"The Song of the Wandering Son"
Meng Jiao
The thread in the hands of the loving mother, the clothes on the body of the wandering boy.
Before leaving, I am worried that I will return later.
Whoever speaks an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring.
"The Book of Songs·Bei Feng·Kaifeng"
The kaifeng comes from the south and blows the thorny heart.
The heart of the thorn is young, and the mother is tired.
The glorious wind comes from the south, blowing away the thorny firewood.
Qianxing
Du Fu of Tang Dynasty
When the world was in chaos, I pitied him for his young age, but his family was poor and he looked up to his mother's kindness.
The deer gate cannot be carried, and the goose foot is in trouble.
"Thinking of My Mother"
Yu Gong of the Tang Dynasty
My clothes are wet with tears of reed flowers when frost falls,
The old man no longer leans on the firewood leaf.
In May of last year, during the yellow plum rains,
Zeng Dian returned home from shopping for rice.