Jiang shiquan? [Qing dynasty]
I love my son endlessly, and I'm glad to go home.
Cold clothes are needle and thread, and letters from home are ink stains.
If you encounter pity, you will ask for it.
I am ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh.
A mother's love for her son is endless, and the happiest thing is that a wanderer can come home before the Spring Festival.
She sewed me a cotton-padded coat with dense stitches, and the handwriting and ink in the book at home were as good as ever.
As soon as I saw my mother, she said with deep affection that I had lost weight and called me to ask me about the hardships of my journey.
Mother and son have always been ashamed of you, and can't bear to tell the fatigue and hardship of wandering outside.