Sending my mother back to her hometown - Li Shangyin
I parked my car and stared blankly, making me a prisoner of Chu.
Sentimentality arose from it, and tears choked my throat.
My loving mother Fang is seriously ill and wants to see a famous doctor.
I am in a hurry to pick up the car, but the sky will not spare me.
There is nothing to be repaid for maternal love, and there is nothing more to ask for in life.
You Ziyin - Meng Jiao
The thread in the hands of the loving mother, the clothes on the body of the wanderer.
Before leaving, I am worried that I will return later.
Whoever speaks an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring.
Arriving home at the end of the year - Jiang Shiquan
My love for my son is endless, and I am happy 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.
Missing my mother - Yu Gong
The frost wiped out the reed flowers and made my clothes wet with tears, and my old head no longer leaned on the wood door.
During the yellow plum rain in May last year, Zeng Dian returned home from shopping for rice.
Farewell to my mother - Huang Jingren
Pull the curtains to pay homage to my mother and go to the river beam. I will be worried for a long time and my eyes will dry up with tears.
It was a miserable snowy night in Chaimen, and having children at this time was worse than having none.
Chen Quji on the west side of Cimu Tomb
The shadow of the sun is dim on the high mountain top, and there are few birds sitting alone at dusk.
In the forest, I was dripping wine and weeping, but I didn’t see Ding Ning telling me to go home early.
Mo Xuan Picture - Wang Mian
The bright day lily flowers grow under the North Hall.
The south wind blows his heart, shaking it for who.
A loving mother leans on her door with love, but a wanderer’s journey is painful.
Every day the sweet message is sparse, and the sound is blocked every day.
Looking up at the cloud forest, I feel ashamed to hear the words of the wise bird.