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?
Song of exhorting filial piety
In October, the baby is heavy, and the reward is light.
One-foot-three baby, ten years and eight years' work.
The mother said that the child was lying dry and the mother was asleep and wet.
The mother's bitter son has not seen it yet, and the child's mother is uneasy.
My mother is one hundred years old and often reads eighty children.
With a loving mother, the prodigal son does not feel cold.