really valuable.

Dongpo's Poetry Intentions adopts the traditional method of composing one of the landscapes on both sides of the river, which is precise in composition and ethereal in poetic meaning, accurately displaying Dongpo's words "the water is clear and clean, and the mountain color is sorrowful". To yellow coloring, focusing on light and elegant, although small green, never charming atmosphere, the whole painting brush and ink, ink and color is very simple, view of the whole painting, a large part of the white just overlap the mountain color misty, glittering effect, so that at hand, the water and sky a color, the distant mountains, white clouds, clean, and the gas rushed outside the fan. Fan painting, chapped, rubbed, dyed, although simple, but reached the realm of great beauty of the minimalist. Even if the grass in the mountains, to brother also a meticulous, pen and ink deep. Nearby, the red-clothed man and the green-clothed priest are standing on the shore, lifting their heads to look at the mountains and the clouds, reflecting the state of mind of Dongpo and Zhanfan at this moment, "three parts of spring and one part of sadness"! When I read the fan painting again, I saw that on the right side of the near scene, there is another hermit sitting in a boat, also looking at the mountains and admiring the water, but he is slightly smaller than the one standing on the left side, why? I thought that this hermit, is to the brother, or the scholar! Brother Xiang's artistic conception can be described as wonderful! I love it.

Mr. Huang Xiang wrote on the poetic meaning of Dong Po, in the fan on the left inscription cloud: "water all eyes clean, mountain color always sad. For the mountain scholars Tao brother birthday, Xishu to Huang is also the same year over a year. After the big snow in the year renchen." Cover "to Huang", "Peiyu longevity" a Zhu - white small seal.

From Mr. Xiang inscription ink, can also be seen to brother Clerical Script, Running Script ounces of ancient, free, the knowledge of the road of the book is also high!

On the other side of the goodbye fan, Mr. Xiang Huang used his own seals to inscribe "Returning to the Boat with a Sip", "Appreciating the Ancient Method", "Paper Window and Bamboo House", "A Big Dream", and "Worldly Matters". A big dream", "Suitable for the ear", "Several peaks of green", "The past and the present are like a dream", and seven other seals are inscribed on the face of the fan, with gold and stone competing for splendor, and the neatness of the seal script tracing back to the Qin and Han dynasties. The neatness of the seal script, which can be traced back to the Qin and Han dynasties, shows the profound attainments of Brother Xiang in goldsmithing.

After inscribing the seal stone, Xiang Huang used a thick and strong inscription, which reads: "I returned at night to take the seven inscriptions of the engraved seal stone in vermilion script, and I am looking for the same voice from Mr. Yushan, my brother, who is a Taoist in the network. Inscribed by Mr. Yueshan, a Taoist brother in the network, for the sake of the same voice. Back cover "to Huang", "Peiyu" a Zhu and a white small ...... >>