There are no poems about abandoning husband and son, most of them are poems about "abandoning wife and son", such as
1. "Beifeng·Gufeng" ("The Book of Songs")
Get used to the valley wind, and use the clouds to rain. It is not appropriate to be angry if you work together to encourage others.
There is no lower part of the body when you are picking up the fetus and picking up the phoenix. Don't disobey the virtue of virtue, and you will die together.
The path is delayed and the center is contrary to the rules. Not far away from Yi Nei, send me a gift.
Who calls Tu bitter? It is as sweet as a shepherd's purse. The banquet is new and you are like brothers.
Jing is turbid with Wei, and it is turbid. It's a feast for you, but I don't like it.
Don’t lose my beam, don’t send me away! I won’t read it, let alone my queen!
As deep as it is, Fang Zhizhou can do it. It's only shallow, you can swim in it.
If there is any danger of death, ask for it. When the people are in mourning, they crawl on their knees to save them.
If I can’t defeat you, I will be your shield. Since it hinders my virtue, I can't sell it.
I feared that I would raise a falcon, but I will subvert it. Both giving birth and breeding, it is better to give birth to poison.
I have a purpose to protect myself from the winter. It's a feast for you and I'm in the dark, so I can stay out of poverty.
If there is swelling and collapse, it will hurt me. Those who don't remember the past will come back.
2. "Seven Sorrow Poems" (Wei and Jin Dynasties: Cao Zhi)
The bright moon shines on the high building, and the streamer is lingering.
There is a sad and longing woman above, who laments more than she can.
Who is the one who sighs? It is said that she is a wife.
You have been away for more than ten years, and your concubine often lives alone.
You are like clear road dust, and I am like muddy cement.
The ups and downs of different forces, when will they meet and harmonize?
May I be the southwest wind and pass away forever in your arms.
If you keep your good intentions, how can you rely on your humble concubine?
3. "Going up the mountain to collect weeds" (a Yuefu poem of the Han Dynasty)
Going up the mountain to pick weeds, and going down the mountain to meet my old husband.
I knelt down and asked my old husband, how will the new man be like?
Although the new couple talks well, they are not as good as old friends.
The colors are similar, but the claws are different.
New people enter through the door, and old friends leave through the combination.
New artificial weaving, so artificial weaving.
Weaving a piece of silk every day, the fabric is more than five feet long.
The new ones are not as good as the old ones.
4. "Poem of Abandoned Wife" (Wei and Jin Dynasties: Cao Zhi)
Pomegranates are planted in the front yard, and the green leaves are shaking.
The Danhua burns fiercely, is brilliant and glorious.
Glorious and wandering, you can play with Shuling.
Some birds flew to gather, spread their wings and screamed sadly.
What should I do if I lament my husband? The elixir cannot be achieved.
I sigh with my heart, and I will return home without a child.
If you have children, your menstruation will be like a day, but if you don’t have children, it will be like a shooting star.
The phases of the sky and the moon come to an end, and the shooting stars are gone.
The habitat was late and lost, and it fell down with the tiles and rocks.
Sorrow comes from it, and the cock crows with sighs.
I can't sleep on my side, and am at ease in the vestibule.
He hesitated and returned to the room, listening to the sound of the curtain.
The curtains are pulled, the belt is worn, and the zither is played and played.
Generosity has a lingering sound, it should be wonderful, sad and clear.
Why should you hold back your tears and sigh deeply?
Why bother waiting for frost and dew in spring and summer?
Late harvest is a good thing, I wish you peace.
5. "Zheng Feng: Follow the Great Road" ("The Book of Songs")
Follow the Great Road, mixed with stubbornness to dispel it,
No self-evil , Don’t make excuses!
It is ugly to follow the road, but it is mixed with the hand of the son,
It is ugly to have no self, and it is good not to join forces!