1. the thread in the hands of a fond-hearted mother, makes clothes for the body of her wayward boy.
carefully she sews and thoroughly she mends, dreading the delays that will keep him late from home.
but how much love has the inch-long grass, won the third spring festival.
from: The Wanderer's Ode by Don Meng Jiao.
A loving mother uses a needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son. Before he left, he sewed a needle tightly, fearing that his son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who dares to say that a child's weak filial piety like grass can repay the kindness of a loving mother like Chunhui Puze?
2. The cold light in the hotel stays awake alone, and the guest's heart turns sad.
I miss my hometown for thousands of miles tonight, and I am worried about the Ming Dynasty for another year.
from: Tang Gao Shi's Night Work.
I was lying alone in the hotel, and the cold light shone on me, so I couldn't sleep for a long time. What is it that makes my heart as a tourist sad? People in my hometown must be thinking of me thousands of miles away tonight. My temples have turned gray, and tomorrow is a new year.
3. The river is 3, miles long and there are 15 lines of letters from home.
there is nothing else to say when you travel, but you should return home early.
from: Ming Yuan Kai's Letter from the Capital.
The continuous river is three thousand miles long, and the letters from home are fifteen lines long. There are no other words between the lines, just telling me to return to my hometown as soon as possible.
4. The mountains on the seashore are like swords, and Qiu Lai cuts his heart everywhere.
if you want to turn into a hundred billion dollars, you can go to the top of the mountain and look at your hometown.
from: Tang Liu Zongyuan, "Seeing the Mountain with the Master in Haochu to Send Friends to Beijing".
The sharp mountain by the sea is like a sharp sword, which cuts people's worries everywhere in autumn. How can we turn this body into Qian Qian, and scatter it to every peak to look at my hometown?
5. where is the hometown? it's leisurely to think about it.
On the autumn night in Huainan, the geese came to Gaozhai.
from: Wen Yan by Don Wei Yingwu.
My hometown is far away and vague. I don't know where it is, and the thoughts of returning home are endless. In the cold autumn rain in the south of Huaihe River, I heard the cry of geese coming from far and near.