A loving mother makes clothes for her long-distance son with a needle and thread in her hand. Before leaving, he sewed a needle tightly for fear that his son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a child's filial piety as weak as grass can repay the kindness of such a loving mother as Chunhui Puze?
Appreciation of ancient filial piety poems
The second time I lost my mother, I vomited because I was dumb. Don't fly day and night, keep the old forest old. Crying in the middle of the night every night, everyone who smells it will be moved. If you tell me in your voice, you won't give back to your heart. A hundred birds have no mother, but they are very sad. What makes you sad should be your mother's kindness.
Jiwu lost his mother and kept crying sadly. I stayed in the old forest in the morning and evening and refused to fly away all the year round. Crying in the middle of the night every day, everyone who hears it can't help crying.
Ciwu's crying seems to be lamenting that he failed to fulfill his duty of timely feeding back filial piety. Don't other birds have mothers? Why are you so sad just because of Jiwu? You must be moved by your mother's kindness. The bow curtain goes to the mother river beam, and the tears are white. This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time.
Opening the curtain, I reluctantly bid farewell to my old mother, because I want to make a living in He Liang. Seeing my white-haired mother, I couldn't help crying, and my tears dried up. What's the use of adopting a son if you can't be filial to your mother on this snowy night and drive away this miserable and divided Chai Men? I still don't want it.