1. Tang Dynasty: Meng Jiao's "Yin of the Wandering Son"
The thread in the hands of the loving mother, the clothes on the body of the wandering boy.
Before leaving, I am worried that I will return later.
Whoever says that the heart of an inch of grass will reap three rays of spring
2. Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi's "Poetry on Swallows Revealed to Liu Sou"
There are two swallows on the beam, Graceful male and female.
Holding mud between two rafters, four children were born in a nest.
Si'er's days and nights are long, and he is asking for food diligently.
Cat worms are difficult to catch, and the yellow mouth has no period of satiety.
Although the claws are thirsty, the mind is not tired.
It takes only ten seconds to come and go, as if I am afraid of hunger in the nest.
After thirty days of hard work, the mother becomes thinner and the chick becomes fatter.
Mutter the words and brush the sweaters one by one.
Once the wings are fully formed, lead them to the branches of the garden.
Lift your wings without looking back, and fly in all directions with the wind.
The male and female scream in the air, but they never come back.
But I fell into an empty nest, chirping sadly all night long.
Don’t be sad, Yan Yan. You should go back and think about yourself.
Si'er is a young bird, flying high and carrying his mother on his back.
My parents read it at that time, but you should know it today.
3. Han Dynasty: Anonymous "Fifteen Years of Military Expeditions"
Fifteen years of military expeditions, only to return at eighty.
Dao meets a fellow villager: Who is there at home?
Looking from a distance, it is Jun’s house, with numerous pine and cypress tombs.
The rabbit enters from the dog's sinus, and the pheasant flies from the beam.
The atrium produces the valley, and the well produces the sunflower.
Pulse grain to make rice, and pick sunflowers to make soup.
The soup and rice are cooked for a while, but who knows?
When I went out and looked eastward, my clothes were stained with tears.
4. Qing Dynasty: Jiang Shiquan's "Arriving Home at the End of the Year/Arriving Home at the End of the Year"
My love for my son is endless, and I am overjoyed to return home.
The cold clothes are densely stitched, and the letters home are fresh with ink marks.
When we meet, we pity the thin man, and call him to ask about his hardships.
I am ashamed of my son and dare not sigh in the dust.
5. Song Dynasty: Yu Gong's "Thinking of Mother"
The frost wiped out the reed flowers and made the clothes wet with tears, and the old man no longer leaned on the firewood leaf.
During the yellow plum rain in May last year, Zeng Dian returned home from shopping for rice.