Many ancient documents in China contain the incisive philosophy of life of the ancients. Please use about 200 words to talk about the philosophy of life you have learned from an ancient prose.

I have read countless poems since I was a child. Many people like to use poetry to express their feelings, wishes, thoughts of their loved ones and parting from their friends. Among the poems and songs I have read, Meng Jiao's Ode to a Wanderer is impressive:

The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son.

Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.

But how much love does this inch of grass have? Make three spring scenery.

In the poem, the author embodies the infinite love of a great mother, who thinks she is loving, simple and great.

Now, we take care of our mothers for granted. We can't understand their good intentions and sometimes even yell at them, but as mothers, they still care and love their children silently. They have no regrets about what their children have done.

I remember that in the "Wenchuan Earthquake" in May 12, a mother leaned against the collapsed building in the ruins and protected her 3-4-month-old child under her. Because of the mother's protection, the child fell asleep unharmed and quietly. When the ambulance personnel untied the quilt covering the child, they found a mobile phone with a sentence written on the screen: Dear baby, if you are still alive, you must remember my love for you. Although this mother's great achievements are household names, does anyone who knows them feel anything? Mothers can give up their lives for their children, as mothers all over the world do.

When I was sick, my mother stayed up all night, poured me water and stayed by the bed. Under the care of maternal love, she recovered quickly. When I woke up, I was moved to tears when I saw my mother not sleeping by the bed all night.

In retrospect, when I failed in the exam, my mother didn't scold me, but gave me the correct answer to the wrong question. When I held the written report card in my hand, she smiled, very pleased and happier than me.

Looking back on these years, my mother accompanied me every day. No matter what the weather is like, she always holds my hand; No matter what happens, she always teaches me everything after being frustrated; No matter how deep the night is, how deep the night is, how deep the night is, how deep the night is, how deep the night is, she always spends it with me. ……

Once, I hated my mother. Why is it so cruel? Why don't you hug me in the mud? Why didn't you teach me how to deal with setbacks before? Why are you so persistent that you don't persuade me to give up and not rest in silence? ...

Now, I don't hate my mother, but I am grateful to her. She never holds me forward because she wants me to learn to face ups and downs; Never depressed, money taught me to deal with it, because it wanted me to appreciate life; Never ask me to give up, but teach me to persist in silence.