Poetry, prose, ancient poems and sentences expressing emotions

The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward 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?

A lonely stranger in a strange land I am cast, I miss my family all the more on every festive day. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.

There is such bright light at the foot of my bed. Could it have frosted? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.