1. "The Song of the Wandering Son"
Tang Dynasty: Meng Jiao
The thread in the hands of the loving mother, the clothes on the body of the wandering boy. Before leaving, I was afraid of returning late. Whoever speaks of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring light.
2. "Farewell to My Mother"
Qing Dynasty: Huang Jingren
Pulling up the curtains and worshiping my mother, I went to the river beam, and my eyes were dry with tears when I was worried. It was a miserable snowy night in Chaimen, and it was better to have no children than to have no children at this time.
3. "Mother Farewell Son"
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
Mother bids farewell to son, son bids farewell to mother, crying bitterly in the absence of light during the day. The general of the Kansai Hussars, Xin Ce Xun was defeated last year. The imperial edict granted him two million yuan, and Luoyang welcomed people like flowers. New people are welcomed and old people are abandoned, the lotus in the palm is a thorn in the eye. It is not enough to be sad to welcome the new and abandon the old, but it is sad to leave two children in your family. At first, he was helping to walk, and at the same time, he was sitting. When he was sitting, he was crying and holding people's clothes while he was walking.
My mother and son have been separated for a long time because of the new Yanwan of your wife. It is not as good as the crows and magpies in the forest. The mother does not lose her young, the male and the female. It should be like the peach and plum trees in the garden, the flowers falling on the branches with the wind. Newbies, newbies, listen to my words, Luoyang Unlimited Red Mansion Girl. I hope the general will be able to make more contributions and there will be new people better than you.
4. "Mo Xuan Picture No. 1"
Yuan Dynasty: Wang Mian
The bright day lily flowers grow under the north hall. The south wind blows his heart, shaking it for whom? A loving mother leans on her door with love, but a wanderer's journey is painful. The sweet taste is sparse every day, and the sound is blocked every day. Looking up at the cloud forest, I feel ashamed to hear the words of the wise bird.