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 sigh.
2. Do you miss your mother?
It rains at night in Xiaoxiang, and the lights are dim.
During their stay in Tomb-Sweeping Day, birds heard voices.
It hurts a thousand miles.
There is no one in Gaotang in tears.
3. Jade platform chant
Looking south at my hometown in the sea of clouds;
Picturesque. Sighing wanderer,
Thousands of miles away in Wan Li, I feel helpless.
How many joys and sorrows are there in the years?
How bitter and spicy is life?
I'm not afraid to tell my dear mother in my dream.
4. Remember your mother?
When sewing clothes, I want to ask for cold, and I hope in my dreams.
Doing everything in the world is good for being an official. There is nothing more difficult than not being a mother.
After reading it, the family sounds white and the book becomes a state affair.
Blue light shines on the brick river night, looking back at the vast Jiangnan Road.
Zi Xi and his poems are rhymed to answer.
Daoyuan mage Liang Fuyu sang from the lotus hoe, and Nanyang was not Fuxingmen.
Bloom is scattered in spring, and persimmon leaves are frequently written in autumn.
The water falls on the Chu River to find cranes, and the grass is barren and Wuyuan seeks steamed fish.
After a long journey, I thought of my mother and returned to the province. Andrew Yunping settled down.