Thoughts on Reading Red Lotus
When I was a child, I loved to read Bing Xin's Red Lotus, and there was a poem: "Mom! You are a lotus leaf, I am a red lotus, and the raindrops in my heart are coming. Except you, who is the shade under my unobstructed sky? "
Now I feel more deeply when I read it. The image of my mother like a lotus leaf has been deeply rooted in my heart. Lotus leaf is simple and elegant, just like mother's ordinary truth, lotus leaf is selfless and steady, just like mother's great love. If I had been a lotus last night and grown into a red lotus today, I could not stand the wind and rain. I want to snuggle up in my mother's warm arms, but reality is like a feather wrapped tightly around me, and I can only drift farther and farther away from my mother's arms.
The rain outside the window is still raining, the autumn wind is whistling uneasily, and the rumble of the rails comes from my ear. I think it's time for my mother to get on the train.
Not long ago, my mother came to see me at school by train alone. It's still raining lightly and windy. My mother is waiting for me at the school gate, with large and small schoolbags hanging on her shoulders. She didn't open an umbrella, the rain wet her hair a little bit, the orange coat was mottled with water stains, and her trouser legs were slightly soaked by water. I rode my bike to the school gate to meet her. She called my name, and when I looked up, I saw a bright smile on her tired face, and my heart suddenly warmed up. Mom saw that I didn't wear a raincoat, and we blamed each other for getting wet. She also scolded me: "Why are you black?" I sighed and said confidently, "I will turn white, don't worry." As we talked, one man walked, while the other man rode slowly into the campus in the drizzle and manic wind. Suddenly, I feel that the rain has become gentle and the wind is dancing gently, and all the unhappiness has been washed away by my mother's arrival.
When my mother packed my clothes and things, it was already late. We had dinner, washed briefly, and then lay in my single bed. I didn't sleep well because of the narrow bed, and I didn't hear my mother snoring at night as expected. My mother used to sleep with me, and I knew that my mother would purr when she slept soundly. I don't think she slept well that night. I felt wronged, but she didn't complain. Get up early the next day, help me wash clothes and get on the broadband. At noon, we went to the canteen to eat my usual food, but the food that day was too salty. I feel wronged my mother again, and my mother didn't complain, but told me to eat well in the future.
After staying at school for a day and a night, my mother hurried to the railway station. She insisted that I should not send her. I kissed her cheek, hugged her, and then watched her chubby figure slowly walk down the stairs. I feel touched and distressed beyond words.
Now my mother goes back to Nantong to have classes every day, and I have classes at school. Although school is a place to study, there are too many temptations. I know that the only thing I can do is not to degenerate, not to give up chasing dreams, to make up for past regrets and to repay my mother's selfless love. The biggest duty of being a child is to make parents happy, isn't it?
Although "Red Lotus" has left the embrace of "Lotus Leaf" to shelter from the wind and rain, it will thrive in the wind and rain.
Reading the book "Red Lotus Random Thoughts 2" and "Lotus Leaves and Red Lotus" tells us a story: One day when it was raining heavily, the lotus petals in the pond were tilted left and right by raindrops. At this time, the lotus leaf bends down and uses its "body" to protect the lotus from the rain.
When I read: "mother, you are a lotus leaf, I am a red lotus, and the raindrops in my heart are coming." Who is the shade under my sky except you? " As I spoke, I suddenly realized that the central idea of this text is to write about the protection of lotus leaves to red lotus and to praise my mother's love for me. After reading this article, I am grateful to my mother.
Everyone's life can't be separated from mother's care. As the title of the article says: Mom is a lotus leaf, and we are red lotus! May everyone in the world make lotus leaves and send warmth and care to all those who need care and love.
Mom, aren't you a lotus leaf? I am the red lotus. You should not only shelter me from the wind and rain, but also care about my study and teach me the truth of being a man.
Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring? What should I use to repay the lotus leaf's love for red lotus? Only study hard and repay my mother's love for me with excellent results.
Thoughts on reading Red Lotus 3 Today, I reread the article Lotus Leaf and Red Lotus. When I read: "mother, you are a lotus leaf, I am a red lotus, and the raindrops in my heart are coming." Who is the shade under my sky except you? " When I said this sentence, I suddenly realized that the center of this passage is to praise my mother's love for me and write the protection of lotus leaves to Honglian. After reading these, I feel grateful to my mother.
Mom, aren't you a lotus leaf? I am red-violet. You should not only protect me from the wind and rain, but also care about my study and teach me the truth of being a man ... I remember one year on Christmas Eve, I went to bed early, expecting to get a Christmas present from Santa Claus. It happened that my mother was working the night shift that night. My mother took care of me on the phone: "All obedient children can get presents from Santa Claus." The next morning, when I opened my sleepy eyes, I was surprised to find my Christmas present on my pillow. I kept praising Santa Claus: all the gifts you gave me were what I wanted. What a good god! Better than mom! But then by chance, I found out that Santa Claus was actually my mother, but my mother denied it. And every Christmas after that, I will receive the gift from Santa Claus on time, and I will accept it with peace of mind. In fact, what I accept is my mother's love for me. Thank you, mom!
My mother is a lotus leaf and I am a red lotus under that lotus leaf. Isn't my mother's grandmother a bigger lotus leaf? I am a red lotus living under the protection of thick lotus leaves. It is said that grandma can enjoy her old age, but her thick maternal love is like a trickle of spring water. My mother and I are both red lilies under the lotus leaf. Grandma not only cares about her mother's work and life, but also cares about my study and life all the time. Love me, love my dog. This is great and selfless. Maternal love!
Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring? What should I use to repay the lotus leaf's love for red lotus? Only by studying hard can I repay my mother and grandmother's love for me with excellent results. I am red-violet, but one day I will become a lotus leaf. Because it is impossible for a small tree growing in the shade to grow into a towering tree, I also need to be baptized by wind and rain now.
Thoughts on reading "Red Lotus" 4 I read a short article today called "Lotus Leaf and Red Lotus". I was puzzled when I first saw this topic. Lotus leaf and red lotus? Isn't it just an ordinary lotus? There is nothing to write about, but I still read this article with curiosity.
I read it carefully, which moved me even more. A newly blooming red lotus stands gracefully among the green leaves and looks very noble. However, the weather is unpredictable, and after the thunder, the heavy rain will fall unscrupulously, and it will get bigger and bigger. After reading this, I can't help worrying about that red lotus. Will it fall down because of such heavy rain? "I" continued to observe, and sure enough, red-violet was beaten from side to side by bullets, and I was nervous.
However, when "I" looked back again, I found a big lotus leaf leaning down beside me, covering the red lotus and the raindrops as big as beans. I also breathed a sigh of relief, and was moved by the great maternal love of Lotus Leaf. A mother is willing to suffer for her children. Besides the great maternal love of mother, what can be compared with it in the world? Motherly love has left a deep mark on my heart, which I will never forget.
I remember once, it was a sunny morning. I was carrying a schoolbag and was about to go to school when my mother stopped me: "Remember to bring an umbrella. I remember yesterday's weather forecast said it would rain today. " I looked outside. It's sunny. How can it rain? I left a message: "It won't rain, goodbye!" "He rushed out of the house. Mother's voice came from behind: "Alas, this child! " "
We were having our third class, and I looked out of the window inadvertently. Suddenly, the sky was cloudy and it was raining cats and dogs. Only then did I regret not listening to my mother.
After school, I leaned against the school gate and looked blankly at the street, waiting for the rain to stop. Suddenly, a figure appeared in my sight. I looked at it carefully. It's my mother! I rushed under her umbrella, and she scolded me and said, "Why don't you bring an umbrella?" I have nothing to say, so I have to smile.
After reading this article, I hid my thoughts: Lotus leaves are like mothers, always caring for their children. It is this great maternal love that holds up the umbrella in my heart and covers the dark clouds in my heart!
Thoughts on reading Red Lotus 5 On a long afternoon of dark summer with trees, I met Bing Xin's Red Lotus. Sitting on a small stool in the shade, cicadas are chirping in my ear. I turned to the first page-the first page sacred enough to change my inner navigation route. I began to savor every word with my heart, just like a bee and butterfly flying through flowers and a spring flowing through a valley. The music that every little note gathers shakes my heart.
"I cried to my mother in the room, and I quickly walked over and sat next to my mother. When I turned around, I suddenly saw a big lotus leaf next to red-violet. It slowly leaned over and covered it ... My restless mood became clear!
The rain did not subside, but red-violet did not waver. The rain kept beating, only on the brave and kind lotus leaf, some circulating water droplets gathered.
I was deeply moved.
Mom! You are a lotus leaf, and I am a red lotus. The raindrops in my heart are coming. Except you, who is the shade under my empty sky? "
In these paragraphs, Bing Xin compares the lotus leaf's love for red-violet to her mother's love for "me". In the article, when raindrops come, the lotus leaf completely covers itself on the lotus leaf, and the rain drops on the lotus leaf, but the lotus leaf has an "umbrella" and is not wet by the rain. Lotus leaves under the open sky give red-violet the most solid protection when it rains, even if it is exposed to wind and rain.
Seeing this, I was deeply moved and couldn't help thinking of my mother.
Who gave me life? Who raised me? Who taught me the truth of being a man? It's her-my dearest mother. As soon as I stepped into the school gate, she stroked my head and told me to listen to the teacher. When I was wronged and helpless, she held me in her arms and comforted me softly; When I was ecstatic about my success, she was the first to applaud me. When I accidentally did something wrong, she taught me patiently. ...
My mother is busy with her family day after day and year after year. In the morning, when the first golden rooster crowed, I was still in a sweet dream. My mother got up and was busy preparing breakfast. In the evening, after dinner, I enjoy TV programs leisurely, while my mother is still busy; In the evening, I got into the warm bed early, but my mother knitted me a sweater under the lamp. ......................................................................................................................................................
My mother gave me all her love selflessly and gave it to our family. Looking back on the past, my mother's concern for me is countless and vivid.
I remember it happened last summer. That night, the sky was overcast and it rained heavily soon. I was also affected by the weather and started to have a high fever. My mother was anxious when she found out, and immediately picked me up and ran to the hospital. Mother asked me to take an umbrella, but most of her body was caught in the rain. When I came to the hospital, my mother hung up and the doctor gave me an infusion. I fell asleep soon.
At night, I suddenly felt a comfortable coolness on my forehead, which quickly spread all over my body. When I opened my eyes, it turned out that my mother was afraid that I was too hot and was putting a wet towel on my head. But her eyes were bloodshot and there were fine beads of sweat on her forehead.
Mom, you are the lotus leaf that cares for red-violet in the rain!
There is a kind of love, a pair of hands, to shelter us from the wind and rain. These hands wash clothes for us, and thin hands become rough for us. This love is maternal love, and these hands are mother's hands.
After reading the article "Red Lotus Leaf", the lotus leaf, like a mother, sheltered us from the wind and rain. For example, once, my mother cooked dinner for me, and I liked fried shrimp. My mother first poured two spoonfuls of oil into the pot, and soon the oil became impatient in the pot and turned into small bubbles in her hands. A few days later, her mother got a lot of blisters on her hands. She treated them with needles.
Another time, my mother was afraid that I was hungry and asked me to eat more. I asked my mother, have you eaten? My mother said she had eaten, but she didn't eat a bite. She only thinks of me. Mom, I love you.
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Mom, you care about me with love. You protect me with your hands and take care of me. It's all because of my willfulness as a child that I deprived you of your youth. It's all because those washing powders hurt your hands and made them so rough. Mom, I love you!
After reading "Red Lotus Seven", I feel that "the thread in the hands of a loving mother makes clothes for wayward children". This sentence is about a mother's love for her children.
I also read a story about maternal love today. The article said that in the downpour, there was a full red lotus, which was swayed from side to side by the rain. But a big lotus leaf slowly tilted down, just covering the red lotus and sheltering it from the wind and rain. After reading the article, I remembered my mother's meticulous care for me in the past
I feel a little uncomfortable when I get up in the morning. Tell mom that she touched my head. I feel my head is very hot. Mother said, "I'll take you to see a doctor right away." My mother put on his coat for me because it was a little cold. I suddenly felt a warm current. On the way, my mother asked me some questions. Like are you cold? When I got to the hospital, when the doctor hung up the water for me, my mother took my cold hand with her wide and warm hand and went home. My mother let me sleep for a while.
I remember accidentally hitting my head while playing with my friends when I was a child. Mom has been holding it down since she found out. Busy riding an electric car took me to the hospital. I don't want to when the doctor wipes me with alcohol. My mother advised me, so I rubbed alcohol and the medicine broke down on the way.