2. At dusk, the birds are sparse, and the young children call the cows home. There is no neighborhood in the residence, and Chai Men hides the door alone. -Qiu Wei's Pan-Westfield
3. When I was a child, I didn't know the moon, so I called it Bai Yupan. I also suspect that Yao Taijing flew at the end of Qingyun Mountain. -Li Bai's Gulangyu
4. A unkempt little boy learned to draw a bow and sat beside him with raspberries and moss. Passers-by waved at a distance, fearing that the fish would not be surprised. -Hu Lingneng's The Fishing Child
Take a walk around the pool and watch the fish swim around, just like a child in a fishing boat. I love fish with different hearts, so I hook it. -Bai Juyi's Ornamental Fish
6. The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward son. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring? -Meng Jiao's Wandering Sons
7. Hill was a young day when he flew back to his mother. At that time, my parents thought that I should know today. -Bai Juyi's "Yan Shi shows Liu Chao"
8. Put mother in the ditch and leave her home in the shade. When I heard about Du Yu in the moonlight, I was always worried about the North and the South. -Wang Anshi's Tenth Five-Year Plan
9. I love my son endlessly, and I'm glad to be 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. -Jiang Shiquan's "Arriving Home at the End of the Year"
10, the teenager leaves home, the old man returns, and the local accent does not change. Where do children come from when they meet strangers? -He Zhangzhi's Homecoming Book
1 1, frost meteor, reed flowers, tears wet clothes, bald head, not relying on firewood. Last May, Huang Meiyu Zeng Dian returned to his hometown as a cassock. -Yu Gong "Thinking of Mother"
12, crossing the river is wide and difficult to navigate. I wonder if it is safe. When I am in the dark, I am afraid I will cry more! -Ni Ruizhen's Memory of Mother
13, the pond is rich in water plants and the mountains are soaked by the sunset. Cowherd's child sat on the cow's back and casually played the tune with piccolo. -Lei Zhen's "Country Night"
14, lush green grass in spring, long pine in Xia Han. Cattle and sheep return to the village lane, and young people don't know how to dress. -Wang Wei's pastoral music
15, new words are handed down from generation to generation, and the sleeves are waved. The moon sets, the clouds and rain disperse, and the wandering children pick flowers from strangers. -Liu Yuxi's "Stepping on Lyrics"