Poetry describing how children will grow farther and farther away from home

One

My mother is worried when her son travels thousands of miles. Don’t go to your hometown and call the water flowing.

The cold dew and autumn wind tell me again, but keep the cold and warmth in my heart.

Two

The son has traveled thousands of miles and the mother is worried, the wind is dew, the frost is frosty and the moon is shining in the autumn.

I miss you so much when you are a wanderer in a foreign country, and I can’t sleep in front of the window in the middle of the night.

My mother is worried when her son travels thousands of miles, and she counts the full moon and secluded times.

I don’t hate the autumn frost staining my temples, I just want the flowing water to send me back to my boat.

Four

My mother is worried when her son travels thousands of miles, fearing the constant wind and rain.

You have to make extra bedding and clothes yourself, don’t worry about worrying about dreams.