Mother s will, needless, mother s solid, mother s self composition

Mother, what a word admired by the children of the world;Maternal love.

How much like a haven of tranquility that feeds us up. A mother's love is pure;Motherly love is selfless;Mother's love is great;A mother's love is one that only knows how to give and does not expect anything in return. Mother's love is like the warm breeze of spring, blowing your heart;Mother's love is like a gentle drizzle, gently patting your face and moistening your heart;Mother's love is like a furnace in winter, creating warm sunshine for you in the harsh winter.

The sons and daughters of the world, looking at their mothers with gray temples, which one is not extremely bitter?The love that my mother gave me was real, simple, stern, and sometimes a little poetic. In a trance, my mind went back to my childhood.

I saw a busy figure, it was my mother working hard;I saw a tired figure, it was my mother knitting winter clothes for me;I saw a cheerful figure, it was my mother who was happy for my learning and progress. Thinking about it, in my life, when was there no mother again?Whenever I cried, my mother comforted me;Whenever I felt like a lonely and helpless bird, my mother opened her wide arms and gave me a breath of warmth and love.

One time we had an injection at school, and I fainted blood. It was noon, and when my mother heard about it, she didn't say a word, and hurried to school without even eating lunch, carrying me to the doctor, and then my mother asked for leave to accompany me in the hospital. At that time, I saw that my mother was very sad, and for some reason, I also felt a little sad.

Another time, my mom and dad bought a big watermelon. When I got home, I hadn't eaten yet, and my saliva was pouring out. After my mother cut the melon, she first gave me a piece of melon with few seeds and sweet flesh.

But she eats a lot of melon seeds, and the flesh of the melon is not very sweet. But motherly love can also be harsh at times. I've always had a bad habit of being careless.

Once, I accidentally lost my clothes after a physical education class at school. When I got home, my mother criticized me severely. But I know that my mother is actually very heartbroken, and she doesn't want to scold her son, but only in this way can I get rid of my carelessness.

Mother's love is the greatest kind of love. Children are flowers and plants watered by their mothers with their own love, and the growth of children is inseparable from every drop of their mother's love. Mother, escorting her children all her life, silently guiding her children behind her children.

Is our mother's love for us something we can repay? As "The Wanderer's Yin" said: "Whoever says an inch of grass will be rewarded with three springs."

This sentence means that Confucius put an end to four kinds of problems: not conjecture, not arbitrary and absolute, not stubborn, and not self-righteous.

Absolute four: absolutely, endlessly. 无 (wú):

No, don't, no, that is, there is no word, ancient and universal. The following four words are not prohibitive. Confucius never had these four things, and he did not seek to forbid them in his heart.

Meaning: the same as "speculation", conjecture, suspicion, subjective speculation. Must:

Definitely, absolutely. Stubborn: stubborn.

Me: Self-righteousness, in this case, selfishness.

Don't worry, don't be happy. Don't worry about long-term peace, don't worry about the first difficulties. "The Ninth Analects of Zihan": "Zi Jue Four, no meaning, no necessity, no solidity, no me." ”

Mr. Li Ling's interpretation of this sentence in "The Lost Dog" is that it is not conjectural, not arbitrary, not stubborn, and not subjective.

In his "New Interpretation of the Analects", Mr. Qian Mu translates it as "Mr. has no four kinds of minds, one has no billions of minds, two has no indefinite mind, three has no stubbornness, and four has no self-mind." ”

Mr. Li Zehou translated it in his "Analects of Confucius" as follows: "Confucius cut off the four faults, not guessing, not being arbitrary, not stubborn, and not self-righteous. He believes that what is me is the biggest question, Confucius's "no self" and the current theory of the gap is too big, the "I" here should be "not self-righteous", including not self-righteous and not to their own gains and losses, interests as the principle or criterion.

Mr. Nan Huaijin said in the "Analects of Confucius": Needless to say, it means that Confucius was a man and did not have his own subjective opinions, and he originally wanted to do so, but if others had better opinions, he accepted them, and did not insist on his original opinions. Needless to say, he doesn't want a thing to have a certain result, to be able to adapt, to be able to adapt.

Not stubborn means not stubborn about your own prejudices. No, I am thinking about people and things. He believed that this idea of Confucius was the egalitarian aspect of Buddhism.

My mother brought instant noodles and put them in front of me. I had a great mother who explained it to me carefully.

On everyone's path of growth, mothers dedicate themselves to a selfless emotion. My mom was the same, but her love for me took another form.

In order to broaden my horizons, my mother took me on trips since I was three years old. In order to learn to be strong, during the journey, although I was still babbling and walking and wrestling, my mother would never hold me, and even when I fell, my mother would look at me with "stern" eyes - looking at my pleading eyes, watching me burst into tears until I got up. I don't understand my mother's ruthlessness, and I only remember my mother's faint words:

One day you will get up on your own, one day you will have to walk on your own, I am for your own good. "I am very aggrieved, for the sake of my mother's ruthlessness.

There is one more thing that sticks in my mind. When I was young, my mother asked me to learn the piano, a piano lesson, I was in a very bad mood, so I was always listless in class, and my mother on the side did not leave me any affection, and I was counted down in class, and I finished the next course with anger. I thought I could go home easily, but unexpectedly, my mother inexplicably called me to the side of the road and told me what I had learned in class.

At this time, it rained in the sky, and the rain fell on me, but my mother ignored it completely, and I was trembling, and tears couldn't help but flow, but tears have never been useful to my mother. Looking at my mother's tense face and raised eyebrows, a pair of eyes scorched by anger shot out two cold lights, and I could only choose to obey when I was young. But in my heart, I really hate my mother.

The rain was still falling, and my mother's face softened a little, and she continued to explain the content of the class to me until I understood. Looking at the water on my mother's face, I don't know if it's rain or tears.

It was in this "deep hatred" that I spent eleven years. However, in the past 11 years of growth, with various achievements, I truly understood the meaning of my mother and slowly chewed on this love. It turned out that every garment I worn, from top to bottom, was washed by my mother's own hands, and those hands were warmer than the hands that held me in the heavy rain.

It turned out that I didn't know that my mother's simple phrase "come home early from school" was called "concern"; didn't know that the mother dragged her tired figure in the kitchen and was busy called "love"; I didn't know that the cup of hot milk in front of me in the morning was called "happiness" ......Now that I've grown up, I understand that this other form is good intentions.

Mother is like a book, enlightening our wisdom;

Mother is like a window, opening our hearts;

Mother's love is like a warm current, flowing into our hearts.