Poems traveling with parents?

Wandering sons, threads in the hands of a kind-hearted mother, make clothes for her wayward son's body. I'm afraid I'll be late when I leave. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring? Fifteen, a sunset spread in the water, half river and half river red. The loveliest thing is the ninth day of September. The bright pearl's bright crescent moon is shaped like a bow. Silent night thinking, so bright light at the foot of my bed, may there be frost already? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. "Dawn of Spring" In the spring morning, I woke up briskly and the birds were singing there. How many flowers fall after a stormy night. The Return of the Native is a book I left home when I was young, and the local accent has not changed. When children meet strangers, they will smile and ask where the guests are from. "To Wang Lun" Li Bai was about to go by boat when he suddenly heard singing on the shore. Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love. "Looking at Lushan Waterfall" Rizhao incense burner gives birth to purple smoke, overlooking the waterfall in Qianchuan. On the high cliff, it seems to be thousands of feet high, which makes people think that the Milky Way has fallen from heaven to earth. Two orioles sing green willows, and a row of egrets go up to the sky. My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" and "quatrains" to eastbound ships. The mountains and rivers are beautiful, and the flowers and plants are fragrant in the spring breeze. Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach.