1, a thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother, making clothes for her wayward son's body. 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?
2. Brilliant daylily flowers, in Beitang, Luo Sheng. The south wind blows the heart, shaking for whom to vomit. A loving mother leans against the door, but a wanderer cannot walk. May the sun be sparse and the day be fearful. Looking up at Yunlin, I am ashamed to listen to birds.
I love my son endlessly, and I am glad to be 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.
4, Kaifeng south, blowing the spine. I want to die, and my mother has a reward. The wind blows from the south, and the wind blows from the other side. God, I have no family. There is a cold spring under the dredging. With seven children, my mother is very hard. _ _ yellow bird, carry its voice. There are seven children, don't comfort your mother.