It was a miserable snowy night in Chaimen, and having children at this time was worse than having none. ——Huang Jingren's "Farewell Old Mother"
My grandson is still here, so she goes in and out without finishing her skirt. ——Du Fu's "Shi Hao Li"
The window of Amu Qi in Yaochi opened, and the singing of yellow bamboo moved the earth to mourn. ——Li Shangyin's "Yaochi"
The mother went up the ditch of Han, leaving Bai Han at home. ——Wang Anshi's "Fifteen"
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. ——Wang Mian's "Mo Xuan Tu·Part 1"
My parents thought about it at that time, but you should know it today. ——Bai Juyi's "The Poems of Yan Revealed to Liu Sou"
In the fifteenth year of Caiyi, Cheng Huan was in front of his loving mother. ——Meng Haoran "Sending Zhang Shenming's Sutras to Jingzhou and Visiting the Province"
When I met, I felt sorry for the thin man, and called my son to ask about his hardships.
——Jiang Shiquan's "Arriving Home at the End of the Year"