Ancient poems about eating, emaciation and thin clothes

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

Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?

Selling charcoal Weng, Faxin burns charcoal in Nanshan Mid-Levels. His face was covered with dust, which was the color of smoke burning, his temples were gray, and his ten fingers were burnt black. What is the money for selling charcoal for? Buy clothes, buy food in your mouth. I'm in rags and worried about charcoal. I hope it's cold. .....