What poems describe the mother's longing for her son's return?

Meng Jiao (Tang Dynasty), a kind-hearted mother, made 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? Send my mother back to her hometown. ""I'm stranded in the vast gu, and I'm a prisoner of Chu. Feeling from this, sadness and tears stuck in the throat. Fang's mother is seriously ill and wants to be a famous doctor. The bus is very urgent today, so it is difficult to stop! Motherly love has nothing to report, and life is more demanding! "Don't let the old mother go to worship the mother river beam, worrying that she will shed tears in vain. This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. At this time, having children is better than nothing. " Farewell to Mother: I pulled the curtain to bid farewell to my mother's river beam, worried for nothing, and looked at my eyes dry. This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time. Bing Xin's Paper Boat-For Mom: Mom, if you see a small white boat in your dream, don't be surprised that he dreams for no reason. This is the tearful folding of your beloved daughter, Wanshui Qian Shan. Please let it bring her love and sadness home. Shu Ting-Oh, Mom, your pale fingertips are touching my temple/I can't help but hold on to your skirt as I did when I was a child/Oh, Mom/In order to keep your faded figure/Although the morning light has cut the dream into wisps of smoke/I still dare not open my eyes for a long time/I still cherish that bright red scarf/I'm afraid that washing will make it/lose your unique warmth/Oh, Isn't the running water of mother/years just as heartless/I'm afraid that my memory will fade/how dare I open its screen easily/I cried a thorn to you/Now I'm wearing a crown of thorns, and I dare not/I dare not moan/Oh, my mother/I often look up at your photos sadly/Although the call can penetrate the loess/How dare I disturb your sleep/I dare not show the sacrifice of love like this/Although I have written many songs, mother/. Praise mother. Mother is a big ship, carrying us to the sea, pursuing the mystery of life and exploring the world. Mother is a magical mountain, which contains everything that makes us strong. Our physical and mental mother is a touching song, which takes us around the world and sings the history of the motherland with her beautiful tune. Mother is the spring breeze that blows everything in the world and brings vitality between steps. Mother is a spring rain, nourishing everything on the earth! Mom, I love you, and you are my eternal love = = a hymn to my mother. When I was a child, I heard that the moon is like a mother, the stars in the sky are all her children, and the stars are like many brothers and sisters, loving each other in a big family. My mother was speechless when she traveled for the first time after growing up. You sewed the clothes with your own hands, and even your selfless heart like the moon and all your love were put into my bag. In that starry dream, how many times did you cover the quilt that fell on one side for me, and the tears I missed knocked on the road under my feet. Every tear is a poem praising mother. Mom, I saw the smiling face of the sun again, your bright eyes. Mom, I know that as long as there is sunny land, your smile will always exist. Mom who touches the land kisses the crops. The sunshine on your body casts your metal character and records your strong and persistent mother. I know that your sunny smile stays in the land where you work, growing a green hope, growing the happiness of children's growth, growing the story of not bowing to poverty, and growing your mature expectation for your mother. I know that your sunny smile stays in the farmhouse yard, lighting the fire in the kitchen, lighting the symphony of pots and pans, lighting up the strong voice of your life and lighting up your children's boiling blood. And I know that your sunny smile has strengthened the children's coming out. I know that your sunny smile is doomed that your hands will never give up the words related to labor. Verbs that don't need annotation all their lives are just simple repetitions in your eyes, mother. I know that no matter where I go and how far the road ahead is, I will be accompanied by your smile, which will warm my journey and my mother. I know your smile shines in the sun, and the sun shines with your smile.