You two take a boat, and the boat will float. I miss you and feel anxious. You two take a boat, and the shadow of the boat dies. Miss you, have a safe trip!
Two children went out by boat, and the boat was floating on the water. The children had a good time, and only their anxious mother stayed on the shore to worry. Mothers can only keep the pain of missing in their hearts, watch their children grow up and travel far away, and silently wish them a pleasant journey.
The cypress boat, in that river. My hair is falling out. It's my companion. Until death do us part, he is the only one. Holy mother, why don't you believe it! Cypress boat by the river. Qi Mei's hair is my companion. Till death do us part, but he won't get married. Holy mother, why don't you understand!
Girls grow up and enter the rebellious period of youth. There is a kind of coldness called "Mom thinks you are cold" and a kind of love called "Mom's trunk". Mother forced us to get dressed and cover ourselves. She was afraid that we would starve to death. As we all know, we are ungrateful at heart. We loudly resisted "Leave me alone". We just want to love what I love and be cold to me. The mother even became the imaginary enemy of the child. We must get rid of her and find our own youth freedom.
The warm wind in the south gently blows the jujube trees. Buds are green, and it is hard to raise children. The warm wind caressed the branches to make them mature. A kind mother raises her children.
The cold spring is cold, and the source is Junyi. Raising seven children, the mother is bitter. The yellowbird is melodious. It's hard to comfort a mother with seven children.
After being parents, we know that the pain of motherhood is unbearable, that mother bird has invincible courage to protect her young birds until death, and that she has no regrets about her ugly son. With a mother, even if our temples are gray, we can always be children in front of our mother. Where there is a mother, there is a home. We can always go home when we are injured or tired. Back to mom, we returned to the harbor of peace of mind.
Artemisia argyi, not Artemisia argyi, it's useless. Poor parents, who gave birth to me and raised me, suffered a lot! Artemisia argyi, not Artemisia argyi, it's useless. Poor parents, give birth to me and support me, from overwork!
The empty wine in the bottle is a disgrace to the bottle. It is better to die early than to live without a mother. How can I live without my father and my mother? Going out, sad, stepping into the house, my heart is empty.
Mom and dad, give birth to me and raise me. Love me, love me, let me grow, nurture me, care about me and worry about me. The grace of nurturing is powerful.
Nanshan is high and windy. Everyone adopts their mother, and I'm in trouble? The south mountain is high and the wind is fierce, and everyone returns the favor, but I regret it.
A child with a mother is always like a baby, and a child without a mother has no dependence in this world. Nobody cares about going out alone, wandering around the world like a zombie. When you go home alone, no one wants to be warm. The house is surrounded by walls and empty. Home is no longer the "home" in his heart. Only lonely people drag out an ignoble existence in painful memories and endless regrets.
These four poems in The Book of Songs describe people's attachment, struggle, cherish and regret for maternal love all their lives.