for our boy and girl, poor little babes, are too young to know where the Capital is.
I pity my young children in other places, but I still don't understand why you miss Chang 'an.
2. "To Two Young Children in Donglu"-Li Bai in the Tang Dynasty
The word Jiao Nv is Pingyang, and the flowers are folded against the peach edge. The peach blossom cannot see the father's face, the tears are flowing like a spring. My child's name is bo Qin, already as tall as his sister.
under a two-way peach tree, who will feel pity after caressing the back? The thought of this place in the heart is not seven on eight, very liver sausage day. Tear a piece of silk write down far other hearts, as if I have also returned to hanyang Sichuan.
Translation: My charming girl's name is Pingyang, and she leans against the peach tree with folded flowers in her hand, expecting me to go home. I broke the peach blossom and didn't see my father's face. Tears flowed like spring water. My child's name is Boqin, and she is as tall as her sister.
They walk side by side under the peach tree. Who can caress them? Thought of here, my heart is uncertain, and my liver and intestines are worried for a day. Tearing up plain silks and writing down other hearts, I seem to have returned to Hanyang River.
3. Arriving at Home at the End of the Year —— Jiang Shiquan in the Qing Dynasty
loved his son endlessly, and was happy to be home. Cold clothes are needlework, but home letters are ink-stained. Meet with pity and thinness, and ask for bitterness.
There is no end to loving your son, and the happiest thing is that the wanderer returns in time. The stitches of sewing cold clothes are dense, and the handwriting and ink marks in the family letters are as new as ever. Seeing my son lose weight, my mother felt distressed and called me to ask about the difficulty of the journey.