For our boys and girls, poor little baby, too young to know where the capital is.
I pity my youngest son in other places, but I still don't understand why you miss Chang 'an.
2. "Send two young children to Donglu"-Li Bai in Tang Dynasty
My Nv Jiao's name is Pingyang, and my hand is folded on the side plate of the peach tree when I go home. Peach blossom can't see his father's face, and tears are pouring down his face. My child's name is Qin Bo, and he is as tall as his sister.
The two of them are standing side by side under the peach tree. Who can caress and love them? I feel anxious at the thought of this place. Tear off a piece of silk and write down the distant heart, as if I had returned to Hanyang Sichuan.
My charming girl's name is Pingyang. She leans against a peach tree and holds folded flowers in her hand, expecting me to go home. I broke the peach blossom and didn't see my father's face. Tears welled up. My child's name is Boqin, and she is as tall as her sister.
They walked side by side under the peach tree. Who can pet them? Thinking of this, I have no idea, and I have been worried for a day. Tearing off the silk and writing down other hearts, I seem to have returned to Hanyang River.
3. Arriving home at the end of the year-Jiang Shiquan in 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.
There is no end to loving your son, and the happiest thing is that the wanderer returns in time. The stitches for sewing the cold clothes are dense, and the handwriting and ink on the family letter are as new as new. Seeing that my son has lost weight, my mother felt distressed and called me to ask about the difficulty of the journey.