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.
Going home at the end of the year is a poem written by Jiang Shiquan, a poet in Qing Dynasty.
This poem is a poem expressing the kinship of flesh and blood.
This poem eulogizes the profundity and greatness of maternal love by describing the scene of a wandering son coming home to see his mother after a long separation.