Often go home.
Ancient poems:
Wandering sons, the thread in the hands of kind mother Meng Jiao, make clothes for her wayward son. She sewed it carefully, mended it thoroughly,
Afraid that the delay would make him come home late. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?
"Farewell to Old Mother" Huang Zhong bowed to his mother's river beam, worried for nothing, and his eyes dried up.
This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time.
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Home week