“谁言寸草心,报得三春晖。”现在,我终于能感悟到它深厚的内涵了!小草是无法回报太阳的恩泽的,正像我无法回报母亲一样。清晰地记得,有多少次母亲让我面壁思过,不遗余力地将我推上了人生的正轨。母亲是弓,我是箭,每次箭的离弦,都需要弓的弯曲,都伴着弓的翘首张望。弓因箭而弯,我也曾责怪过母亲,我也曾怨恨过母亲。直到有一天,当母亲放开了搀扶我前行的双手,让我独自上路时,才发现原来我是如此地依恋母亲。母亲是以她独特的方式爱着我!需要我去慢慢品读才能懂。 “Whoever said anything, she reported to Sanchunhui.” Now, I can finally realize that its profound connotation! Grass is unable to return the grace of the sun, just as I can not return the same mother. Clearly remember how many times my mother had let me think and I spared no effort to push me on the right track. The mother is the bow, I am the arrow, every time the arrow is off the string, all need the bow of the bow, all accompanied by the bow of the look-ahead. The bow was bent by the arrow. I also blamed my mother. I also hated my mother. Until one day, when my mother let go of her hands and let me go alone, I discovered that I was so attached to my mother. The mother loves me in her unique way! It takes me to read slowly to understand.