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?
2. Selected poems of Bai Juyi's Yan Shi Liu Sao.
Imagine yourself as a young day, flying high and carrying your mother.
At that time, my parents thought that I should know today.
3. Han Yu's Whose Son
The old white-headed mother hid her face and cried bitterly, and her shirt sleeves were torn.
4. Wang Anshi's Tenth Five-Year Plan
Put mother in the ditch and leave her home in the shade.
When I heard about Du Yu in the moonlight, I was always worried about the North and the South.
5. Huang Jingren's "Don't be an old mother"
I went to worship the mother river beam, and I was worried about my tears.
This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time.
6. Jiang Shiquan's "Arriving Home at the End of the Year"
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.