A poem that says you miss your children.

1, for our boys and girls, poor little babies, it's too small to know where the capital is. ?

Her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, and her jade-white shoulders are cold in the moonlight.

When can we lie on the screen again and look at the bright light and stop crying? .

-"Moonlit Night" Tang Dynasty: Du Fu

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Poor little child, how can you feel the sadness of missing?

Hazy, perhaps wet his wife's sideburns; The cold moonlight should reflect the cold jade arm of his wife.

When can we meet again and enjoy the moon by leaning against the thin curtain? At that time, the moonlight must still be there, so let it dry our tears silently.

I love my son endlessly, and I'm glad to be 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 sigh.

-"Going home at the end of the year?" Qing Dynasty: Jiang Shiquan

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There is no end to loving your son, and the happiest thing is that the wanderer returns in time. The stitches for sewing the cold clothes are dense, and the handwriting and ink on the family letter are as new as new. Seeing that my son has lost weight, my mother felt distressed and called me to ask about the difficulty of the journey. Mom, my son has always been ashamed of you. He won't have the heart to tell the story of his wandering.

3, the river flows three thousand miles, and there are fifteen lines of letters from home.

There is nothing else between me, just telling me to go back to my hometown as soon as possible.

-"Letter from the capital?" Ming Dynasty: Yuan Kai

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The river is three thousand miles long and the letters from home are fifteen lines long.

There is nothing else between the lines, just telling me to go back to my hometown as soon as possible.

The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother makes 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?

-"Wandering?" Tang Dynasty: Meng Jiao

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A loving mother makes clothes for her long-distance son with a needle and thread in her hand.

Before leaving, he sewed a needle tightly for fear that his son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.

Who can say that a child's filial piety as weak as grass can repay the kindness of such a loving mother as Chunhui Puze?

After three months of war, a message from hometown is worth a ton of gold. Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin.

-"Spring Hope" Tang Dynasty: Du Fu

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The continuous war has lasted for more than half a year, and there are few letters from home. A letter is worth twelve thousand gold.

Worried, scratching my head, my white hair is getting shorter and shorter, and I can't insert it.