What are some poems about family love?

. The thread in a loving mother’s hand, the clothes on a wanderer’s body.

Before leaving, I was worried that I would be late in returning.

Whoever speaks an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring. (Meng Jiao's "Wandering Son's Song")

2. Boiling beans burns the bean sprouts, and the beans weep in the cauldron.

They are born from the same roots, so there is no need to rush into mutual conflict. (Cao Zhi's "Seven Steps Poetry")

3. When the mother-in-law heard that her daughter was coming, she went out to help the general;

The elder sister heard that her sister was coming and took care of the red makeup;

When the younger brother heard that his sister was coming, he sharpened his knife to the pigs and sheep. ("Mulan Ci")

4. The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is full of spring vegetation.

I shed tears when I am grateful for the flowers, and I hate others and scare the birds.

The war rages on for three months, and a letter from home is worth ten thousand gold.

The white-headed scratches are shorter, and the lust is overwhelming. (Du Fu's "Spring Hope")

5. Being a stranger in a foreign land, I miss my family even more during the festive season.

I know from afar that my brothers have climbed to a high place, and there is one less person planting dogwood trees everywhere. (Wang Wei's "Reminiscences of Shandong Brothers on September 9th")

6. The sound of garrison drums interrupts the pedestrian movement, and there is the sound of wild geese in the autumn.

The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown.

Any brothers are scattered, and they have no family to ask about life and death.

The letter sent was not delivered, but the troops were not suspended. (Du Fu's "Moonlight Night Recalls My Brother")

7. Seeing the autumn wind in Luoyang City, I want to write a book full of ideas.

There are endless stories to be told in a hurry, and travelers have to open their doors before leaving; (Zhang Ji's "Autumn Thoughts")

8. During the winter solstice in Handan Posthouse, the shadows in front of the lamps hugging the knees accompany me.

I want to sit at home late at night and talk about people traveling far away.

(Zi Juyi's "Handan Winter Solstice Homesickness")

9. The child holds his clothes and asks why it is too late to come back?

***Who fights for time and wins the silk on the sideburns? (Du Mu) "Return to the Tomb")