Xia Fangyuan. "Looking forward to the return of my son"
Text:
Xiao Jinming
The yellow pistil is gone,
Tears are flying.
My mother wrote a letter from home,
leaning against the window and looking up at the spring geese returning home.
When will the wanderer from afar return?
The wintersweet flowers have been broken,
tears are falling down.
Appreciation of works
When the chrysanthemums have fallen,
Letter from home comes from afar,
My mother misses my wandering son,
Hold the family letter in your arms.
I looked up and saw that the geese outside the window had all come back.
The plum blossoms were all broken to the ground.
Looking forward to the return of the wanderers,
tears Didi.