The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son.
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?
Note: A loving mother makes clothes for her long-distance son with a needle and thread in her hand. Before leaving, he sewed a needle tightly for fear that his son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a child's filial piety as weak as grass can repay the kindness of such a loving mother as Chunhui Puze?
2. Isn't the author of Old Mother Huang Jingren? Ching Dynasty
Translation comparison
The bow curtain goes to the mother river beam, and the tears are white.
This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time.
Note: Lift the curtains, because I am going to He Liang to make a living, so I don't want to say goodbye to my elderly mother. Seeing my white-haired mother, I couldn't help crying, and my tears had dried up. What's the use of adopting a son if you can't be filial to your mother on this snowy night and drive away this miserable and divided Chai Men? I still don't want it.
The fifteenth author, Wang Anshi, lived in the Song Dynasty.
Put mother in the ditch and leave her home in the shade.
When I heard about Du Yu in the moonlight, I was always worried about the North and the South.
Note: Wang Anshi took his mother to Hangou, but his family remained in Baimao. Every moonlit night, when I hear the cuckoo crow, I miss my loved ones more and more, and my heart is tied to the north and the south.
At the end of this year, the author Jiang Shiquan was 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.
I am ashamed of the son of man and dare not complain about the dust.
Note: A mother's love for her children is endless. How happy my mother is to go home during the Spring Festival! She is sewing a cotton-padded coat for me. The needle and thread are tight. The letter I sent home has just arrived, and the ink is still wet. As soon as I met my mother, she said affectionately that I had lost weight and repeatedly asked me if I was suffering outside. I bowed my head in shame and dared not tell her about my wandering.
5. Modern Qu Qiubai Dynasty, the author of weeping mother poems.
If you are poor, you will not kiss, and the blue shirt will add new tears.
Hungry and cold, no one asked me this day, and I fell on my beloved son.
Note: Because poor relatives treat each other coldly. There are new tears on the blue shirt and new tears on the tattered clothes. Hungry and cold, nobody cares, tears can't stop until he dies and falls on his beloved son in front of the coffin.