First, Meng Jiao's "Wanderer" in the Tang Dynasty
Original text:
The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son.
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?
Second, the Zhou Dynasty anonymous "Guo Feng Li Feng Kai Feng"
Original text:
The wind blew from the south, blowing his spine. I want to die, and my mother has a reward.
The wind blows from the south, and the wind blows from the other side. God, I have no family.
Is there any cold in the spring? Under Xun. With seven children, my mother is very hard.
The yellow bird, with its voice. There are seven children, don't comfort your mother.
Third, the pre-Qin anonymous "Chang 'an Spring"
Original text:
Polygonum hydropiper and Folium Artemisiae Argyi; Mourn for my parents and give birth to me.
I'm a loser. I'm a robber. Mourn for my parents and give birth to me.
It is a pity that the bottle is used up. A fresh life is better than a long death!
What if there is no father? What can I do without my mother? Get a shirt when you go out, and you're exhausted when you go in.
My father gave birth to me and my mother bowed to me. Spoil me, cultivate me, nurture me, care about me, go in and out. The virtue of wanting to repay kindness. Heaven is so chaotic!
Nanshan is fierce and the wind is blowing. No one is unhappy, but I am very sad.
Nanshan method, drifting with the wind. People are like me, I'm not alone!
Fourthly, Bai Juyi's "colorful poems flow coquettishly" in Tang Dynasty.
Original text:
There is Shuang Yan on the beam, a male and a female. Between two rafters, a nest gave birth to Si Er.
Si Er is a long day and night, and the voice of asking for food is diligent. Caterpillar is not easy to catch, and the yellow mouth has no heyday.
Paws are eager for us, but they are not tired. For a moment, I was afraid of hunger in my nest.
After 30 days of hard work, mom's skinny chicken is getting fatter and fatter. Muttering, brushing sweaters one by one.
Fifth, Jiang Shiquan's "Arriving Home at the End of the Year" in Qing Dynasty.
Original text:
I love my son endlessly, and I'm glad to go home. Cold clothes are needle and thread, and letters from home are ink stains.
If you encounter pity, you will ask for it. I am ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh.