(Qingjiang Shiquan)
I love my son endlessly, and I'm glad to go home.
Cold clothes are needle and thread, and letters from home are ink stains.
If you encounter pity, you will ask for it.
I am ashamed of the son of man and dare not complain about the dust.
Translation:
A mother's love for her children is endless. How happy my mother is to go home during the Spring Festival!
She is sewing a cotton-padded coat for me. The needle and thread are tight. The letter I sent home has just arrived, and the ink is still wet.
As soon as I met my mother, she said affectionately that I had lost weight and repeatedly asked me if I was suffering outside.
I bowed my head in shame and dared not tell her about my wandering.