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.
Grass can't repay the kindness of warm sun.
2. Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi's "Yan's Show of Liu Sao"
There is Shuang Yan on the beam, a male and a female.
Between two rafters, a nest gave birth to Si Er.
Si Er is a long day and night, and the voice of asking for food is diligent.
Caterpillar is not easy to catch, and the yellow mouth has no heyday.
Paws are eager for us, but they are not tired.
For a moment, I was afraid of hunger in my nest.
After 30 days of hard work, mom's skinny chicken is getting fatter and fatter.
Muttering, brushing sweaters one by one.
Once the wings are formed, lead them to the branch of the court.
Raise your wings and fly in the wind without looking back.
Men and women sing in the air, but their voices don't return.
But to enter the empty nest and sing all night.
Yan Yan, don't be sad, but think about yourself.
Imagine yourself as a young day, flying high and carrying your mother.
At that time, my parents thought that I should know today.
3. Han Dynasty: Anonymous "Tenth Five-Year Conscription"
He joined the army at the age of fifteen and didn't come back until he was eighty.
Feng Dao Villager: Who's at home?
From a distance, that's your home, where there are many pines and cypresses.
Rabbits enter from the dog's sinus and pheasants fly from the beam.
In the atrium, Green Valley was born, and in the well, Lv Kui was born.
Grains are eaten as food, and sunflower is drunk as soup.
The soup and rice have been cooked for a while, and I don't know who it will be.
Going out and looking east, tears fell on my clothes.
4. Qing: Jiang Shiquan's Year-end/Year-end'
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.
5. Song: Thinking of Mother with Gong
Frost flowers and reeds shed tears and wet clothes, and their bald heads have no more to lean on.
Last May, Huang Meiyu Zeng Dian returned to his hometown as a cassock.