1. Missing my mother
I am a stranger in a foreign land, and I have been bidding farewell to my mother for five periods.
The Pushan Mountains on the Huainan River are lingering in the sky, and the Baling Xiangshui River is full of sadness.
The west wind turns and the sorrow of each other ends, the blood rain and the ice heart burst into tears.
Now I kneel down and kowtow three times, even the spring grass in the sky is miserable.
2. Qingming Festival
When people are far away from their hometown during Qingming Festival, the Baling and Xiangshui rivers are very sad.
God’s tears fill the Yaochi, turning into rain falling thousands of miles away.
3. Xijiang Moon
The wind carries golden flags and silver flags, and the clouds carry cranes and gods.
During the Qingming Festival, the sky opens to the sky, and the rain fills the courtyard of Xiangdai.
The wanderer is sad to say goodbye, but lovesickness for thousands of miles will cause disaster.
We will enjoy wine on the balcony and bow to our mother in the north.
4. Remembering my mother
It rains at night, the lights in Xiaoxiang are dim, and the sound of cymbals (gēng) is heard during the Qingming Festival.
The most heart-wrenching thing is that a family thousands of miles away makes me cry when I see one person missing from the high hall.
5. Poppy · Remembering Mother on Dragon Boat Festival
Last year at Dragon Boat Festival, the whole family enjoyed being a guest in my sister’s home.
The brocade food on the jade plate is rich in Yao, and you can enjoy the Dragon Boat Festival at noon and the full moon at night.
Now that the calamus is posted, few people come.
I stayed alone until dusk, dreaming of meeting my mother deep in the Nanshan Mountains.