1, a thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother, making clothes for her wayward son's body. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring? -Don Meng Jiao's Wandering Sons
The kind mother is holding a needle and thread in her hand, making new clothes for the children who are going on a long trip. Before leaving, he sewed the needle tightly for fear that his son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who says that being weak and filial as grass can repay the kindness of Chunhui Puze's loving mother?
2. Frosted reed flowers shed tears and wet clothes, and their heads are helpless. Last May, Huang Meiyu Zeng Dian returned to his hometown as a cassock. -Gong "Missing Mother"
Seeing that first frost destroyed the reed flower, I couldn't help shedding sad tears; The white-haired old mother will never walk to the door again, leaning against Chai Men and expecting me and visiting me again. Last May, during the rainy season, there was no electricity at home, so we had to go home in cassock to take care of our mother.
3, a loving mother leans on the door, and a wanderer is difficult. May the sun be sparse and the day be fearful. -Wang Yuan Mian's "Xuan Mo Map"
A kind mother leaned against the door, expecting her child. It's too difficult for a wanderer to travel far away! The support for parents is alienated every day, and the news of children is not reached every day.
4, bow down to the mother river beam, tears flow. This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time. -Huang Qing Ren Jing's "Don't be an old mother"
I'm going to He Liang soon. I will lift the curtain and say goodbye to my mother reluctantly. I look sad and want to cry. On this snowy night, I can't be filial to my mother, but I have to hide Chai Men's tragic death. I can't help sighing, what's the use of adopting a son? I'd rather not.
I love my son endlessly, and I am glad to be home. Cold clothes are needle and thread, and letters from home are ink stains. If you encounter pity, you will ask for it. -Qingjiang Shiquan "Arriving Home at the End of the Year"
A mother's love for her son is endless, and the happiest thing is that a wanderer can come home before the Spring Festival. She sewed me a cotton-padded coat with dense stitches, and the handwriting and ink in the book at home were as good as ever. As soon as I saw my mother, she said with deep affection that I had lost weight and called me to ask me about the hardships of my journey.